The workers at the gryphon stables had no idea what had caused it, but their prime breeding stud Shale had given up on doing his job. Even when presented with a wet and ready female, filling the air with feminine scent, practically screaming at him to mount her...all he did was give a few disinterested sniffs and walk away.

It was becoming a serious problem, and most solutions didn’t help at all. All Shale seemed to do was just mill around in his cage and eat up all the stable’s dwindling supplies. With their best stud doing almost nothing to earn his keep, they had to resort to extreme measures...one technique that was somewhat dangerous was bringing in an “inferior male”, such as a working hippogryph, to bring him around the mare in full view of the intended stud. It was considered a last resort...many a female had been trampled or hurt by such massive and clumsy beasts, but when a breeding stud feels like they’ve been overtaken by such beasts they tend to be “kickstarted” back into doing their damn jobs. It was a tough choice...but it had to be done, if only just to get a reaction out of Shale.

They had found a pheagle who was willing to rent out his hippogryph for a decent sum, some of the last few remaining funds that the breeding ranch had, so they had hoped it would work. The hippogryph was a true beast of a stallion; weighing a good few tons and standing much stockier and stout than the thin and sleek gryphons this stable was known for, especially Shale, who looked on at the gryph wandering into his stables with a visible disdain.

The day came for the procedure to commence, the female was secured and the hippogryph came in with her to check her out in full view of Shale, who had to watch behind some bars.

But then, something happened. Something unexpected.

The female was a lot more receptive to the hippogryph than was usually the case...and the hippogryph managed to mount her and finish off before the team could even begin to try and pull it off. Shale had to watch in horror as his female seemed to be enjoying herself...but the smell of her sex in the air and the way she looked back at Shale as if to say “look what you missed out on”. The longer it went on, the more the female looked back at Shale, and over the sloppy sounds of mating he could only just hear her moaning for the hippogryph, almost taunting Shale as she did. He was helpless to watch, he could only weakly snarl and bite at the bars until he eventually resigned himself to watching in horror and trying to ignore the smell of gryphon sweat and female scent that was so strong in the air.

The team was distraught by the situation. Now they had a female who was impregnated with hippogryphs...big and tough creatures, not the sleek and agile things they were known for producing. They thought the ranch was done for...but when some prenatal tests were done they found a surprising bunch of data that showed that it wasn’t all bad: The combination of a strong and powerful stallion with an agile hen would produce spawn that had the best of both. Essentially, this rendered Shale defunct...he wasn’t breeding anyway, and the amount of profit that was made from the first batch of foal-gryphons was nearly tenfold that of Shale’s. What had first been a horrendous error ended up working in their favour, and Shale was put out. Though he still had a use…

Every so often, to keep them at peak fertility, a hippogryph can use a weaker male as a “fluffer”, either to drain out tension before the next cycle, or to get them erect for the next breeding run. To keep their temperaments in check though, Shale needed his now-useless cock locked up tight in a permanent chastity cage. As a thank you, they offered the owner of the hippogryph the honour of locking up Shale’s cock, an offer Pirate was more than happy to accept. Shale had his first job as a gryphon fluffer coming up as well, so he thought to do the same jobs together. A local anesthetic was applied to Shale’s balls, and he couldn’t feel a thing as Pirate locked on the cage, permanently removing him from the gene pool...he was too busy choking on his replacement’s thick cock, feeling his flare go down his throat, tasting the stinky musk of both the hippogryph mixed with his girl’s juices. That would be the closest he would ever get to tasting his former female, or any female for that matter, ever again.

And somehow, some way, it was exciting to him. Feeling the cock of man who is taking his girl away from him in his throat, a clearly superior male...Shale was getting unwittingly eager with his work milking the hippogryph, and drove him to squirt his massive and fertile load straight down into his stomach. As the hippogryph finished pulsing out his cum and pulled out his flare with a loud “pop”, shale smiled and felt...calmer. More docile. He didn’t even notice that his cock was now limp and useless, locked behind a cage that would never let him feel the freedom of an erection again. The cage showed his new place as a beta, forever marking him below the powerful stallion who was wiping his cock on Shale’s face feathers.

Once a prime breeding stud for years, Shale was relegated to just a submissive beta male, and all within one year of the hippogryph being around. And his work wasn’t even close to being done…