Author's Note

The story, to the best of my ability, will be written from the Human's perspective from here on with changes that aid the story's collision course with Geno and Celestia. If you see anything amiss that I failed to catch, let me know so it can be corrected for convenience and continuity sake.. Let's incarnate into the story.

Absorb, Assimilate, Adapt

The griffon female had successfully convinced me to stay in the village for a meal. I quickly needed to find a way to escape without alerting them with sudden, suspicious movement. The one spider may help but not for long. I need more to grow stronger. A rainbow stag beetle was the answer. It's shell uses a mosaic effect to blend in with the surrounding environment. Finding on here though would be redundant as they live in desert areas where the conditions for light are extreme. Another choice would be a jumping insect like a Jumping Jack Ant or a Locust. Those would aid me in scaling this valley's walls rapidly without alarm and possibly grant me the ability of flight to reach the higher altitudes. I will say that she has some nice and humble accommodations as her floors are hardwood with nicely complimentary walls and drapes that give the room the feeling of warmth and relaxation. All brought together by the simple interior decor thanks to its owner. "So what do you eat?" She asked, purposefully bent over and the hips to accentuate her tiger rear.

"I can eat just about anything short of raw and poisonous materials." That was the truth as humans used to eat raw plant matter in its earlier days and some poisonous foods when times were rough. That was soon lost almost entirely and slowly regained through time when the demand came forth. Humans had a uniquely adaptable biology that aided them in living most anywhere but with some limited restrictions so as to not make us overpowered. A fascinating species trait that we got rid of out of necessity to cure cancer until nature had its way with us again. Now I exist, an orgamech, minus the organites. But enough of my jabbering.

"Oh~. Such as~?" And now I have to diffuse this.

"Keep you panties on woman, I'm not in the mood. Not now anyway." She played the sad eyes only for me to give a piercing look and she flinched before her wings came to a stiff.... erectio- REALLY?!

"Excuse me!" She pardoned herself from the house. Great. She's flirty and I just made her horny. Deary god in whatever heaven exists please don't do this to anyone. It's just wrong. Anyway, with some time to look around I saw a few bugs that could come in handy but were otherwise bland, though no less interesting. One was an average cricket with no difference in structure but the legs would come in handy. Another was a common spider so I'll leave it be, though best to get it out of her house. Lastly was an ant but this one was definitely different. It's a Soldier bred Army Ant. One of the strongest ants in the world, its mandibles act like mechanical vice grips, locking in place with only the ant to release them. Letting the ant bite my finger, as painful as it was, and grabbing the cricket, both bugs were absorbed as the tissue was processing. The ant's strength and the cricket's jump combined with the spider's reflex and speed would aid me in leaving without causing a fight. She came back just as I had gotten the spider out. "Sorry about that. I had to take care of something." Those ruffled feathers and your legs are telling me everything lady. You had fun. "So, anything to eat?"

"Got any bacon?" She blushed under her feathery plume as she got the bacon out along with some eggs, which caused me some alarm, which she noticed.

"Don't worry, griffons lay infertile eggs every week unless we've mated." I breathed easy.

"How many do you lay?" I asked curiously, wondering if they lay as many as farm foul or wild avians.

"We can lay up to five or six infertile eggs - which grants us our income since we have so much excess - and up to two fertile eggs, sometimes three if the mother herself is extra fertile." I glad to see she worked the hormones out of her system as she was talking about this almost like a teacher or parent. "I bet the ponies think we're cannibals since we eat eggs and we tried to tell them they weren't fertilized but they wouldn't listen. Luna understands but Celestia is either clueless, uncaring or ill informed." She held the eggs close to her, almost depressed. "Is it wrong to be what we are?" My mind was struck with that question. I though I was wrong. Built, born or raised wrong and this griffon, who looks stunning, and that's coming from me, is asking that question.

I went up to her and took the food and pans. She gave me a questioning look before I said something that bewildered her. "I'll cook, you sit at the table."

"WHAT?!" She took the things back. "No don't trouble yourself. I'm sure you have a big hunt to attend or something."

I took the stock back. "I insist that I cook."

She took them back. "Guys shouldn't have to trouble themselves." She looked mildly nervous.

I took the things back with a glare. "You need to calm down and I know the correct food to make for just that." She gave up and sat at the table as I got to work. Eggs were no issue as was meat but I was clueless on how to properly fry veggies so I put them in the pan first, starting with fine diced onions, diced mushrooms and some tomato. In a separate pan I cook up some ground beef and mixed in some chili spice, tomato juice and beans. The whole while, my host looked worried about something. Either I've broken the law, done something she doesn't like or she's depressed. One bit of this might bring a smile back to her face. One the tomato juice had lost most of its water, I added the veggies and got on the eggs. These were fairly big, bigger than farm foul, so I only used two and scrambled them in a bowl with some saved milk, pepper, salt and a little hot sauce. Once mixed well, in the hot pan they went and was cooked in a few minutes. I then lay them on a flat sheet and clean the pan before taking the meat and pouring it over the eggs and clean the pan. In the over the mix went and they were done. I didn't have any flat bread or cheese but it will do. After putting it into a bowl and serving it, she looked shocked before the smell hit her nostrils.

"Oh, that smells good." She took a bit and she smiled with a child's glee as she almost wolfed down her food and presented the bowl with a wagging tail. "More, please." I gave her another serving and she ate it with more restraint, even giggling as she ate. After getting my serving, I start to eat. I know I said I would leave ASAP, but I shouldn't be an ungrateful guest. Soon there was a knock on the door and she flinched.

"Robin Wind, open up!" She shook as the door was soon forced open. A classic griffon, Eagle and Lion, walked in with steel plated armor and he looked stern. "We got reports you forced a male to cook."

"No. I tried to cook. Really I-"

"Silence!" She flinced and her reaction struck a chord in me as I stood, the air around me turning cold from malice. "Are you the male she enslaved? You don't look griffon, not a pony either and definitely not a Minotaur." He sized me up and he was a whole head taller but he back away with fear.

"You're right. I'm none of those." I walked toward him as he backed away from me, as did his guard. "I wasn't forced to cook, I volunteered. Any human worth their salt for survival provides for themselves and family, regardless of gender."

"Human?" He noticed he was at the edge and was now visibly afraid.

"And if you ever dis her because I cooked ever again, then you will be in my kitchen. Get me?" He nodded rapidly before flying off ahead of me telling him. I turned back and 'Robin Wind' was fluffed again. "Do you need to take care of your business?" She nodded before I stepped out of the door way and a hand caressed my front with her eyes filled with a range of feelings, the most prominent is a plea for relief as her body twitched in want. Saying yes would almost certainly guarantee a child and saying no would be rude though safe. So I made and picked door number three. "Either practice safety or you get nothing." She was quickly inside her house, putting on ointment and taking a pill. A bad move, since birth control takes twenty-four hours, but the ointment might help the safety. Within a few moments, I could smell that her body had almost completely ceased ovulation and she headed to the bathroom before coming back out, with an anxious look.

"I'm ready, warrior." Warrior...? "Please human, grant me the honor of being laid by one of Equestria's greatest fighters, show me that you humans still have your spirit." Okay, there is either a cult or humans discovered dimensional travel while I lay dormant. "I've heard stories of a humans fighting spirit and combat prowess. Tales of their endurance against most activities and their," she held her hands to her womanhood with embarrassment, "high fertility." I was now interest in what humanity did while I was indisposed. "Please, satiate me, I can't bare this much longer." My eyes and body relaxed as I did as she asked. I teased her, pleased her and fulfilled her, as she cry in pleasure. I won't divulge details as this is her privacy I am speaking of but she thanked me for paying attention to her and I slept in another room, much to her charging, though she understood.

That night, I slept with little interruption but one thing was on my mind, discovering how humanity came to this world and if it was on accident, or by purpose. The next morning, there were knocks on Robin's door and I was immediately thinking she had friends coming over. So I got dressed and answered the door to see a lot of griffins with some of them being children holding some parchment. This could be a while before I get some answers. Or this could be useful.