Just The Same
by
Varien Quill

While the Gladberry Highlands look rather bare with no actual buildings or villages, it doesn't mean that the intelligent creatures living here are completely primitive, with no sense of having any kind of furniture or tools.
While dragons stereotypically like to hoard various shiny gems and stones, griffins prefer to put their talons to actual use. Unsurprisingly, some of them had actual workshops, creating anything they needed to survive in these dangerous lands. Perses was no exception to this rule.
The griffin in question approached the entrance of quite a small but cozy cave, hidden deeply in the woods. It somewhat resembled actual housing, when looking at the roughly built chimney, coming out of the ceiling. It was an invention he was deeply proud of, so his cave was no longer filled with smoke, whenever he worked.
Perses checked the insides, wondering if anyone ransacked the place while he was gone, but usually, the other predators were interested in his ass, rather than his tools and other items. While there wasn't much furniture, he still called it home. 
He eventually opened his talon to look inside, seeing a trembling little creature, a female griffin that once was a proud and feisty Hera. Before their initial fight, she was much bigger than he ever was, now a size of a large insect. He would feel sorry for her if she didn't threaten him with the same fate.
Speaking of bigger size, Perses noticed that his bed - or rather a flattened pile of leaves - seemed to be a bit too small for him. Even the tools seemed to be more like toys, but on the other hand, he had more strength for the rather demanding work.
He had second thoughts about sparing his former rival. Was it worth it? After all, she could still seek revenge, since it wasn't the first time when she lost her usual height and girth. But maybe she could change?
Perses lifted the tiny griffin close to his face, while Hera trembled, even more, vibrating inside his talon. He could feel her fear, but somehow not feel any satisfaction because of it. But also was too angry at her to feel remorse.
"Put me down, you big brute! Don't you dare eat me. Please, just leave me alone!" She squeaked at him, barely raising her head while curling defensively.
He didn't understand any of her words which resembled more like a bird's chirping than actual, intelligent speech. But he eventually put her down on his bedding, while handing leftover scraps of meat he found in the coldest corner of the cave, so it wouldn't spoil too quickly.
Perses watched the tiny griffin devouring meal savagely like she didn't eat for days, occasionally glancing at him with a mixture of fear and hatred in her eyes. But she knew she couldn't fight back, or she would shrink even further if he decided to pierce her once more with a sizeable cock.
The larger griffin thought deeply about what to do with his new guest when suddenly something flew inside his home. A dragon, nonetheless!
Although a member of a dangerous and proud species, this one resembled more like a petty lizard with wings than an actual, scaly beast. It probably came to her after the various scent coming from the food and the griffins themselves, since they were reeking from the recent sex-filled fight.
Perses immediately caught the intruder, wanting to get rid of him, not wanting any more mouths to feed. But looking at the squirming, wiggling, and hissing dragon, he thought about another solution. He glanced at Hera who was too busy swallowing larger chunks of meat, to notice any disturbance.
Once she was done with the meal, Perses placed the dragon next to her, holding him down tightly, while raising its tail, exposing the cloaca.
"You know what you're supposed to do..." he said, while Hera gave a puzzled look, before finally understanding what Perses wanted. She sensed a trap but eventually took the offering to her advantage. But this time, Perses could control her growth.

*****

"Breakfast is ready!"
Perses opened his eyes and woke up to the smell of cooked meat and fresh jam made of local fruits. Ever since Hera lived with him, his home felt much different than before. Probably a female's touch.
The cave had more leaves and plants, not to mention rough and rather primitive shelves and other furniture like chairs. But the biggest difference was with the meals that he ate. No more raw meat, now cooked on fire with herbs, while the fruits were prepared as well. She even invented a flatbread made of grains, since those creatures were oblivious to yeast and fermentation in general.
The male griffin sat closer to the fire, while his roommate gave proper portions of their meal since their sizes and therefore their needs varied.
It was several months when Perses decided to keep her in his home and she grew up a bit since then, resembling more a griffin cub than an actual full-grown female. Initially, they had rather quiet days while Hera was almost sure that she will be eventually raped and eaten, but it didn't happen. He already had his revenge fulfilled, not being sinister towards her.
They ate breakfast in silence, only cracks of fire and clacking of their beaks were heard. Perses was quite impressed that she managed to hunt the meat by herself, despite her size. But the deer was probably small as well, judging by the taste and softness.
While he spread the jam on flatbread using his talon, Hera gave him rather a strange look, with her mouth half-opened. Perses sighed.
"We've talked about this. I don't want you to shrink anymore so we can't have sex with each other. Just forget about it. And no, I'm not going to submit myself so you could siphon my essence back to you."
Hera pouted, clearly feeling offended.
"I wasn't going to! Besides, I can get my size back in no time. Just a little cuddling? With your dick inside me?"
They had this kind of discussion far too many times and on each occasion he refused. And each time Hera just wasn't going to take no as the answer.
"I can see that you're excited to see me. I just need to glance over your thigh..." she chuckled, taking a glance. Perses quickly changed his position, but the female could see his low-hanging, heavy ball sack and a tip of his thick member, peeking out of its hiding place. The male grunted.
"No. That's final." He said firmly, finishing the meal.
The smaller griffin whined, standing up and going outside towards the light. He watched as she unfurled her wings before departing in an unknown direction. Perses sighed once more, before looking towards his workshop, untouched for many weeks. Maybe there was a solution to their problem?

*****

He couldn't believe that he was doing this.
The entrance to Kormash's cave looked ominous as ever, with its gargantuan size. If it was big enough to let a creature inside, Perses feared how massive the actual creature was. If the beast in question was still alive or even real.
The dense air suddenly got to his nostrils with dead scales and feathers scents. Was it Kormash itself? Or the creatures that he fucked and ate?
Perses wasn't even sure if it would work in the first place, but he needed materials for probably the greatest and most difficult creation in his life. And what wouldn't be better than the scale of the largest creature that ever existed?
Griffin wandered deeper inside the cave, not having any source of light, depending only on his night vision and other senses that will luckily warn him of any danger--
"Cluck!"
The griffin gasped, frozen in place. It wasn't a typical dragon noise. But also nobody was sure what Kormash was. He thought deeply about just leaving this dreadful soon-to-be grave when suddenly something came towards him.
"Cluuuck!"
A girthy, round-shaped bird picked something out of the ground with its beak, before looking curiously at the griffin with its massive, ball-shaped eyes, while moving its long, featherly neck.
"Are you... Kormash?"
The bird clucked once more, ignoring the potential threat. But then he started thinking. If that bird was still alive, was the host even here? Then again, everyone would see a mountain-sized creature roaming the highlands.
He moved deeper, eventually seeing the end of a tail, with barely any scales or meat on it. Seconds after he saw it.
Kormash.
Or rather, what was left of him.
The word gigantic would be an extreme understatement, trying to describe the size of the carcass, which was tall as the cave itself, touching the ceiling with its hide. He got so massive, that his home become his tomb.
But Perses quickly shook off the initial shock, remembering why he came here in the first place. He expected a much bigger ordeal to get a few scales of the unsuspecting dragon since it would be like a tiny mosquito trying to get a droplet of blood. 
Now he knew that their ability to grow and shrink wasn't just a blessing, but also a curse. With that thought, he departed from Kormash's cave, taking a tiny part of the creature who once was a legend.

*****

"What are you doing back there? Were you just fooling around this whole time I was gone?"
Perses already spent a few hours on his projects, molding the scales he found to create a collar of sorts, adding a few gemstones he had lying around that could glow during the full moon. He believed those were filled with strong, raw magic but he didn't know anyone who used them properly.
The griffin believed this little item will prevent the wearer from shrinking, although they wouldn't grow as well. But there was only one way to find out if his calculations were correct. After all, the dragon's powers and gemstones magic could mitigate each other and this whole curse would fade.
"Whatcha got her, hm? Some kind of sex toy for me?" Hera came closer, hoping for something that would relieve her lust, even if it was nothing like the original.
Perses eventually turned around, holding the finished collar with pretty, azure gems. Her eyes widened, unsure what it was for.
"Are you proposing to me? Or is it like a slave collar?" She tilted her head.
He wanted to immediately refuse, but then he thought that if this collar will work, it would seal their relationship for a long time. The griffin chuckled.
"You can say that. Put this on. If I'm correct, you're not going to lose your precious size anymore, while fooling around with other males."
Hera squinted her eyes, proving that despite her current, cub-like size, she was still quite aggressive and full of pride. 
"Sounds oddly convenient, especially for you. But if it doesn't work, you'll give back my essence." She said firmly.
Perses nodded, closing the pretty and colorful collar around her neck with an audible click. He expected some kind of glow or any magical aura, but nothing happened.
"I don't feel any difference, to be honest..." she eventually said, touching her new piece of jewelry. "But the deal is a deal. You just can't wait to put your little fat dick in me, hm? To get the advantage of little me? Huh? If I was your size, I would pin you down just like that and take what's mine."
Perses didn't expect such a turn of events. During the past few months, she was rather quiet and even quite timid, especially for her. Now she suddenly went back to her old self. But for some strange reason, he enjoyed this Hera. A real one.
"Bend over."
Just two simple, firm words. If she wanted to fight him, so be it, he thought. But to his surprise, the female griffin smiled, turning back to him while raising her feline rump, waving a lion-like tail. 
It only encouraged the male and far-superior griffin, towering behind the full-grown lass, even if she didn't look like it. Her powerful scent finally hit him like a sledgehammer, when she waved her tail, spreading the strong smell out of her nethers. Months without taking a much larger cock did its toll on her, demanding to be ravaged by a ferocious beast.
Perses saw her engorged labia and a winking, broad clit. He was still forgetting that Hera wasn't a cub, able to take in what he was offering.
He stood right above her, prodding her entrance with the tip of a meaty pole, bopping up and down with his muscle reflexes, leaving heavy droplets of clear liquid on the ground. The female griffin whined, tired of waiting.
"Please. Do it already."
It caught him off guard, not hearing that magic work too often from her beak. But after regaining his posture, he wrapped his talon around her belly, piercing the feeble body onto his throbbing member with one swift movement. A loud, full of satisfaction moan escaped both of their maws, while Perses filled her tunnel, already poking the entrance to her womb.
Still holding her with his clutches, barely moving his hips, using a smaller griffin as some sort of toy just like months ago. He could easily control the speed and strength of the thrust, not caring at all about her comfort. It was now only about him, spreading the inner walls of her cunt, while the rest of his cock massaged her through. Her plump thighs were occasionally hitting his large jewels, only adding to his raw sensations and pure enjoyment. 
Her moans filled their home with gradually increasing volume, indicating how amazing this experience was for the female.
"I don't fucking care anymore if it will suck my essence. Just take me, you beast!"
Perses completely forgot what they were doing, focused only on the sex itself. But apparently, the griffin didn't get any smaller. Did the collar work?
His focus changed once again, after feeling her twitching pearl-like nub, rubbing against the base of his girthy cock. That was one of the reasons why he preferred griffin's pussies over dragon's cloacas. 
Her tunnel while didn't tighten too much around his member, was still taking him to the edge, almost climaxing right then and there, but he wasn't looking for just a moment of pleasure.
Perses raised her, completely removing her from his fleshy spear, letting the smaller griffin flail and whine like a cub who just lost its favorite toy. He only chuckled, before piercing her once more, right to the base. She lost her breath, before letting out a weak moan, almost losing consciousness.
"It's not over, you hear me. You'll be my little sex slave, wearing this collar all the time so you'll stay in that size forever. That's the only way you can have my dick, understand?"
He couldn't believe his own words or where they came from. Just weeks ago, he was just a timid griffin minding his business. But the recent events changed him. Molded him to someone stronger. Better.
Hera could barely speak, deeply penetrated by the giant male, feeling the massive bulge on her stomach in the shape of his member. She was impressed by his sudden change of character, fearing his authority at the same time. 
"I can't believe how sinister you become. You think you're already in charge?"
The male snarled, repeating his previous move, pulling out his cock to shove it back just a moment after, this time even harder. Hera didn't even let a squeak this time. Perses pulled on her neck, whispering to her earholes.
"Did you think I would ever forget what you did to me? While I forgave, it's still forever in my mind. But in exchange for your freedom, you'll get my cock every single day. Pretty good deal if you ask me."
And as if he was giving her a sample of her new life, Perses sat down on the bedding with her still impaled. He wrapped both of his talons around her waist, sliding the petite body up and down his shaft, not caring about her comfort.
Her moans were like the most soothing melody to him, but it wasn't satisfying him enough. Soon after, warm, clear liquid squirted out of her pussy and around his cock, soaking the leaves below them. This was much better proof of her pleasure than just simple sounds coming out of her beak.
Perses slowly removed her from his body, not telling them that it was just a ruse. He let her take a breath, seeing how she tried to take a nap right beside him. He only smirked.
"That was just a taste of how your life will look like. But don't you think you're off the hook just like that, slut. You'll take this new life and you'll like it. Understood?"
He uttered these words while climbing on top of her, pressing down to the bedding, before guiding his still throbbing and hard shaft towards her already stretched-out entrance. She tried to shake him off, but for naught.
"You're such a brute, Perses. And I'm already loving it. Fine, use me like a cock sleeve. Fuck me hard every single day till I let out my last breath. I'm all yours..."
He didn't need her permission, but at least he knew that Hera wouldn't try to escape or betray him, being completely broken and also grateful at the same time. While she couldn't grow, at least she wouldn't return to the size of an insect.
Perses shoved his shaft inside with more ease this time, having her already lubricated and used to such immense size and girth. He even added some care and a bit of love to his movements, while she just lied there and took it like a professional, probably having even more experience than Perses himself.
The griffin eventually shot his load out of his painfully hard cock, filling her with sticky, hot fluids, right inside her womb. Finally satisfied, he covered her body with himself like a massive and heavy pillow, adding to the warmth, comfort, and some sort of love, while not pulling his shaft out of her. He didn't notice how quickly she fell asleep.
Maybe, after all, they were just the same?