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A decidedly pleasurable way to give them the middle talon, but little else beyond the satisfaction of using her as a trivial means of defiance.\n\nRegardless of the outcome though, one can be certain there'll be a whole boat-load of hot, steamy, feral gryphon sex in the interim ~.^\n\n\nAlso, while the keywords have 'bad end' listed, I left the ending pretty open to interpretation. Its more there as a 'theme' than a direct correlation. So feel free to come up whatever head cannon suits you to close out the story =D\n\n\nLet me know what you think of this 10,000 word work of debauchery:\n[b]FAV[/b] if you liked it\n[b]COMMENT[/b] if you read it\n[b]PAW[/b] if you loved it!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "It's been a hot minute since I put together a hot story and I felt particularly inspired with this one after watching Cloud Atlas. For this one, \n\t\t\t\t\tHimeli generously allowed me to borrow his super hot gryphon boi so I could have a little fun stroking my creative muscles. Feel free to go look up some of his deliciously sex art if you want a little visual aid ;3

Tanya is no one's character in particular so you'll just have to use your imagination with her.

In this story, Himeli decides to draw a fresh replicant girl out of her shell and lay her out in the middle of her owner's restaurant. But just fucking her isn't enough and, if she wants that early Ascension, she'll have to take a big risk to earn it. Not that the poor girl will have even the slightest clue what he has in store for her as she lays back and lets him strip, fondle and even fuck her if it means the possibility of getting what he promised her!

Of course, to Himeli, dicking this innocent little hen down in the middle of her assigned workplace is scant more than a convenient opportunity to flip the bird at the Ministry. A decidedly pleasurable way to give them the middle talon, but little else beyond the satisfaction of using her as a trivial means of defiance.

Regardless of the outcome though, one can be certain there'll be a whole boat-load of hot, steamy, feral gryphon sex in the interim ~.^


Also, while the keywords have 'bad end' listed, I left the ending pretty open to interpretation. Its more there as a 'theme' than a direct correlation. So feel free to come up whatever head cannon suits you to close out the story =D


Let me know what you think of this 10,000 word work of debauchery:
FAV if you liked it
COMMENT if you read it
PAW if you loved it!", "writing": "The blue feathered gryphon sat beneath the awning of the crowded business street, his black feral attire hiding most of the spotted fluff of his lower half. He leaned down and lifted a hind leg, scratching at an itch behind his left ear. It might be an uncouth act to be seen doing but Himeli couldn't really care less. Plus, this late at night, in the rain, wedged into the dark sliver of space between two impossibly tall skyrise buildings, the likelihood of being spotted by anyone who's opinion he gave two shits about was about as likely as-\n\n\"Jet…?\" His leg lowered and ears perked at the name, turning to observe the source of the sound. Speaking of little shits.\n\nThe skinny red dragon that approached was a small, pathetic example of his kind, barely larger than himself clad in a white one-piece robe with crimson trim and matching round cap upon his head, both with ruby clasps down the button front. Not real rubies of course, just obviously faux glass stones befitting of the hollow agency he pretended to have in his role as steward of a restaurant chain location. The dark clad gryphon raised his view, casually glancing around to ensure nothing felt off. The drake was always nervous during their exchanges but no more than usual today. No additional shadows, no notices from the scanner device tucked in his wing pocket.\n\n\"Trying to get my feathers soggy?\" The cerulean plumed bird huffed with some annoyance. 'Jet' just have been the name he'd given to this particular customer. Everyone got a different name so Himeli had stopped trying to keep track of them.\n\n\"S-sorry. I-\" The drake began his apology only to be cut off.\n\n\"Don't care. Got the cred chit or not?\" He cut him off sharply, extending a light brown forepaw, dotted with black and chocolatey brown spots down its length expectantly. The spots continued down the rest of his body all the way to the tip of his long fluffy tail but most of them were hidden under his broad feathery blue wings and dark attire.\n\nThe small dragon perked and immediately sat, patting his chest to find the pocket and quickly fished out a small, elongated and flattened crystal object before timidly passing it to the other male. With far more confidence, the gryphon drew a device out of his side satchel and slotted the object into its top.\n\n\"Replicant refresh finally came in, cheaper then expected.\" The crimson beast commented casually, trying to fill the sharp silence as he waited. \n\nReplicants were the tank-born workforce created specifically to fill the gap of jobs purebloods deemed too menial for themselves but required a more 'real' touch than something synths could provide. And they were 'real' alright; as much flesh and blood as either he or his customer, just grown in tanks that brought them to full maturity in 6 months rather than 18 years. Conditioned from 'birth' to be just good enough at their intended purpose and serve those that made them. The 'compliance collars' they wore ensured obedience with the threat of a swift, bloody death for defiance and each batch was trained for their one, very specific task.\n\nIt was clear the drake was trying to explain, or perhaps justify, where the money for his illicit indulgence had come from and Himeli couldn't have cared less. So long as the creds were good, he could have pilfered them out of his own mother's pockets for all it mattered to the runner gryph.\n\nHimeli scoffed. \"That time of year, eh?\" The device beeped an affirmative. \"How many had to go?\" He inquired casually, more out of morbid curiosity than anything else as he pulled the chit out and quickly smashed the crystal against the concrete building beside him.\n\nThe crimson drake winched slightly at the noise but used the conversation as a distraction. \"Only three were Ascended.\"\n\n'Ascended' was the publicly acceptable term used when… [i]decommissioning[/i] a replicant. The typical timeline set by the Ministry was a maximum of 10 years of service before requiring [i]ascension[/i] to ensure the clone workforce never grew beyond the capacity of what were essentially 'meat bots'. \n\nThe black dressed gryphon stood, almost as if to leave but, instead, leapt deftly onto a higher ledge and, with impressive grace, navigated the small maze of pipes an bars that led to a small leather pouch he'd hid earlier. If this had turned out to be a bust or hit-and-run of some sort, they'd find no product or incriminating evidence on him.\n\n\"The replacements any good?\" The large bird inquired while hopping down, the other male's muddy eyes watching him the whole way with baited anticipation.\n\n\"I think their pink is more vibrant.\" He answered almost on autopilot, paws outstretched as the bird extended his and dropped the satchel.\n\nIt took Himeli a moment for his brain to catch up to what had been said. After all, the gryphon delt in all sorts of illegal activities such as selling a parcel of Rainbow Sky to his esteemed customer here. So when he'd said he 'thought their pink was more vibrant', Himeli's mind immediately thought he meant [i]their pussies were more vibrant[/i].\n\nAfter all, sex with a replicant was illegal unless the clone was designated and registered specifically for that task. A sex-synth didn't need registered but, then again, a sex-synth couldn't get pregnant… In the end, the Ministry put a lot of effort into persuading the public to see replicants as little more than a different kind of synth, not a living, breathing, sapient creature. Just a useful tool to be replaced regularly. \n\nIt wasn't until his memory sifted through the instinctual thoughts that he remembered the replicants this particular steward's establishment were white and pink feathered feral gryphon girls. He'd seen them once or twice, the restaurant they served in wasn't really to his liking, many eyes, too many families, too many opportunities to be recognized. But he'd scoped out the place to get a feel for the guy before their first deal.\n\nThey were pretty girls, designed to be attractive but not overly sexual. Alluring and inviting without being vulgar. A 'work safe' version if you would. Though, to be completely honest, the dealer gryph tended to find worker replicants more attractive than their explicitly explicit counterparts. Perhaps they just felt more 'real' than one genetically designed for 'sexual perfection'.\n\nThe red drake ravenously checked his package as the feathered male sat back down, mind still chewing on the thoughts going through his head. 'Sex bots' were also religiously sterilized to ensure no amount of sexual activity would result in offspring. Oh, the lengths the Ministry would go through to prevent a moral panic that from having half breed replicants lose on the streets! Of course, low-cost replicants could often be put through a cheaper, more cost-effective chemical 'sterilization'. It effectively just put the reproductive cycle into a sort of stasis, blocking ovulation and implantation.\n\nAfter all, if they were only designed to be around for a few years, who would know so long as they didn't wind up pregnant before Ascension?\n\nHimeli smiled. \"Gunna give it a go tonight?\" He inquired with a suspicious amount of interest in the answer but the steward was too excited to notice in the slightest.\n\n\"Gods above and below: Yes!\" The red drake huffed, cinching the sack closed and quickly tucked it away in a wing pocket.\n\nThe feral gryphon bobbed his head with a keen smile.\n\n\"Enjoy cloud surfing then bud. Anything's gotta be better than this shit hole.\" The large bird chuffed, reaching his paw out into the drizzle.\n\nThe steward chuckled nervously, reminded of their earlier conversation about having to make his dealer wait and just nodded before retreating like a cur with his tail between his legs. Himeli watched the sad sack of scales go for a moment before gruffing and quickly tilting back down to lift his hind leg again and rigorously scratch the itch behind his ear that persisted throughout the entire exchange.\n\n\n\n\n-----\n\n\n\n\nThe steward's establishment closed three hours after the exchange and Himeli waited another two before taking the lift up to the 11th floor. Nothing was open this late, all the stores sealed behind their smooth marble slabs. The blue feathered gryph padded across the lowly lit floor quietly and stopped beside the only remarkable feature on the wall. The crystal-clear glass pad he held up to it contained an array of intricate golden wires. The object lit up briefly as the traces echoed the entrance command he'd stolen from the steward some time ago.\n\nHimeli had never intended to rob the guy or anything but you never knew when a random access key might come in handy. The marble wall slid aside with an almost magic silence. It was a bit of a gamble; stewards lived in their establishment as part of their arrangement with whoever owned the business itself so, if he misjudged the red drake's intent or had the wrong timing he-\n\nDidn't have to worry about it. The gryphon stopped just inside with a smug smirk on his beak, seeing a familiar frame absolutely plastered across one of the booths. The steward's half-lidded eyes dilated to dinner plates and seeing exactly dick. The big bird closed the slab behind him and wandered into the darkened room, passing the passed-out drake and giving the splayed male a once over before continuing on. It didn't take much to find the maintenance log with its notes on the replicant change over on the table beside the 14 horizontally arranged sleeping cells.\n\nThey had some fancy, PR friendly name the Ministry gave them but they were essentially little cubbies to securely put replicants to sleep or store them when they weren't needed. Himeli waved a paw upward in front of the light sensor and sat back to read. As expected, most of the crew were unchanged but there were three crossed out names and three new ones at the bottom; Sally, Jodi and… hmmm… Tanya.\n\nThe blue feathered gryph raised an eye ridge. He knew nothing about any of them but, for some reason, that last one drew his attention. Pod 4 then. Himeli replaced the pad and waved his paw down over the sensor, lowering the light to a more comfortable brightness before wandering over to pod 4 and tapped the green control button.\n\nAfter a minute or so of flashing green, the light turned off and the pod flap opened, sliding a tray outward with a lovely looking gryphoness upon it. Her diamond green eyes blinked a few times, trying to shake off the effects of a sleep cycle ended early, perhaps for the first time in her short life actually. The sitting bird looked over her snowflake white plumage, licked with striking rich pink strokes upon their tips. Some feathers were just given an angel's kiss while others bathed in the lovely majesty of fading into her soft white fluff. It was almost painterly, the way she was arranged.\n\nAnd it was entirely natural. Well, as natural as a genetically designed replicant clone could be considered. But she needed no dyes or makeup, every inch of her body simply as perfect as the gene engineers could make her.\n\nThere were likely thousands of replicants just like her scattered across the city; two more barely distinguishable from one another in two cells right here actually. But she was the first of her line he'd seen and, for the moment, a unique and special specimen to enjoy. Tanya did not rise immediately, the darkness and unusualness of the circumstance puzzling her simple mind as she looked around. \n\nShe was still dressed in her workday attire, a simple, revealing dress fit for a four-legged creature of her hind. Unlike the steward in the room before, she was dressed in the company's colors; a bright red skirt around her bottom and a button up yellow blouse that left her midriff lightly exposed. The normal daily routine would see her rise and strip bare, panties and all before acquiring and dawning a fresh uniform fit perfectly for her exact body shape. Then consume a single nutrient pouch for a day's worth of activities and assume her tasks within the restaurant.\n\nShe did not know what to do now, alone with a pureblood sitting in the doorway separating their rejuvenation sanctuary and the restaurant. So Tanya just defaulted to her trained programming.\n\n\"Hello.\" She chirped with pronounced enthusiasm. \"How can I serve you?\"\n\nThe line was spoken with mechanical precision. Undoubtedly a line she'd repeated to perfection. Her accent was delightful though; a lovely little earworm like melted butter with just a hint of uncertainty of if she was speaking the right words or in the right way. A more seasoned replicant could become more confident in their speech. That was one of the telltale signs that it was time for them to 'ascend' after all. But this one was still soft and fresh and delightfully malleable.\n\nTanya had recognized him immediately as a pureblood strictly by the fact that he did not have a 'compliance collar' around his neck like the solid silver band she wore around hers. Replicants must always comply with the will of purebloods; Enforcers above all, then her steward and any other after. He was not an enforcer by appearance and not her steward so, as long as he did not request anything not allowed by her teaching, she would serve him.\n\n\"Tanya, yes?\" The blue feathered male inquired with a sort of soft, fake charm. He didn't need to try very hard but he did want to put her at ease. It would make everything simpler if she wasn't frightened or suspicious.\n\n\"Tanya. Yes.\" She repeated with a cheerful nod. Replicants weren't given a second name, he had to remind himself.\n\n\"Good. I am glad to have found you.\" He reached a paw out to guided the beautiful bird off the slab. Instinctually she began moving toward the redressing room so Himeli had to carefully guide her priorities her away from her natural routine out toward the restaurant proper. It skipped all the steps between but, once she passed the doorway into the room, it became easier for her to adapt. \"Your steward said you were doing such a good job in your new role, we decided to give you a little test.\"\n\nThe pink tipped gryphoness stumbled a little, particularly when her eyes and head glued themselves to the passed-out form of her steward splayed out on a bench. Himeli had to practically physically turn her body away far enough to break the spell before she would realign herself.\n\n\"What happened to Mr. Gijo?\" She inquired with mild concern.\n\nIt took a tick of the gears in his head to put together her question. Gijo must be the name of the steward; he never asked the name of his clients and, if it had been offered, he never bothered committing it to memory.\n\n\"Mr. Gijo is… just enjoying the reward for taking care of such a fine woman like yourself.\" The best lies had truths in them. \"But this is not about Mr. Gijo, it's about you, Tanya.\"\n\nThe uncertain gryphoness' eyes were now glued to Himeli's instead.\n\n\"Me?\" The lovely female inquired with simple curiosity. Her world was so small she couldn't even imagine someone taking interest in her, personally. She'd likely spent most of her short life in training rooms with dozens of near identical copies of herself. No individuality, no thoughts beyond perfection of service.\n\n\"Yes you.\" He indicated and she sat in front of one of the squat tables meant to house a family of ferals for a seasoned meal. \"You are working toward your Ascension, yes?\"\n\n\"Ascension, yes!\" She repeated, lighting up. He had to repress a scoff, continuing quickly instead.\n\n\"Well, did you know, in [i]rare[/i] cases, you can reach your ascension [i]veeeery[/i] quickly?\" He inquired, smiling wolfishly at her, knowing full well she'd have no idea what he was talking about or what 'early ascension' would mean for her.\n\nFor her part, Tanya just pursed her beak a little and shook her head, still starring at this stranger that had every intent of taking advantage of her naivety.\n\n\"Under certain… conditions, some of your kind can take a sort of… test to see if you're eligible for early ascension.\" He prrred, reaching out to take hold the side of her chin, gently but firmly turning the almost purple hued beak from side to side, examining her as if she were little more than a mare to be put to stud.\n\nThose beautiful green eyes of hers simply starred at his grasping paw absently, completely oblivious to the implications of his actions. Seemingly satisfied, Himeli released her with a smile.\n\n\"Would you like to take that test?\" He inquired as sincerely as he could muster.\n\nHe could force her to do it of course. By the Ministry's own rule, they had to obey and were conditioned from 'birth' to do just that. But there was something far more satisfying making them choose to become agents in their own, well… 'ascension'. There was almost no hesitation in the sweet girl's eager nod. That was the final reward after their short life of servitude. Why not skip all that pesky, mundane work and start with desert eh?\n\n\"Alright then.\" He leaned down and grasp her haunches, lifting the lithe little hen up easily enough. Her forepaws went to his foreshoulders to try and stabilize herself with a soft, surprised squawk.\n\nHimeli's intent was to lift and lay her down on her back. The table behind her provided a perfect pivot point as he bowled the unresisting gryphoness up and over onto her back. Her beautiful plumage unfurled like a white and pink carpet, wings resting wide to either side as he took the sight in. With belly up, her forepaws curled near her chest while hinds dangled naturally, if uncertainly to either side.\n\n\"It's a fairly simple test,\" The large male continued without missing a beat. \"and you don't need to do much.\" He commented casually, standing off the end of the table as he hovered over the wide-eyed replicant girl hind end, dangling partly off the end. \"Just follow my instructions to the best of your ability and we'll see if we can make you-\" He had to stop himself from saying '[i]into a mother[/i]' and simply diverted the verbal thought to \"-reach your goal of Ascension that much quicker.\"\n\nShe nodded excitedly and he had to suppress the wolfish grin that threatened to ruin the whole charade.\n\nReplicants weren't taught about sex; better not to give them something forbidden to think about during what little downtime they had. Simply neuter them and make it illegal for real people to try with harsh enough consequences to make anyone not want to risk it. Unless, of course, you were a runner with a list of crimes under your belt long enough that 'fucking a replicant' didn't even make the cut.\n\nGetting one pregnant though… that might be worth a solid mention.\n\nIt was highly unlikely she had even the slightest clue what the lump in his bottoms, currently resting against hers tailfeathers with devious casualness, even was, let alone what it implied for her in the near future. The big bird fished into his wing pocket for a smallish capsule and proceeded to remove the top before withdrawing the injector from within.\n\n\"You've seen one of these before, yes?\" He inquired as he leaned back. Her eyes latched onto the injector, giving a timid nod. \"This is part of your test. Pull your skirt up please.\" Himeli requested with casual authority.\n\nThe big bird hovered over her on three legs, medical device grasp in the fourth limb, waiting patiently for the unsuspecting hen to do as she was told. And she did, diligently. Modesty was only built into their programing in so far as to know what was acceptable and what was indecent. Exposing the two, twin rows of small pink teats that might very well find themselves swelling to nurse a clutch of unexpected little beaks soon would most certainly not be in the 'acceptable' range normally.\n\nBut Tanya didn't have much difficulty telling herself that she should do what a pureblood asked her to do if it meant she might be able to achieve Ascension soon. So she stretched the definition 'acceptable' with only mild hesitation and lifted her skirt for him. The smile on Himeli's beak never faltered as he watched her bend the rules for the carrot on a stick he held out for her. Given access and implied permission, he nestled the cool round metallic nub against her lower belly, massaged it past the floofy layer right to the skin and, with a quick hiss of released pressure, pierced her body with an injection of potent, potentially life-changing chemicals.\n\nTanya jerked slightly in surprise at the sharp, if brief sting. And then it was over. Her claws still held her skirt out of the way, looking down her front with silent curiosity. Returning the syringe to its capsule, and capsule to its pouch, the cerulean feathered male took the opportunity to rub the area, and the more sensitive areas nearby, to help sooth any… discomfort it might have caused her. To any layman, it would be rather obvious that the large male was just playing with her nipples, but poor Tanya had no idea what was really going on. After all, it [i]did[/i] make it feel better…\n\nHimeli gave it a few moments, petting the area he planned on enjoying in the near future while eyeing the way her untouched, angelic underfluff yielded to his playful talons like a ripe wheat field.\n\n\"Everything good? No cramps or discomfort?\" He inquired. There shouldn't be any adverse effects to the chemical agent. At best it would bind to the inhibitors present in her system and neutralize them. At worse she'd piss the unused chemical remnants out of her system in a day or two and he'd be out a couple hundred creds for the trouble. But Himeli was willing to bet a sack of Rainbow Sky on it being [i]quite[/i] effective on this particular model.\n\nTanya wouldn't be able to feel the difference either way. Her gaze fell down her own front and flank as if 'cramps' or 'discomfort' would be visible. When she found nothing, she gave a youthful shake of her head.\n\n\"No. What's that?\" She inquired with child-like curiosity. Himeli just smiled and placed his paw over hers, lowering them together.\n\n\"Nothing you need to worry yourself over dear. After all, that means the first test was a success and we can move on to the next one.\" He continued, distracting her mind from more thoughts about the injection. The sooner she forgot all about it, the better. \"For this, I'll need you to remove your bottoms for the inspection.\" He hummed cheerfully, backing off to begin unbuckling his own bottoms as if to show her how easy it was.\n\n[i]'Replicants shall not bear skin without permission from their steward or greater.'[/i] This was an early rule taught to all replicants. But that was the beauty of it all; they weren't synths governed by hardcoded programs, they were live, sentient creatures with the ability to make choices and decisions just like any pureblood. They were just brainwashed with all that bullshit Ministry-dictated programing; developed with critical thinking skills that rivaled a fledgling and a head pumped full of lofty aspirations of 'ascension'. \n\nThus, it was [i]her[/i] decision to make whether to strip down and expose herself right in front of this pureblood male despite the rule that condemned her not to.\n\nApparently Himeli had made a convincing enough lie out of his performance as Tanya started to reach, then hesitated for but a moment before finishing the though and leaned down to hook her thumb claws under the hem of her form-fitting panties. The motion of disrobing like this was fairly natural for the girl; after all, she did this on a daily basis, stripping out of her entire uniform to the bare feathers every morning in line with all the other girls. The only difference was that they went up her legs instead of down this time.\n\nMmmn, and as turned out, Tanya had been hiding a perfect little pussy nestled between those fine haunches to match the rest of her perfect little body.\n\nThey didn't have to make them so appealing of course. They could just tone down their sexual characteristics to dissuade such indulgence but, then again, an establishment would get less customers if their servant girls were less attractive than their competitor's. In that sense, it was a race to push it to the acceptable limit. Plus, Himeli expected there was some cost savings for the clone companies in not needing manufacture a whole new genome when the inevitable orders for a sex-bot variant of this pretty little hen eventually came in. Just sterilize that version the way they should have done with this version and boom: profit.\n\nWhatever the case, that delicate flower blushing almost as pink as her feathers situated directly in the middle of that clean white underfluff drew his eye the moment it was revealed. His red cock stiffened painfully, still half trapped under his belt, causing a grunt of discomfort to escape his beak. He made swift work of his clothing after that, determined to set his bitchbreaker free before its next outburst. The dirty bird collected the undergarments from her uncertain paw and tossed them on top of his discarded shorts, leaving his brown-spotted, cream-colored hinds free-feathered.\n\nShe'd spotted his red, canine-like cock briefly before he moved back in against the edge of the table but she'd never seen a penis before so had little reason to question its existence beyond the briefly inquisitive look on her face. Himeli ignored it, simply moving forward with his plans.\n\n\"Very good so far. Now let's take a look.\" He hummed, forepaws lifting to her inner haunches and eased them apart comfortably wide.\n\nTanya let the pureblood gryphon do what he wanted with her henparts. His thumbclaws stroked along the outer edge, slowly spreading her open to give his sharp eyes a better view of her deeper pinkness. She must be a virgin; the erect male thought to himself, sliding a talon into her untouched hole and feeling it reactively clench around him.\n\nThe big gryphon bull just smiled, twisting his talon around inside her, wedging it in knuckle-deep to pet and stroke the upper rim of her folds, somewhere just below the surface. The clear moisture building up along her innocent folds started clinging to the fur of his talontip, all but encouraging him to probe her womanhood more indulgently. Himeli made quite a show of exploring her private parts with the casualness of an unlicensed physician.\n\n\"Oh…\" She paused, clearly debating if she should continue the thought or not. \"What… are you looking for…?\" The pretty little hen finally inquired with genuine curiosity after a few more slow pumps of his claw pushing up into her. There was a decided lack of concern about the stranger currently violating her body like it was the most natural thing for him to do.\n\n\"For something that will tell me if you're eligible for early Asencion.\" Himeli replied straightforwardly with a strategically assertive but evasive response.\n\nOf course, Tanya didn't want to seem like she didn't understand so just accepted the non-answer from the dirty bird as he continued fondling her henparts in whatever way he found most pleasing. Her eyes just watched silently as the fur on his paw became more matted with the wetness it drew out of her body with a million unanswered questions rolling through her fledgling mind.\n\nBut there was only so much enjoyment one could get out of finger-fucking a clueless replicant girl. After a short stint of indulging himself, that creepy claw retreated, pulling a moist string of her natural lubricant out with it. Between the chemical suppresser that had kept her reproductive cycle all locked up and a complete lack of sexual activity up until now, this was likely the very first time she'd ever been wet between the legs like this. There were going to be a lot of 'firsts' for little Tanya to experience today, it seemed. \n\nA slight frown formed at the corners of his beak.\n\n\"Not finding anything yet, we'll have to look deeper.\" He commented casually, helping seed a bit of doubt in her mind that she might not be able to take the easy way out after all without further investigation. What better way to get her to willingly accept what he had in store for her after all?\n\nBut not to worry, it seemed Himeli had a plan.\n\nIn the end there was nothing she needed to do about it but lay there and let the pureblood male lean in, nuzzle his beak into her vagina and work his tapered tongue deep into her pussy. That sleek oral organ was certainly able to probe deeper, the warmth and tightness even more endearing on his tongue as he explored more of her unused flower. A light nibble on her folds or a caress across a particularly sensitive nerve cluster would cause the small hen twitch or jerk slightly in surprise, but neither the paws folded at her chest nor the paws she kept spread in the air tried to do anything to stop him.\n\nThe oral investigation lasted only exactly as long as he found pleasurable. It wasn't for her enjoyment after all and, as much fun as it would be to wait until he could catch the scent of her very first heat starting to come in, the delay for such a feat could be much longer than he'd be willing to wait. The drug her steward had taken would keep him knocked out for a couple hours, sure, but Himeli wanted to be done and gone long before that happened. So, he'd just have to settle for a glazing of hencum on his beak and her aroused scent dragged through his nares instead.\n\nA small puddle of precum was forming on the polished stone floor by the time he withdrew from her perfect, pristine pink pussy with a suspiciously unconvinced look on his face. She had no idea how vulgar the view of someone lapping up the sexual fluids she'd left glazed all over their beak was supposed to be. All she knew was he had not congratulated her and it was concerning to the naive gryphoness.\n\n\"Mmn, still nothing.\" He commented while licking a strand of her pussy juice off the corner of his beak while her ears drooped in disappointment. His gaze shifted up from her crotch to her face with a purposefully calculating look, letting the moment stew for a moment before adding; \"Well… there [i]is[/i] one more thing we can try. But it's a much more… shall we say… [i]strenuous[/i] examination.\"\n\n\"Yes?\" The single word was both an inquiry and affirmation for him to proceed.\n\nHer eagerness made him smile. And it wasn't even because she wanted to have sex or feel more things inside her. She was simply following the pre-conditioned programing stuffed into her child-like mind by the Ministry; to seek Asencion as the final goal and follow the instructions given by purebloods to get there. Like a child, she was just as willing to skip the years of 'chores' that she'd normally have to do and skip directly to the treat.\n\nShe just didn't understand the kind of 'treat' Himeli was going to give her…\n\n\"Well, you've been very good so far.\" He commented, collecting her hind legs together and tilted them off to the side as he stood up and edged forward over her, tucking the two limbs in against his right hip, letting them jut off to the side together as he mounted her like it was the most normal thing for the aroused breeding bull to do with the petite little hen beneath him. \"Ready?\"\n\n\"Mm-hmm.\" She commented with a nod, having no real comprehension to what she'd just agreed to.\n\nHimeli smiled deliciously as he brought the heavy weight of his fully erect cock and heavy sack, filled to the brim with energetic pureblood sperm, up to drag across her tailfeathers as he moved to line himself up. This was just one more new sensation full of deeply consequential implications for the pretty girl to be completely ignorant about. The press of his rod against her bare cleft would have been more startling if not for the previous two warmups he'd run her through and, despite the position he'd put her haunches in to keep that carnal cavity purposefully snug for him, her pussy lips pursed around the tip of his spear with gratuitous ease as he began pushing inside.\n\nHe didn't hold her down or pin her or do anything of the like. No, the erect male simply used his power and position above her to casually wedge himself into that tight carnal channel between her hinds one glorious, twitching inch at a time. He could feel the tension in her frame as he entered her, her fully functional, adult-age body unaccustomed to being penetrated by anything, let alone something as large as Himeli's slab of knotted gryphon dick. But, to her credit, Tanya managed to take the whole thing inside her right up to his un-inflated knot. The kiss of her cuntlips against his glans was marvelous, almost as satisfying as the way the tip pried into her deepest secrets, soaking up the virgin energy of her clenching muscles in the process.\n\nAnd there, somewhere in those deep, dark depths, his reaching tip tickled at what he was trying to find: the untried ring of muscle that guarded her eggmakers. The devious male wiggled himself a little this way and that, pressing and relaxing once or twice to really get a good feel for her insides before brightening with an;\n\n\"Ah! I think that may be it.\" His voice trilled softly with a subtle hint of wicked satisfaction.\n\nTanya immediately perked, oblivious to the underlying meaning behind his inflection. No, this simple gryphoness was only immediately hopeful it was whatever he was he needed to find. She could certainly feel the strange strain that adult gryphon dick was putting on her reproductive tract. While it wasn't as nimble as the tongue that preceded it, it was certainly [i]larger[/i] and [i]deeper[/i] than the prior probe. And also infinitely more dangerous to her continued livelihood. But she didn't need to know that part.\n\n\"Yes?\" Tanya inquired simply.\n\n\"Perhaps, but I'll have to confirm first. Hmmm…\" He puzzled, looking back over his flank as if there was something there to explain his current consideration. The innocent gryphoness looked along with him, vision following the unseen dilemma. \"I don't think you're ready for me to check though. Shall I prepare you?\" He inquired, as if asking a turkey if it wanted to be prepared for dinner.\n\nAnd the simple minded white gryphoness just affirmed with a simple nod and: \"Oh. Okay.\"\n\nHimeli didn't waste any more time with pleasantries. He had to prepare this poor girl for her 'ascension trial' after all and that was exactly what he was going to do. So the fat slab of canine gryphon cock he'd just wedged deeply between those pressed thighs came back out, inch by twitching, leaking inch. Now fully glazed with her pussy juices and under the squeezing pressure of her reflexively clenching cunt, it almost fell completely out on the first withdraw. But the big bird managed to catch the tip against the cusp of her spread vulva and quickly and casually shoved it right back up inside of her.\n\nThis time he got a little chitter out of her and caused her crest floof to puff up in surprise at the sensation of having her soft sex really, actually penetrated this time. The second time was only slightly less intense; the feeling of his knot squelching itself against her nether lips while his tip bottomed out somewhere [i]inside[/i] her was such a foreign feeling! By the third thrust, Tanya was starting to get used to him raping her womanhood and, within a short span, her pressed hinds were wobbling in rhythm to his wicked motions as he rubbed out any trace of her virginity.\n\nThat slickened shaft casually worked her henhole at whatever angle and pace he found most indulgent. This was just preparation for whatever 'test' he had to preform to her. But for him, it was full-on casual bareback sex with a gorgeously attractive young hen completely 'willing' to let him do anything he wanted to her. Including cumming balls deep inside her bare pussy if he wanted it seemed. \n\nThe pleasure rolling up and down his shaft as it casually explored every inch of her reproductive tract was exquisite. And it wasn't just the physical pleasure either. There was plenty of that of course; this wouldn't be any fun at all if he didn't have the warm, wet walls of a clenching virgin girl for his dick to slather its lusty glaze all over after all. But there was even more enjoyment from manipulating this shy, innocent replicant girl into doing something so illegal there was an entire branch of enforcers dedicated just to making sure this sort of thing didn't happen.\n\nAnd yet, here he was shoving his dick into Tanya's unsuspecting, warm, receptive little henhole over and over again, using her body as just another means to spit in the eye of the establishment. And, while he was at it, he might as well wring as much pleasure as he could out of her tight little cunt at the same time. Every thrust got her more and more used to being used as a sex toy and, after only a few moments of that thick canine cock plunging into her unprotected pussy, she'd relaxed fully on her back, taking her life-ruining rutting without protest.\n\nWith her hind end positioned over the edge of the table, the glaze of intermingled juices slowly being churned up inside her up began oozing out of that cozily stuffed slot between her legs. The drizzle leaking down her tailfeathers was a new mix of his and her friction-warmed fluids, seeping down to add to the puddle of precum on the floor Himeli had left before. It wasn't just her scent in the air course, not with the blue feathered male hungrily ruining the sanctity of her body with each push and pull. And the poor naive replicant girl just laid there, splayed out on her backside, accepting her fate as little more than a pretty puppet for him to satisfy a dark, wickedly nasty vice with.\n\nOver and over again his belly brushed against hers, his underfluff tickling the small, underdeveloped nipples beneath her pulled-up skirt. Each stroke slid the soft, genetically compatible flesh of her beautiful pink pussy all the way up and down his spire. He could feel his heartbeat quickening as the sexual activity elevated his pulse, his biology intent to try and turn even this replicant of gryphoness into an unwitting mother, regardless of if she wanted it or not. Himeli could only wonder if her body was reacting with the same underlying biological instinct to breed or if it had been suppressed so long it no longer knew how to breed properly.\n\nSomething to ponder during the long waits between drops perhaps. For now, he had other things to think about as he slid to a stop, casually nestling his eager, twitching knot against her yawning pink folds in the process.\n\n\"Hrrft…\" He exhaled to catch his breath. \"I think you're about ready now.\" The large male leaned back, grasping her hind paws and separated them again, one to either side before settling himself back over the young bird. \"Why don't you reach down and spread yourself, it'll make this last part a little easier.\"\n\nIt was a lie; nothing was going to make what he was about to do to her easier, but better to give her idle paws something to do rather than potentially try to push him off. Tanya's uncertainty and puzzlement was understandable but Himeli just guided her through what he wanted. Spread her legs nice and wide, then grasp her haunches and spread herself even more. When her talons had a good grip on her underfluff, splaying that blessed pink hole and unconditionally offering her pussy for a deep an through 'inspection', the dirty bird continued where he left off, resuming having casual, unprotected sex with the beautifully clueless replicant girl.\n\nOnly this time he'd strategically placed his forepaws at either side of her head just above the shoulder to help brace her for the raw rutting she ahead of her. The gentle strokes he'd indulged in previously got rougher, harder, more aggressive. Tanya's poor adolescent-level mind didn't comprehend the severity of what was going on between her legs; only that this must be the 'difficult' part he'd warned her about before. It was what he'd been helping prepare her for. After all, having her cervix beaten into submission must just be par for the course in whatever this 'test' the pureblood gryphon was preforming, right?\n\nThat didn't mean it was going to be easy or comfortable having a fat lupine cock jamming itself against her untried egg gate. But, if that was what it took to earn her Ascension, it's just what it took, yes?\n\nFor his part, Himeli was just enjoying the indulgent satisfaction of fucking the perfect little hen; of the almost salivating sensation of feeling her well-greased muscles clench in resistance each time he hammered home inside her. A little less this time, a little shorter the next, each thrust leaving a churning slurry of slick, slippery fluids squished up against the only thing keeping him from knotting her. His tip glanced off the spongy muscular halo of her deepest recesses again and frustratingly again. But he kept at it, ensuring that confused little egg-laying muscle was practically drowning in slick, slippery precum as he jammed his dick up against the center ring over and over and over again…\n\nAnd then it happened. Her resilience to the 'probe' prodding the gateway to her innermost sanctuary relaxed too early, or perhaps his persistent fucking just finally fatigued her muscles enough. Or maybe any number of other possible reasons why he could feel the beautiful new sensation blossoming around his cocktip. It didn't matter in the end why her body let him inside, only that it resulted in feeling the fleshy cockring of her cervix slipping down the tip of his dick like a reverse condom. Himeli didn't give her a second chance, making sure to wedge the last few inches of fat, knotted gryphon cock aaaaall the way into her already strained, puffy, pink pussy lips. \n\nHer [i]bawk[/i] was loud in the otherwise quite dining hall as she squeezed an eye shut at the intense sensation of being thoroughly violated. But he let her vocalize her discomfort while his throbbing knot got quite comfortable wedged inside the cozy warm grip of her clenching thighs. The stone walls of the establishment would keep the noise inside and, if her keeper heard it, it would just blend into all the other 'noise' rattling around within the red drake's blissed out skull.\n\nA rush of blood flowed into that bulbous glans as it felt the warmth of an impending orgasm building, intent on ensuring nothing prevented what was about to happen to her.\n\nBut Himeli clenched both beak and balls, suppressing the urge to cum, feeling his twitching mast throbbing angrily, [i]drooling[/i] at the denied opportunity starring directly down the barrel of what, for all intents and purposes, was effectively a 'gun' for her. A slimy glaze of precum still managed to slip through his attempts to resist, oozing from the tip in a way that made his toes curl at the salacious sensation leaking from his cocktip. The greasy glaze drizzled down the crest of his crown to pool dangerously in her belly, leaving the uncertain hen with yet another strange, unfamiliar, but not entirely unpleasant sensation to make sense of.\n\n\"Mpfh… there it is. That is what I was looking for.\" The big bird tried not to huff too much but it was hard with how worked up he was.\n\nHis body idly rocked back and forth, not enough to pull the knot or crown out of either end of her reproductive tract, but enough to rub the skin of his dick directly across her most private of places. Watching the clueless hen just lay there and take it with that blank look that indicated a complete lack of understanding of the danger she was in just tickled the devious gryphon to no end.\n\n\"I think you just might have what it takes Tanya. There's only one last thing we need to do to find out.\" He hummed. \"Now, just relax.\" He huffed, pushing firmly enough to make his sheath fur tickle her knot-bulged vulva. \"And hold on to something.\"\n\nWith the fluff of his sheathtip now cozily bathed in her warm, sticky pussy juice, there wasn't much reason for her claws to keep holding herself spread. So, instead, she followed the pureblood's instructions and reached out to grasp the sides of the table as the horny bird took his golden strokes inside her. Of course, poor Tanya had no idea that each thrust he enjoyed between her legs was one less separating her from the doomed fate he had in store for her. All the slightly frightened replicant gryphon knew was the cock-shaped lump in her gut was [i]moving[/i] and her talons had to hold onto the table tightly as the beast above her drove that slick, dribbling dick into the deepest, and most vulnerable recesses of her womanhood as if she were little more than a warm fleshlight to be enjoyed.\n\nThe horny bird held back, clenching his crotch muscles even as the leaky gobs of normally clear precum started turning milky. He sucked in a sharp breath and held it in his chest as he crammed his tip through that sore, soaked ring of muscle at the bottom of her channel again and again and again. Whatever resistance her body had put up to try and stop him from violating her unprotected womb was entirely gone by now, the sore ache in her loins just a throbbing memory now as she, instead, focused on trying to parse all the other new sensation quite literally being [i]thrust[/i] upon her.\n\n It was devilishly satisfying, knowing he held her fate on the tip of his dick. Each pull back a tease; would he yank the whole thing free and save her from the Ministry's wrath? Or would he just… [i]shove[/i] all the way back in and force this innocent, child-like hen's obscenely beautiful body to bear the burden of growing fat and gravid with his half-blood offspring?\n\nA tugging out and a deliberate pause. Followed by a swift, softly grunting thrust deeply back in, a seedy lap of precum teasing her with the consequences. Back… and forth… Back… and… [i]nrrft![/i]\n\nHis hips lurched forward, plunging his cock balls-deep into her womb one last time, shuddering as he exhaled sharply. All while a thick lance of creamy white bird cum surged down his dick determined not to be denied no matter how hard he clenched his thighs. For a few, brief, skull throbbing moments, the only thing he could feel was the rush of sperm being crammed down his dick and force-fed to the unfortunate replicant hen. The fat wad of gryphon spunk shoved up inside the knot-strained ring of her vulva, rode down the full length of his red rod, forced its way past the squeezing ring of her cock-yawned cervix and squirted into her womb under a scintillating pressure she could most [i]certainly[/i] feel dimple the far wall of her uterus; even if she had no idea what that sensation meant for her.\n\nAnd what it meant was that millions, perhaps billions, of vicious little swimmers were suddenly given free reign to get the unsuspecting gryphoness' as pregnant as possible. With every one of them packed to the gills with his pureblood DNA, it was only a matter of time before they'd find her unprepared ovaries and break the Ministry's laws by the dozen. As soon as a single whipping tail wriggled its way inside even a single one of the eggs she wasn't supposed to have, her life would be forever, irreparably changed.\n\nAnd now that there was no longer any chance to 'save' her, the dirty bird saw no reason not to finish emptying the contents of his balls into her belly now. Thus, the horny male relaxed his loins and continued casually pissed a pearly white stream of thick, viscous gryphon cum directly into the helpless gryphoness' gut with a reckless disregard for the consequences. Whatever façade of professionalism he'd been wearing before was a thin disguise now as his body ground roughly against her unsuspecting pussy, pumping a gut-swelling load into the lithe little hen. The heavy orbs that had been resting on her tailfeathers lifted off the pillowy soft plumage as they began squeezed up against the base of his shaft to ravenously dump [i]glorp[/i] after [i]glorp[/i] of hot, fresh bird seed directly into her unknowingly fertile womb.\n\nPerhaps some subconscious part of his biology understood she'd been injected a hormone that would cause the unsuspecting female to ovulate for days, and that the more sperm he gorged her trim little tummy with, the bigger the clutch she'd be straining to carry by the time he was done violating her eggmakers. Whatever the reason, the spotted gryphon-bull ejaculated aggressively into the poor defenseless replicant girl until he started feeling light headed from the effort his nuts were putting in to knock her up.\n\nThe moment of sharp pleasured release passed eventually and the wobbling male returned to his senses slowly like a warming lightbulb of jaw aching afterglow. As the glaze of pleasure was blinked from his eyes, there he saw here; lovely little Tanya on her back, looking up at him with a bit of confusion and concern and maybe even a little hope mixed in there. It didn't look like the poor girl had even gotten an orgasm out of the ordeal, just a stiff, throbbing soreness somewhere deep inside her achingly abused loins.\n\nHimeli took a deep breath, relaxed and let it out slowly.\n\n\"I think you're a perfect candidate for early Ascension Tanya.\" He prred, recovered well enough to reach a paw up and gently stroke her beak reassuringly.\n\nThe naive pink feathered hen smiled with excitement. Even her cum-dribbled tailfeathers wiggled beneath him, brushing against his sensitive balls in the process. That just caused the male hovering over her stiffen and squirt into her all over! But it wasn't like another spit of seed loosed inside her already sperm-soaked snatch was going to make any difference at this point.\n\n\"We won't know for certain for a while yet but I have no doubt you're a [i]ripe[/i] candidate.\" He continued, enjoying the subtle little hints; knowing they were going to fly right over her pretty little head.\n\nThe big bird made himself comfortable atop his cute little breeding mount, paws tucked under her foreshoulders where her forepaws could relax and rest against his flanks as they enjoyed some after-sex 'cuddles', belly to belly. After all, he was going to be stuck knotted to her for a while yet and wanted to enjoy the last moments of pleasure from her clenching cunt as he finished impregnating her.\n\n\"Until the results come in, you'll just have to resume your duties as normal. You're not to tell anyone else of the test until the results, understood?\"\n\nHer inner flesh clenched reflexively at the sound of his voice causing the devious bird to exhale a soft breath as she stimulated another shot of sperm out of that still painfully stiff cock lodged balls-deep inside her pussy.\n\n\"Not even Mr. Gijo?\" Tanya questioned with childlike puzzlement.\n\nQuickly recovered, Himeli just smiled.\n\n\"Mr. Gijo already knows. As I said, he's enjoying the reward for finding such a perfect replicant like yourself.\" He commented, nodding to the oblivious splay of red scales starring unseeing at the two knotted gryphons. \"This is a very special, very rare occurrence and we don't want the others to be jealous of you.\"\n\nThe cerulean gryph could see understanding blossom in her features as she took in what she was being told.\n\n\"If things turn out the way I hope they do for you, the Ministry may even do something strange when they take you for your Ascension, just so the others don't know where you are going. As always, just do as you are told and everything will be fine.\" He hummed, petting her crest feathers for a moment before grasping the side of her beak and tilting her head from one side to the other, reminding himself of all the little features of the life he'd just ruined.\n\nHimeli waited only long enough for the knot to begin deflating and become [i]technically[/i] removable before lifting himself up off the passive gryphoness. His forepaws slid down to her waist as he stood and locked his eyes on her plump, freshly deflowered sex to enjoy the sight of it struggling to release him. It was like watching someone trying to tug a wet, red lollypop out of their tightly pursed, rosy pink lips. And, just like a firm pair of muzzle lips trying disparately to hold onto its sweet treat, her lower lips strained around its salty treat until, with a suddenness that caused her emanate a cute squeak of surprise, his crimson cock [i]schlopped[/i] out at last. \n\nThe unprepared hen jerked slightly at the sudden sensation of being unceremoniously uncorked by the brutish male. The rest of his glistening wet cockflesh followed as it just [i]fell[/i] out sore, slippery hole between those spread hinds, one sloppy inch after another until there was no more gryphon dick for her cock-rounded cunny to give up. A thick greasy welt of hot fresh gryphon cum though…\n\nHimeli quickly scuttled a few steps back on his hind legs to avoid the backsplash as a waterfall of pearly white semen splattered down her tailfeathers and onto the floor below. Long gooey strands of the stuff clung to the tips of her plumage before finally dribbled down in long, lurid globs of perverse satisfaction. There was a [i]lot[/i] flowing out of her but Himeli wasn't concerned of course. This was just a small portion of the genetic donation he'd gifted her with. What wasn't currently rooting around in her womb, actively fertilizing every egg he'd [i]encouraged[/i] her ovaries to start pumping out was free to drip down her tailfeathers all she liked. \n\nBut the slick, goopy mess pooling on the stone was a wet floor hazard if he'd ever seen one. And it certainly didn't help the prevalent aroma of hot, raw feral sex that now hung sharply in the restaurant's air. \n\n\"O-oh…!\" The smaller female exhaled, feeling so much sticky cum spilling out of her and, with no idea what it was, immediately assumed the mess it was making was her fault! Her concern was not for the unreasonable amount of sperm he'd just dumped into her but rather that her steward would be upset at the mess 'she' had made.\n\n\"Mmn… we'll need to clean this up.\" He spoke, picking up his discarded bottoms. And by 'we' he meant 'her'.\n\nBut like all good replicants, Tanya didn't so much as hesitate to retrieve cleaning supplies and begin the manual labor of soaking up the cum stains and puddles of pussy juice dripping off the edge of the table. Even while half-naked and still leaking with his sperm down her gorgeous inner thighs. Himeli enjoyed the view of the bottomless server trying her best to hide the evidence of her unbeknownst breeding. Once the floor, the table and the hen herself were cleaned up, he handed the replicant girl her panties back, ensuring the last traces of what he'd done this night were properly covered up. With that, he guided her back toward the sleeping pods.\n\n\"Remember, you are to continue your duties as normal.\" He reiterated with pureblood authority to get her attention. \"If it turns out you're… compatible with the early Ascension program, someone will come for you eventually. If not, well, you'll just have to earn it the old-fashioned way, yes?\" \n\n\"Yes!\" She repeated with an unbecoming amount of eagerness, then pursed her beak and let him lead her back to where he'd found her.\n\nThe spotted gryph smiled as they stopped before her still extended bedding platform. \"But I think it'll take.\" The dirty bird smiled knowingly, placing a paw on her belly as he said so.\n\nThere might have been reason for her to consider those words more with the pat on her still warm and pudgy belly his sperm were currently ravenously fertilizing, but he easily guided both body and mind away from that line of thoughts, using the motion as if to guide her back onto the platform. Tanya didn't argue as she was placed back in the sleep chamber, though she chose to lie on her flank rather than tummy tonight. With a tap of the red button, it blinked as the slab slid inward and the pretty pink-feathered hen laid her head down to dream dreams of ascending. And of not the harsh realities that truly awaited her.\n\nWith everything back in order, Himeli walked back out to the main serving hall. His erection still wasn't fully abated but, once he got out of this sex-scented hall, it should start to relax. The big bird stopped beside his still stoned customer and smirked.\n\n\"I think those replicants you got are going to cost you more than you expected bud.\" He commented idly to the unhearing dragon with a cruel chuckle.\n\nWith his exit, the facility was none the wiser for his presence.\n\n\n-----\n\n\n\nIt was some time later when the blue feathered gryphon was called in for another drop. Same area, dark and cold and overcast. Wasn't raining this time at least. The black hoodie helped keep the worst of the weather off as he scratched an itch on his throat while waiting.\n\n\"Jet…?\"\n\nHimeli lifted his eyes to the lanky red dragon. \n\n\"Back so soon?\" He inquired. The drake looked rather forlorn, slumped more than usual. \n\n\"Yes… well… things have been… complicated.\" He huffed.\n\n\"Oh?\" Himeli inquired with casual curiosity, extending an expectant paw.\n\nGijo fished out the chit and offered it with little dignity to spare.\n\n\"I, uh…\" He began, considering the ramifications of telling someone what had happened but quickly decided if he were going to confide in anyone, telling a smuggler would likely be the least problematic. \"One of the new replicants… They're, uh… they're pregnant.\"\n\nHimeli, who had slotted the flat crystal chit into his device, looked back with a raised eye ridge as it did its thing. He'd all but forgotten about the little replicant girl he'd snuck out of her sleeping pod at his establishment while the red drake laid there, boosted out of his mind not two booths away, injected her with a reproductive detoxicant an then intentionally barebacked the oblivious pink feathered hen right on one of his dining tables.\n\nSo she'd gotten pregnant after all? He had to wonder how many families had eaten their meal on that exact same table, clueless of the 'family' of halfbreed chicks had been made in the exact same spot. Himeli had to hide his smirk behind the screen.\n\n\"How?\" He asked with as little inflection as he could muster to feign a casual disinterest.\n\n\"I- I don't know!\" The steward drake blurted out, clearly flustered. Once it got out, the Ministry was going to have a field day tearing apart the establishment.\n\n\"When?\" Himeli continued his one-word contribution to the conversation.\n\nThe red drake paused, rubbing the back of his neck with some reservation.\n\n\"I- I think… about a month ago?\"\n\nBoth eyes lifted up and looked directly at the concerned dragon and, with as little conviction as he could muster, said plainly;\n\n\"You didn't…?\" Leaving the question hanging open.\n\nThe steward, for his part, had to take a moment to figure out what was being implied but, once the gears clicked, his eyes went wide, waving his paws dismissively.\n\n\"WHAT? No, I didn't!\" He countered, then paused before adding; \"I don't think…\"\n\n\"They're made beautiful for a reason. You wouldn't be the first.\" The dealer gryph commented, eyes drawn to the screen as it beeped affirmative, retrieving and crushing the crystal in his palm.\n\n\"But I'd know!\" The steward blurted out with shoddy confidence.\n\n\"Would you?\" The gryphon inquired, reaching into the garbage can beside him and pulling out a satchel as if by way of explanation.\n\nThe red scaled drake felt the weight of more than just the drug being lowered into his paws. For what was supposed to be an escape from such troubles, the slow change from eagerness to distressed understanding that crept over the poor guy's face was almost enough to make the blue feathered male crack.\n\n\"You know,\" The big bird began, channeling the devious energy into something more productive. \"I have ways of making problems like that go away.\" Himeli commented casually, catching the steward's immediate attention. \"For a price of course.\" He added with a shit-eating grin.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The blue feathered gryphon sat beneath the awning of the crowded business street, his black feral attire hiding most of the spotted fluff of his lower half. He leaned down and lifted a hind leg, scratching at an itch behind his left ear. It might be an uncouth act to be seen doing but Himeli couldn't really care less. Plus, this late at night, in the rain, wedged into the dark sliver of space between two impossibly tall skyrise buildings, the likelihood of being spotted by anyone who's opinion he gave two shits about was about as likely as-

"Jet…?" His leg lowered and ears perked at the name, turning to observe the source of the sound. Speaking of little shits.

The skinny red dragon that approached was a small, pathetic example of his kind, barely larger than himself clad in a white one-piece robe with crimson trim and matching round cap upon his head, both with ruby clasps down the button front. Not real rubies of course, just obviously faux glass stones befitting of the hollow agency he pretended to have in his role as steward of a restaurant chain location. The dark clad gryphon raised his view, casually glancing around to ensure nothing felt off. The drake was always nervous during their exchanges but no more than usual today. No additional shadows, no notices from the scanner device tucked in his wing pocket.

"Trying to get my feathers soggy?" The cerulean plumed bird huffed with some annoyance. 'Jet' just have been the name he'd given to this particular customer. Everyone got a different name so Himeli had stopped trying to keep track of them.

"S-sorry. I-" The drake began his apology only to be cut off.

"Don't care. Got the cred chit or not?" He cut him off sharply, extending a light brown forepaw, dotted with black and chocolatey brown spots down its length expectantly. The spots continued down the rest of his body all the way to the tip of his long fluffy tail but most of them were hidden under his broad feathery blue wings and dark attire.

The small dragon perked and immediately sat, patting his chest to find the pocket and quickly fished out a small, elongated and flattened crystal object before timidly passing it to the other male. With far more confidence, the gryphon drew a device out of his side satchel and slotted the object into its top.

"Replicant refresh finally came in, cheaper then expected." The crimson beast commented casually, trying to fill the sharp silence as he waited.

Replicants were the tank-born workforce created specifically to fill the gap of jobs purebloods deemed too menial for themselves but required a more 'real' touch than something synths could provide. And they were 'real' alright; as much flesh and blood as either he or his customer, just grown in tanks that brought them to full maturity in 6 months rather than 18 years. Conditioned from 'birth' to be just good enough at their intended purpose and serve those that made them. The 'compliance collars' they wore ensured obedience with the threat of a swift, bloody death for defiance and each batch was trained for their one, very specific task.

It was clear the drake was trying to explain, or perhaps justify, where the money for his illicit indulgence had come from and Himeli couldn't have cared less. So long as the creds were good, he could have pilfered them out of his own mother's pockets for all it mattered to the runner gryph.

Himeli scoffed. "That time of year, eh?" The device beeped an affirmative. "How many had to go?" He inquired casually, more out of morbid curiosity than anything else as he pulled the chit out and quickly smashed the crystal against the concrete building beside him.

The crimson drake winched slightly at the noise but used the conversation as a distraction. "Only three were Ascended."

'Ascended' was the publicly acceptable term used when… decommissioning a replicant. The typical timeline set by the Ministry was a maximum of 10 years of service before requiring ascension to ensure the clone workforce never grew beyond the capacity of what were essentially 'meat bots'.

The black dressed gryphon stood, almost as if to leave but, instead, leapt deftly onto a higher ledge and, with impressive grace, navigated the small maze of pipes an bars that led to a small leather pouch he'd hid earlier. If this had turned out to be a bust or hit-and-run of some sort, they'd find no product or incriminating evidence on him.

"The replacements any good?" The large bird inquired while hopping down, the other male's muddy eyes watching him the whole way with baited anticipation.

"I think their pink is more vibrant." He answered almost on autopilot, paws outstretched as the bird extended his and dropped the satchel.

It took Himeli a moment for his brain to catch up to what had been said. After all, the gryphon delt in all sorts of illegal activities such as selling a parcel of Rainbow Sky to his esteemed customer here. So when he'd said he 'thought their pink was more vibrant', Himeli's mind immediately thought he meant their pussies were more vibrant.

After all, sex with a replicant was illegal unless the clone was designated and registered specifically for that task. A sex-synth didn't need registered but, then again, a sex-synth couldn't get pregnant… In the end, the Ministry put a lot of effort into persuading the public to see replicants as little more than a different kind of synth, not a living, breathing, sapient creature. Just a useful tool to be replaced regularly.

It wasn't until his memory sifted through the instinctual thoughts that he remembered the replicants this particular steward's establishment were white and pink feathered feral gryphon girls. He'd seen them once or twice, the restaurant they served in wasn't really to his liking, many eyes, too many families, too many opportunities to be recognized. But he'd scoped out the place to get a feel for the guy before their first deal.

They were pretty girls, designed to be attractive but not overly sexual. Alluring and inviting without being vulgar. A 'work safe' version if you would. Though, to be completely honest, the dealer gryph tended to find worker replicants more attractive than their explicitly explicit counterparts. Perhaps they just felt more 'real' than one genetically designed for 'sexual perfection'.

The red drake ravenously checked his package as the feathered male sat back down, mind still chewing on the thoughts going through his head. 'Sex bots' were also religiously sterilized to ensure no amount of sexual activity would result in offspring. Oh, the lengths the Ministry would go through to prevent a moral panic that from having half breed replicants lose on the streets! Of course, low-cost replicants could often be put through a cheaper, more cost-effective chemical 'sterilization'. It effectively just put the reproductive cycle into a sort of stasis, blocking ovulation and implantation.

After all, if they were only designed to be around for a few years, who would know so long as they didn't wind up pregnant before Ascension?

Himeli smiled. "Gunna give it a go tonight?" He inquired with a suspicious amount of interest in the answer but the steward was too excited to notice in the slightest.

"Gods above and below: Yes!" The red drake huffed, cinching the sack closed and quickly tucked it away in a wing pocket.

The feral gryphon bobbed his head with a keen smile.

"Enjoy cloud surfing then bud. Anything's gotta be better than this shit hole." The large bird chuffed, reaching his paw out into the drizzle.

The steward chuckled nervously, reminded of their earlier conversation about having to make his dealer wait and just nodded before retreating like a cur with his tail between his legs. Himeli watched the sad sack of scales go for a moment before gruffing and quickly tilting back down to lift his hind leg again and rigorously scratch the itch behind his ear that persisted throughout the entire exchange.




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The steward's establishment closed three hours after the exchange and Himeli waited another two before taking the lift up to the 11th floor. Nothing was open this late, all the stores sealed behind their smooth marble slabs. The blue feathered gryph padded across the lowly lit floor quietly and stopped beside the only remarkable feature on the wall. The crystal-clear glass pad he held up to it contained an array of intricate golden wires. The object lit up briefly as the traces echoed the entrance command he'd stolen from the steward some time ago.

Himeli had never intended to rob the guy or anything but you never knew when a random access key might come in handy. The marble wall slid aside with an almost magic silence. It was a bit of a gamble; stewards lived in their establishment as part of their arrangement with whoever owned the business itself so, if he misjudged the red drake's intent or had the wrong timing he-

Didn't have to worry about it. The gryphon stopped just inside with a smug smirk on his beak, seeing a familiar frame absolutely plastered across one of the booths. The steward's half-lidded eyes dilated to dinner plates and seeing exactly dick. The big bird closed the slab behind him and wandered into the darkened room, passing the passed-out drake and giving the splayed male a once over before continuing on. It didn't take much to find the maintenance log with its notes on the replicant change over on the table beside the 14 horizontally arranged sleeping cells.

They had some fancy, PR friendly name the Ministry gave them but they were essentially little cubbies to securely put replicants to sleep or store them when they weren't needed. Himeli waved a paw upward in front of the light sensor and sat back to read. As expected, most of the crew were unchanged but there were three crossed out names and three new ones at the bottom; Sally, Jodi and… hmmm… Tanya.

The blue feathered gryph raised an eye ridge. He knew nothing about any of them but, for some reason, that last one drew his attention. Pod 4 then. Himeli replaced the pad and waved his paw down over the sensor, lowering the light to a more comfortable brightness before wandering over to pod 4 and tapped the green control button.

After a minute or so of flashing green, the light turned off and the pod flap opened, sliding a tray outward with a lovely looking gryphoness upon it. Her diamond green eyes blinked a few times, trying to shake off the effects of a sleep cycle ended early, perhaps for the first time in her short life actually. The sitting bird looked over her snowflake white plumage, licked with striking rich pink strokes upon their tips. Some feathers were just given an angel's kiss while others bathed in the lovely majesty of fading into her soft white fluff. It was almost painterly, the way she was arranged.

And it was entirely natural. Well, as natural as a genetically designed replicant clone could be considered. But she needed no dyes or makeup, every inch of her body simply as perfect as the gene engineers could make her.

There were likely thousands of replicants just like her scattered across the city; two more barely distinguishable from one another in two cells right here actually. But she was the first of her line he'd seen and, for the moment, a unique and special specimen to enjoy. Tanya did not rise immediately, the darkness and unusualness of the circumstance puzzling her simple mind as she looked around.

She was still dressed in her workday attire, a simple, revealing dress fit for a four-legged creature of her hind. Unlike the steward in the room before, she was dressed in the company's colors; a bright red skirt around her bottom and a button up yellow blouse that left her midriff lightly exposed. The normal daily routine would see her rise and strip bare, panties and all before acquiring and dawning a fresh uniform fit perfectly for her exact body shape. Then consume a single nutrient pouch for a day's worth of activities and assume her tasks within the restaurant.

She did not know what to do now, alone with a pureblood sitting in the doorway separating their rejuvenation sanctuary and the restaurant. So Tanya just defaulted to her trained programming.

"Hello." She chirped with pronounced enthusiasm. "How can I serve you?"

The line was spoken with mechanical precision. Undoubtedly a line she'd repeated to perfection. Her accent was delightful though; a lovely little earworm like melted butter with just a hint of uncertainty of if she was speaking the right words or in the right way. A more seasoned replicant could become more confident in their speech. That was one of the telltale signs that it was time for them to 'ascend' after all. But this one was still soft and fresh and delightfully malleable.

Tanya had recognized him immediately as a pureblood strictly by the fact that he did not have a 'compliance collar' around his neck like the solid silver band she wore around hers. Replicants must always comply with the will of purebloods; Enforcers above all, then her steward and any other after. He was not an enforcer by appearance and not her steward so, as long as he did not request anything not allowed by her teaching, she would serve him.

"Tanya, yes?" The blue feathered male inquired with a sort of soft, fake charm. He didn't need to try very hard but he did want to put her at ease. It would make everything simpler if she wasn't frightened or suspicious.

"Tanya. Yes." She repeated with a cheerful nod. Replicants weren't given a second name, he had to remind himself.

"Good. I am glad to have found you." He reached a paw out to guided the beautiful bird off the slab. Instinctually she began moving toward the redressing room so Himeli had to carefully guide her priorities her away from her natural routine out toward the restaurant proper. It skipped all the steps between but, once she passed the doorway into the room, it became easier for her to adapt. "Your steward said you were doing such a good job in your new role, we decided to give you a little test."

The pink tipped gryphoness stumbled a little, particularly when her eyes and head glued themselves to the passed-out form of her steward splayed out on a bench. Himeli had to practically physically turn her body away far enough to break the spell before she would realign herself.

"What happened to Mr. Gijo?" She inquired with mild concern.

It took a tick of the gears in his head to put together her question. Gijo must be the name of the steward; he never asked the name of his clients and, if it had been offered, he never bothered committing it to memory.

"Mr. Gijo is… just enjoying the reward for taking care of such a fine woman like yourself." The best lies had truths in them. "But this is not about Mr. Gijo, it's about you, Tanya."

The uncertain gryphoness' eyes were now glued to Himeli's instead.

"Me?" The lovely female inquired with simple curiosity. Her world was so small she couldn't even imagine someone taking interest in her, personally. She'd likely spent most of her short life in training rooms with dozens of near identical copies of herself. No individuality, no thoughts beyond perfection of service.

"Yes you." He indicated and she sat in front of one of the squat tables meant to house a family of ferals for a seasoned meal. "You are working toward your Ascension, yes?"

"Ascension, yes!" She repeated, lighting up. He had to repress a scoff, continuing quickly instead.

"Well, did you know, in rare cases, you can reach your ascension veeeery quickly?" He inquired, smiling wolfishly at her, knowing full well she'd have no idea what he was talking about or what 'early ascension' would mean for her.

For her part, Tanya just pursed her beak a little and shook her head, still starring at this stranger that had every intent of taking advantage of her naivety.

"Under certain… conditions, some of your kind can take a sort of… test to see if you're eligible for early ascension." He prrred, reaching out to take hold the side of her chin, gently but firmly turning the almost purple hued beak from side to side, examining her as if she were little more than a mare to be put to stud.

Those beautiful green eyes of hers simply starred at his grasping paw absently, completely oblivious to the implications of his actions. Seemingly satisfied, Himeli released her with a smile.

"Would you like to take that test?" He inquired as sincerely as he could muster.

He could force her to do it of course. By the Ministry's own rule, they had to obey and were conditioned from 'birth' to do just that. But there was something far more satisfying making them choose to become agents in their own, well… 'ascension'. There was almost no hesitation in the sweet girl's eager nod. That was the final reward after their short life of servitude. Why not skip all that pesky, mundane work and start with desert eh?

"Alright then." He leaned down and grasp her haunches, lifting the lithe little hen up easily enough. Her forepaws went to his foreshoulders to try and stabilize herself with a soft, surprised squawk.

Himeli's intent was to lift and lay her down on her back. The table behind her provided a perfect pivot point as he bowled the unresisting gryphoness up and over onto her back. Her beautiful plumage unfurled like a white and pink carpet, wings resting wide to either side as he took the sight in. With belly up, her forepaws curled near her chest while hinds dangled naturally, if uncertainly to either side.

"It's a fairly simple test," The large male continued without missing a beat. "and you don't need to do much." He commented casually, standing off the end of the table as he hovered over the wide-eyed replicant girl hind end, dangling partly off the end. "Just follow my instructions to the best of your ability and we'll see if we can make you-" He had to stop himself from saying 'into a mother' and simply diverted the verbal thought to "-reach your goal of Ascension that much quicker."

She nodded excitedly and he had to suppress the wolfish grin that threatened to ruin the whole charade.

Replicants weren't taught about sex; better not to give them something forbidden to think about during what little downtime they had. Simply neuter them and make it illegal for real people to try with harsh enough consequences to make anyone not want to risk it. Unless, of course, you were a runner with a list of crimes under your belt long enough that 'fucking a replicant' didn't even make the cut.

Getting one pregnant though… that might be worth a solid mention.

It was highly unlikely she had even the slightest clue what the lump in his bottoms, currently resting against hers tailfeathers with devious casualness, even was, let alone what it implied for her in the near future. The big bird fished into his wing pocket for a smallish capsule and proceeded to remove the top before withdrawing the injector from within.

"You've seen one of these before, yes?" He inquired as he leaned back. Her eyes latched onto the injector, giving a timid nod. "This is part of your test. Pull your skirt up please." Himeli requested with casual authority.

The big bird hovered over her on three legs, medical device grasp in the fourth limb, waiting patiently for the unsuspecting hen to do as she was told. And she did, diligently. Modesty was only built into their programing in so far as to know what was acceptable and what was indecent. Exposing the two, twin rows of small pink teats that might very well find themselves swelling to nurse a clutch of unexpected little beaks soon would most certainly not be in the 'acceptable' range normally.

But Tanya didn't have much difficulty telling herself that she should do what a pureblood asked her to do if it meant she might be able to achieve Ascension soon. So she stretched the definition 'acceptable' with only mild hesitation and lifted her skirt for him. The smile on Himeli's beak never faltered as he watched her bend the rules for the carrot on a stick he held out for her. Given access and implied permission, he nestled the cool round metallic nub against her lower belly, massaged it past the floofy layer right to the skin and, with a quick hiss of released pressure, pierced her body with an injection of potent, potentially life-changing chemicals.

Tanya jerked slightly in surprise at the sharp, if brief sting. And then it was over. Her claws still held her skirt out of the way, looking down her front with silent curiosity. Returning the syringe to its capsule, and capsule to its pouch, the cerulean feathered male took the opportunity to rub the area, and the more sensitive areas nearby, to help sooth any… discomfort it might have caused her. To any layman, it would be rather obvious that the large male was just playing with her nipples, but poor Tanya had no idea what was really going on. After all, it did make it feel better…

Himeli gave it a few moments, petting the area he planned on enjoying in the near future while eyeing the way her untouched, angelic underfluff yielded to his playful talons like a ripe wheat field.

"Everything good? No cramps or discomfort?" He inquired. There shouldn't be any adverse effects to the chemical agent. At best it would bind to the inhibitors present in her system and neutralize them. At worse she'd piss the unused chemical remnants out of her system in a day or two and he'd be out a couple hundred creds for the trouble. But Himeli was willing to bet a sack of Rainbow Sky on it being quite effective on this particular model.

Tanya wouldn't be able to feel the difference either way. Her gaze fell down her own front and flank as if 'cramps' or 'discomfort' would be visible. When she found nothing, she gave a youthful shake of her head.

"No. What's that?" She inquired with child-like curiosity. Himeli just smiled and placed his paw over hers, lowering them together.

"Nothing you need to worry yourself over dear. After all, that means the first test was a success and we can move on to the next one." He continued, distracting her mind from more thoughts about the injection. The sooner she forgot all about it, the better. "For this, I'll need you to remove your bottoms for the inspection." He hummed cheerfully, backing off to begin unbuckling his own bottoms as if to show her how easy it was.

'Replicants shall not bear skin without permission from their steward or greater.' This was an early rule taught to all replicants. But that was the beauty of it all; they weren't synths governed by hardcoded programs, they were live, sentient creatures with the ability to make choices and decisions just like any pureblood. They were just brainwashed with all that bullshit Ministry-dictated programing; developed with critical thinking skills that rivaled a fledgling and a head pumped full of lofty aspirations of 'ascension'.

Thus, it was her decision to make whether to strip down and expose herself right in front of this pureblood male despite the rule that condemned her not to.

Apparently Himeli had made a convincing enough lie out of his performance as Tanya started to reach, then hesitated for but a moment before finishing the though and leaned down to hook her thumb claws under the hem of her form-fitting panties. The motion of disrobing like this was fairly natural for the girl; after all, she did this on a daily basis, stripping out of her entire uniform to the bare feathers every morning in line with all the other girls. The only difference was that they went up her legs instead of down this time.

Mmmn, and as turned out, Tanya had been hiding a perfect little pussy nestled between those fine haunches to match the rest of her perfect little body.

They didn't have to make them so appealing of course. They could just tone down their sexual characteristics to dissuade such indulgence but, then again, an establishment would get less customers if their servant girls were less attractive than their competitor's. In that sense, it was a race to push it to the acceptable limit. Plus, Himeli expected there was some cost savings for the clone companies in not needing manufacture a whole new genome when the inevitable orders for a sex-bot variant of this pretty little hen eventually came in. Just sterilize that version the way they should have done with this version and boom: profit.

Whatever the case, that delicate flower blushing almost as pink as her feathers situated directly in the middle of that clean white underfluff drew his eye the moment it was revealed. His red cock stiffened painfully, still half trapped under his belt, causing a grunt of discomfort to escape his beak. He made swift work of his clothing after that, determined to set his bitchbreaker free before its next outburst. The dirty bird collected the undergarments from her uncertain paw and tossed them on top of his discarded shorts, leaving his brown-spotted, cream-colored hinds free-feathered.

She'd spotted his red, canine-like cock briefly before he moved back in against the edge of the table but she'd never seen a penis before so had little reason to question its existence beyond the briefly inquisitive look on her face. Himeli ignored it, simply moving forward with his plans.

"Very good so far. Now let's take a look." He hummed, forepaws lifting to her inner haunches and eased them apart comfortably wide.

Tanya let the pureblood gryphon do what he wanted with her henparts. His thumbclaws stroked along the outer edge, slowly spreading her open to give his sharp eyes a better view of her deeper pinkness. She must be a virgin; the erect male thought to himself, sliding a talon into her untouched hole and feeling it reactively clench around him.

The big gryphon bull just smiled, twisting his talon around inside her, wedging it in knuckle-deep to pet and stroke the upper rim of her folds, somewhere just below the surface. The clear moisture building up along her innocent folds started clinging to the fur of his talontip, all but encouraging him to probe her womanhood more indulgently. Himeli made quite a show of exploring her private parts with the casualness of an unlicensed physician.

"Oh…" She paused, clearly debating if she should continue the thought or not. "What… are you looking for…?" The pretty little hen finally inquired with genuine curiosity after a few more slow pumps of his claw pushing up into her. There was a decided lack of concern about the stranger currently violating her body like it was the most natural thing for him to do.

"For something that will tell me if you're eligible for early Asencion." Himeli replied straightforwardly with a strategically assertive but evasive response.

Of course, Tanya didn't want to seem like she didn't understand so just accepted the non-answer from the dirty bird as he continued fondling her henparts in whatever way he found most pleasing. Her eyes just watched silently as the fur on his paw became more matted with the wetness it drew out of her body with a million unanswered questions rolling through her fledgling mind.

But there was only so much enjoyment one could get out of finger-fucking a clueless replicant girl. After a short stint of indulging himself, that creepy claw retreated, pulling a moist string of her natural lubricant out with it. Between the chemical suppresser that had kept her reproductive cycle all locked up and a complete lack of sexual activity up until now, this was likely the very first time she'd ever been wet between the legs like this. There were going to be a lot of 'firsts' for little Tanya to experience today, it seemed.

A slight frown formed at the corners of his beak.

"Not finding anything yet, we'll have to look deeper." He commented casually, helping seed a bit of doubt in her mind that she might not be able to take the easy way out after all without further investigation. What better way to get her to willingly accept what he had in store for her after all?

But not to worry, it seemed Himeli had a plan.

In the end there was nothing she needed to do about it but lay there and let the pureblood male lean in, nuzzle his beak into her vagina and work his tapered tongue deep into her pussy. That sleek oral organ was certainly able to probe deeper, the warmth and tightness even more endearing on his tongue as he explored more of her unused flower. A light nibble on her folds or a caress across a particularly sensitive nerve cluster would cause the small hen twitch or jerk slightly in surprise, but neither the paws folded at her chest nor the paws she kept spread in the air tried to do anything to stop him.

The oral investigation lasted only exactly as long as he found pleasurable. It wasn't for her enjoyment after all and, as much fun as it would be to wait until he could catch the scent of her very first heat starting to come in, the delay for such a feat could be much longer than he'd be willing to wait. The drug her steward had taken would keep him knocked out for a couple hours, sure, but Himeli wanted to be done and gone long before that happened. So, he'd just have to settle for a glazing of hencum on his beak and her aroused scent dragged through his nares instead.

A small puddle of precum was forming on the polished stone floor by the time he withdrew from her perfect, pristine pink pussy with a suspiciously unconvinced look on his face. She had no idea how vulgar the view of someone lapping up the sexual fluids she'd left glazed all over their beak was supposed to be. All she knew was he had not congratulated her and it was concerning to the naive gryphoness.

"Mmn, still nothing." He commented while licking a strand of her pussy juice off the corner of his beak while her ears drooped in disappointment. His gaze shifted up from her crotch to her face with a purposefully calculating look, letting the moment stew for a moment before adding; "Well… there is one more thing we can try. But it's a much more… shall we say… strenuous examination."

"Yes?" The single word was both an inquiry and affirmation for him to proceed.

Her eagerness made him smile. And it wasn't even because she wanted to have sex or feel more things inside her. She was simply following the pre-conditioned programing stuffed into her child-like mind by the Ministry; to seek Asencion as the final goal and follow the instructions given by purebloods to get there. Like a child, she was just as willing to skip the years of 'chores' that she'd normally have to do and skip directly to the treat.

She just didn't understand the kind of 'treat' Himeli was going to give her…

"Well, you've been very good so far." He commented, collecting her hind legs together and tilted them off to the side as he stood up and edged forward over her, tucking the two limbs in against his right hip, letting them jut off to the side together as he mounted her like it was the most normal thing for the aroused breeding bull to do with the petite little hen beneath him. "Ready?"

"Mm-hmm." She commented with a nod, having no real comprehension to what she'd just agreed to.

Himeli smiled deliciously as he brought the heavy weight of his fully erect cock and heavy sack, filled to the brim with energetic pureblood sperm, up to drag across her tailfeathers as he moved to line himself up. This was just one more new sensation full of deeply consequential implications for the pretty girl to be completely ignorant about. The press of his rod against her bare cleft would have been more startling if not for the previous two warmups he'd run her through and, despite the position he'd put her haunches in to keep that carnal cavity purposefully snug for him, her pussy lips pursed around the tip of his spear with gratuitous ease as he began pushing inside.

He didn't hold her down or pin her or do anything of the like. No, the erect male simply used his power and position above her to casually wedge himself into that tight carnal channel between her hinds one glorious, twitching inch at a time. He could feel the tension in her frame as he entered her, her fully functional, adult-age body unaccustomed to being penetrated by anything, let alone something as large as Himeli's slab of knotted gryphon dick. But, to her credit, Tanya managed to take the whole thing inside her right up to his un-inflated knot. The kiss of her cuntlips against his glans was marvelous, almost as satisfying as the way the tip pried into her deepest secrets, soaking up the virgin energy of her clenching muscles in the process.

And there, somewhere in those deep, dark depths, his reaching tip tickled at what he was trying to find: the untried ring of muscle that guarded her eggmakers. The devious male wiggled himself a little this way and that, pressing and relaxing once or twice to really get a good feel for her insides before brightening with an;

"Ah! I think that may be it." His voice trilled softly with a subtle hint of wicked satisfaction.

Tanya immediately perked, oblivious to the underlying meaning behind his inflection. No, this simple gryphoness was only immediately hopeful it was whatever he was he needed to find. She could certainly feel the strange strain that adult gryphon dick was putting on her reproductive tract. While it wasn't as nimble as the tongue that preceded it, it was certainly larger and deeper than the prior probe. And also infinitely more dangerous to her continued livelihood. But she didn't need to know that part.

"Yes?" Tanya inquired simply.

"Perhaps, but I'll have to confirm first. Hmmm…" He puzzled, looking back over his flank as if there was something there to explain his current consideration. The innocent gryphoness looked along with him, vision following the unseen dilemma. "I don't think you're ready for me to check though. Shall I prepare you?" He inquired, as if asking a turkey if it wanted to be prepared for dinner.

And the simple minded white gryphoness just affirmed with a simple nod and: "Oh. Okay."

Himeli didn't waste any more time with pleasantries. He had to prepare this poor girl for her 'ascension trial' after all and that was exactly what he was going to do. So the fat slab of canine gryphon cock he'd just wedged deeply between those pressed thighs came back out, inch by twitching, leaking inch. Now fully glazed with her pussy juices and under the squeezing pressure of her reflexively clenching cunt, it almost fell completely out on the first withdraw. But the big bird managed to catch the tip against the cusp of her spread vulva and quickly and casually shoved it right back up inside of her.

This time he got a little chitter out of her and caused her crest floof to puff up in surprise at the sensation of having her soft sex really, actually penetrated this time. The second time was only slightly less intense; the feeling of his knot squelching itself against her nether lips while his tip bottomed out somewhere inside her was such a foreign feeling! By the third thrust, Tanya was starting to get used to him raping her womanhood and, within a short span, her pressed hinds were wobbling in rhythm to his wicked motions as he rubbed out any trace of her virginity.

That slickened shaft casually worked her henhole at whatever angle and pace he found most indulgent. This was just preparation for whatever 'test' he had to preform to her. But for him, it was full-on casual bareback sex with a gorgeously attractive young hen completely 'willing' to let him do anything he wanted to her. Including cumming balls deep inside her bare pussy if he wanted it seemed.

The pleasure rolling up and down his shaft as it casually explored every inch of her reproductive tract was exquisite. And it wasn't just the physical pleasure either. There was plenty of that of course; this wouldn't be any fun at all if he didn't have the warm, wet walls of a clenching virgin girl for his dick to slather its lusty glaze all over after all. But there was even more enjoyment from manipulating this shy, innocent replicant girl into doing something so illegal there was an entire branch of enforcers dedicated just to making sure this sort of thing didn't happen.

And yet, here he was shoving his dick into Tanya's unsuspecting, warm, receptive little henhole over and over again, using her body as just another means to spit in the eye of the establishment. And, while he was at it, he might as well wring as much pleasure as he could out of her tight little cunt at the same time. Every thrust got her more and more used to being used as a sex toy and, after only a few moments of that thick canine cock plunging into her unprotected pussy, she'd relaxed fully on her back, taking her life-ruining rutting without protest.

With her hind end positioned over the edge of the table, the glaze of intermingled juices slowly being churned up inside her up began oozing out of that cozily stuffed slot between her legs. The drizzle leaking down her tailfeathers was a new mix of his and her friction-warmed fluids, seeping down to add to the puddle of precum on the floor Himeli had left before. It wasn't just her scent in the air course, not with the blue feathered male hungrily ruining the sanctity of her body with each push and pull. And the poor naive replicant girl just laid there, splayed out on her backside, accepting her fate as little more than a pretty puppet for him to satisfy a dark, wickedly nasty vice with.

Over and over again his belly brushed against hers, his underfluff tickling the small, underdeveloped nipples beneath her pulled-up skirt. Each stroke slid the soft, genetically compatible flesh of her beautiful pink pussy all the way up and down his spire. He could feel his heartbeat quickening as the sexual activity elevated his pulse, his biology intent to try and turn even this replicant of gryphoness into an unwitting mother, regardless of if she wanted it or not. Himeli could only wonder if her body was reacting with the same underlying biological instinct to breed or if it had been suppressed so long it no longer knew how to breed properly.

Something to ponder during the long waits between drops perhaps. For now, he had other things to think about as he slid to a stop, casually nestling his eager, twitching knot against her yawning pink folds in the process.

"Hrrft…" He exhaled to catch his breath. "I think you're about ready now." The large male leaned back, grasping her hind paws and separated them again, one to either side before settling himself back over the young bird. "Why don't you reach down and spread yourself, it'll make this last part a little easier."

It was a lie; nothing was going to make what he was about to do to her easier, but better to give her idle paws something to do rather than potentially try to push him off. Tanya's uncertainty and puzzlement was understandable but Himeli just guided her through what he wanted. Spread her legs nice and wide, then grasp her haunches and spread herself even more. When her talons had a good grip on her underfluff, splaying that blessed pink hole and unconditionally offering her pussy for a deep an through 'inspection', the dirty bird continued where he left off, resuming having casual, unprotected sex with the beautifully clueless replicant girl.

Only this time he'd strategically placed his forepaws at either side of her head just above the shoulder to help brace her for the raw rutting she ahead of her. The gentle strokes he'd indulged in previously got rougher, harder, more aggressive. Tanya's poor adolescent-level mind didn't comprehend the severity of what was going on between her legs; only that this must be the 'difficult' part he'd warned her about before. It was what he'd been helping prepare her for. After all, having her cervix beaten into submission must just be par for the course in whatever this 'test' the pureblood gryphon was preforming, right?

That didn't mean it was going to be easy or comfortable having a fat lupine cock jamming itself against her untried egg gate. But, if that was what it took to earn her Ascension, it's just what it took, yes?

For his part, Himeli was just enjoying the indulgent satisfaction of fucking the perfect little hen; of the almost salivating sensation of feeling her well-greased muscles clench in resistance each time he hammered home inside her. A little less this time, a little shorter the next, each thrust leaving a churning slurry of slick, slippery fluids squished up against the only thing keeping him from knotting her. His tip glanced off the spongy muscular halo of her deepest recesses again and frustratingly again. But he kept at it, ensuring that confused little egg-laying muscle was practically drowning in slick, slippery precum as he jammed his dick up against the center ring over and over and over again…

And then it happened. Her resilience to the 'probe' prodding the gateway to her innermost sanctuary relaxed too early, or perhaps his persistent fucking just finally fatigued her muscles enough. Or maybe any number of other possible reasons why he could feel the beautiful new sensation blossoming around his cocktip. It didn't matter in the end why her body let him inside, only that it resulted in feeling the fleshy cockring of her cervix slipping down the tip of his dick like a reverse condom. Himeli didn't give her a second chance, making sure to wedge the last few inches of fat, knotted gryphon cock aaaaall the way into her already strained, puffy, pink pussy lips.

Her bawk was loud in the otherwise quite dining hall as she squeezed an eye shut at the intense sensation of being thoroughly violated. But he let her vocalize her discomfort while his throbbing knot got quite comfortable wedged inside the cozy warm grip of her clenching thighs. The stone walls of the establishment would keep the noise inside and, if her keeper heard it, it would just blend into all the other 'noise' rattling around within the red drake's blissed out skull.

A rush of blood flowed into that bulbous glans as it felt the warmth of an impending orgasm building, intent on ensuring nothing prevented what was about to happen to her.

But Himeli clenched both beak and balls, suppressing the urge to cum, feeling his twitching mast throbbing angrily, drooling at the denied opportunity starring directly down the barrel of what, for all intents and purposes, was effectively a 'gun' for her. A slimy glaze of precum still managed to slip through his attempts to resist, oozing from the tip in a way that made his toes curl at the salacious sensation leaking from his cocktip. The greasy glaze drizzled down the crest of his crown to pool dangerously in her belly, leaving the uncertain hen with yet another strange, unfamiliar, but not entirely unpleasant sensation to make sense of.

"Mpfh… there it is. That is what I was looking for." The big bird tried not to huff too much but it was hard with how worked up he was.

His body idly rocked back and forth, not enough to pull the knot or crown out of either end of her reproductive tract, but enough to rub the skin of his dick directly across her most private of places. Watching the clueless hen just lay there and take it with that blank look that indicated a complete lack of understanding of the danger she was in just tickled the devious gryphon to no end.

"I think you just might have what it takes Tanya. There's only one last thing we need to do to find out." He hummed. "Now, just relax." He huffed, pushing firmly enough to make his sheath fur tickle her knot-bulged vulva. "And hold on to something."

With the fluff of his sheathtip now cozily bathed in her warm, sticky pussy juice, there wasn't much reason for her claws to keep holding herself spread. So, instead, she followed the pureblood's instructions and reached out to grasp the sides of the table as the horny bird took his golden strokes inside her. Of course, poor Tanya had no idea that each thrust he enjoyed between her legs was one less separating her from the doomed fate he had in store for her. All the slightly frightened replicant gryphon knew was the cock-shaped lump in her gut was moving and her talons had to hold onto the table tightly as the beast above her drove that slick, dribbling dick into the deepest, and most vulnerable recesses of her womanhood as if she were little more than a warm fleshlight to be enjoyed.

The horny bird held back, clenching his crotch muscles even as the leaky gobs of normally clear precum started turning milky. He sucked in a sharp breath and held it in his chest as he crammed his tip through that sore, soaked ring of muscle at the bottom of her channel again and again and again. Whatever resistance her body had put up to try and stop him from violating her unprotected womb was entirely gone by now, the sore ache in her loins just a throbbing memory now as she, instead, focused on trying to parse all the other new sensation quite literally being thrust upon her.

 It was devilishly satisfying, knowing he held her fate on the tip of his dick. Each pull back a tease; would he yank the whole thing free and save her from the Ministry's wrath? Or would he just… shove all the way back in and force this innocent, child-like hen's obscenely beautiful body to bear the burden of growing fat and gravid with his half-blood offspring?

A tugging out and a deliberate pause. Followed by a swift, softly grunting thrust deeply back in, a seedy lap of precum teasing her with the consequences. Back… and forth… Back… and… nrrft!

His hips lurched forward, plunging his cock balls-deep into her womb one last time, shuddering as he exhaled sharply. All while a thick lance of creamy white bird cum surged down his dick determined not to be denied no matter how hard he clenched his thighs. For a few, brief, skull throbbing moments, the only thing he could feel was the rush of sperm being crammed down his dick and force-fed to the unfortunate replicant hen. The fat wad of gryphon spunk shoved up inside the knot-strained ring of her vulva, rode down the full length of his red rod, forced its way past the squeezing ring of her cock-yawned cervix and squirted into her womb under a scintillating pressure she could most certainly feel dimple the far wall of her uterus; even if she had no idea what that sensation meant for her.

And what it meant was that millions, perhaps billions, of vicious little swimmers were suddenly given free reign to get the unsuspecting gryphoness' as pregnant as possible. With every one of them packed to the gills with his pureblood DNA, it was only a matter of time before they'd find her unprepared ovaries and break the Ministry's laws by the dozen. As soon as a single whipping tail wriggled its way inside even a single one of the eggs she wasn't supposed to have, her life would be forever, irreparably changed.

And now that there was no longer any chance to 'save' her, the dirty bird saw no reason not to finish emptying the contents of his balls into her belly now. Thus, the horny male relaxed his loins and continued casually pissed a pearly white stream of thick, viscous gryphon cum directly into the helpless gryphoness' gut with a reckless disregard for the consequences. Whatever façade of professionalism he'd been wearing before was a thin disguise now as his body ground roughly against her unsuspecting pussy, pumping a gut-swelling load into the lithe little hen. The heavy orbs that had been resting on her tailfeathers lifted off the pillowy soft plumage as they began squeezed up against the base of his shaft to ravenously dump glorp after glorp of hot, fresh bird seed directly into her unknowingly fertile womb.

Perhaps some subconscious part of his biology understood she'd been injected a hormone that would cause the unsuspecting female to ovulate for days, and that the more sperm he gorged her trim little tummy with, the bigger the clutch she'd be straining to carry by the time he was done violating her eggmakers. Whatever the reason, the spotted gryphon-bull ejaculated aggressively into the poor defenseless replicant girl until he started feeling light headed from the effort his nuts were putting in to knock her up.

The moment of sharp pleasured release passed eventually and the wobbling male returned to his senses slowly like a warming lightbulb of jaw aching afterglow. As the glaze of pleasure was blinked from his eyes, there he saw here; lovely little Tanya on her back, looking up at him with a bit of confusion and concern and maybe even a little hope mixed in there. It didn't look like the poor girl had even gotten an orgasm out of the ordeal, just a stiff, throbbing soreness somewhere deep inside her achingly abused loins.

Himeli took a deep breath, relaxed and let it out slowly.

"I think you're a perfect candidate for early Ascension Tanya." He prred, recovered well enough to reach a paw up and gently stroke her beak reassuringly.

The naive pink feathered hen smiled with excitement. Even her cum-dribbled tailfeathers wiggled beneath him, brushing against his sensitive balls in the process. That just caused the male hovering over her stiffen and squirt into her all over! But it wasn't like another spit of seed loosed inside her already sperm-soaked snatch was going to make any difference at this point.

"We won't know for certain for a while yet but I have no doubt you're a ripe candidate." He continued, enjoying the subtle little hints; knowing they were going to fly right over her pretty little head.

The big bird made himself comfortable atop his cute little breeding mount, paws tucked under her foreshoulders where her forepaws could relax and rest against his flanks as they enjoyed some after-sex 'cuddles', belly to belly. After all, he was going to be stuck knotted to her for a while yet and wanted to enjoy the last moments of pleasure from her clenching cunt as he finished impregnating her.

"Until the results come in, you'll just have to resume your duties as normal. You're not to tell anyone else of the test until the results, understood?"

Her inner flesh clenched reflexively at the sound of his voice causing the devious bird to exhale a soft breath as she stimulated another shot of sperm out of that still painfully stiff cock lodged balls-deep inside her pussy.

"Not even Mr. Gijo?" Tanya questioned with childlike puzzlement.

Quickly recovered, Himeli just smiled.

"Mr. Gijo already knows. As I said, he's enjoying the reward for finding such a perfect replicant like yourself." He commented, nodding to the oblivious splay of red scales starring unseeing at the two knotted gryphons. "This is a very special, very rare occurrence and we don't want the others to be jealous of you."

The cerulean gryph could see understanding blossom in her features as she took in what she was being told.

"If things turn out the way I hope they do for you, the Ministry may even do something strange when they take you for your Ascension, just so the others don't know where you are going. As always, just do as you are told and everything will be fine." He hummed, petting her crest feathers for a moment before grasping the side of her beak and tilting her head from one side to the other, reminding himself of all the little features of the life he'd just ruined.

Himeli waited only long enough for the knot to begin deflating and become technically removable before lifting himself up off the passive gryphoness. His forepaws slid down to her waist as he stood and locked his eyes on her plump, freshly deflowered sex to enjoy the sight of it struggling to release him. It was like watching someone trying to tug a wet, red lollypop out of their tightly pursed, rosy pink lips. And, just like a firm pair of muzzle lips trying disparately to hold onto its sweet treat, her lower lips strained around its salty treat until, with a suddenness that caused her emanate a cute squeak of surprise, his crimson cock schlopped out at last.

The unprepared hen jerked slightly at the sudden sensation of being unceremoniously uncorked by the brutish male. The rest of his glistening wet cockflesh followed as it just fell out sore, slippery hole between those spread hinds, one sloppy inch after another until there was no more gryphon dick for her cock-rounded cunny to give up. A thick greasy welt of hot fresh gryphon cum though…

Himeli quickly scuttled a few steps back on his hind legs to avoid the backsplash as a waterfall of pearly white semen splattered down her tailfeathers and onto the floor below. Long gooey strands of the stuff clung to the tips of her plumage before finally dribbled down in long, lurid globs of perverse satisfaction. There was a lot flowing out of her but Himeli wasn't concerned of course. This was just a small portion of the genetic donation he'd gifted her with. What wasn't currently rooting around in her womb, actively fertilizing every egg he'd encouraged her ovaries to start pumping out was free to drip down her tailfeathers all she liked.

But the slick, goopy mess pooling on the stone was a wet floor hazard if he'd ever seen one. And it certainly didn't help the prevalent aroma of hot, raw feral sex that now hung sharply in the restaurant's air.

"O-oh…!" The smaller female exhaled, feeling so much sticky cum spilling out of her and, with no idea what it was, immediately assumed the mess it was making was her fault! Her concern was not for the unreasonable amount of sperm he'd just dumped into her but rather that her steward would be upset at the mess 'she' had made.

"Mmn… we'll need to clean this up." He spoke, picking up his discarded bottoms. And by 'we' he meant 'her'.

But like all good replicants, Tanya didn't so much as hesitate to retrieve cleaning supplies and begin the manual labor of soaking up the cum stains and puddles of pussy juice dripping off the edge of the table. Even while half-naked and still leaking with his sperm down her gorgeous inner thighs. Himeli enjoyed the view of the bottomless server trying her best to hide the evidence of her unbeknownst breeding. Once the floor, the table and the hen herself were cleaned up, he handed the replicant girl her panties back, ensuring the last traces of what he'd done this night were properly covered up. With that, he guided her back toward the sleeping pods.

"Remember, you are to continue your duties as normal." He reiterated with pureblood authority to get her attention. "If it turns out you're… compatible with the early Ascension program, someone will come for you eventually. If not, well, you'll just have to earn it the old-fashioned way, yes?"

"Yes!" She repeated with an unbecoming amount of eagerness, then pursed her beak and let him lead her back to where he'd found her.

The spotted gryph smiled as they stopped before her still extended bedding platform. "But I think it'll take." The dirty bird smiled knowingly, placing a paw on her belly as he said so.

There might have been reason for her to consider those words more with the pat on her still warm and pudgy belly his sperm were currently ravenously fertilizing, but he easily guided both body and mind away from that line of thoughts, using the motion as if to guide her back onto the platform. Tanya didn't argue as she was placed back in the sleep chamber, though she chose to lie on her flank rather than tummy tonight. With a tap of the red button, it blinked as the slab slid inward and the pretty pink-feathered hen laid her head down to dream dreams of ascending. And of not the harsh realities that truly awaited her.

With everything back in order, Himeli walked back out to the main serving hall. His erection still wasn't fully abated but, once he got out of this sex-scented hall, it should start to relax. The big bird stopped beside his still stoned customer and smirked.

"I think those replicants you got are going to cost you more than you expected bud." He commented idly to the unhearing dragon with a cruel chuckle.

With his exit, the facility was none the wiser for his presence.


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It was some time later when the blue feathered gryphon was called in for another drop. Same area, dark and cold and overcast. Wasn't raining this time at least. The black hoodie helped keep the worst of the weather off as he scratched an itch on his throat while waiting.

"Jet…?"

Himeli lifted his eyes to the lanky red dragon.

"Back so soon?" He inquired. The drake looked rather forlorn, slumped more than usual.

"Yes… well… things have been… complicated." He huffed.

"Oh?" Himeli inquired with casual curiosity, extending an expectant paw.

Gijo fished out the chit and offered it with little dignity to spare.

"I, uh…" He began, considering the ramifications of telling someone what had happened but quickly decided if he were going to confide in anyone, telling a smuggler would likely be the least problematic. "One of the new replicants… They're, uh… they're pregnant."

Himeli, who had slotted the flat crystal chit into his device, looked back with a raised eye ridge as it did its thing. He'd all but forgotten about the little replicant girl he'd snuck out of her sleeping pod at his establishment while the red drake laid there, boosted out of his mind not two booths away, injected her with a reproductive detoxicant an then intentionally barebacked the oblivious pink feathered hen right on one of his dining tables.

So she'd gotten pregnant after all? He had to wonder how many families had eaten their meal on that exact same table, clueless of the 'family' of halfbreed chicks had been made in the exact same spot. Himeli had to hide his smirk behind the screen.

"How?" He asked with as little inflection as he could muster to feign a casual disinterest.

"I- I don't know!" The steward drake blurted out, clearly flustered. Once it got out, the Ministry was going to have a field day tearing apart the establishment.

"When?" Himeli continued his one-word contribution to the conversation.

The red drake paused, rubbing the back of his neck with some reservation.

"I- I think… about a month ago?"

Both eyes lifted up and looked directly at the concerned dragon and, with as little conviction as he could muster, said plainly;

"You didn't…?" Leaving the question hanging open.

The steward, for his part, had to take a moment to figure out what was being implied but, once the gears clicked, his eyes went wide, waving his paws dismissively.

"WHAT? No, I didn't!" He countered, then paused before adding; "I don't think…"

"They're made beautiful for a reason. You wouldn't be the first." The dealer gryph commented, eyes drawn to the screen as it beeped affirmative, retrieving and crushing the crystal in his palm.

"But I'd know!" The steward blurted out with shoddy confidence.

"Would you?" The gryphon inquired, reaching into the garbage can beside him and pulling out a satchel as if by way of explanation.

The red scaled drake felt the weight of more than just the drug being lowered into his paws. For what was supposed to be an escape from such troubles, the slow change from eagerness to distressed understanding that crept over the poor guy's face was almost enough to make the blue feathered male crack.

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