The rug running the length of the central corridor of the Red Chambers was thick enough to swallow the sound of their paws completely. But that didn’t mean the place was silent.

Far from it.

In fact, the sounds Gallus heard were enough to build up a massive tent in his pants. He eyed Giselle and couldn’t help but notice that even she was affected by the sounds leaking from behind the doors. Thumping, banging, moaning, and squealing filled the air. All like some mad symphony created by spiking an entire town’s water supply with a lust potion.

To be here, now, was every young male griffon’s dream. To get to participate…

“You…” Giselle coughed a few times, blushing brightly as she struggled to get the huskiness out of her voice. “You know that the Red Chambers only hold those who’ve ‘lost’ in the Championship. The Greens dwell in a set of suites at the very top of the coliseum. The Idol affects them in very different ways…”

“You’re telling me all of this so you don’t have to focus on everything happening around you, right?” Gallus quipped with a little smirk.

“Is it that obvious?” Giselle huffed as they rounded a corner.

“They’re kind of hard to ignore…”

“No kidding.”

They strode through a three-story hallway, easily wide enough for five griffons to walk side-by-side. Thick tapestries of red and violet decorated most of the walls, each of them showing a griffoness in the grip of passion, the Idol of Aventa or a griffon surrounded by happy chicks. The doors were simple wooden affairs with dark iron bands holding them together. Light streamed in from somewhere up above, probably another set of mirrors reflecting the sun like they had in the Idol Chamber. The entire place had the sense of being nearly timeless, yet very well-maintained.

“We just taking a tour… or…?” Gallus prompted as he ran a claw around his collar.

“Of course not,” Giselle replied with a snort. “I have someone for you to meet. You’ve already met a Green and a Red who’s fully adapted to her new gender—I’m very glad you two have hit it off, by the way. Gemma is a sweet thing. Anyway, I thought you should meet a fresh Red. One you may already know.”

Gallus didn’t even bother questioning her about Gemma. It didn’t surprise him in the least that Giselle had orchestrated events to get Gemma, Gallus and maybe even Smolder in bed together.

Finally, Giselle came to a stop at a seemingly random door. Above the door was a set of runes Gallus couldn’t quite read. Giselle glanced at them, then knocked three times in quick succession. The two of them waited for almost a full minute, surrounded by the sounds of passion and lust, until the door finally opened.

The shape was different. A lot of things were different. But there was no mistaking that slate gray coat and feathers.

“Gerad?!” Gallus shouted, his eyes bulging out at the sight of his former opponent.

“It’s… um…” the petite griffon female giggled softly, wrapped only in a nearly transparent white shift. “It’s actually Gerie, now. Gerad doesn’t really… well, fit, you know?”

Gallus took a step back as he tried to process what he was seeing. The hulking brute that had nearly driven Gallus into losing his first bout of the Championship was now over half a foot shorter than Gallus. She had slim arms and legs, with a cute beak, shy gray eyes and delicate tassels hanging from her mane of feathers atop her head. To Gallus’s surprise, the new female wasn’t busty or shapely. In fact, she was pretty thin with a small bust, barely any hips and dainty feet.

“This… this is Gerad?” Gallus demanded, turning to Giselle. “That brute who almost planted me in the dirt?”

Gerie blushed and looked away while Giselle nodded. “The Idol doesn’t just change someone from male to female, Gallus. Some time ago, we had philosophers suggested that every griffon had a ‘perfect male self’ and a ‘perfect female self.’ Many griffons who undergo the change find themselves looking far different than they would if you were to slap breasts on their chests, pad their asses and swap out their equipment. Though… it doesn’t happen all at once.”

“So, what?” Gallus demanded, a little unnerved. “Is that the purpose of this? Just to show me that I can be any kind of female I want?”

“Of course not,” Giselle replied, nodding to Gerie. “It’s custom for new Reds to be permitted to request their first lover. Gerie requested that the one who vanquished her be the one to claim her.”

Gallus’s eyes swiveled to meet Gerie’s. This time, Gerie didn’t look away but instead bit her beak in a way that made her look like the perfect griffoness-next-door. He didn’t have any idea why he kept running into that type of griffoness here.

Gerie adjusted her shift, swallowed hard and tried to stand up straight.

“If… if you’re willing,” Gerie murmured. “I… it’s a tradition among my clan, the Cloudblades, that any griffon vanquished in the Featherheart Championship be claimed by the male who vanquished them.”

“Uh, I’m not okay with doing this just because it’s a tradition…” Gallus said, taking another step back and putting up his claws.

“No!” Gerie shook her head so quickly her tassels went flying around her head. “No, it’s… not that… I… look, you’re like, a national hero. I get to go home telling everyone I was defeated by the Gallus. And… well, I’ve sort of had a crush on you since… well, since before all of this… and… I’m babbling aren’t I?”

“Are you supposed to be acting so different?!” Gallus cried, his tail lashing in annoyance. “What’s with that? And why does everyone have a crush on me?!”

“It’s common for repressed personality aspects to come out after Aventa’s Touch,” Giselle provided, looking more than a little amused. “Anyway, you know that every new Red’s needs are heightened until they are taken.”

“Yeah… the Red Heat…” Gallus mumbled.

“As for the crush…” Giselle laughed. “Sooner or later, you’ll need to face the truth, Mister Gallus. You’re a celebrity.”

“I don’t have to like it.”

“But… I do.” Gerie nodded quickly and her blush burned brighter. “Look, it’s okay if you don’t want me or if it’s too weird. I really don’t mind! Really! It’s okay! Really okay!”

Gallus couldn’t take the look of disappointment in the petite griffon’s eyes—no matter what she might have claimed otherwise. She may have once been a hulking beast who’d tried to pound him into senselessness, but right now, she was a barely clothed griffoness who was all but begging to spend some intimate time with him.

Some very intimate time with him.

“I… I guess I can… see what I can do…” Gallus finally said, his own cheeks burning. “I mean—”

Before he could react, Gerie grabbed his arm and yanked him into her quarters. He managed to get one look at Giselle’s smirk before the queen closed the door.

Inside one of the infamous Red Chambers was… well, everything he’d expected. A massive bed against one wall, decked out in red silks complete with velvet curtains, a small glowing window that he suspected was fake—it was hiding behind more curtains—and a couple other doors, probably leading to closets and bathrooms. What he didn’t expect was the wading bath on the far side of the room. It was fed from a small running waterfall that filled the room with the sound of gentle splashing. Gerie had obviously used the bath recently if the wet paw prints and towels were any judge. The hot water filled the air with sweet-smelling steam that seemed to both relax him and arouse him at the same time.

“I can’t believe you actually said yes…” Gerie gushed, squealing just a little. “I… I just can’t believe this is happening.”

Gallus turned to stare at her. “You seem awfully happy about this. You lost all your… you know… male parts! Because of me!”

“Okay, that’s just cute.” Gerie laughed and rolled her eyes. “Being a female is so much better than being a male. The sensation of your breasts on your chest, the freedom between your legs, the feeling of your own curves… not to mention the orgasms! Not to mention that I was defeated three times by other males before you outsmarted me.”

Gallus sputtered out something totally incomprehensible.

“Look, Gallus.” Gerie stepped forward and put her hands up on his shoulders. Her eyes shone as she looked up at him. “The truth is, I would have been a first-round Green if it hadn’t been for my family. They’re Patriarchists, at least most of them. If I willingly went Green, they would have disowned me. But if I lost to the Gallus? No one can fault me! I’ve been waiting for this chance forever!”

“You… you have?”

To Gallus’s shock, Gerie stepped up on tiptoes to give him a peck on the beak.

“Every male has that little voice inside that craves being female,” Gerie said, her claws sliding down his arms and grasping his claws. “Every male wants it in some way. I know even you do. So much of griffon society is about ignoring that voice! Right here, right now, we don’t have to. We can give in! I’ve been waiting for this day for years. And I think you’ve been waiting for it, too!”

“I have not!” Gallus huffed, yanking his hands away so he could cross his arms. “I’m perfectly fine being male!”

“You’ve been living in Equestria, where all of the rulers are female and the saviors of the country are female. By the Winged Goddesses, the saviors of the world are female! How could you not want to be like them?”

“That… doesn’t matter!” Gallus opened his mouth to add more but found all the immediate answers to Gerie’s question to be trite and hollow. “Just because they’re female… I mean…”

“It’s okay,” Gerie said, cupping his cheek. “Right now, I don’t want you to think of me as Gerad anymore. Gerad was what his family demanded he be. Gerie is what I’ve always wanted to be. And Gerie would very much like to thank Gallus for defeating Gerad so Gerie can exist. What do you think?”

Gallus hesitated yet again. This felt like a mistake, but he felt a powerful pull toward Gerie, and not just because she was beautiful. He managed to nod just once.

“Oh, I’m so glad you agree…” Gerie whispered, coming out as a purr as she did something to her shift, allowing it to slip to the ground like a falling leaf. The sheer ease of the way she exposed herself to him took his breath away.

The simple motion left her stunningly and gloriously naked. Considering how she stood there, she knew how she must look to him. She was gray all over—coat and feathers—save for some beautiful brown patterns leading between her legs and under her breasts, as well as thick brown nipples that were already intensely hard. Combined with everything he’d noted before… it was all he could do not to jump her right here and now.

“Do I please you, my savior?” she whispered in a husky, submissive voice that did all sorts of things to Gallus.

“I… uh…”

She stepped forward again and locked beaks with him, her hands wandering over his still-clothed body as she rubbed her very naked body against him. She seemed to take great delight in rubbing her hips against his hardened cock. She pulled back and smiled at him, using a single claw to gently stroke his maleness.

“This’ll have to go, Gallus…”

A bolt of panic exploded through him, making his wings flare as if he needed to fly away. “Wait a second, I didn’t agree—”

Gerie burst into giggles and ignored his protests as her nimble claws undid the clasp on his pants. Only then did he figure out what she’d actually meant. He couldn’t voice it though. She had already slipped his pants down toward his ankles and was playing her tongue against the soft fabric of his straining boxers. He let out a low groan as her hand snaked inside his undergarments to release his hard and trembling maleness.

“Oh my…” she whispered. “You’re quite a bit bigger than I imagined.”

Her eyes flicked up to his. He couldn’t think of anything to say as a soft claw stroked him gently.

“I can’t wait to have it inside of me.”

Then, she lowered her head, wrapped her long tongue around his cock and slid the whole thing into her waiting beak.

Gallus immediately went even more rigid than before.

Oral sex was uncommon among griffons. Hard beaks could make mistakes costly. In fact, his first blowjob had been from Ocellus in her natural form when they’d been out on a date beneath the school’s waterfall. It had been incredible. But even Ocellus’s shapeshifting abilities—and insatiable sex drive—couldn’t compare with what Gerie was doing right now.

Gallus wanted to ask how in the world Gerie knew how to do this so well. But underneath that, he wanted to know more about her need to be female and what she expected to gain from it. After all, it couldn’t be that different, could it?

But questions would have to wait as he felt himself begin to stiffen even further as his balls churned.

“I… I’m a little… uh… pent up…” Gallus tried to warn her as his hips bucked. He hadn’t even gotten his shirt off yet.

The pretty young griffon female giggled softly around his cock, then used a combination of the soft insides of her beak and her talented tongue to do things Gallus would have previously thought was impossible. It was enough to drive him right over the edge.

Gallus erupted with bursts of white liquid. And Gerie caught every burst with an eagerness that made it impossible to think of her as Gerad. Actually, it made it impossible to think at all. Gallus staggered backward and landed with his butt just a few inches shy of the wading bath. The humidity of the room—plus the enormous orgasm—made his head spin.

Finally, his cock stopped exploding, though as expected, it only sagged a little. The Idol of Aventa didn’t just affect males to turn them into females, after all.

“How was that?” Gerie asked as she ran her tongue along her beak, catching a few droplets that had managed to escape.

“That was… that was amazing… how do you even know how to do that? Were you—?”

“Nope!” Gerie giggled again, cutting him off. “Completely straight before becoming a Red. The Idol of Aventa blesses all new females with some inherent skills, some more than others.”

“I’d say you got plenty…” Gallus said, his chest still heaving as a few drops of sweat ran down his face.

“Not even close,” she purred. “Not by a long shot. I definitely need more.”

She groaned softly and cupped her small breasts, then let out a peal of joy as her bust swelled by at least an inch or two. He could only watch in amazement as the slip of a griffoness suddenly grew some impressive curves. Moments later, her hips, thighs and ass swelled to even out her body, though she was left a little top heavy. It also left her bright red as she panted from the transformation.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for that since the Touch…” she cooed as she rubbed herself all over, exploring all of her new assets. “They said it would happen… but just to happen like that… I wonder what’ll happen if I get more…”

Her eyes flipped up to his. It was at this point when he remembered why ponies once thought griffons to be nothing more than predators. Because sometimes, they were.

She attacked him with lightning speed, ripping off his shirt, his pants and his boxers and chucking them all in the corner. She wasn’t satisfied until he was completely naked. Then, she shoved herself against him once more. She rubbed her body against his, but this time, it had far more of an effect. He grabbed her and kissed her hard as she slid forward against his legs. He could feel her wetness sliding closer to her goal.

Only then, did she pause. She pulled away with an almost shy—yet aroused—expression. “Gallus… will you do something for me?”

Gallus gasped for breath. “Uh… probably?”

“I’ve… kinda had this fantasy about my first time with a male…” she whispered. “And… it has to do with the pool in here…”

Less then two minutes later, Gallus stood waist-deep in the wading bath, his cock pointing out of the steaming water as he clutched the trembling Gerie in his arms. Her wings kept her partially aloft, making it far easier for him to hold her. He’d had to use his own wings to keep from being pushed backward into the wall, even though he was pretty sure that’s how they would end up.

“Thank you…” she whispered as she slid down him—the swell of her new breasts feeling amazing against his own chest—peppering his cheeks and neck with nips and kisses. “Thank you for being everything I wanted.”

Gallus could only nod helplessly as the wanton griffoness slid within half an inch of his straining cock, already more than eager to go again. Gerie looked him in the eyes and he saw real happiness there. This wasn’t some Red Heat caused by a magical artifact. This was real desire. What he held in his arms right now, was a fully female griffon who had been granted her greatest wish and wanted nothing more than to thank him for that gift with her very body.

Then, she slipped down upon him.

She was tight, almost uncomfortably so. But he couldn’t stop and neither could she. She sunk deeper and deeper onto him as they began to fiercely make out. Then, all too soon, he bottomed out inside of her. She stayed there for a time, obviously just enjoying the sensation of his cock within her pussy. Gallus really didn’t know how long they were like that. He didn’t really care either.

But it got even better when she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Then, with a combination of wings, arms and legs, she began to slowly and methodically impale herself on him, over and over again. Gallus staggered back, the water not being enough to keep him fully upright, and stumbled back to where the wading bath met the wall. As soon as they had that to brace against, Gerie went mad, squealing and crying out like she was truly in some wild heat.

His first orgasm crashed over him and flooded her body with his seed, but Gerie didn’t even pause to take a breath. She only kissed him harder, making it all too clear that she was far from done with him. And through the gift of the Idol of Aventa, he was more than up to the challenge.

Somewhere after the third orgasm, the two soaking-wet griffons moved to the bed, but continued their impassioned, almost desperate, lovemaking. The bed creaked beneath them. Gallus grunted like a minotaur. Gerie squealed like some ancient bird-of-prey. They shifted again and again, moving in wild abandon.

Hours passed like that before Gerie finally gave out, collapsing into a pile of sweaty feathers and soaked fur. Gallus didn’t have the heart to leave her. He felt connected to her and the true purpose of the Featherheart Championship. He’d lost count of his orgasms, but if he looked at the griffon female just right, she seemed to have a bulge of his seed along her belly, though it could easily be just how she lying on the bed.

He reached out a claw and put it against her naked stomach, wondering if right now, the beginnings of a new flock were being created within Gerie’s womb.

He lay down beside her, his claw still touching her belly. Just before he drifted off to sleep, he wondered what that filled womb felt like.

It's true~! It's all true~! I'm secretly a sucker for sexy AND sweet~!