Author's Note

This entry was authored by Brony-wan-kenobi, and contains gender transformation, mental transformation, master/slave dynamics, hypersexualisation, dubcon, and mentions of extreme violence. Mountains picture created by ARTek92 on DeviantArt.

ESCP-008 [Mountains of Debauchery]

Anomaly Designation: ESCP-008

Containment Class: Sun

Anomaly Traits: Environmental, geographical, topographical, spatial, inhabited

Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding ESCP-008 has been declared a no fly zone with the help of Princess Twilight Sparkle and the current Griffin government spanning two miles within all directions of the anomaly. A cover story has been created, detailing high and dangerous winds around the target. To further the point, both governments have agreed to a large fine no less than one thousand bits to any who are caught flying into it. According to agents within Griffinstone, the creatures there are clearly intimidated by the high fee as well as the local myths surrounding the space. Further observation will be needed for the foreseeable future in Canterlot however as there are reports of ponies who see this as an adventure.

Four small outposts (Outpost 008A through 008D) staffed by Foundation security have been placed just outside of this no fly zone to help secure the area. Authorization is given to shoot down any zeppelin going into the no fly zone should warnings be ignored. Authorization has been given to detain anything exiting ESCP-008 to be brought back to HQ under full guard. Tests pending.

The physical location of ESCP-008 (not visible), photograph taken from Outpost 008B

Description: ESCP-008 is a landmass located precisely at [REDACTED] in [REDACTED], which does not appear to be able to be observed externally. Unfortunately, not much is known about how ESCP-008 works or the powers behind it. No further study could be performed after the leader of the expedition to find it, Moondancer, returned to the Foundation with only one other member of her team. It has been noted that they had to escape at great personal risk to themselves, traveling for sixteen days on hoof in near freezing conditions in mountainous terrain, in order to warn the greater world of the potential threat that ESCP-008 poses.

While the Foundation has noted Moondancer’s insistence at a higher containment class (requested Moon), it has been deemed unnecessary. ESCP-008 is unable to move from its current location nor does it possess any method of luring creatures to it. Furthermore, due to the vastness of the area as well as the surrounding terrain, any form of larger containment is not possible at current.

Document 008-1: Crew Manifest

Name: Moondancer

Position: Expedition leader

Race: Unicorn

Mane: Amaranth with purple and violet highlights

Coat: Yellowish Grey

Marking: Crescent Moon with Three Stars

Notes: Talented in both magic and magical theory. Degrees in history, physics, philosophy, mathematics, and magic. Currently studying folklore.

Name: Summer Breeze

Position: Chef

Race: Kirin

Mane: Light green

Coat: Fire Red with Green scales on back

Marking: none

Notes: Skilled chef as well as forager. Has trained herself in detecting harmful elements when cooking as well as how to remove them. Magical skills are unknown. Temper mild.

Name: Crash Landing

Position: Pilot

Race: Hippogriff

Mane: Light Grey

Coat: Jet Black

Marking: None

Notes: Despite his name, Crash is a skilled pilot having taken the helm of ships and zeppelins alike. There have only been two times on his record where he was forced to make an emergency landing, neither of which were due to his actions. The crew should feel safe in his claws. As a bonus, he has had some training in engine repair.

Name: Hard Hat

Position: Engineer

Race: Earth Pony

Mane: White with a single yellow stripe

Coat: Orange

Marking: Caution Tape

Notes: A little rough around the edges. Hard Hat has worked around zeppelins for several years now, last serving in the Crystal Empire to help train their corps of engineers. Though his skills are considerable, I am slightly worried about some of the notes his previous employers left.

Name: Elytra

Position: Assistant Researcher

Race: Changeling

Mane: None

Coat: Yellowish green with an orange-brown underside

Marking: Large orange eyes

Notes: One of the more eager choices for this role. Former soldier in the Changeling forces, Elytra has infiltrated at least five different kingdoms and has learned a few things about their cultures. Now she has a passion for learning and documenting, wishing to share as much as she can with the Hive. Her ability to sense emotions also aided in her selection.

Name: Lightning Dust

Position: Emergency Flier

Race: Pegasus

Mane: Amber

Coat: Turquoise

Marking: Lightning Bolt Striking Three Stars

Notes: Repeat failure. Failed to get into Wonderbolts. Started group called the Washouts before they were disbanded. She is fast but extremely reckless and overly brash. Temper gets the better of her. Only one who wanted this position in this area.

Document 008-2: Initial journal entries written by Researcher Moondancer

Day 1: Today is the day we set out. After weeks of planning and preparation, we are ready to head out North of Griffinstone on a zeppelin we have purchased from the local griffins. It’s a small craft, just large enough for my small team though we will have to bunk up in order to save space. The plan is to draw straws to decide who we room with. I hope I get Summer as there are so many questions I have on Kirin culture!

Some may find it odd that the Foundation would send us out here, seeing how nothing of obvious note has occurred. No tentacle beasts, no sex toys coming to life, or timber wolves who rut you until you become a timber wolf! What has happened is that ever since relations between Equestria and Griffinstone became more firm, with travel between the two becoming more regular, there has been an increase in exploration in the surrounding area. And, more worrisome, more ponies going missing. While the more rational explanation is that these ponies have simply gotten lost, the local griffins have a different explanation that has peaked my interest. According to their legends, in a time when the great tree of Griffinstone had been but only a sapling, there lived a vile warbird named Gradullus. So wicked and ruthless was he compared to the others that a Being sought him out, asking for a favor. In return for his service, Gradullus requested a land where he and his line could enjoy all the spoils of their victories. To claim all hens as his own while their mates watched before submitting to him as well. A land that would forever be protected.

I am aware that it seems silly to send a Foundation expedition team out so early without any confirmation on what is out there when more plausible theories have still to be tested. However, given what ponykind has seen in recent years following the return of Nightmare Moon leads be to believe that we should approach with caution. That, as well as the warning the locals have given us without so much as a single request for a bit. This troubles me greatly.

Right now our zeppelin is being loaded with equipment and other provisions and once it is completed we shall head out. If we find the missing ponies, and if they were simply lost to the elements, we shall return what we can. But should there be something more, we shall seek to discover if this is a matter for anomaly specialists such as us or some more mundane organization.

Day 2: Lightning Dust! I got stuck with bucking Lightning Dust! I know I could use my authority to have her moved into some other creatures room, but this early in it might be seen as me abusing my power. Not to mention that the others looked happy about this. Grr. I’ll try to make it work.

Day 4: This isn’t going to work.

Already I feel like my mom when we went on trips back when me and my sister were foals, threatening to turn the carriage around if we didn’t start behaving! Lightning is an utter slob, knocking over my stacks of books whenever she enters our cabin and leaving her junk wherever she pleases. Last night she left a wet towel over some of my research books on Gradullus! Thankfully I have a spell that managed to repair the damage before it was too late, but that feather brained idiot didn’t seem to care. All I wanted was an apology from her, to get her to understand what she did was wrong, but all she did was roll her eyes. She seemed to think that since I had managed to fix it there was no problem! AHHHHHH!

Then there is Hard Hat and, as hard as this is to believe, he might be worse than Lightning! Already getting into several fights with Crash and just showing general distrust at Elytra. Once he starts yelling at some creature it takes me shouting at him several times to get him to acknowledge me and the scene he is creating. Sometimes he shows only the briefest amount of remorse. The rest of the time, he continues until I cast a silencing spell on him.

It is only thanks to the work and dedication of the rest of the crew that I continue. Summer Breeze is doing her best to keep us all in good cheer as we sail through uncharted skies and Crash is doing his part by keeping meal times interesting as he regales us with stories of his ‘adventures’. Honestly, they seem too fantastic to be included in a Daring Do book! As for Elytra, her assistance cannot be understated. Right now we are going over all the stories there are on Gradullus so that we can be as well informed as possible when we find what we are looking for.

Day 6: Today I felt like we almost found something significant. Well, we did, but not what we were looking for. Or maybe we did. I’m unsure to be honest.

Ok. We have been flying around for almost a week at this point, mapping out the area as we fly around in a grid formation. Due to the mountains and our search, we have had to fly slowly and as such have only been able to cover 4% of the total area. I know that number may seem disheartening, but I feel otherwise. We are discovering new things all the time, things that not even the griffins knew about.

Case in point, today we managed to find some ancient griffin dwellings near the ground. They seemed to be carved into the rock, almost looking like they had started a mining operation. Perhaps that’s what they were and, when nothing was found, these holes were turned into homes. We have searched them and found no signs that anypony has been here recently. With that said, I can’t fully rule out that they didn’t stop here. If these ponies were lost, I am sure they would have taken great care not to leave anything that might be of use to them behind.

On another note, there was a minor engine problem that required Hard Hat’s attention. While it was minor, it still took Hard Hat the better part of the day to fix it. Probably would have only taken him an hour had he not started screaming his head off at Crash for the sin of offering to help. The crew is already getting sick of this, myself included. I have tried talking with him but to no effect. Perhaps when we return to resupply, I will have him replaced.

Day 10: Another day, another fight. Hard Hat and Lightning got into it this time. I had considered writing down all the times they did and why, but I fear there is not enough paper in the world to contain their tempers or do them justice.

With us so deep now in the mountains, I have begun sending Lightning on scouting missions. Her orders are simple, fly low to the ground to search for anything of note. Any sign that ponies or other creatures have been through. Twice she has found something. The first mere litter; a bag of Sweet Apple Acres Apple Chips. According to the label, they would have gone bad two weeks ago and the snow that was on top of it showed that it had been there some time. If I had not taken it and performed tests on it myself, I would have thought this to be a prank pulled by her to cure her boredom.

The other is of greater note. A shelter! Two tents combined with some skill! It is clear that they belonged to ponies. We have surveyed the area and, while we have found other signs that ponies had been here, there are no remains. So now the question is: where did they go? Hard Hat has his own, morbid theories of giant beasts who carried them off in their teeth that may have a grain or two of truth to them. However I have stated that the intact condition of the rest of the site does not support this theory.

He lost his temper at this. And I am running out of aspirin.

Day 15: The crew’s morale is mixed. We have discovered more proof that other’s have been out this deep in the mountains. Mostly more tents and other sings of camping, including sleeping bags. We have also discovered what looks like used condoms. Lightning, when she saw this, suggested that whoever owned them wanted to go out with a bang. I really hate her sometimes.

But what has me excited is that we found something else. It looks like a street sign made of stone. Names written in an ancient griffin language that has, sadly, been lost to time. But there are numbers underneath that somewhat resemble Equestrian as well as tick marks. We plan on heading toward the shortest of them, believing that that’s where the others went. If we find nothing, we will head back to Griffinstone and resupply.

The rest of the crew, other than Lightning and Hard Hat, are hopeful to find them as we have not yet found any bodies. And while I am grateful for that, I am worried.

Document 008-3: The lone audio recording secured and brought to Foundation custody by Researcher Moondancer

Moondancer: Testing, testing. This is Leader…no, that won’t do. Ah, hi. This is Moondancer. Ugh! Whatever! This is Moondancer, leader of the expedition team. Day 16 of our travels into the unknown area. So far we have found nothing as of yet. Lightning thought she found tracks in the snow as well as a path, but little else. We are currently following them.

I would like to report what me and Elytra have discovered about Gradullus. It turns out that there-

Lightning: Moondancer! Would you tell that rock brained earth pony he’s wrong!

Moondancer: Damn it all to- Lightning, what have I said when I put the warning sign up outside our door? Well?

Lightning: Ahhhhhh?

Moondancer: That I’m busy with research and do not want to be bothered! We’ve gone over this a dozen times already!

Lightning: Yeah, yeah. You’re busy. Reading old books and all that. Like anything you find in there is going to help us.

Moondancer: I’ll have you know I’m doing much more than reading, though that is very important! I’m also comparing notes, recording my findings, and going over all the ways you and Hard Hat have screwed up since-

Lightning: Fine, fine. Boring stuff I get it. [Sharp sigh] Like any of that matters.

Moondancer: [Growl] It matters Lightning, because the more we know about what we’re walking into, the better prepared we’ll be! Because, unlike you, I am the leader of this expedition and I take that role very seriously! If somecreature gets hurt, it’ll be on me! I can’t just role my eyes and act like I don’t care about others!

Lightning: Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?!? I care! I-

Moondancer: Yeah, just like how you cared about that foal you added to your show? The one you put in harm’s way? Or how you cared about the rest of the Washouts after that stunt caused you all to disband due to legal issues? Really looking out for them, weren’t you? Or the time before that with the tornado incident that got you kicked out of the Wonderbolts? Oh right, right. You never made it into the Wonderbolts, making you a never-was! Let’s face it Lightning; your special talent is being a repeat failure!

Lightning: [Lengthy silence]

Moondancer: [Elongated sigh]

Lightning: Feel better?

Moondancer: …A little. Lightning, I’m sorry. I only sort of meant what I said. This job, it's…and you, you're…

Lightning: A bitch. I know. Been told that a lot. But hey, good for you. A mare’s got to vent sometime, you know.

Moondancer: You’re…taking this surprisingly well. I would have thought you’d be screaming back at me. Biting my head off or bringing a snow cloud into the cabin…

Lightning: Heh, I’ve got a thicker coat than that. And who said I wouldn’t get back at you eventually?

Moondancer: Wait, what did you-

Lightning: So, what did you find? Hopefully all that research found something juicy. Like Gally was a complete wimp who liked to crossdress and pretend he was a pretty, pretty princess?

Moondancer: How would, er, never mind. [Resigned sigh] Well, since you’re now interested, yeah me and Elytra found a few things out. The problem is that it took us a while since there is no cohesive history of the griffins back then. That means that every flock just wrote down their own history the way they saw it so some of it was mismatched.

Lightning: I knew that!

Moondancer: …Right. So, while most of their history is all over the place, one of the things that all the flocks agreed on was that there was a Gradullus! He was known as Gradullus the Vile, Gradullus the Cruel, Gradullus the Unfeeling, Gradullus the Perverse, Gradullus the Despised, and Gradullus the Damned. If the earliest accounts of him are to be trusted then he was more sadistic than we were led to believe. More than once he castrated a fellow griffin, forcing him to wear make-up and pretend to be a hen for his own amusement. He would egg them on for days, asking how much they wanted to lay his eggs and raise his offspring. It is also said that he blinded his own father, binding him to a stone, and forcing him to listen as he raped his mother and sisters until they broke. In the end, they gave birth to his first eggs and begged to have him do it to them again. And that was before he became a warbird! He eventually had to leave his own flock when they tried to collectively hang, gut, burry him alive, behead, and something involving a massive oven.

Lightning: Ok, not much of a griffin of the flock.

Moondancer: And that was his more innocent days. Once he and his offspring were on their own, he started his own flock which proceeded to hunt the rest of his kind. For the next fifty moons, they would loot whoever he wanted, without warning, and take everything. Those few who escaped could only tell tales of how they were humiliated, demoralized for days or weeks, de-masculinized. The hens were turned into submissive slaves who lived only to serve him and breed more of his offspring.

Lightning: Wow. Just…I think I…How did he die?

Moondancer: No griffin knows. After he stopped being spotted, the various flocks all began to claim that they were the ones who took him down alone. Some griffins even singling out one or two of their best, raising their deeds up high, claiming that it was because of them that all were free of Gradullus and thus all other flocks should give tribute to them. But without proof, no griffin was willing to do so. No body to bury or anything that could hint that he was dead. And no griffin could ever show them the way to where he lived. The place the Being gave him.

The Being. Isn’t odd that that’s all the description we have, the only word they all seem to use. Wouldn’t demon or something make more sense? If it were Discord, well, he would have had his name plastered everywhere. Though, come to think of it, Discord doesn’t strike me as someone who would make a deal with this guy. He’s a spirit of Chaos, not evil. And given his history he’d be more likely to turn it into something silly or have things go not as Gradullus wanted. Maybe another spirit like Discord? If there was one there could be…

Lightning! Are you paying attention?!?

Lightning: What? Oh, yeah. I’m paying attention. I was just…

Moondancer: [Exasperated sigh] Right. Of course you were. Hey, does it feel like the zeppelin is moving fas-?

Lightning: You know, you were wrong. About me not caring. I…I did care. A lot actually. I just wasn’t thinking back then.

Moondancer: …What?

Lightning: [Frustrated groan] I cared! I really did! The Washouts. I…I created them, I gave us all a place where we could show off just how cool we were. Show the Wonderbolts what they tossed aside! The feeling of pride I got when that filly looked up to me, wanting to be more like me. It was amazing! But then we got hit with that lawsuit for endangering…I had to watch my dream die right in front of my eyes all over again. Both times because of me. Now I guess that’s all ponies are going to remember me for. Bet I’ll get names like Gradullus. Lightning the Failure. Lightning the Foalhater. Lightning the Loser.

Moondancer: Lightning I…I didn’t mean to suggest that-

Lightning: I know. I just wish that somepony out there understood what it’s like to watch your world come crashing down in flames all around you. And knowing that you were at least a little to blame.

Moondancer: [Weary sigh] You’d be surprised, Lightning.

Lightning: Yeah right.

Moondancer: I mean it I- Ok, it can’t just be me! The zeppelin is moving faster!

Lightning: Look, I’m trying for once to be serious. But if you want me to drop it…I…ok, I think you’re right, we ar- [A series of heavy, cacophonous crashes, interspersed with screams] AAAHAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Moondancer: Lightning! Hold on to something! Oh my! Oh my! Nonononononono.

Lightning: [Sustained pained screaming]! It’s broken! It’s broken!

Moondancer: Calm down. Just…Just get away from the window and let me look at- Oh Sweet Celestia, it’s not supposed to bend like that!

Lightning: YOU THINK?! DO SOMETHING!

Moondancer: JUST HOLD ON! HOLD ON! PLEASE JUST HO-

[Recording abruptly ends]

Document 008-4: Journal entries written by Researcher Moondancer

Day 17: Crash doesn’t know what happened. One moment we were flying peacefully in the air and the next we were taken in by a powerful air current. It knocked our zeppelin around pretty bad until we made a crash landing.

What we landed on however, is something that shouldn’t be. I wish one of our cameras had survived the crash so I could document it because words can only do so much. It looks like a disk made of stone, vast and held up by three mountains high above the clouds! And despite this, there is plant life all around us with waterfalls going over the edges of the plate! The temperature is warm, just below tropical conditions! It feels so…inviting.

The damage to the zeppelin is pretty bad. Most of the equipment was destroyed so we can’t take any readings on the area and our ability to make observations is limited. As such, I was only able to give my best estimates on the dimensions of this island in the mountains, written in the appropriate records. There was also damage done to the hull, but thankfully that can be fixed rather easily. The engine, on the other hoof, took a beating. So much so that Hard Hat’s temper has been put in a time out as he feels the gravity of the situation. He is even willing to work with Crash to try and salvage what they can in order to fix it as it seems like it might be our only way down. Elytra has already tried flying away from the mountains with little success. According to her, she keeps getting pushed back by the winds and the rock surface is too smooth to make any sort of climb down. It may be possible for me to use my magic, but I lack the power to take such a large group. Even going down once, with one or two of us, might prove to be a one way trip.

Thankfully, we only had one serious injury: Lightning Dust. When we were thrown around, she…she tried to fly and was thrown against a window. Her wing is broken. Thankfully I was able to set it and it is already beginning to heal. In time, I believe she will recover with no lasting issues.

I hope. For the moment, I have ordered her to stay in bed.

Summer Breeze has already begun looking around at the vegetation. While we still have plenty of rations to keep us fed, they will not last forever and we have no idea how long it will be till we can either leave under our own power or through rescue. So finding an alternative food source might be in our best interests. She is hopeful and has found a river not too far from where we had crashed. I am looking at our water purifier right now, trying to fix it as I take note of what happened today.

Day 18: Excitement! It seems like some creature spotted our crash landing and came to investigate this morning! But imagine my surprise to see our zeppelin surrounded on all sides by large griffins!

The welcome we have received feels a little odd. A pony would think that any creature who had lived here for perhaps their entire life would be more hostile or scared by our presence. Especially griffins. Yet none of those that approached us carried with them a single weapon, nor did they appear hostile considering their imposing height! To add to this the leader of the group, a griffin named Grand, spoke both clearly and calmly that they meant us no harm. That they wished to provide us with aid. That there would be a welcoming feast in our honor.

Given that we were outnumbered already with who knows how many more in the area, as well as not wanting to offend the only creature who might be able to provide some form of comfort, I agreed to the feast. However, we took certain steps in order to keep ourselves safe. Lightning was going to be the only one left behind, rations left beside her bed, since her presence would only be more of a hinderance given her current state. As for the rest, I ordered that we all remain together with no creature straying more than a few feet from the rest of the group. Should something go wrong, the plan was for me to teleport us all back to the zeppelin where we could hopefully hole up and plan our next move.

As we walked, I asked Grand a bit about this place. He was surprisingly forthcoming, not holding anything back. He said that this was their home, and had been that way for as long as any could remember. As for the details, he claimed that they had been lost seeing how it was so long ago. Whether I believe him or not, is a matter for later. Again, upsetting him or the rest of the flock here would not do us any good.

Their home was something else. If I had to guess, we traveled all the way to the center of the land mass. There, the architecture reminds me of old Pegasi cloud builds filled with rows of columns and wall-less buildings. Just by looking at them, I can tell that they have all been made of white marble and have been kept in good condition. They have even built a canal system which flows through the town, filling up a public bathing area as well as their fountains and a couple nearby lakes! The number of griffins here is staggering, all of them walking or flying about peacefully. But while the males hold their heads up high, the hens seem to have a more submissive stance to them as they move at what feels like a respectful distance away from their male counterparts. It did not take me long to realize that this place had a patriarchal system in place.

Even more shocking were the number of ponies! I believe by the end of the day I spotted thirty or so but there could be more. Quickly, I had asked about this and Grand explained that they all made their way here! And if that is true, then that must mean that there’s a way for us to get down!

But, while this gives me hope, I am worried. All of the ponies I have seen are mares. Where are all the stallions?

Meals, it turns out, are all served in an open plaza. Each meal, every meal according to Grand. We were seated at a long, circular marble table with mares and hens walking into the middle and serving us. Or, at least, some of them were. The rest were under the table, sucking the cocks of the griffins with a gusto I could barely believe! They were moaning loudly, slobbering along their shafts as if they contained their favorite food. The few words I managed to hear from my location seemed to suggest that they were praising the men, complimenting their dicks as if they were the greatest thing in all creation. Then, once all the plates were served, the mares and hens asked US if we wished to be pleased. I am happy that only Hard Hat eagerly agreed while the rest of my crew maintained a proper level of restraint as they politely refused. Our hosts did not seem insulted by this refusal.

We have just now returned to the zeppelin with our stomachs full of the fresh fruit they served. Grand has offered us all a place to stay, within their settlement with no strings attached. I refused him as politely as I could, telling him that we need to be as close to our craft as possible and we do not wish to abuse his hospitality. The smile he gave was a little unnerving, but he otherwise accepted my refusal before telling all of us that the offer would always be open. Hard Hat so far has been the only one to complain, whining that we could have nicer beds and fresher foods before calling me a few things that made me want to force his mouth shut with my magic. Summer accepted my decision, but has expressed a desire to see how they prepared their meals in order to learn. Crash and Elytra both looked as uncomfortable as I was during the meal and seemed glad when I refused.

What I haven’t told them is that this place worries me more than I have so far let on. The griffins here are too nice. Too friendly. Something is going on here.

Day 19: Something is wrong! So horny. So horny. All day, since I awoke it feels like there is a fire burning within my cunt. I feel like I am in heat. Fuck! I need to cum again! Need to climax all over my bed and scream. I don’t care who hears me and neither do the others! I can hear all of them cumming over and over again. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I think I-I have cum at least two dozen times already.

Dreams. I had dreams. In a cave. It was dark and smelled like a stallion’s cum. I was crawling there, on the ground without my sweater on. So were the others, all of us crawling towards a black griffin who stroked his long cock as we approached him. He smiled at us, pointing his cock in our faces before shooting his white load. I cried out as the warmth hit me, bathing me in its glory. I felt like all was right with the world. All I wanted was to be washed in cum, to bathe in it! Want it more. Want it inside me! I need to be fucked. So I turn around, presenting my pussy to this great griffin as I lick more cum off the floor. I wait for him. I need HIM! Need I NeEd. Need.

I need

Need HIS Cock

Day 21: I…owe Lightning Dust everything. We all do. More so now as I look at what I had written in my more delirious state.

It has been a few days since we were invited to the feast, the desires we all had fading a little each day. With a certain degree of certainty (and comparing my writing now from my last entry) I can say that I am thinking more clearly as is the rest of my crew. Though I admit to wanting to masturbate, and have so far at least ten times today, the need isn’t nearly as all consuming as it had been.

Anyways, yesterday morning, I saw that the expedition was in a similar state. Still horny, but more in control. I suspect that maybe the food we ate last night might have had something to do with it. This is helped by the fact that Lightning is the only one among us who wasn’t there and is acting normal. I wish I could have done some tests, however with my mind and body in such a state I felt it to be unwise to try anything with my magic. None of the surviving equipment can help. With no other options, I ordered that we would remain in our cabins with Lightning bringing us all water and rations.

Hard Hat and Crash seemed the most affected. Crash had been having intercourse with Summer that morning, I could smell it on both of them. And his cock was still out of its sheath, dripping pre-cum everywhere. His eyes looked almost like he was still dreaming. Hard Hat, on the other hoof, was jerking himself off at the table. When I issued the order to stop, he went into a rage, telling me that I couldn’t tell him what to do. With my mind as hazy as it was, I reacted too slowly to cast a freezing spell as he charged at me. It was only thanks to Lightning bucking him in the face that he…well, he might have done something I don’t want to write about. At the very least, his outburst and what might have happened seemed to snap all of the others back to their senses for the moment.

Right now we are still all in our cabins and I can feel the effects of whatever this is fading fast. As of today, I have only needed to cum five times, each one feeling less powerful than when this all began. Lightning is, well, being Lightning and teasing me about some of the things I said while reaching my climax. And, in an odd way, I am grateful for it. It’s a bit of the normal that I wish to return to as soon as possible.

I have spoken to Elytra about what happened that night when we went to the feast. I firmly believe that something was put in our food. Elytra, however, wants to give the griffins the benefit of the doubt. Summer had checked the food and had given us the green light, claiming it was good. She also pointed out the possibility that the food might contain a natural aphrodisiac, one that the locals have simply become immune to. While I am very, very doubtful about this Elytra raised one argument that I find hard to dispute: if their intent was to drug us, why didn’t they take us by force? They had the numbers to do so? Also, why let us return to our zeppelin? I have no answer to give.

But, I am still bothered by my dreams. Though they have begun to fade, the same one repeats every night.

Day 22: The whole crew is feeling more like themselves. This, sadly, includes Hard Hat who is back to his yelling at everyone. We are all still a little horny, myself needing to climax three times so far, but we are able to focus on the task at hoof. Or claw.

As for the dreams, I have decided to ask the crew about their own. Much to my shock, we have all been having identical dreams. Elytra is still defending the griffins, claiming there could be magical properties here of which we are as of yet unaware. Thankfully, the rest of the expedition seems to realize just how serious this matter is. It would be impossible for all of us to have the same dream without any prior context as written by Dream Bard the Wise. I wish I had brought his book with us (damn you weight limit!) for he had written in great detail about dream manipulation via words, song, and magic.

Based on what I can remember, this would have to be either a magically induced dream state or our dreams were linked by an outside force. I am dubious about the second option since there is only one being in recorded history who has the power to link dreams: Princess Luna. If this was her doing, I believe that she would have made herself known to us. That, and I am unaware of the range of her dream magic.

Once more I have reiterated my point on eating and drinking from our own supplies. Hard Hat has complained about this, yelling that those supplies are starting to get stale. And without the water purifier, we will run out of drinkable water soon. Lightning hit him. It was good.

Day 23: Still working on the water purifier. As much as it pains me to say this, it might be beyond my power to repair. There are parts of it that seem warped. Still, I am doing what I can and trying to help keep everycreature's spirits up.

The world outside of our zeppelin is like a siren's call. Hard to ignore how pleasant every day seems to appear. The others are asking me if they can go out for various reasons. Summer wants to go out and see if there is any food out there we can eat. Crash is getting fed up with Hard Hat, wanting to spread his wings and get his mind off of our trouble. Hard Hat wants to see the griffins again, claiming he wants to see if they have anything he can use, though I think he might have more carnal reasons. Elytra also wants to see the griffins and study their culture, as well as meeting with all the ponies here. I will admit, there is a part of me that wants to agree so much. To study and document this society would be a dream come true. But then I think of that smile Grand gave me and I return to my work.

Lightning is back in bed, grumbling the entire time.

Day 26: I feel like a mom even more so than before.

Today I agreed to let every creature go out. But this is more due to their insistence than anything else as I was bombarded all day with requests to go out, making it impossible to get any work done. They were so insistent that, had I said no, I fear they would have turned against me.

So with the help of Summer, I made them all lunches and gave it to them as they headed out the door. Hard Hat acted like a spoiled colt as I gave him his meal and I felt like he would have thrown it in my face had the others not been there. I am really getting sick of him. If it weren’t for the fact that I need him working on the engine, I would have locked him up somewhere until we could get back home.

It was just me and Lightning today as I tried to work on the water purifier. She convinced me to take some time off from it and play cards with her, claiming it would help. According to her, whenever she couldn’t figure out a problem, walking away from it for a bit always helps. Usually it was flying. And, much to my surprise, when I came back to my deck I began to notice things I hadn’t before. I’m still nowhere near finished with it, but I feel like I made significant progress.

Elytra, as I expected, returned with some progress. When she returned, she seemed a little giddy at all she had discovered as well as how well she was blending in to help with her research. Not too hard for a changeling I guess. But I do have some concerns about how she is going about it. Namely following with the mares, helping them throughout their day and being treated just like them. She says it's to help gain their trust so they’ll be more open to talking to her, yet I still had to voice my concern about letting them treat her as if she were nothing more than a sex toy. Elytra says she doesn’t mind some humiliation as long as we get some information to take back with us. That and possibly finding a way out of here. I’m not happy about it, but I do see some of her logic. We all knew when we joined this organization that we might have things done to us. Still I told her that if she ever felt uncomfortable with what they were doing to her to leave. Her wellbeing is still important, regardless of whatever potential benefits we get in return.

She agreed and is now writing up her own reports which will be in the official files.

Day 28: Nothing much to report. Still working on the purifier with only Lightning as company. The others were out again. I have set a curfew, much to the groaning of Hard Hat who is still acting like a spoiled colt in this matter. The others nodded, thankfully, as they understood my concerns.

Summer is having a hard time with the local plant life. The fruits she had been bringing back all look off and neither of us can put our hooves on why. She has tried a few things to test and see if they are ok to eat, including her magic. But as soon as she did, she began to feel dizzy. I have never seen any plant do that. Maybe something similar to the Plunder Vines, but these look harmless. Still holding off on eating them.

Elytra says that the hens and mares are opening up more. I am troubled, however, by how she managed to gain this. Elytra found that many of the griffins were curious to see how a changeling compared to the others. How deep she could take their cocks into her maw. How her lower juices tasted. It was when she allowed these males to ‘partake in her body’ (as she puts it) that the other females began to see her as one of them. It seems like they all take a great pride in using their bodies to serve the males. She says that she has not let any of them fuck her yet.

It’s the 'yet' part that I’m most worried about.

Day 32: The days are starting to feel like a blur. A lazy, lazy blur. I’ve been feeling a need to go outside more and more, to stretch my legs a bit while I explore this island in the mountains. But I have resisted thus far. The others are staying out later, sometimes coming close to missing the curfew.

That’s been leaving me alone with Lightning more and more, longer and longer. I keep walking away from the purifier, cuddling up next to her claiming I need to in order to relax my brain. But the truth is, I just want to feel her warmth pressing up next to me. Breathing in her scent a little longer. Then I drag myself away from her to work on the purifier, telling myself that the sooner I fix this thing the sooner it’ll be done with. Then I won’t have to leave Lightning like that.

Maybe it’s the loneliness that’s doing this to me, bringing back the memories of when I isolated myself from the world. Before we crash landed here, I was surrounded by others. Now, only Lightning stays here with me. Perhaps only because she needs to thanks to her wing.

When it's healed, will she stay? And can I handle being all alone again?

Day 36: There’s no easy way to say it: I gave in and had sex with Lightning. One moment, we were just on the bed as the light was shining down upon us through her window, then the next moment she kisses me on the cheek. I responded by kissing her back, on the neck. One thing lead to another and I soon found my tongue deep inside her slit lapping away at her juices. Her voice, begging me and saying that she was a bad filly who needed to be punished, was music to my ears. She grew wetter as I played along, telling her that I would punish the naughty filly. Oh wow, never expected her to be a submissive lover.

I can’t believe I’m going to write this down but…I USED MY HORN ON HER. Not magic, but sliding my horn deep inside her pussy! I slammed it inside her over and over again, using it like a dildo until she had an explosive orgasm and screamed so loud that the others heard her from outside!

Now here I am, laying in bed next to Lightning as I levitate this journal and quill. Maybe I just want to write it down so I know this isn’t a dream. That when I wake up, I’ll know why I was sleeping next to Lightning. Or…in case this only lasts as long as Lightning feels like it. I’m not sure. I hope I’m not some tool to be used to keep her from getting bored.

Day 45: The water purifier is GONE! I have searched the entire zeppelin and can’t find it. I had hoped to write down today that it was finished, me and Lightning ready to test it today to see if our patchwork collaboration had yielded any success!

Right now, Lightning is the only one who I know didn’t take it. She was asleep next to me when I woke up. I would have felt her getting up.

Nothing else to write about.

Day 51: THE UNTHINKABLE HAPPENED TODAY!

We were all sitting down for breakfast and Hard Hat started yelling again. It was about how stale the rations were getting, that he was sick of it, and so on. But he clamped up when I told him to shut up! The first time and I barely raised my voice! He just did as I told him to and sat down with his head lowered. He has never done that!

I just stared at him until I noticed something else. He seemed different. With the equipment I still have, I decided to give him a quick checkup to see if my concerns were correct. He obeyed my orders without question, letting me measure everything without a hint of complaint, though I will admit he blushed when I measured certain parts of him.

But I was right! Even as I wrote everything down in the official records, I had to keep glancing over at him. I wanted to double check all the equipment just to make sure nothing was damaged, only stopping when I reminded myself that I had already gone over everything weeks ago! Hard Hat’s muzzle has gotten smaller, more rounded, and his size and weight have also decreased! He’s almost smaller than me! His mane has gotten longer, seemingly more feminine now along with many of his other features. Even his cock, which I had seen at the table when he stroked it that one time, is only a tenth of the length it had been. His balls, remarkably smaller. I also tested his ejaculation volume, only having to call off the test after an hour of him producing nothing.

How could I have missed this? It…It must have been gradual with the passing of these lazy days.

After Hard Hat, I decided to check with Crash. The results are the same; he too is displaying features more akin to the females of his kind. Size diminished.

What is the most frightening of all is the fact that neither of them were concerned!

Day 52: I’m horny AGAIN! Why is this happening?

All I did today was have sex with Lightning. She matched me orgasm for orgasm. And when we weren’t having sex, we were rubbing our pussies in front of each other in different locations! At one point I was seated on the mess table, where we all normally eat, rubbing my cunt with my hoof and spreading it wide with my magic in front of Lightning. All I could think about was how exciting it would be if the rest of the crew came in and saw me like this!

I have enough sense left over to know something is wrong. Lightning, maybe. She

She

Fuck

Day 55: Managed to get a hold of the situation once more. I will try and explain what has happened over the last couple of days, though I do so with a pained heart.

After that first day of feeling horny, the dreams came back. I can remember clearly crawling on the stone floor towards the black griffin who leers at us as we debase ourselves before him. Only this time Lightning was there next to me, our pussies dripping wet at the thought that soon we would have his mar, his cum. As one we present ourselves to him and, as I turn around, I can see a mare that looks like Hard Hat and a smaller hippogriff that reminds me of Crash. But neither of their gender changes bothered me. In fact, I seemed to welcome it as they did for they knew their pl- seemed to enjoy it. I remember wanting cock so much, begging the griffin to rut me like the dirty little whore that I was. Then we were all sprayed with cum again, that same feeling as before returning.

But the dream didn’t end. It continued. The griffin ordered Elytra to approach, to experience the glory that was his cock. She climbed up and I remember feeling envious as she sank onto his shaft. I could see everything, every detail as he entered her pussy. And so, in order to win his favor, me and Lightning began to put on a lesbian show for him to watch. We fucked each other hard, moaning loudly how we wished to have a cock that would satisfy us. We rubbed the cum on our bodies onto each other, licking it off, and then he grabbed me by the flank-

And then I woke up.

I know it was a dream, but I am now glad I woke up when I did for something tells me that something might have happened to me had it continued.

After that, I managed to focus my mind on trying to figure out how this could have happened to us after so much time spent here. I went to the most obvious source hoping and praying that it wasn’t it…but it was. Using the spell Summer had used, I was able to find that something is in our food supply. Not all of it, thankfully, but most of it. As I write this down, we have about four and a half days worth of food left between me and Lightning.

How it got like this, I don’t know. Could there be some magic at work, slowly infecting it? Or is it my crew. Either option is unpleasant to think of.

The crew is now rarely coming back. Some come back late into the night while the others just remain outside. I think they have taken up residence in the settlement.

I did see Hard Hat today, first time since I became afflicted. His transformation into a mare is almost complete. His sheath has nearly completely vanished and a small slit has appeared right under his ponut. The formation of a clit has begun as well. All of his prior anger has vanished as Hard Hat seemed more docile than ever, saying he she had to get back as soon as possible.

After seeing Hard Hat like this, I decided to check Elytra’s notes and reports. Most of the notes detail the daily life that females here lead, and what she did in order to become closer to them. Near the end, I see that she had begun having interviews with some of the mares. Why didn’t she tell me though? I had asked her about that several times.

While glancing over a few of the names, one of them stuck out and made my legs tremble. Boldly Go. A pegasus who we know had gone exploring in this area, hoping to get a book deal out of it. Perhaps a more grounded version of the Daring Do books. But Boldly Go was a stallion! Here, Elytra writes him down as a mare. After seeing Hard Hat, I do not question it. But I have to wonder if Elytra knew who Boldly was? Did she think that this mare was just another pony with the same name? Had she asked her questions, trying to figure out what was going on? I cannot say for her questions give me no insight into her mind. Oh Elytra, why didn’t you talk to me about this?

According to Boldly, he had been exploring the mountains without incident until he spotted the [REDACTED] mountains. Excited, he had gone towards them, but how he had gotten up, he did not remember. All he remembered was closing his eyes at the base of the mountain and when he opened them he was in the settlement surrounded by the griffins who welcomed him. Never did he mention that he had once been a stallion and I fear he might have forgotten it completely. Fully accepting his new form, his new gender. He then went on to recount his time including how he she had given birth to a griffin cub once so far and looks forward to doing so again.

From there, her notes become more perverse and spread out by the days. Her writing, once clear and legible, has degraded. Her sentences are becoming sloppy, her capitalization all over the place. In some spots she stops to talk about how horny she is or how good a griffin cock tastes for what seems like forever. Her last entry talks about some rite that the other mares and hens want her to do along with the others. Including me and Lightning.

Day 56: Lightning doesn’t think I should be writing this down, but for my own sake I feel like I must. If something happens to me, I can hide this journal somewhere on this mountain of insanity and perhaps it can help warn some other poor soul of what is happening. Maybe even the Foundation might find it so they can understand.

Today we went out looking for the crew. Lightning’s wing has healed up, but she can’t fly as quickly as she could prior to her injury. She claims she’s just out of practice. My magic will be needed to keep us safe. Together we followed the path that the crew has made in their numerous trips. Along the way, we spotted a pile of our rations and food that I had been handing out to them. I checked and found a few things that were still edible but the rest had rotted away in the sun.

We have done our best to stay out of sight once we were close enough to the settlement. We found them all near one of the lakes, all of them in service of the griffins. Elytra, Summer, and Crash seem to have been claimed by Grand who guards them fiercely, screeching loudly at anygriff who approaches them and interrupts their worship of his cock. I can barely believe that that is the same Elytra I met at the start of the journey, deep throating a cock. After spraying a load into her throat, he goes to mount Summer and ruts her as Crash spreads his her legs to show off her newly and fully formed pussy. All signs that she was ever a male are gone.

Hard Hat was humiliated the entire day, lead around on a leash and given orders. Told to fetch things and berated when he failed. A crop was used many times, Hard’s voice completely changed into that of a mare’s. She was later put into a stockade, rutted time after time without rest. Even from where he hid, we could hear Hard thanking them for the rutting. That she will be a good cock sleeve, birthing many cubs and hens for her masters. Praising them till her voice became frail.

When it was over, they were lead back to the settlement. We watched as they were brought to a stairway at the base of a statue. A statue depicting the griffin I have seen in my dreams.

As they descended out of sight, I realize what a fool I have been! This is the land of Gradullus! And I think he might still be here. Down there in that darkness that hides his evil from the light. Down there as his prey is brought to him, turning them into his latest conquests. Destroying their very beings until they are these twisted mockeries that live only to birth more of his foul line. Lightning thinks I’m going mad, but what other explanation could there be? No griffin ever found his body. Wouldn’t it make sense that something as evil as Gradullus would wish to enjoy his perversion, to relish in this land for all time?

I am glad Lightning isn’t Rainbow Dash. Had she been, we would not have turned our backs on those who are lost. Now all we can do is save ourselves.

Day 57: The zeppelin is on fire. Our notes, recording, everything is up in flames. They must know we know. We have been hiding all day, always on the move. They search the land and sky and it will be only a matter of time before we are caught. Our former friends aid them, calling out to us to join them. They-

Day ??: Lightning told me I have been out for several days due to magical exhaustion. But who can tell how much time is passing when you can’t see the sun or the stars or the moon. Only the endless howling of a raging wind as it tries to push us back to the mountains of Gradullus.

We were found. I had to use my magic to try and escape. And better we die than lose everything that makes us who we are. It took everything I had and more, the last thing I remember being caught by Lightning high above the ground. After I passed out, Lightning managed to find some abandoned gear that will help us survive. But for how long, I have no idea. We will need to rely on each other.

I hope we can make it back to the Foundation. No, we need to get back. I managed to save some of the recordings I’ve made along with the journal. With it I can convince them that something needs to happen. We need to block this area up in a massive, forty mile wall. We need to destroy it completely and keep that wretched evil from ever getting the chance to escape. For if it does, those griffins will consume everything.

LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE IS REQUIRED

Document 008-5: Hansard of Site Director Tail Blaze's speech at an inter-facility discussion regarding ESCP-008's containment protocols

Thank you for your input so far, fillies and gentlecolts. Before I begin, I would like to extend my condolensces to Researcher Moondancer and Agent Lightning Dust for their tribulations in their discovery of ESCP-008, most noticeably the loss of their team. Their dedication to the Foundation should never be forgotten, and their success here should be commemorated in no uncertain terms. Without their efforts, we would be floundering in the dark, and it is they who have paid the price for their dutiful actions. In keeping with this, I believe that there is more we can do. We understand very little about this anomaly, and what we do understand paints a very dire picture. I took it upon myself to research the legend of Gradullus the Vile, perusing all the texts I could find on the subject, and coming away with a clear picture of that with which we are dealing. Some of you may say that all we have currently is the report of a single mare, and a witness who can support her testimony. I agree; we find ourselves lacking the familiar level of knowledge. Normally, this would be a cause for concern. However, the testimony of this mare resulted in the registering of an ESCP designation on a location accepted to be anomalous. If we doubt her testimony, then we doubt the necessity of this designation. If we believe in her testimony, then the level of intelligence we have on this ESCP demands further investigation. Before I make my case as to what we can offer, allow me to remind the chamber that we have adopted more than a mere ESCP designation for this anomalous location. We have assigned this figure, Gradullus, or whatever it may be, a number and an entry in the esteemed files of our grand database. It is now Person of Interest 434, more than a mere legend. Likewise, its tribal followers have been adopted as Group of Interest 25, acknowledged to be benefactors of, and perhaps products of, an anomalous location. To reiterate, this ESCP is home to POI-434 and GOI-25. In addition, I believe there is a detail that requires more attention from the Foundation, something that was overlooked in its haste to declare the threat contained. I would like everycreature present to listen to this line taken directly from the diary of Researcher Moondancer; "A pony would think that any creature who had lived here for perhaps their entire life would be more hostile or scared by our presence. Especially griffins. Yet none of those that approached us carried with them a single weapon, nor did they appear hostile considering their imposing height." This, I believe, has gone entirely unnoticed by the Foundation as a whole. Perhaps inadvertently, Researcher Moondancer has provided us with the most important detail she could have ever provided. These griffins, as she says, are imposing, tall, and unarmed. These griffins are products of harems and concubinal relationships with females of all species, as verified by Researcher Moondancer's testimony. They are large, strong, and evidently fearless. I did not rise to my rank in an organisation dedicated to investigating the anomalous by sitting on coincidence; I believe these griffins are anomalous creations, or, at the very least, bear anomalous properties resulting from an anomalous means used to conceive them. Given the nature of this environment and the identity of its suspected proprietor, I believe we ought to treat this situation far more seriously. To summarise, we are an organisation dedicated to thoroughly and exhaustively examining and investigating the anomalous, and containing it so that the dangers do not spill over to harm the innocent. Our sole source of information on an ESCP comes from the very mare who initially discovered it, and from her testimony, we derived an ESCP designation for a hidden utopia perfect for a supervillain's lair, a Person of Interest designation for a being believed to be the very same Grandullus the Vile who once terrorised and subjugated the surrouding land and societies, and a Group of Interest designation for an army of anomalous spawn birthed unnaturally from the capture and conversion of any and all who enter this domain. Those who do not see the threat and see no reason to devote more resources to containment and preparation perhaps ought to reconsider their position as a site director. I, for one, am pledging all available resources at my disposal for this cause. Before I yield my speaking position, I have one final statement to make. I know there will be those of you here who say this in response; ESCP-008 is a static location, and does nothing to draw in new victims, so long as we steer wandering creatures away, and so extra containment is a waste of resources. This is a line we should keep for those who lack clearance, not as a sincere fallacy for the sake of comfort. Make no mistake, friends and colleagues; ESCP-008 does not need to move, because that is not its design. It exists as a haven for cruelty, tyranny, and barbarism, and its inhabitants have no interest in engaging us, as yet. That is not the point. The point is this; we cannot enter and leave as we please, because the choice is not ours. Why must we wait until we realise that POI-434 is the one who decides what leaves, and when? When he has large enough army to resume his conquests? I pray that day does not arrive soon, but if our only expedition to that dark site is any indication, I fear it may. Prepare.