Not The Same
by
Varien Quill

Gladberry Highlands. A vast open space where there wasn't even a single human settlement and their only contribution to it was the name alone. Although, most of the creatures living here didn't care about it, focused mostly on their survival and leisure, instead of silly constructs like the highlands' official label.
Even with the lack of humanoids, there were still many intelligent creatures capable of speech, from gargantuan dragons to moderately sized griffins. Their body scale varied significantly, because of their magical capabilities and ability to change their size with simple, yet powerful, tricks. All of them could feed on each other's life energy, siphoning from one to the other, exchanging their proportions. 
While it sounds brutal, for an observer, it looked more like a lover's squabble, trying to dominate the other in rather rough erotic endeavors. But it was much more than that since the event of coitus was the only way to get the precious energy and eventually the size.
The highlands looked peaceful, and the creatures mostly were used to their lesser-than-usual height and girth. Some of them were massive, before having only a mere portion of that in just a few days. It was still much better than getting killed and eaten since there was still hope for a better tomorrow.
A ridiculously small, green dragon suddenly landed on the strawberry bush, looking for something to eat. Being reduced to something truly insipient, it was modest enough to not be picky, choosing this shrub for a feast. But because of his bad luck, even the delicious flower, often mistaken for a berry, was quite a challenge. Luckily for him, those particular ones were growing even outside of their usual season.
The lizard squeaked and hissed, struggling with the sweet snack, trying to pluck it out of its stem, but for naught. He was still feisty enough to not give up, but his struggling attempts looked quite pathetic. But a few seconds later, a sharp talon picked the strawberry, giving it to the hungry dragon right after.
"Here you go, buddy. Didn't see a dragon your size before. Must have been a tough day, huh?"
Perses, a male griffin, was lucky enough to have a moderate size himself for most of his life, sometimes gathering ‌more for his posture, to lose it in a few weeks. He was old enough to learn how to survive and to be not too greedy, but, careful enough to not be reduced to the size of a tasty snack.
The griffin enjoyed the view of the tiny dragon, ravenously devouring the poor and defenseless strawberry, munching it with passion, and coating its maw with a mixture of red and pink colors. While it looked quite amusing, Perses grew bored with it rather quickly, feeling quite a big hunger himself.
He unfurled his gray-tinted wings, preparing himself for a lift-off, before nodding to the small, scaly, and happy creature. The fruits weren't enough for him so he had to keep looking, soaring through the sky, having a full view of the highlands.
While this region was dangerous because of its habitants and their size stealing capabilities, he didn't think even for a second to leave it, since the highlands were still a perfect area for hunt and breeding. After all, the rest of the animals were not only incapable of speech but also devout from all the magical powers, making griffins and dragons dangerously powerful predators.
In the distance, Perses saw again the only place where he would never enter. Kormash's Cave. I speculated on the gigantic hole inside of the hill to be the den of the largest dragon to ever exist. While nobody saw him for decades, creatures still think that he just slumbers and the occasional earthquake reminds them of his existence, mistaking it for a gargantuan dragon's snoring.
Instead, he flew right to another side of the forest, trying to be careful and subtle, sensing something alive below him. The griffin eventually landed, taking a whiff with his nostrils, trying to get any scents. It was deer mating season, and it was incredibly easy to smell them.
Fearing that he made too much noise, he waited patiently, completely frozen in place, to lower the guard of any animal that probably heard him. His heartbeat slowed down just like his breath, calming down while his predator senses increased. 
Trying to be perfectly quiet, griffin tried his best not to crunch any leaves below him, hating the fact that even nature itself was sometimes against him, giving a chance to the prey to survive. What was a sense with that if he was going to starve?
Returning to his hunt, the male thought if it was a good approach. Yes, when he would fly, the prey would see him. But maybe he would be fast enough to get that precious meet with his powerful and sharp talons? Instead, he struggled on the ground, cursing the trees, their life cycle, and the crunchy leaves.
Suddenly, a pathetic and weak shriek spread through the woods, apparently of an attacked animal. The frustrated griffin forgot about his quiet approach and quickly trotted towards the forest opening, where the assault took place. If someone else killed the deer, he still got another prey who would luckily for his run in his direction.
After arrival, he saw no other deer, except one in the clutches of the other griffin. Perses almost decided just to shrug it off and fly away to hunt somewhere else, but their appearance bugged him, forcing him to look closer.
Significantly taller, at least a quarter bigger than the male, successful griffin sunk their beak into struggling deer, with open wide eyes, filled with fear. The predator took another chunk of flesh, eating the poor animal alive. Not like Perses, who would first kill the defeated prey, instead adding to their suffering.
The other griffin had the same brown coat, although their feathers were light blue instead of gray. Perses suddenly gasped, realizing who that was.
"H-Hera? How are you alive?"
The female griffin smirked, licking the precious fluids of her beak while raising her head from the dying animal. Tired of its struggle, she eventually snapped their neck, ending the suffering. She did all of this, staring deeply at the male, not breaking eye contact.
"Perses." she simply said with a firm voice, acknowledging his presence.
He wasn't sure how to feel about this sudden reunion. Perses didn't particularly like her, always competing, trying to be better than him, berating him for his size. But one day, a dragon caught her, forced to mate for her size. Perses was sure that she couldn't survive such humiliation, since most of the tiny creatures usually ended up as food. But something was holding him back from feeling happiness. She just took his dinner.
"Congratulations, you got me. But I'm not here to fight you or even compete. I'll just go somewhere else." He realized how weak he sounded, trying to be out of any conflict. Not like he couldn't fight. He saw it as pointless, not having much of a quarrel with her. 
"Somewhere else?" The female dropped the bleeding carcass, slowly approaching the male. The crimson fluids on her beak and talons only added to her already ominous and powerful appearance.
Perses didn't want to cowardly run away and hide, but being at a such disadvantage, it was probably the best way of approach. Also, Hera was just stronger than him, not only physically, but being straightforward, bold, and somewhat brutal. A savage female who often got what she wanted, except for that one unlucky time.
"I'll just leave you to your meal. There are many other hunting grounds, so don't worry about me." The male stepped backward, showing to her he did not quarrel, trying to quickly depart. But the female stepped towards him, towering above the gray feather griffin. She was close enough that he eventually caught her aromatic scent of death, blood, and... sex?
"You're not going anywhere, my little snack. We have unfinished business, remember? You didn't even look for me if I'm dead or not, left to be smaller than a duck."
"We're not friends..." he stated, still trying to move backward, feeling warm air coming out of her nostrils, and exhaling in bitter anger.
"But we're the same species and that means something, no? Also, you have something that I don't. And I'm going to take it if you like it or not..."
Perses' eyes slightly widened in fear while his heartbeat quickened, knowing that the fight was inevitable. The question was, when the female was going to strike, exactly.
"What is it? I don't think I know what are you talking about..."
Hera shook her head, annoyed by his ignorance and lack of wit. She walked around his figure while he stood frozen in place, reading his talons.
"Your seed, of course. But you will not like it. Do you know what happens during sex, especially to the submissive party? I'll take it by force, as well as your current size. You'll know how it is, trying to survive as a tiny, pathetic animal, bit by bit regaining the height and girth that I truly deserve. But I'm not even halfway done yet."
"What, you're going to be as huge as Kormash?" He often was joking in the face of danger, no matter how large that was. Perses always wanted to go out with a smile on his beak. But his attitude appalled the female.
"Really? That nonsense again about the so-called legend? You're not going away with such ludicrous talk." The female snapped, facing him again, looking deeply in the eyes.
It was now or never. While his dimwitted jokes distracted the female, the male griffin suddenly struck, using his talons to scratch her head. But none of the sharp hooks hit their target. The female swiftly dodged it.
"Pathetic. Here's my answer." She replied coldly, jumping forward and sinking her own incredibly long nails into his flesh, forcing him to fall backward with a painful yelp coming out from his beak. He landed on his back, crunching all the leaves below, making some of them fly around them.
"It would be quite romantic if I wasn't forcing you to do this, Perses. I'm sorry it has to be that way..." she said in a mocking tone, clearly not regretting even one bit that decision. "Now, whip it out, big boy. Well, not for long at least. But I'll enjoy every moment."
The female griffin chuckled maniacally, losing her grip slightly, not wanting to harm him too much. But Perses already felt his warm, crimson fluid soaking into feathers, along with blunt pain. 
She was getting almost intoxicated by his scent of sweat, blood, and musk as well. He had no intention of "whipping it out" as she said, making it already difficult enough. The female sighed, getting impatient.
"Do I have to do everything myself? Fine. But you will not enjoy it as you think, you mongrel..." she said, while removing her talons completely out of his body, changing the grip towards his legs, still pinning him down. She gave his cloaca a long look, feeling deeply disappointed.
"Pitiful. Not even an inch. But not for long." She said, leaning forward and taking a whiff, before extending her thin tongue to tease the entrance. Perses immediately felt powerful tingles, which could be easily mistaken for pain. 
"You don't have to do this. If you want an apology, then fine, I'm sorry. I should have helped you and looked after you. We need to be together, no matter what. Is that good enough?"
Hera gave him another annoyed look, clearly fed up with all of this conversation. She loosens the grip from one of his legs, just to strongly clutch his ballsack between her talons.
"Enough talk, boy. One more word and I'll do something much worse to you, understand?" The male groaned, obviously not wanting to lose his malehood. He almost already adapted to his new, smaller size that will come to him soon.
"That's what I thought..." she said, pinning him down again. He was so weak mentally, that Hera didn't even need to hold him down. It was the prison that he created, allowing the female to do whatever she wanted.
"Come on, little guy. Come out already. Not going to hurt you. It will be fun, I swear..." she cooed, trying to mesmerize whatever hid in his orifice. She kept licking the brim, suddenly sticking her whole tongue inside, eventually getting to something warm and fleshy inside. Hera smirked, continuing to give pleasure to him.
Soon enough, the tapered member slowly emerged from its hiding place like a snake from its hibernation. While the tip was rather thin, the rest of it was quickly getting wider, right to the broad, thick base. It throbbed powerfully, making Hera gasp quietly, impressed with it.
"I wanted to come with a jest about your cock, but it's impressive. It's awful that it will probably shrink after I'll be done with you. Consider it as a farewell gift." While she considered taking his seed right here and now, the female took different actions, wanting to have other fun with the girthy member first.
Hera wrapped her skillful, agile tongue around the base, moving it upwards and licking every bit of the fleshy appendage. Judging by her moans, she truly enjoyed that moment. The female even removed one of her talons from his legs, to grip his ballsack, but this time more playful and careful, adding to his pleasure. If he wanted, the male could somehow strike back. But the mixed feeling of fear, delight, and fact of being smaller than her, holds him down stronger than her muscular legs.
The female griffin chuckled to herself like a cub playing with its toy. Hera almost forgot why she was doing this in the first place, caught in the moment of pleasuring the male that she deeply hated. But as the good things go, even this one had to end eventually.
Seeing how ready his cock was for more pleasure, she gave it one last lick and a kiss, before lifting herself and pinning him down quite harder.
"Well, that was fun. But don't think that it will end up sucking your dick. No, cub, time for the main course." She said to him, with a piercing gaze in her eyes.
"Listen..."
"What did I say?" She barked back, sinking her talons into his flesh once more, forcing him to groan. "No more talking. You had your chance." 
The female griffin slowly guided herself, getting closer to his twitching, warm member. She immediately groaned when the slick tip teased her already moist entrance. The griffin had to remember to be forceful enough, or the magic was not going to work. In the worst-case scenario, it would be Perses who is going to get her life's essence.
Hera shook her rump, enjoying every bit when the hard griffin dick rubbed against her labia, prolonging the event of penetration, ‌giving him false hope all that time. His mind raced, looking for anything that would help him out, but her grasp and the weight of her body were just too much.
Long, loud groan spread around the woods, when she eventually sat right on his groin, letting his member deep inside her. Perses couldn't help but moan as well, not admitting the fact of how amazing that feeling was. 
"Finally. Can't wait to get all the essence out of you, cub. But don't worry, I will not eat you. My meal is still warm, after all..."  she chuckled evilly, putting her weight upon him, not giving him even a tiny chance to escape.
Both of their orifices suddenly became hotter, showing that the magic ritual had just started by itself. The creatures never questioned how and why it was happening, but it was just as natural as breathing or talking. The chuckling didn't stop, while the female griffin deeply enjoyed herself.
Probably too much.
She let her guard down, changing her position to become more comfortable while fucking her prey, losing grips with her talons so she could spread her legs wider, essentially attacking him with her pussy. Terrible mistake.
While Perses already accepted his defeat and the upcoming fate of losing his size, instincts overpowered his weak mind, giving him necessary strange and courage. Like it was something that guided his actions, Perses suddenly attacked with his talons, sinking them through her chest feathers. Getting into the flesh.
They both screamed, one in shock while the other in justified fury. The male's sharp beak cut through the skin on her neck after getting past the short quills, adding to her mixture of horror and annoyance.
"How dare you, stupid runt! I'll not let you go that easily!" The female yelped, trying to pin him down again. But Perses was quicker, while adrenaline rushed through his veins.
The fight escalated when both griffins used their beaks and sharp talons to attack each other, plucking on their feathers and cutting through flesh. The female had the obvious advantage of being larger and heavier, but she didn't have something that Perses had.
Determination and will to survive.
Not long after, the male griffin used the sudden and strange burst of strength he got, unlocking his hidden potential. The significantly smaller male pinned Hera down, now standing on her back where she couldn't use her front limbs or her powerful wings.
He panted hard, taking deep breaths while the sudden rush of adrenaline slowly diminished over a while. Perses felt pain in the multiple, but shallow, cuts. Although that discomfort was nothing compared to his hunger for revenge.
"What do you think you're doing? Let me go if you want to see the next sunrise! I was thinking about letting you go, but now you're done for. Screw the deer. You're my next snack!" The female griffin wiggled under him, pathetically flailing her legs like a frog trapped in a stork's beak. 
Perses thought about his options, when a familiar scent attacked his nostrils once again, coming out of her still warm, moist cunt. Once timid and honest griffin now smirked mischievously.
"You know what? Since you wanted my dick so badly, why I shouldn't fulfill such a request? Isn't that correct?"
Her eyes widened when she eventually understood what he meant. But because it would be him on top, then...
"N-no. No no no. I've just got my current size back. You can't do this to me, cub. Not you, who's so insignificant. You hear me?"
The male lowered himself, letting his dangling member rub against her inner thighs, clearly threatening her with a such simple piece of flesh. Her wiggling and flailing continued, but for naught.
"Oh, I heard you, woman. But I can't just let you go. And this time you can forget about second chances. You'll not get your size back, I swear it..." it filled his voice with cold, calculated fury.
"L-listen. Let's bargain a bit, alright? Let's just forget about everything that happened. I'll get you deer, I'm not even hungry. We need to look after each other, right? We're the same!"
These last words only made him more infuriated. The mere thought he was just like Hera made him squint his eyes, sinking his talons deeper inside her, but only for a second. The female stopped talking, letting weak moans out of her beak instead.
Not wanting to prolong the inevitable, Perses prepared himself, bending his knees while the tip of his leaking member got dangerously close to her pussy. Even Hera's weak whimpering and now quiet begging couldn't stop him.
Finally, the male thrust his groins, penetrating her orifice with no hesitance, getting half of his sizable member with one movement. Both of them groaned, but one could hear that many emotions were in their voices - perverted enjoyment and sheer horror.
"I don't remember when it was the last time I was breeding someone. But I'm doing only what you wanted, lass. So no hard feelings, alright?" He said it right towards her ear-holes, noticing something that was bound to happen.
Their genitals filled with strange and warm feelings once more, showing the inevitable in this climate. Perses was the victorious male, now granted with her life essence, bit by bit. He witnessed how every part of her body got smaller with each passing moment like she was deflating. But instead of air, she was losing all of her mass, from muscles and bones to feathers and even her beak. 
Perses didn't stop penetrating her, letting his heavy ballsack hit her groins with each thrust, realizing that he needs less and less effort to pin her down. His talons grew in girth and length, just like his limbs, while hers were getting shorter and slightly thinner. 
The observer, if one existed, would see how both of the griffins were essentially exchanging their sizes, inch by inch. For just mere seconds, they were equal before they were different again. But this time, for Perses' advantage.
Hera stared in panic at her forelegs, while getting weaker and more desperate to somehow escape. Since Perses somehow managed, why she can't? But the male griffin was careful to not repeat any of her mistakes, using righteous violence against her.
Perses shoved his entire cock deep inside her right to the wide base, stretching her cunt with also getting smaller and tighter, but he enjoyed that. Now realizing that he was getting close to climax, he was almost disappointed. He was thinking if Hera eventually learned her lesson.
While they completely exchanged their size and she was smaller by a quarter than him, he gave one last thrust, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Moments after, he eventually groaned, shooting his precious, hot fluids directly inside her womb, while the female moaned as well, not admitting that she climaxed as well, squirting her juices around his member and outside right on the leaves.
The male panted, removing his cock out of her, dripping the last drops on the ground, while staring at the female with absolutely no regrets. She got what she deserved and wanted and the same time. But deep down, he wanted more from her. But was it the right thing to do?
Hera groaned, trying to stand up in her juddering limbs. She looked at him with a combination of horror, sadness, and anger. She just couldn't accept her defeat and also had no other option but to run away.
"What have you done to me, cub? But no matter. I was already in a worse situation. Until next time, count your last days!"
Hulking, the female retreated while spreading her currently smaller wings, but those were still more than enough to lift her smaller figure. After that, she flapped her feathered appendages, leaving the clearing.
Seeing that she didn't learn the harsh and full-of-sex lecture, he swiftly did the same. The male realized how now effortless was to lift off from the ground, starting the pursuit of his enemy who still wanted revenge.
Both of them flew above the woods, not interrupted by any other creature. The wind soared under his stronger, firm wings, giving him enough boost to get significantly closer to the escaping griffin. 
Hera looked behind her, letting out strange sounds like she tried to scoff, but because of her deep fear, it came out more like a weak whimper. And just like a hawk gliding towards the bunny, Perses eventually caught his prey mid-flight, grasping her shoulders with his talons.
"Get off me, you freak! You won, alright? I was joking, I'll not even look for you!" But his grasp only got stronger, drilling his sharp hooks into her, forcing the female to gradually descend to another opening in the woods.
The landing was rough, letting not only leaves but quite a lot of dirt fly upwards, spreading it around like filthy snow. Hera face planted herself, getting some of the soil inside her beak, before spitting it out with disgust.
"Are you serious? You almost killed me, you lunatic! I give up, let me go!"
Perses didn't listen to her ramblings and whines, rolling her over onto her back, exposing the still moist orifice to him. He used the same position as the female just several moments ago, but this time the dominant party was more careful with its talons, pinning the submissive creature to the ground mercilessly.
Before her eyes, his cock grew even further in both girth and length, resembling now a thick branch, ready to get inside her now much smaller and tighter pussy. She knew about her disadvantage, fearing for her life. Although she couldn't admit that she wanted such a magnificent cock, her priorities were straight. 
Not batting an eye, Perses lowered his larger posture, guiding the snake-like appendage to her moist cave, sealing her fate of becoming a mere cock sock for his leisure. Smirking, the vastly bigger creature struck, impaling her with his fleshy weapon.
They screamed in unity once more and again with different emotions fueling them. Once a prey, Perses acknowledged his position as a dangerous predator, fucking her mercilessly and with no hesitation.
The griffin pair panted deeply, while the male kept penetrating her insides harder and harder, starting to leak his precious, clear fluids while she subconsciously demanded more of his brute force, even if she had to pay with her size.
Perses towered above her, while the magic ritual took place for the third time this day, siphoning her essence to fuel his already significant power. Soon enough, her limbs lost their current proportions ‌slowly turning her into a griffin cub. 
Absolutely nothing was spared. Legs, talons, the beak, even eyes, and labia dwindled in size, while Perses locked himself in with his gargantuan member, inside her smaller cunt.
Noticing her petite figure, the male griffin chuckled mockingly at the defeated female, sitting down on his rump with her still attached, placing the female on his lap. He wrapped his talons around her waist, ruffling the feathers while raising her up and down his shaft, adding to the pleasure.
"Please. I'm begging you. It's more than enough. I'll never bother you ever again!" She weakly squeaked, sounding more like a teenager instead of the full-grown woman she just was. Perses ignored her pleas, making the female bounce on his body. It would be harmless fun, only if her life wasn't in danger.
Eventually, the male griffin felt something rather uncomfortable. While tight vagina was something that all the straight males wanted because their size difference was getting unbearable. He pulled out his tapered member, letting only part of it inside her, which became pleasurable once again for both of the feathered creatures.
Dripping heavy drops of pre-cum, Perses' motions became more impatient and quick, suddenly releasing a torrent of his seed, just like Hera once wanted. They both moaned loudly, shaking in ecstasy and a powerful orgasm. But the male demanded more, even if his member tried to retreat to its hiding spot.
He looked at the seemingly lifeless body, now the size of a regular cat, a creature not native to this region but fitting perfectly to the description of her current size. Sensing his gaze, the female tried to stand up, wanting to leave.
"N-no more. Just... no... more..." she flopped on the ground, before attempting to raise several times. Suddenly, she was lifted by Perses who brought the tiny body closer.
"What else you want from me? I'm nothing now. Please..." she said weakly, whining pathetically to him. But he didn't even try to respond, already having nefarious plans in his mind. a
The now massive griffin clutched her like a loaf of bread, placing her ass cheeks right next to the tip of his member, which hardened up all of sudden, like on command.
Hera wiggled but with almost no strength left in her puny little body, not able to object anymore with her squeaky, weak voice. With quite an effort, the male eventually entered just the tip of his giant, thick member into her pussy, using her like a toy, moving the limp body up and down the shaft, giving more and more of the meaty pole. He was so fixated on revenge and his pleasure, that he stopped caring anymore about what will happen to her.
The female kept moaning and whining, apparently still somewhat enjoying the rough sex he was giving to her, one which would never get to her previous size. His grip tightened while getting closer to yet another climax, preparing himself for upcoming bursts of his semen.
This time his moan could be heard from many yards away, because of his significant figure and the gigantic pleasure he just experienced. He didn't even hear the female who lost consciousness.
The griffin removed the lifeless body from his shaft, examining the tiny griffin closer. While she was smaller than a duck, was still breathing and alive. But probably not for long.
His smirk, now full of evil intent, said everything about his plans. Perses lifted the griffin above his opened beak, lowering her with each passing moment. But when she almost was touched by his tongue, he closed his mouth and looked at the female.
"We're not the same..." he finally said, before departing from the woods with Hera in his talons.