Cultural Exchange - 2 (Finale)

Gilda snuggles closer to the large pillow held between her claws, letting out a small coo as the morning sun pierces her curtains. She sighs and rolls on her back, claws lazily spread across the soft surface of her bed. She smiles to herself, but something isn’t quite right.

“Argh! What the fuck!” you scream from the other room, jolting Gilda from her lie in induced haze. With a scowl she sits up and prepares to berate you but the memoires of last night come rushing back.  “Gilda!” you shout. Gilda mulls over her options, stay in the comfortable embrace of her bed, or go and see her distressed friend’s new body.

It’s a no brainer, and with a cheeky grin on her face she runs over to your room to see you staring at the full body mirror to the left of your bed. She stops at the threshold of the door and watches as you experiment with yourself.

You can’t believe it.

Hardly noticing her presence you reach a claw out to the reflection looking back at you, it imitating your movement. The green tipped feathers that jut out from your head bristle slightly as your black claw meets the mirror and runs down its surface; you can feel the early morning cold seeping through it, the grey fur on your arms stands on end.

Your human eyes have been replaced with predatory green slits that go with the colouration on your white feathers. An agitated lion’s tail whips against the floor, swinging from side to side. Your grey wings twitch and spread slightly, but the feeling is unnatural, and you find it difficult to control them. Your chest is large, with layers of thick muscle hidden from plain sight.

“Why?” you whisper to yourself, head hanging low. You can’t bare to look at yourself anymore. A claw rests itself on your shoulder, Gilda looking very guilty.

“Maybe… it’s because of me,” she says, making temporary eye contact before looking away. An awkward atmosphere settles into the room as you run over yesterdays’ events in your mind. It makes sense, the only thing that sticks out is the…

“Claw wound,” you mutter, rubbing your left arm where it used to be. There’s no indication that it was ever there, even when you search underneath the fur. Gilda sits in silence while you consider what to do next.

“Do you want to go back to the hospital?”

“Why? What can they do to fix… this?” you ask motioning to your new body. Feeling sorry for yourself you turn away from the mirror and curl into a ball.

“Seriously dweeb? Don’t be like this.”

“How would you feel if I scratched you and you turned into a human?”

“Well, uh, I’d be pretty pissed.” Getting your point Gilda backs away, “I think I’ll go make us some breakfast,” she mumbles leaving you alone. With her gone you have some more time to think. Is this really such a bad thing? You were planning on staying here after all. You don’t stick out anymore, you’ll fit in just like everybody else. But you’ll miss your old body; and all of its little imperfections and quirks. You can’t just throw away what you’re used to.

The smell of bacon fills your nostrils, perking you up. With a weary smile you turn away from the mirror and head downstairs into the kitchen, where Gilda is cooking for once. You weakly trudge over to one of the chairs and sit down, placing your head on the table. Gilda ignores you. Walking on all fours seems to come naturally.

“You need to look on the bright side, being a griffon is pretty awesome,” she says laying out another two strips of bacon; “You get to fly, you get claws, and you can hunt down animals and stuff.”

“Forgive me for not being so enthusiastic Gilda. I was enjoying my old body thank you very much.”

“Don’t take it out on me, I didn’t know that it’d… do that.”

“So? You shouldn’t have jumped out at me like that, one of could have- no, one of us did get hurt. And now I’m stuck like this.”

“You don’t know that. I bet some egghead unicorn could find a way to change you back.”

You aren’t convinced. You lapse into an uncomfortable silence as Gilda lays out the table and prepares the food for serving. “C’mon, I even made you some extra to cheer you up,” she begs sliding a plate in front of you. Indeed she has, your portion is double the size that it normally is.

“Extra bacon? That’s the best way to cheer me up?”

Gilda’s feathers ruffle slightly at the thinly veiled accusation. She ignores it and sits down with her own plate beginning to eat. Your stomach rumbles and you begrudgingly begin to scoff down the large portion she has granted you. It’s hard to chew, in fact you can’t really chew it at all. You simply have to swallow the stuff whole, getting a passing taste of the meat on your tongue. This is going to take a lot of getting used to.

After you’ve shovelled everything down your gullet you lie back on the chair and wait, unsure of what to do with yourself. What can you do now? Report it to the council? Just deal with it and start living here? You wouldn’t mind staying, after all it has everything you want out of a home, easy access to meat and beer, some good company, and nice houses. Gilda catches your attention by speaking again.

“Alright, I’m sorry dude. I was really tried and… I didn’t want to deal with it right there and then.”

“It was serious! What if I was dying or something?”

“But you weren’t, so I went back to bed.”

You growl and slam a fist onto the table, “What the hell is your problem? Is this how you treat all of your friends?”

It seems to hit close to home as she leans back and scowls, “I don’t have any friends.”

“Except from me, so I’ll say it again, is this how you treat all of your friends?”

“You’re not my friend.” You polish of the plate and pull away from the table, “Where are you going?” Gilda asks as you walk to the front door.

“I need some air.”

Gilda doesn’t protest as you walk out into the open streets of the town. With a sigh she resigns herself to the task of washing up.

For once in your life the other griffons on the street pay you no mind, your new body allowing you to blend into the crowd with ease. You’re fairly tall and muscular meaning that you still earn a few second glances. The transformation must have tried to preserve your mass, and since you were a human, you’re now a big griffon.

Speaking of, how the hell did Gilda turn you into a griffon?

For one thing, it isn’t a coincidence that it happened right after she clawed you yesterday. When you went to the park and she said that your eyes were messed up, that must have been the transformation starting. You look down to your black claws, of course, the dry skin was either peeling away or turning into… whatever claws are made from.

You clench it and sigh to yourself. It could be worse you suppose, you always wondered what it’s like to fly and now you have a prime opportunity to do just that. You shuffle your way back to your favourite spot in the park and sit down on the bench. A perfect place to do some self-reflection for sure.

Your moping is interrupted by a familiar white pony who sits down next to you. Oh shit, it’s time for the monthly inspection and you left the house! The bench creaks and moans under her weight, but she pays no mind as she look down to you and squints her eyes. “Have I met you before, stranger?” Princess Celestia asks.

You snort and sit up straight. “You don’t recognize me huh?”

Her eyes widen as she hears you voice. “Ah, I see,” she gets very contemplative and looks out over the lake. “An odd affliction you have there.”

“Gilda’s fault.”

She tuts, “No, no. How could she have done this?”

“She scratched me with those claws of hers, and I turned into a griffon. It seems pretty open and shut to me.”

She purses her lips and makes eye contact again, “I must be truthful. I have never seen anything like this. The many applications of magic beyond being channeled through out horns still remain a mystery. There was no telling how your body would react, being an inter-dimensional being and all.”

“But I guess you have some idea…”

“That I do. You come from a place with no magic, so you are a blank slate. Something that can be imprinted on in many ways. You like it here, that much I can tell, that desire was transferred into a tangible effort by this world to suit your body to live here.”

“And Gilda’s scratch?”

“A catalyst for the change. Griffons aren’t infectious, that I know.”

You still aren’t convinced. “So what? The magic… thing tried to cover itself up?”

“I never considered that possibility. Potentially yes, although I do doubt that magic has some kind of sentience. It is not a living being, rather it is a fundamental force that effects everything on this world.

“I know you wouldn’t like to try it, but I suppose that if you were ever harmed or, ahem, shared bodily fluids with another, you would transform into that species.”

“No thanks, it hurt enough the first time.”

“I don’t think there will be a second, as I said you were a blank slate, but now you have been coloured by this place. To paint on the canvas again would be to ruin a magnificent piece of art.”

“Are you flirting with me, Princess?” you ask slyly, a smirk on your beak. Her cheeks blossom a red colour as she looks away with a huff.

“No, I would never intrude in such a way. And besides, I think there’s a certain somegriffon who has your attention already.”

“What are you implying?”

Suddenly looking much smugger Celestia titters at you, “You like Gilda, don’t you human?”

Now It’s your turn to blush, “W-what? No!”

“Oh please, save me your excuses. For many others she’s aggravating and childish, but you seemingly enjoy your time with her.”

Your tail swipes from side to side behind you as you become increasingly flustered. “What? She’s nice; when you get to know her. She’s got a good sense of humour too, and she really likes bacon,” you practically gush

Celestia just stares at you with a small smile on her face. You stop as you start to sound like a little girl talking about her favourite actor.

“No, is it?”

“I might like her a little bit.”

“I highly doubt this incident will get in the way of your relationship, do not hold a grudge against her for something she did on accident.”

Celestia stands up and walks to the water’s edge, a hoof lazily skimming the top of the lake. “So have you come to a decision? This is the last stop of your world tour.”

“I want to stay here, it’s got everything I want,” you state confidently.

“Do not make this decision on the life that you knew, never be afraid to go on an adventure. Are you completely sure?”

“I don’t like adventure, I just want to live somewhere with good food, good company and a nice view. I’m sure you understand.”

“Indeed. Very well then, I shall inform the King of your decision and have him start on the paperwork to make you a citizen. As far as my involvement is concerned, it is unlikely that we will see each other again.”

“Thank you for helping me Princess.”

She nods and spreads her wings before taking off into the morning skies. “Farewell friend,” she calls as she fades into the distance. Spirits lifted, you get off of the bench and start walking back to the house, a new confidence in your step. The others seem to notice and you receive a few catcalls from some lionesses chatting in a café.

You burst into the house, “Gilda! I’m back.” She comes out from the kitchen, drying off her claws with a hand towel.

“That was quick. Are you cool now?”

“I’m better than cool. I feel great!” Gilda throws the towel into the kitchen and sits down on one of the couches, tapping the space beside her that you eagerly take.

“So what brought this on dweeb?”

“Well, Celestia actually. She was looking for me and sat down in my spot at the park. I forget that her visit was for today. So we talked about some stuff, and I’ve decided to stay here permanently.”

“Cool, did she say anything about the… transformation?” Gilda asks anxiously.

“Not really, but she did say that I shouldn’t blame you for anything. Some magic bullshit is at fault.”

“That’s a relief.”

“I still don’t forgive you for leaving me in the night though, you should know better.”

“Seriously dude?”

“Seriously, you’re going to have to make breakfast for like, a week to make up for that!”

“Aw,” the griffoness whines. She seems glad that things are back to normal at least. The two of you just sit there for a while, Gilda working up the courage to ask for something. “Can I look at you? If you know what I mean?”

You waggle your eyebrows lecherously and stand in the centre of the room as Gilda blushes at the implication although you fail to notice. She follows you and sizes you up. “Damn dude, you’re stacked.” She pokes one of your arms and squeezes it, feeling the muscle underneath.

“Really? I can’t tell.”

“Yep, you could pick up a lot of chicks with a bod like this,” she laughs, nudging you with an elbow.

Gilda circles around you a few times, occasionally prodding you. “So, this is the real deal huh?”

“I thought that was implied when I woke up as a griffon,” you grumble. “But I don’t know, do I look real to you Gilda?” She rolls her eyes at you and sits back down. “By the way, you should teach me how to use these things,” you say fanning out your wings.

“I’ll think about it. I’m not an amazing teacher.”

“So where would I go if you don’t?”

“You’d have to go see the flying instructor. He works at the school to teach the kids how to fly. Who knows, maybe he’ll enrol you in his lessons.”

You’d rather not.

The couch creaks under your own weight and causes Gilda to slide into the middle. The feeling is strange but not unusual, a lot of the furniture here couldn’t hold your weight when you were a human. It makes you wonder, does Celestia have special chairs made just for her? Does she bring a chair with her when visiting other nations?

Gilda punches your arm from her position next to you. “C’mon dweeb, you just totally ruined my couch!”

“Well maybe you should have bought something that can support my stature,” you say flexing an arm. Welcome to the gun show indeed. Once again you don’t notice the slight blush peppering Gilda’s cheeks, (because they’re hidden under all those fluffy white feathers, duh.)

Just then your bladder makes itself known. “I need the bathroom,” you conclude, releasing the couch from your girth and walking upstairs. On your way you try to figure out how your new plumbing works, from what you know about griffons you must have some kind of sheathe to keep it in.

You approach the toilet and manoeuvre yourself so that your underside is directed over it. Unlike normal toilets, these ones are built into the floor so you can just squat at them. After making sure that everything is lined up you let loose. Your new sheathe doesn’t get in the way, much to your relief, and everything goes off without a hitch.

Shaking twice you step away and admire your handiwork. You wash your hands in the now appropriately sized sink and head back out into the hallway. Gilda’s voice comes up from downstairs, she must be talking to herself. A habit of hers that has led to a very grumpy, sleep deprived human in the past.

It’s a bad idea, but you decide to eavesdrop on her a bit and see what she really thinks about this entire debacle. You slither over to the top of the stairs and lay down on the floor to hear her better. It’s quiet, but she’s definitely mumbling something to herself. Your eyes open in shock as she gradually gets louder.

“Don’t do it Gilda… so what if he’s totally hot now… he’s still the same old…”

Oh boy.

Gathering your faculties you make an exaggerated effort of walking down the hallway to diminish any suspicions she might have. The sound of you stomping on the wooden floor gets her attention and she shushes herself.

“It’s so nice being able to use that thing properly,” you say to break the ice. Unfortunately that only makes things worse as an embarrassed atmosphere settles upon the room like a suffocating blanket. You silently move to the couch and sit down again. “You okay Gilda?”

“Uhm. Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you only talk to yourself when something is up?”

This seems to put her on edge, “H-how did you hear that?”

“You aren’t exactly quiet. What’s bothering you?”

As you indicate your ignorance to the problem she seems to wind down slightly. “Just thinking about this,” she says gesturing at your body. “Are you sure it’s cool?”

“I’ll be fine. I’m going to live here anyway. May as well go native right?”

Gilda’s tail wags slightly at your admission, a soft smile gracing her face. “Cool.”

You stare at her.

She glances around the room nervously.

But you keep staring.

She cracks.

“You heard everything, didn’t you?” With a shit eating grin you nod, slowly.

“Buck. Really?” she sighs. “I guess I’m not getting out of this one.”

“No, not really. What was it again, ‘totally hot’?”

Gilda’s feathers ruffle as you recall her own words. You laugh well naturedly, but this only makes her more flustered. “W-well, it’s not my fault! You’re just good looking okay!”

“It’s not just that Gilda, is it? You’re not the type to get flustered over a good looking guy, I’d know, I’ve been here for a few months now.”

“That’s- spot on actually.”

“What is?”

“You’ve been here for a while. You’re the first guy to pay me any mind really. All of the others just want a cheap fuck. And at first I thought it was just because you had to, but when you said you were staying… and the griffon thing… I just… really thought that I’d actually have a chance.”

“Well, you still do.”

Her eyes sparkle with freshly ignited hope, “Really?! I thought you were mad at me!”

“I already forgave you. You’re too good of a friend to leave for one mistake.”

She wraps you in a tight hug, her beak nestled against your plumage. It feels strangely imitate for such a simple action, and the feeling of her hard beak rubbing against your sensitive chest sends shivers up and down your spine. You find yourself returning the favor and rubbing the tip of your own beak against her neck.

It feels like an instinct has taken over, the involuntary action forcing you to stroke through her feathers. She coos at the contact before backing away to arm’s length.

“What was that?” you ask.

“Griffons can’t exactly make out dude, so we do… that instead,” she sighs with a dopey smile on her face. Evidently she enjoyed the contact, and soon enough the two of you are diving back for more. The warmth of fur body against yours is something else, far away from simply kissing one another. It feels much more intimate than that.

“So, what should I expect from a griffon relationship?”

“Cuddling, public affection, lots and lots of aggressive sex,” Gilda answers sharply.

“Doesn’t sound like you.”

“You have to make it known dude, otherwise any old bird could walk up to you and try to claim you. We’re pretty competitive, even when it comes to dating. We don’t have any of that wimpy wedding stuff either, you can just get together with somegriffon whenever you want.”

“There’s a lot I don’t know then.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you,” she giggles.

You spend about half an hour on the couch with her until you decide to inquire further. “So, does that make us a couple, or what?”

“Mates, actually. The old griffons are all about efficiency, and keeping things simple.”

Gilda just so happens to run across an extra sensitive spot, you shiver as Gilda begins to attack it mercilessly. “Ah Gilda! Don’t!”

She doesn’t heed your warning, and an odd pressure begins to build below as a slick red member begins to emerge from your furry pouch. It has a head similar to your human member, but it is much sharper and ends in a point. At the base is a thick bulge, which considerably increases the maximum girth of it. By your estimation the thing has to be at least twelve inches long and three inches wide, no longer limited by your two legged stature.

Gilda sees your mortification and looks down, letting out a very bird like squawk at the sight. “That’s a freaking monster dude! Why in Tartarus is it so big?!”

“Are you really complaining? How do you think I feel?”

“Very proud with yourself for one thing. How am I even going to…” she whispers. Under her scrutiny you soon reach full hardness, a droplet of musky pre-cum running down its length. She reaches for it and wraps a talon around it. You gasp and thrust slightly into her grip.

“Is this happening? You’re going to tear me in half with this.”

You shake your head, unable to form words at the intense sensation of having her rough claw wrapped around the surface of your cock. With a sweet smile she gently begins to pump up and down, using your pre-cum as lube. “You’re rock hard right now, I bet you like having a pretty lioness like me inspect your cock huh?”

She pushes you down onto your back, giving her easy access to your cock and balls. Her other claw attacks the furry orbs, rolling them between the sharp tips of her claws. “I can feel these things pulsing, such a perv.”

She leans down and slips one of them into her beak, her thin tongue setting to work by lashing it with strokes. She seems to have some kind of distaste for it, probably due to the fur covering them, and she instead leans down to taste your cock. Her tongue licks up the thin stream of pre that has been steadily flowing since she started.

She swallows audibly and sucks on one of her fingers, “Not bad for somegriffon who only eats bacon.”

She redoubles her efforts, using both claws to pump your twitching member. “Gonna’ cum for me dude? Be careful, if you get it in my feathers I’ll smell like you for a week,” she taunts. You groan and buck again as the pressure in your balls builds.

Just as soon as you feel like coming she stops, casually inspecting her claws as if nothing is amiss. “Gilda, please!” you plead with her.

Her eyes half lidded, Gilda wraps her arms under your body and leans in to your crotch, her beak teasing your cock-hole. She moves up and slides it back into her mouth, the airy cavity doesn’t have much of a grip, but the idea is more than enough to get you going again.

She gives you a smouldering look with her golden eyes as you take charge and begin fucking her beak with wild abandon. You grab the top of her head and push her all the way down, the tip of your dick lodging itself into the back of her throat. Gilda doesn’t push away as you pound her mouth in a wild fervour. Her eyes begin to water as you approach your climax.

With one final push Gilda deep throats you. Your orbs tense up against your body as you cock twitches, wild streaks of hot cum pulsing down your length. You lean back and gasp as an intense shock runs through you, this is the most intense orgasm of your life. Gilda is wide eyed as you unload a huge volume of cum into her beak, some of it being forced out around the edges in the process.

Panicked and surprised she pulls away, coughing and sputtering as the last few errant strings decorate her face. You let out a breathless chuckle as the wipes the semen out of her eyes. “I was only kidding! I didn’t actually want you to!”

“Well I can’t exactly control how much I cum Gilda.”

She looks down and notices that you’re still rock hard. “Are you messing with me? How are you still hard after that?”

You shrug. She groans again. “Why? Scared?”

“Not scared.”

“Sounds like you’re being chicken to me.”

“I am not a-“

“Buck buck buck BUCKAW!” you screech infuriatingly.

“Hey!” she objects as you continue to imitate a chicken, your cock swinging in the air tauntingly. “Alright tough guy, I’ll show you who the boss is.”

Swinging around she reveals her own soaked pussy, it’s flushed pink lips glistening with moisture. You roll back over and line yourself up behind her. “You better go slow dweeb, or I’ll geld you.” Your stomach meets her back as you grab your cock and place it against her entrance. You slowly push, the large head splitting open her lips and granting you access to the tight tunnel.

Gilda whimpers as the intimidating beast splits her open. You wrap your arms around her and nuzzle the back of her neck, which relaxes her slightly as you ever so slowly inch forwards. “I-I don’t think it’ll fit.”

“I’m not even halfway in yet Gilda, I’m sure you can handle… six inches?” you hazard a guess.

“Forgive me for v-voicing my concern,” she gasps.

As you get closer and closer to getting the entire thing in, it rapidly increases in girth to form some kind of knot. That is not going to fit, at first anyway, so you stop as the majority is inside her already. It’s time to return the favor and give Gilda something to remember.

You pull out, her walls gripping on tight to try and keep you inside, but your new found strength wins out and you pull back to the tip, Gilda letting out another breathless sound of ecstasy. Your cock is still slightly numb from your previous orgasm, but as you find a good rhythm it starts to feel good again.

Gilda lets her claws relax as you hold up the back of her body and continue to thrust into her, your new muscular body making it easy to manhandle her. She finds it hard to form words, only letting out the occasional sigh of pleasure. She’s getting into it now. Every time you push back inside you edge ever closer to slipping the fat knot into her now loose pussy.

“H-hey!” she objects, “Watch that thing!”

“C’mon Gilda, you aren’t a little curious about what it feels like?”

“It feels like you ruining my bladder control,” she quips with a hiss.

You come to a stop and adjust yourself to get better leverage. Gilda squawks as you wrap your arms around her midsection and pull her into a sitting position in your lap, poised directly over the thick base of your member. She’s too overwhelmed by the pleasure to fight you as you slowly push yourself deeper.

Her outer lips wrap around the bulge as it struggles to take the sheer girth. “No! Dude seriously!”

You ignore her and press on, worming your red cock deeper into her. There’s no reason or logic behind your actions, just the insatiable desire to breed her, claim her, make sure nobody else can ever pleasure her like you can. The instinct that had taken control of you before is now in full drive, and intends to make the most of its time.

With a howl from Gilda the knot slips inside, finally allowing your balls to slap against her cute little clit. Her pussy is stretched to its absolute limit. You take a moment to allow her to recover, but soon enough your bird brain regains control and makes you pull out. Gilda is left babbling incoherently as you push back in again all the way to the base, the wet sounds of her pussy juices is music to your ears.

You lift her up via her armpits and hold her above your cum covered cock. You wrap them around her barrel and begin to pound away ferociously. Now unbidden by the previously limited cavity, your knot slips in and out freely as if it were nothing. Gilda mumbles your name repeatedly as you rush to fill your mate with your virile seed.

You nuzzle the crook of her neck and smile to yourself. How could you have possibly been angry her for giving you this? Gilda’s eyes have glazed over in pleasure, your mate, your one and only, the mother of your children. You could do this forever, just you and her wrapped in endless tides of bliss.

The smells, the sounds, they all drive you to go faster. You inhale the scent of sweat coming from her furry body, imprinting it into your mind. You are left breathless as you feel the climax coming, pushing you to go even further. With a cry you thrust, harder than ever before and lodge your knot into her.

You black out momentarily as you climax. Your balls working overtime to produce the live giving seed, they twitch and tighten as another wave of thick ropes paints the inside of Gilda’s womb. But it doesn’t just stop there, despite your previous orgasm you manage to produce even more than before. Gilda’s stomach bulges slightly as you fill her to capacity, the few streams that couldn’t fit leaking around your joining.

Gilda ejaculates hard. She spasms as a wave of contractions run through her lower body. Her own juices are lost under yours, in fact you barely even notice that she came at all. She screams so loud that the windows begin to rattle in their frame. Her voice is reduce to a hoarse croak as she lies back against your chest.

You nuzzle the back of her head and work your claws through her fur as she comes down from the high of orgasm. Her chest heaves as she tries to inhale some much needed air. After a while she also shows her own signs of affection, nuzzling you back and holding your claws in her own.

“Maybe I won’t geld you after all,” she whispers.

“Love you too, Gilda,” you whisper back.