Wish World

As the day reached its end, Atamanna climbed into her bed, still a mess from Pinkie Pie’s interaction with Azazel. The Djinn, as powerful as she was, needed rest like any other creature. She closed her eyes to the woeful wails coming from her gems, able to discern each voice individually, and identify which were the newest additions to the chorus that sung her lullaby. It was all so soothing, as well as titillating, for the Djinn to bask in the misfortune of so many others, that as she drifted off to sleep she found her hands wondering to her erogenous area, fingering them ever so lightly before drifting off to sleep.

Not every creature she granted a wish to that day was part of the song yet, but just the same they were now part of her collection, their wishes giving her claim of them whenever Atamanna felt like taking them. She had no real plan, no end goal or grand scheme, except to get as many people as possible to condemn themselves to her mercy. To get the best results out of a town like Ponyville, even one as needlessly sadistic as Atamanna had to occasionally give someone what they wanted, with no strings attached save for the price of the wishes she granted. Of course, she could just grant good wishes, and probably have the entirety of the village indebted to her by the end of the week, but there was little sport in that. Besides, if Atamanna didn’t cause more suffering than she did happiness, it would drive her up the fabric walls of her modest tent.

The pain of others, and the complete ruination of their lives, is what the Djinn lived for. Not a desire to rule over or control everything, which guided the actions of so many other evil beings, but just the malicious want to do harm, and to have that harm be personal to her victims, as it was the personal touch that acted as a delicious seasoning to the anguish of the souls she tormented. When she had finished with Saddle Arabia, she didn’t stick around to command those now entrapped and enslaved there, as one doesn’t stay at a feast once the food has all been eaten. Ponyville, while not as grand a meal as as a nation, was a particularly delicious appetizer, with all the delectable ingredients that was put into it, and the goat’s first bite was particularly tasty.

So through the night, the goat slept soundly, while her victims suffered the consequences of their own actions, or in some cases the actions of others, blissfully soaking in the nearly tangible anguish coming from the sinister gemstones hanging above her, the dreams she dreamt being visions of the poor fates that befell those her magic influenced. The entire night went like this, but as the dawn camp, another presence came to her awareness. An obstruction that stuck out among the misery, something carrying a distinct positivity about it, one without ill will behind it, which Atamanna couldn’t tolerate.

That presence had entered her tent without permission, and within a structure that was part of Atamanna’s realm, the Djinn could sense it as easily in her sleep as she would have if her eyes had been open. In some ways, it carried the same feeling that her previous victim did, energetic and overly happy. As repugnant as that aura of goodness was to the Djinn, it would produce all the more desirable results once she put her uninvited guest in her place.

Atamanna opened her eyes, and hanging around the foot of her bed was a gryphon, one who bore feathers of gray, both of the light and dark varieties, wearing a simple t-shirt with blue jeans. She had a cute face, and wore some of her feathers in a tiny ponytail. She was also, just as Pinkie had done the night before, looking around the room at all the things Atamanna had, not able to sense the danger the items and their owner were capable of.

“Why hello there,” Atamanna said, lifting her upper body to sit up on her bed, “I wasn’t expecting to have company when I awoke.”

The gryphon jumped a little at the sound of the voice, aware that she really shouldn’t have just entered someone else’s home while they were sleeping. Quickly she turned to face Atamanna, saying, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude!”

Atamanna rolled her eyes. Clearly the gryphon did want to intrude, just didn’t want to get caught doing so. “Relax,” the goat woman said, “While I wasn’t expecting guests this early, I can see that no harm has been done, and I’m certain the open door of my tent was just too tempting to not check inside.”

“Yeah… Sorry…” the gryphon apologized again, before her tone brightened back up and she flapped her wings to take flight, zooming over to the closest point of Atamanna’s bed that she could get to, “But I just had to meet you as soon as I could! My name’s Gabriella, but you can call me Gabby!”

“Well then, nice to meet you, Gabriella,” Atamanna said, fortunately dressed, not that the gryphon seeing her nude would have embarrassed her in any way, “And I assume you are here because you’ve heard about my wish granting abilities.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Gabby squealed out, immensely excited at the idea that she could have any wish granted.

“Well normally I don’t take wish requests until I’ve had breakfast,” Atamanna said, walking to the gryphon, placing her hand along Gabby’s face as she got intimately close to her, “But you’re cute, so I’ll make an exception.”

The comment made Gabby turn a little red in the face, not expecting to receive such a compliment from a woman that she only now took note wore a very revealing, sexualized outfit. “Um… Thanks.” she said embarrassed, as it felt the goat was making a move on her, and she didn’t really feel that way about girls.

“So tell me,” Atamanna continued, her hand moving down to Gabby’s shoulder, “What is it that you couldn’t wait till later? Surely your wish must be incredibly important if you chose to walk in uninvited.”

“It is…” Gabby said before making a loud gulp, her discomfort with the goat’s closeness being so great it felt like a solid object had formed out of it in her throat, “Miss…”

Atamanna's face grew with joy, being entertained by how timid the gryphon was becoming at the slightest of suggestive gestures, the redness on her face spreading so much that the gray feathers on her head started to seep a light hue of red from underneath.

“No need to be so formal,” Atamanna said, moving to a dresser with a vanity mirror on it, taking some makeup off its top, gingerly applying it to her face, bending over to show off her perfectly proportioned backside, “But it’s Atamanna.”

Gabby looked away, even more certain that the goat was flirting with her. It might have been that the goat was just naturally flirtatious, but if that wasn’t the case then Gabby didn’t want to give Atamanna any idea that she was interested. She just had to make her wish, and be on her way.

“Well, before I make my wish, I do have some questions.” said Gabby, her embarrassment causing her to pause enough to suppress her usual spontaneous personality, just enough that she figured it wouldn’t be the best idea to blurt out any wish.

Atamanna stopped applying her makeup for a moment, and then smirked. Almost all of those she granted wishes to the day prior made their requests immediately, not thinking for a moment what the consequences of their actions might be. The gryphon was at least wary of an offer to get anything, and that added just the slightest sprinkling of spice to this snack.

“Ask away,” the goat said with confidence that the gryphon would still be making a wish by the end of her inquiries, “But please consider that I’ll be opening my service to the public soon, so I won’t be able to answer every possible question you might have.”

“I’ll be quick,” Gabby said, forcing her eyes back to the goat, despite her rump still being proudly displayed, “So the wish, can it be for anything?”

“Anything your heart may desire,” Atamanna asked, “But I do have certain say about what wishes I’ll grant. Typically I don’t allow people to wish to cease control over a nation, for reasons that might be understandable.”

That answer relieved Gabby to some degree, as it made it seem like Atamanna had some degree of responsibility with her power, and wasn’t the type who would allow evil creatures to make wishes that would send the world into ruin. It also implied that Atamanna would grant any wish she felt wouldn’t lead to a bad result, which was

“I guess the only other question I have is what will it cost?” asked Gabby.

“Cost?” Atamanna asked back.

“Well you’re not doing this for free, are you?” Gabby had assumed there would be some kind of price tag attached to a service like this.

“Well… I suppose there is a cost.” Atamanna said, applying some lip gloss, “You can have anything you want, for the cost of some time in service to me, which I can redeem at any time. Honestly, I don’t think that’s too steep when you are getting anything you want, including things that normally wouldn’t be possible.”

That did sound like a good deal, giving up work for whatever you desired. It didn’t really matter that the goat was being vague about what she wanted, because Gabby was pretty much good at everything, and what she wanted would probably help her be all the more better at things once it was granted.

“With those questions out of the way,” Atamanna asked, turning around and hopping her rump on top of her dresser, “Are you ready to make your wish?”

“Yes!” Gabby said, once more excited about the prospect of her wish, “And I know exactly what I want. I want a cutie mark!”

“Oh my,” Atamanna replied, enjoying the uniqueness of this wish, “A non-pony wanted a cutie mark of their own. Are you worried about your place in the world, my dear gryphon?”

“Not really,” Gabby admitted, “Not anymore, but I used to be, and wanted a cutie mark then because I thought it would show me what to do. Now, I just want one because I want something to show how far I’ve come along since then.”

“How humbling to see someone not wish for something grandiose, but a mere token commemorating the progress they have made.” Atamanna snapped her fingers, and Gabby instantly felt something happening to her butt, as if something was touching it, but from within her skin, “Your wish is granted, feel free to take a look.”

Gabby quickly undid the front button and zipper of her jeans, forgetting for a moment that she thought that Atamanna was making passes at her, and slipped the garment down far enough to get a look at the side of her buttcheeks. There was something there alright, but she could hardly make it out from this angle. She tried grabbing the lump of fat to move the new addition to her body into view, but all she could tell was that it looked kinda round, and it had a white color to it.

“What is it?!” the gryphon asked, feeling joy unlike any she had felt prior, “Is it a volley ball? A piece of candy? A skull? Am I a pirate now?!”

“Oh, how silly of me.” said Atamanna, hopping down from her dresser, “Here, use my mirror.”

Gabby rushed over, needed to see what her mark was, though simply having one now was more than she could ever ask for. The mark could have been literally anything, and she would have been happy with it. Getting close to the mirror, she tilted her body sideways to get the reflection of her rear into view, and what she saw was not exactly what she was expecting.

“It’s… an egg?” Gabby said, taking in the perfectly oval shape on her butt.

“It appears so,” Atamanna said, looking into the mirror at the mark, “But of course I knew that was what it would be. I am the one who decided it for you, after all.”

“Why an egg though?” asked Gabby, “I might be part bird, but gryphons don’t take care of eggs.”

“Gryphons don’t have cutie marks either,” the goat replied, “And you made it sound like the mark itself didn’t matter to you, just that you had one.”

Atamanna was right, as what kind of mark she got was unimportant. Now Gabby could show off her mark to her friends as a symbol of personal pride, especially to the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Gabby could tell that they were going to be ecstatic the moment they saw it, and the four of them would undoubtedly have a celebration over this achievement, even if the mark was merely the product of a wish.

“Thank you so much for doing this for me,” Gabby said, pulling her jeans back above her hips, “I can’t wait to show everyone.”

The gryphon headed off in the direction of the tent entrance, ready to leave as unceremoniously as she had come in, not wanting to bother the goat any further.

“Just a moment,” Atamanna said, “Are you forgetting about what I said earlier? In exchange for your wish, you will have to return a service to me.”

Gabby stopped just short of the exit, “I thought you were going to want that sometime later.”

“I could see how you’d believe that, since I said that I’d redeem the service at a time of my choosing, but I never meant to imply I couldn’t take what I’m owed immediately.”

Gabby sighed, a little disappointed that she’d have to wait to show everyone her cutie mark. Still, a deal was a deal, and the Djinn upheld her part. Turning back around, she walked herself back to the goat. “Okay, so what do you want me to do?”

“It’s easier to show you than to explain,” Atamanna said, “But you might want to take off your pants before it starts.”

The brazen declaration from Atamanna sent Gabby’s embarrassment over the deep end, every feather on her body ruffling up, as her whole body turned an ever deepening shade of pink. “I-I’m sorry, but I think you got the wrong idea with me,” the gryphon said, believing her previous assumptions had been confirmed, “I-I’m flattered, really, but I’m not into other girls. I’ve actually been dating this guy in town recently, and-”

Atamanna held up a hand, silencing the gryphon, “Gabriella, you’re the one who is mistaken. I’m not telling you to remove your pants because I want to see you naked, but because of what’s about to happen.”

Gabby didn’t know how to respond to that, as confusion mixed with her already flustered and embarrassed mental state. She couldn’t think of a single reason why she’d have to remove her pants, but soon enough the reason hit her.

A sudden pressure started building up inside her abdomen, filling up her insides unexpectedly. It quickly became uncomfortable, causing Gabby to flinch when she started to take notice of what was going on. When the discomfort wouldn’t stop, growing to outright pain, Gabby was compelled to lift up her shirt to see what was going on, and what she saw was a large lump taking shape at her stomach.

“What is that?!” she screamed, “What’s happening to me?!”

“Calm down,” Atamanna said, in a manner that was not at all calming, “You’re cutie mark is just helping your body perform your new special talent.”

“Special… Talent?” Gabby said, through a gritted beak.

“Your special talent to lay eggs.” Atamanna replied, revealing what she had done to the girl.

“That can’t be my special talent,” Gabby replied, the lump in her causing a good deal of discomfort, “Gryphons don’t lay eggs!”

“You don’t say,” Atamanna mocked, knowing full well that the bird aspects of a gryphon began and ended at their heads, wings, and front talons. Everything below that was all cat, including their reproductive organs, which meant that gryphons normally gave live birth, “Well your cutie mark doesn’t seem to care about biology. So before you make a mess of yourself, you had best do as I suggested before, and remove your pants.”

Gabby was not exactly happy with this turn of events, but she was in no position to argue with the goat, as her waist strap was making it hard for her body to accommodate the thing growing inside her. She gave a nod, and undid the front of her pants, which helped relieve the pressure she felt a little, before slipping them down to her knees, revealing that she wore nothing underneath, which exposed her to the goat watching things unfold.

“That should be enough,” Atamanna said, since Gabby wasn’t going to completely disrobe, “Now just try to relax, perhaps brace yourself with something, and let your body do all the work.”

Gabby appreciated, to some extent, the instructions given to her, as she found them to ease what was going on with her ever so slightly. Even with the admive though, the gryphon found what was happening to her too much for her to endure, finding it difficult to do the simple task of standing up straight as her insides went through things they never had prior. She ended up taking a seat on the floor. Before long, the growth of the object inside her ceased, but that wasn’t particularly good news for Gabby. Atamanna had made clear what the gryphoness would have to do, and while that meant that her womb wouldn’t have to worry about the pressure inside her increasing further, other parts of her body were now in trouble. After all, now that the object, assumedly an egg, had reached the end of its growth, all that was left now was to get it out, through the only way one could remove an egg from that place.

It didn’t take long for the next part to start, and as it did the already terrible pain inside her doubled, with several muscles inside her contracting to perform a duty that was entirely new to them. It started with the cervix, which had to open up wide to allow the intruder inside Gabby’s womb passage outside to the tunnel leading out of her inner most depths. One past that point, her vaginal muscles instinctively pushed the object down the passage that led to the entrance vagina, and while it was roughly half the size of a fully formed baby gryphon, it was large enough that one who had never gone through the process of child birth, and whose body was completely unprepared for the process, could tell no difference between birthing one or the other.

As the unfortunate avian writhed on the floor, feeling her insides getting pushed apart to make way for her egg, Atamanna paced around the gryphon, observing the whole thing take place. “You know…” she said, enjoyment in her tone, “If you want to get through this easier, you’re gonna have to spread your legs apart.”

Gabby knew what the Djinn was implying, that the pants still wrapped around her thighs was making this all the more difficult for her, and she had to agree. Modesty was becoming less and less a factor when it came to the thought of taking them off completely, especially since she was already exposed. Thus, there was little reason to keep them on, if they were the only thing making this experience this horrible. Kicking her legs a few times, the gryphon got the legs of her tightly fitted jeans over her pawed feet, and then proceeded to remove them the rest of the way hands free, believing that bending over would only make things worse at this point.

Without the clothing restricting her movement, Gabby parted her legs the best she could, and she relieved the pressure inside her body a bit more. It was still painful, but not agonizingly so. For it being her first time doing something like this, the whole thing went along smoothly once she took the appropriate measures, as the shape of the egg aided the pushes her internal muscles used to guide it out. A few minutes of labored breaths and tensing of her abdomen, and already the feathered feline felt her lower lips parting to make way for the first gryphon egg’s entry into the world.

“Here it comes,” Atamanna said, seeing a bit of white poke out from the gray between her Gabby’s legs, “Just a little more.”

Gabby nodded her head, knowing that the goat was telling the truth, and with one last solid push, and a loud grunting groan, the egg was pushed out completely, laying soundly on the ground between Gabby’s thighs, the aches of spasming flesh inside the gryphon tracing the journey it had just made.

“You did very good,” Atamanna said, picking up the egg, finding it to have no imperfections. It was a perfectly shaped egg for one its size, which was slightly bigger than that of an ostrich, “But that’s to be expected. Afterall, this is your special talent.”

Gabby was appalled by what the Djinn had done to her, but was too tired from her labor to complain. Having gone through the agony that was birthing, she was almost thankful that it was over, and that she had fulfilled her end of the agreement for the wish.

“I wonder if you’ll make an even bigger one tomorrow,” the goat said, catching the gryphon’s ear.

“T-Tomorrow?!” Gabby yelled, disliking the idea that she might have to go through her ordeal again, and perhaps with a bigger egg next time, “Didn’t I do what you wanted?!”

“Of course you did, Gabriella,” Atamanna assured, “And I’m very happy with the breakfast I’ll be having this morning.”

“Breakfast?” Gabby questioned curiously.

Not that she didn’t understand that some creatures ate eggs, as she enjoyed a good egg as much as any meat eater, but she didn’t think that it would be something that appealed to a goat. Also, while she had no belief that it was fertilized, that egg did come from her body, and there was something very personal about another creature devouring something created in your womb.

“But let me explain our deal again, since it seems you didn’t really understand me before. In exchange for the wish I granted, you will be in service to me for some time,” Atamanna said, as she set the egg safely down on her bed, “And the service you will be providing me is laying me me a delicious meal of yoke and albumen every morning till your debt is paid off. Doesn’t that sound like a fair agreement?”

Gabby had to think it over, but the deal still sounded fair to her. Perhaps it was her naivety that led her to that conclusion, as she had never gone face to face with a truly evil creature before, but she didn’t find this agreement, now that she believed she knew it in full, any worse than making a deal with the residents of her hometown. At least in this situation, the one she was making the deal with wouldn’t just wander off when they got tired of fulfilling their part of terms agreed upon.

“Just understand, that normally cutie marks on anything other than a pony is simply impossible, so repaying that debt is going to be a while.”

Gabby groaned, it dawning on her that the Djinn was still being vague, “How long exactly?”

“Don’t worry about that,” the goat said, brushing off the question like it was nothing to be concerned about, “The terms of our unwritten, magical contract are binding to both of us, and you will be released the second you’ve done enough work for me.”

The Djinn wasn’t exactly being dishonest, only incredibly deceitful with her words. It was true that both Atamanna and Gabby had entered into a binding pact, unbreakable by its terms. The problem was that its terms were in no way beneficial for the gryphon. The moment the wish was granted, Gabby belonged to The Djinn, and it was only because Atamanna found it amusing to mislead the avian that she didn’t outright claim that fact. There would never be a point that Gabby would pay off her debt, as the debt itself was eternal servitude.

“I can still go and do things when I’m not working for you, right?” Gabby asked, “Cause I do have a job outside of this.”

“Of course,” Atamanna said, “So long as you are physically fit to do so. Which reminds me… I need to inspect your body to make sure that your cutie mark helped your body adjust properly, and that you weren’t hurt passing that egg.”

With a snap of the Djinn’s fingers, a structure sprung up from the ground beneath Gabby, a solid mass of smoothed, black rock in the shape of a twisted gynecologist's chair, the legs and arm rests having cuffs on them that locked the gryphon into place, the avian too overcome by surprise to avoid being placed into captivity.

“What’s all this?!” Gabby said, completely overtaken by the device she was now bound within.

“Just something to keep you still,” said Atamanna, going to Gabby’s side, liberally gliding her hand across one of the gryphon’s legs as she placed herself at the center of the stone seat, gleefully taking in the discomfort forming in the eyes of her captive, “I noticed earlier how timid you were at the slightest insinuation of me showing the slightest interest in you, so I don’t want to have you squirming around for what comes next.”

“What comes next?” Gabby asked, confused and flustered with all the unwanted attention she was receiving.

“Yes,” Atamanna simply replied, “I want to make sure that your first laying didn’t cause any lasting damage, and unfortunately there is only one way to check that.”

Atamanna’s hand made its way to the crotch of her newest possession, which made Gabby let out an “Eep!” as the goat’s fingers entered her exposed privates.

“Relax,” said Atamanna, rubbing the entrance of Gabby’s mound with two fingers, “It’s just an exam, and has absolutely no sexual motives behind it.”

The goat said that, but it was hard for Gabby to believe that with the way she was being touched. It became even harder when Atamanna pushed the two fingers inside her hole, sending a spike of sensation through her. Gabby gritted her beak and tensed her body, but there was no hiding that she was feeling something from Atamanna’s invasive actions.

“This really shouldn’t be so hard to handle,” said the Djinn, “The egg would have been much more rough on you then a few fingers, and it certainly helped to loosen you up a little. If it didn’t, then I couldn’t do this.”

Atamanna pulled her fingers out, then formed her hand into the shape of a cone, the tips of her fingers and thumb meeting together at one point. Gabby spotted this, and taking note of what Atamanna had said, figured out what the goat had in mind just as she proceeded. With little care for what Gabby thought about all this, Atamanna pushed her entire hand inside the avian’s sex hole, as well as a good portion of her forearm.

Gabby’s could feel her slit stretch out to allow the fist entrance, proving Atamanna’s words to be true. Her vaginal passage could allow something as big as the Djinn’s dainty hand inside it, having just pushed out something a bit bigger, but the result were sensations that Gabby wished she didn’t have to feel. Not just pain, which came with her most sacred of places being invaded by such a large object, but the small hints of pleasure that came with the tender flesh inside her being touched.

Atamanna grinned gleefully, taking little satisfaction from the sex act itself, but immense pleasure from the way Gabby’s face contorted in displeasure. The emotional damage brought sadistic joy to the Djinn, the slow ease into what would be Gabby’s more permanent suffering an event worth savoring. Compared to what Yona or Pinkie Pie was going through, Gabby was being given a great mercy, which was all part of how Atamanna operated. Not all of her victims were to experience pure hell, or soul crushing torment, as the disparity of the reprisals that came from her wishes was what made the more extreme results all the more special.

The intent for this gryphon was going to be more akin to what happened to Fluttershy, wherein she would be kept, much like a pet, and put to some use. In time, she might even come to enjoy her new role as egg layer, but Atamanna would do what she could to extend the period in which she dreaded her given task, and there was no better way to do that than to make the first time the worst time.

“Now hold as still as possible,” Atamanna said, “This will take longer the more squirmy you are.”

Gabby did her best to comply, hoping that this was indeed just an examination, and that the Djinn knew how to properly give one. Then again, she had never had someone fit their whole hand inside her to do this before, not even a professional doctor, but if she didn’t have faith that Atamanna had the best intentions for her, then the gryphon would have to admit that she was trapped in a terrible situation. Sometimes it was just better to delude oneself, then to face a horrifying truth.

In a way, her time with ponies, and seeing how they usually worked to help others, had skewed Gabby’s worldview of the creatures of Equestria. When she compared ponies to the residents of Griffinstone, the ponies of Equestria lived together in perfect harmony, and the creatures that among them usually acted towards that same goal. Because of that, Gabby just came to believe that Equestria was the place where better people lived. It was foolish of her to believe that any and every creature she met would have good intent, but being a good natured creature herself, she had a subconscious desire to believe that those outside of her hometown weren’t purposefully cruel or mean spirited.

“Everything seems to be ok,” Atamanna said, touching around inside the feline pussy, having gotten her hand up to her victim’s cervix. If she wanted, the goat could have easily pushed herself into Gabby’s vulnerable womb, but she wanted to give the gryphon a small sense of security for a little longer. “I suppose we’re done here.”

“Oh, good,” Gabby replied, one eye clenched shut. For as much discomfort as she was in, she was glad that it was about to be over.

Atamanna went to remove herself from the gryphon’s expanded birth canal, slowly pulling out her arm to make the displeasurable feelings Gabby had to go through last as long as possible, which the feathered feline mistakenly took as her taking a gentle approach to extracting her hand. At about the midpoint though, the goat’s fingertips touched on a portion of meat they had passed by prior. Gabby’s body tensed at the slightest graze of this spot, her insides constricting around the remainder of arm still inside her, as if trying to keep the appendage right where it was.

There was no way that was going to go unnoticed by the Djinn, and in seconds she figured out what she had touched, forming a plan of action right after the discovery.

“Oh my, “Atamanna said, forging a convincing look of concern, “Did that hurt?”

“No!” Gabby replied, her voice becoming a little higher in pitch. “Everything’s fine. Feel free to end your inspection.”

Atmanna gave a laugh at Gabby’s failed attempt to hide her emotions. “No, no. You’re a brave bird, but I have to give this spot a more thorough examination.”

Atamanna hadn’t finished the second part of her sentence going forwards with her unwelcome groping of the other female’s insides, and as she did, Gabby’s bravado broke completely. A sharp “squak” erupting from her throat as she was overcome with sensation. The Djinn was assaulting her g-spot, forcing Gabby to feel immense pleasure against her will, roughly touching the area under the guise of a medical inspection. It was humiliating for the gryphon, as the goat was making her moan as pleasure built inside her, brought on by the unwanted touch of a harsh hand.

“Hmmm…” Atamanna hummed to herself, as if she had found something that she wasn’t happy with, while actually enjoying the control she had over the gryphon.

The avian was merely a plaything at this point, a puppet on her arm, in a semi-literal fashion. That her actions flustered and embarrassed her captive, causing the self proclaimed strictly straight female mental anguish at being brought ever closer to a full on climax by another woman, pleased the Djinn a great deal.

The goat continued to press her fingers along the once hidden, now vulnerable, pleasure point of the avian’s pussy, being relentless till she got not one, but three climaxes out of Gabby, chaining them into one another with how thoroughly and diligently she targeted that spot. While Gabby couldn’t ignore the pleasure this caused her, she still couldn’t get over the idea that it was a girl doing this to her, and thus couldn’t really enjoy it. The feeling only gave her a significant amount of shame, not only because it was a woman who caused it, but because she wanted to only have those kinds of emotional interactions with someone special. Now, every time she had sex, her thoughts would probably come back to this event, a moment in time now engraved in her memories.

“There we go,” Atamanna said, satisfied with the results of her intrusive actions, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Gabby's head dropped a little, trying to hide her face from not only the goat, but the rest of the world. “Are you sure that was just a medical inspection?” She asked, not so oblivious to believe the goat if she refuted the accusation being made.

“For the most part,” Atamanna answered, “You may believe I hold some form of attraction to you, but to be truthful, any interest I have in you isn’t sexual in the least. I will say though, I might have found some enjoyment in watching you squirm when I touched you.”

Gabby blushed brightly, but was willing to accept Atamanna’s partial admittance. At least she didn’t lie, as far as the gryphon knew, and if her intent wasn’t sexual, then perhaps it was ok to still see the goat as a good person.

“Unfortunately,” Atamanna said, somewhat ominously, “I do believe I found some cuts and bruises inside of you, and I can’t let you go walking about in good faith.”

“But what about my job?” Gabby was a postal worker, so she couldn’t just disappear for several days at a time. Well… seeing as she worked for the Griffonstone postal service, there was a good chance that no one there would notice or care.

“I’ll make sure your employers are notified,” Atamanna said, “And no need to give me their information. My genie magic will help me locate them.”

That was an outright lie to placate the gryphon, as Atamanna could do little with her magic unless wished to do so, or if the reciprocate of it was someone who had made a wish with her. It didn’t even matter if Gabby actually believed her, since at any moment she could send the gryphon to a realm of endless suffering, but the Djinn was having fun playing this amusing game with her.

“Okay…” Gabby said, disheartened, but compliant, “But can I at least get out of this thing?”

“Why certainly,” Atamanna replied, a smirk growing over her muzzle.

Atamanna gave her fingers another snap, and the stone structure holding Gabby began to morph as if made of water, changing its shape around the gryphon, while still holding its captive firmly in its grasp.

The now amorphous structure kept the gryphon held off the ground, as a portion of it took the form of a cage around her, the type designed to keep a small bird captive, only big enough to hold a creature her size inside. Once the cage was fully formed, it made a rod a little above its center, going horizontally across its inside, upon which it forced Gabby’s taloned hands to rest upon, two smaller, rectangular bars springing up from the rod’s middle. These bars traveled up Gabby’s wrists, and once they got far enough up her forearms, circled around them and solidified to create new arm restraints, making it so her hands had little room to move from the rod.

With the gryphon’s arms in place, put slightly behind her back at her sides, the cage moved on to do something about her legs. It brought the two lower limbs together, making them parallel, the inner parts of Gabby’s thighs squished into one another. Being put into place, the parts of the liquid rock holding her ankles merged together, creating one solid ankle cuff that held them both closely together, so the heels of her cat paws could not separate from one another. The cage, seemingly having a mind of its own to the gryphon, wasn’t done there though, as the newly made cuff, which itself was still connected to the whole of the cage by a tendril like protrusion leading down to its floor, started to, for lack of a better word, ‘leak’ out a portion of itself, which separated completely from the rest of the structure, traveling up Gabby’s legs like a sentient puddle.

This puddle of black ooze worked its way all the way up to the upper section of Gabby’s legs, making it to the middle part of her upper thigh, before wrapping around them, and weaving a section of itself in between the two lovely bits of female leg meat. Like the part it had separated from, the puddle harded, creating a band of solid rock, which held Gabby’s legs closely together, so that the only bit of space between them was occupied by the small portion of the newly formed band.

“What is all of this about?!” Gabby finally was able to call out, the changes around her happening so fast that it took up until this point to get over the initial shock. She started squirming, but bound as she was, unable to separate her legs or remove her arms from the bar they were cuffed to, she found that her movements were limited to just wiggling her body. At best she could flap her wings, but doing that didn’t allow her to go anywhere, being held down fast by the structure still changing around her. All she could do was endure as it continued to put her in pose, while watching the tendril connected to her ankle cuffs morphing further.

“I know it seems odd,” Atamanna commented, “But I’m putting you into a position that will optimize your recovery. This way it will just take a few days, instead of a week or so.”

“But what about the bars?” Gabby asked, referring to the cage around her, “Are those really necessary?”

“It's to keep you from getting the urge to get up and move about.” Atamanna explained, pulling stuff right out of her ass, “Think of all this as an elaborate cast, except since I can’t put it around your insides, you’re just not going to be able to move about. Not really too different from a hospital.”

Gabby groaned in response, but hospitals did try to keep patients from getting out of bed. She had to believe the goat knew what she was talking about, and the best way to help her heal. At least if she wanted to continue believing that Atamanna had good intent behind her actions.

As the two exchanged words, the cage continued to shift its form. To Gabby’s bewilderment, her attention going to the few remaining moving parts, the tendril transformed into a sort of stool beneath her feet, its ‘body’ turning into one long pole that jutted straight up from the exact middle of the cage floor, before forming a ‘head’ that was a flat surface resembling a plate. Just like the rod behind her, the part of the plate that was still connected to her ankle shackles became a thin rectangular bar, and it shrunk down so that the pads of her paws were perched upon them.

It was around this time that the gryphon had to start holding her body up of her own accord, as with her arms and legs now placed on things they could put weight on, the cage reaching its final state, which no longer provided assistance in this task. Instead, it focused its last movements to adjust the positions of flat surface her feet was precariously placed upon, moving their height up and down to get Gabby into the perfect pose.

Once it was finished, Gabby found herself putting a near equal amount on her weight on both her arms and legs, as the cage put her into a squat, the plate she was standing only a little over foot lower than the rod behind her, so that her knees bent, and her upper thighs were horizontally level. This was all so Gabby would be in a pose that made her ass dangle out into empty space, with nothing beneath it for her to sit on, and likewise have her crotch with nothing underneath it as well. With that done, the cage completed its transformation, and went still.

“I apologize if that pose is not the most comfortable,” Atamanna said, looking at her prisoner from outside her cage, “But this really will help you get better as quickly as possible.”

“Can I at least get a chair?” Gabby said, wanting to take some weight off her limbs.

“Sorry, but a chair would make it harder for you when you’d have to do your next laying. Speaking of.”

With one more snap of her fingers, the bottom of the cage filled up with straw, which was put together in a way to resemble a nest.

“Oh come on,” Gabby said, finally noticing the theme of her accommodations, “You did all this on purpose, didn’t you.”

“Oh, you got me, but I’m just having a little fun with the decor. I wasn’t lying when I said this pose would help you, and the cage was to stop you from wanting to move.”

Gabby returned a growl, “Gryphons aren’t birds. Well, not completely birds.”

“But you do have nests, yes?” Atamanna said, knowing a good deal about gryphons and how they lived, “So these birdlike trappings shouldn’t seem so offensive to you.”

Gabby huffed, her feathers puffing out a bit as the Djinn got her goat a little. Atamanna was correct, but that didn’t mean that what she had done was any less degrading.

“Such an angry face,” Atamanna observed aloud, “But I assure you, once this is all over, you’ll be happy you made your wish.”

The feathers on Gabby’s face settled back down a little. The goat was right, and when her service to the Djinn was over, she’d have a cutie mark, along with a unique, if strange, special talent for a gryphon. As much as she had been put through, she still felt her wish was worth it.

“Now you’ve been through a lot, and I think that it’s time you had a little rest.”

“Yeah, I could use a bit of relaxation,” Gabby agreed, “But I don’t think I’m gonna be able to do that like this.”

“Don’t you worry,” Atamanna said, “I can conjure up something that will allow you to sleep like that.”

For a last time, Atamanna snapped her fingers to produce something for Gabby, and when they made that now familiar sound for the gryphon, the world turned black to her.

“Hey, what gives?!” Gabby yelled out, feeling something wrap around her head.

“Settle down. It’s just an eye mask to help you go to sleep.” said Atamanna, knowing full well that what she had put on Gabby wasn’t an eye mask, but a gryphon sized falcon hood.

“But I just needed to relax a little. I’m not… really… slee… py…” As Gabby tried to protest a need to sleep, something came over her, and she started to feel really tired. So tired that even in the uncomfortable pose she was stuck in, she ended up passing out into a calm slumber.

“And that’s that,” Atamanna said, having reached the conclusion to her game, “What a foolish gryphon, trusting me so much. Now she’ll be laying eggs for me till the end of time.”

Atamanna took a moment to eye her prize; a cute, gryphon girl she was happy to add to her collection of damned souls.

“I think that I’m gonna be extra hungry tomorrow morning though,” the Djinn said to herself, “So we had better see to that, shouldn’t we?”

The Djinn reached through the bars of Gabby’s cage, and touched the gryphon’s rump, laying her hand right on the egg cutie mark she had put there. With a small concentration of will, Atamanna poured some of her magic into the mark, which gave it a charge that was unnatural to the magical image inscribed on Gabby’s flesh.

The effects of what Atamanna did showed fairly quickly, as a new lump appeared on her abdomen. Not just one though, but another, and another, each one as big as the first one she had laid. The three new obstructions in her body took up so much space inside her that even in her slumber, the gryphon made light groans of discomfort, her thin, feminine body almost too small to contain them.

With that small act done, there was little more that Atamanna could do with the gryphon, while sticking to the theme of her punishment. Gabby was asleep, and in for a rude awakening in the morning, so it was time to bring this early diversion to a close. With a final snap of her fingers, the cage, and its contents, seemingly collapsed into itself, vanishing completely into a sizable ruby that formed at the center of the implosion. The moment it manifested, the gem succumbed to gravity, falling to the floor, but Atamanna was there to snatch it out of the air with a well timed catch.

“What a delicious little snack to have delivered itself to me,” the goat said, peering into the gem, to see the gryphon that was now trapped in one of her pocket dimensions.

Atamanna would send one of her projections to take care of Gabby, and raise her like the egg laying hen she would become. The question was how to make the foolish fowl suffer, as she could simply have her avatar tell her the truth about her damnation, or perhaps let her figure it out on her own over time. She could even make Gabby lose her memory of the day prior each time she went to sleep, and simply relive the ‘first day of the rest of her life’ on repeat, never to understand that she would never leave her cage.

“That can all be decided later,” Atamanna said, simply willing the flow of time to stop inside the realm projected in the gem.

If the Djinn chose to, or simply forgot, Gabby would stay like that forever, in a state that might as well been death, as even her thoughts had been frozen at the exact point of the stop. It was a possibility all too real, as Atamanna tossed the gemstone into a drawer, before making her way to the egg resting on her bed.

“For now, let’s have some breakfast,” the Djinn picked up the egg, and headed to her dining area, to have a nice morning meal, and prepare for all the others who would be visiting her, and unwittingly meet their own terrible fates.