Manifest Destiny

Here's a piece I enjoyed working on! It all started when my friend, Zooks written a story for Destiny. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have <3

Desty closed his eyes, feeling the magic radiating off his fingertips. A test- to make sure that his powers were functional, before flipping through a rather dusty grimoire to a page he had folded a few months back. Reading the spell once more and making sure he was going to incantate the right words, he kneeled, closing his eyes again before casting it. 

As soon as the words left his mouth Desty’s body began to feel lighter than air, his fur and feathers blown by a non-existent gust of wind as the changes began taking shape. His chest expanded outward, radiating into a pair of ample breasts. His hips widened, and his waist narrowed slightly, before his belly expanded slightly, giving his body a curvy, yet slightly chubby frame. The darker coloured fur atop his head, long enough to be considered hair, grew just a bit more into a fringe to complete the look before the magic seemed to work its way downward. He felt his cheeks flush as his shaft surged to life, hardening as pleasurable, tingling sensations began emanating from within. He let out a low moan as he felt his balls begin to recede into him, his shaft throbbing and pulsing as it began to shrink down in size, smaller and smaller until it was but a nub between his- or rather, her legs, before the entire ensemble migrated further between her legs, resting just next to her tailhole. As the changes completed themselves, a final surge of pleasure indicated that the transformation was complete, and the winds died down. No longer was the dragon-gryphon Desty, but rather, she was Destiny, his female counterpart.

Destiny grinned- now, it was time for some fun. She rose to her feet, feeling the familiar, aroused tingle between her loins as she stood up, before a sudden jolt shook her knees, forcing them together as she clutched her stomach, doubling over. The sensation however, wasn’t a painful one, but a new, alien sensation that she had never experienced before, accompanied by a surge of lust that was usually reserved for when she was near climax.

Destiny was familiar with gender-swapping magic. It wasn't the first time she was using it to change herself from male to female for some fun, but this was the first time she'd inadvertently done so during that time of the month, where it was prime time others of her species to bear young. She knew something was wrong the moment she stood up, the arousal a familiar, yet more intense feeling that she had previously remembered. If being aroused was a candle's flame, this was like a roaring campfire. Every fibre of her body screamed at her for her to please herself- she couldn't hold it much longer as her trembling hands neared her drooling, puffy snatch, quivering in anticipation as her clawtips rubbed just the edges of it. It was enough to elicit a needy moan from her as she fell to her knees, shaking in desire. By the gods, it felt better than anything she had ever mustered. The sensitivity of her folds seemed to have magnified, a single stroke a burst of addictive, irresistible pleasure. She mewled in protest as she brought her hand away from it- just a single touch made her feel like she was nearly going to orgasm.

"Need it… I need it… I need feel... inside me... but... NO. I CAN'T. I... just... oh my god..." she moaned, squirming as she tried to hold her roaming hand back. While she had enjoyed being in this form many times before, she had never orgasmed in this form. On a normal day, Destiny would have simply brought herself close to the edge and then change back into a male before orgasming (a few times), but this time... being in heat... she could barely resist. She'd only need to finger herself, the dildos she'd prepared sitting forlornly in a corner as she trembled on the edge of an orgasm. She needed to calm herself down- focus, just a little bit, to change herself back into a male so that she could ride this out before changing back. Such was the nature of gender changing magic- orgasming in it would cause the change to be permanent. She wasn’t clear on the details, being a mere adept at magic, but from what she understood the rush of pleasure and desire would somehow render the magic innate in one's body inert, effectively trapping them in the opposite gender like that forever.

Destiny was well aware of the risk. There was a creeping sense of dread as her desperate fingers rubbed along her clit again, sending fresh waves of pleasure spiking through her as her feathers and fur stood on end. She couldn't. She shouldn't. She needed to stop herself. P-perhaps... just... one more, and she'd change herself back. Yes, that sounded like a safe plan. Just one stroke, to feel the pleasure and edge herself, and she'd change herself back to male, so she could rub it out. Throwing caution to the wind, she slowly overcame her inhibitions, letting her trembling hand touch the drooling sex. It was pure heaven- her folds sent her another spike of pleasure as her body trembled from the intensity of it, before coming back down from that peak for the briefest of moments before she ventured another rub, and another… She continued playing this dangerous game, walking the fine line as she remained a mere misplaced touch from becoming stuck like this. The erotic thrill from doing something as dangerous as this only served to further excite the dragon-gryphon, the frequency of her singular strokes coming closer and closer together as she danced further and further on that razor’s edge, the pleasure only increasing exponentially as she danced with the risk.

She was reaching a point where she could feel the climax approaching. She wanted to slow down soon, her own, twitching, drooling folds slowly losing the ability to hold in that orgasm. Now was as good of a time as any to reverse the spell- she knew that when she turned back she’d be left a horny mess with a drooling cock, and she’d be able to milk herself quite a few times before needing to stop. Without warning however- perhaps in a haze of lust and desire as she was imaging the pleasure of furiously stroking her cock off, Destiny's hand thrust outward, shoving entire fingers into her waiting snatch. She squealed in pleasure, her body tensing as she felt something in her shift- her arousal reaching its peak before tipping over the top, pleasure gushing forth as she released, climaxing all over the errant hand that had just sealed her fate.

Destiny barely had time to notice as her folds began clenching erratically against her invading fingers, small jets of feminine fluid squirting out of her folds as she came, wetting her fur and the floor below her. She felt her body seize for the briefest of moments- the innate magic in her slowly drying up, preventing any modification spells from working on her ever again. A feeling of dread washed over her as she realised what she'd just done, followed by a fresh wave of arousal- she was still in heat. Panicking, she tried to conjure up the reversal spell, but no magic welled up at her fingertips, nor did her form begin to shift. The room was dead silent, the only sound uttered being her gulp as her still-aroused folds drooled onto the floor below her.

Destiny gulped. She was trapped as a female- forever.

And here's the singular poses if you're interested too!