Gotta help out the big boys in a rut~

And Tyra sure knows how to be a good girl and take it.

Just , her canon height is 7ft. So this boy is really big ;>

Hope you guys enjoy!

Something for the readers:

Tyra didnt know what to do at all. One moment she had been walking down the dark street, on her way back from a lengthy party, the next she found herself gripping onto a lightpole for dear life. It all happened so quickly. She had noticed a glimmer in her boyfriend's eyes. Mitchell, the small, bubbly bird who had been accompanying her, suddenly transformed into a huge, feathered monster in the moonlight, his limbs growing and ripping his clothes to shreds. Before she could react, the gryphon pounced on her, huffing and grunting intensely as a strong heat radiated from him. His clawed hands ripped her dress to shreds as all she could do was watch. She felt so small of a sudden, easily manhandled by her seemingly posessed friend. She found her face pressed into a lightpole, which she instinctively grabbed as her ass was raised for easy access. The monster laid his shaft on her ass, grinding at her skin and feathers while he drooled on her neck. Hot air hit her head.

"M-Mitch! Wh-what has gotten into you-"

"Shut it."

The voice above her boomed, humping her ass and letting off pleasured grunts, precum oozing from his shaft. The owl could snatch a glimpse of his rod, immediately flushing red at the sight. The huge shaft, ribbed, glistened under the street lamp. It had grown in his transformation too, clearly meant for someone bigger than her. Thought, the intrigue of it all began to slowly take over Tyra's body. Goosebumps made all feathers stand up on their ends as she shuddered, feeling a sudden heat inside her. She wondered if she could take it all.

"Mmgh... f-fuck... thats big... you're lucky we're dating, big guy---"

"So... are you..."

The large gryphon wrapped his fingers around her neck, squeezing gently as Tyra gagged. She liked it. It was a sudden change of pace, but a good one. Usually, she'd be ontop of him, playing out her size advantage, but it all melted away in the full moon. Tyra groaned and moaned as Mitchell pulled back, his large flared tip smushing itself between her thighs, right up against her warm entrance. His soft humps became faster and stronger, attempting to push himself into her.

"Ah... maybe it wont fi-"

Tyra was going to speak, but was interrupted by a sudden jolt of her nerves playing crazy. A short sting of pain, followed by instant pleasure clodued her mind. Mitchell slammed his cock into her, grunting from the tight wetness surrounding him. His ribbed skin massaged her insides as his balls smacked against her lower belly.

"F-FUCK! H-hhooly fuck! Oh thats big... s-shit..."

"Grrrgh.... good bitch..."

Soon the bird would begin to thrust with all his strength, fighting against all the friction she was putting on his member, despite all the precum lubing her insides. Tyra squeaked, hooted and moaned. Mitch grunted and snarled animalistically. Her insides bent to his will, bulging out to make space as his tip repeatedly hammered her cervix, sending numbing signals up to her brain as she began to shake.

"N-gnahh!~ Ahh!~ Fuck me!~ Gg-gooOood boy!!~"

Tyra pleaded with him, begging for more as her body went into the first of many violent orgasms. Her fluids spurted out of her and dripped down her legs, which began shaking as she squealed like a slut. She barely held on. Mitchell continued to fuck her in that position, not giving way. His hands began pulling and pushing her entire body, using her like a fleshlight. Within the next minutes, Tyra would expierence another harsh orgasm, barely holding on to her consciousness from the sheer pleasure of cumming twice in a row. Her words became slurred, nothing more than breeding on her mind. Mitchell properly rutted his bitch, making sure to overload her neurons as much as possible with different angles and paces. Though as much fun as he was having, even his stamina was waning.

"Hrrr... You... I make you mother...."

Mpph.. y-yes! f-ff..... Mmghhahh..."

Mitchell grunted as he got closer to the edge, a last thrust in which she fully hilted him, her soft, plump ass squishing and deforming enough to fit perfectly into his waist, sending him over. Hot baby batter spurted out of his shaft, filling her womb instantly with sheer pressure, enough to send sticky goodness back out of her hole, making a mess of their feathers as his balls twitched, his entire body convulsing. He opened his beak as he pumped every last drop into her with more gentle humps. Suddenly, it all went black.

Tyra woke up in her warm, comfy bed with Mitchell, back to his normal form, holding onto her. At first she thought she had just been dreaming. She was about to return to a soft slumber, when she looked over at the windowsill, only to see the remaining shreds of yesterday's dress laying upon it.