Living the Fantasy
Pyri
By David Farr

	This story contains scenes unsuitable for the reading pleasure of
minors. Should such senses offend you, or if it is illegal for you to
read them, please stop now.
	While not necessary, I suggest you read the "Living the Fantasy:
Griffon" before this part, as it first introduces the man known only as
The Master, and Griffon. How can find it, and my other works at:
	http://homepages.ihug.co.nz/~djfarr/

*****

	Cheryl Dannings stood silently in front of her superior's desk. Her deep
grey eyes rested on him, as she stood her arms hanging straight at her
side. The suit and skirt she wore were grey and shapeless, almost like
the woman herself. She made no sound as the man before her worked on the
papers at his desk.

	Finally he scribbled on the paper, finishing with a single long stroke.
He slapped the pen down on the desk and looked up at her. "Ah, sorry
about that Cheryl, the paper work needed to be done."

	"I understand, sir," she murmured in reply.

	He leant forward, resting his elbows on the desk and holding his hands
before his face. "Now, I've called you in here to discuss your
employment," he started ominously. Cheryl didn't react, she just
continued to gaze at him.

	"Unfortunately I have been asked to make cut backs." He leant back,
watching the silent woman before him. "While it is true that your work
has been exemplary, and you're the only member of staff to meet every
deadline set, it is company policy to let go the most junior members of
staff first. I'm afraid that means you."

	"I understand, sir," she murmured again, nodding slightly. "I'll clean
out my desk and leave." She turned and started towards the door.

	"Wait," he cried, leaping to his feet. "I was going to say your
employment would cease in two weeks. You can keep working until then."

	Cheryl paused at the door, her hand on the handle. "What is the point?"
she asked, and pulled open the door. As she walked out her boss simply
stood and stared after her.

*****

	The room had no personality to it. Normally an office	was furnished with
only a desk, a chair, and cupboard, when first assigned to a new
employee, especially at Cheryl's level. Within days however most of the
offices had gained pictures, calendars, a couple of knickknacks and
photos of the family. Despite being hers for months, Cheryl's office had
none of these.

	The quiet woman walked over to her desk and stooped down to pick up the
handbag resting against the legs. This she placed on the desktop next to
her computer and calmly opened the zip. Silently she pulled open the top
draw in the desk and picked up the only article in the room that was
explicitly hers, an asthma inhaler, that was lying next to the three
pens, two pencils and notepad.

	Putting her spare inhaler in her bag, she turned to the computer and
reached for the off key. She paused, deciding instead to check her e-mail
one last time, in case someone had sent her something important. As if
that ever happened.

	  The mail program opened with its characteristic happy chime, something
Cheryl had always meant to change, but had never gotten around to.
Automatically the program logged onto the company server and retrieved
her mail. One piece only.

	She double clicked on it, and the message sprung open on her screen.

]	Yo Dude!
]
]	Saw this sight just the other day, and thought of you. You're into
]	that slave stuff, right? Well these pics are great, and some author
]	chick has just written a story about how one of them got taken. Its
]	under the Griffon pic!
]
]	Anyway, have fun!

	The address was added to the end of the message. She looked at it for a
few seconds, then hit the reply button and typed a simple message saying
she thought he had sent it to the wrong person. She waited a second while
her e-mail was sent, then stared at the URL for a few moments.

	Curious, she pulled the mouse up and clicked on the address. She waited
for a few seconds while her web browser loaded the page, then stared at
the page. The images of the naked creature women didn't shock her,
however one did attract her eye.

	It looked like a picture of a dragon, except that the creature's body
was most definitely human, and female. Her golden scales did nothing to
hide her hour glass figure or the small breasts that peeked out from
behind her upraised arms. But it wasn't that which drew Cheryl in,
instead it was her position and the look on her face.

	She was in a position of obvious servitude, kneeling, wrists bound by
leather and her hands outstretched as if begging. Her look though, it
told the truth of her bondage. Those large grey eyes seemed to almost
shine with desire, a desire born not with lust, but in obedience.

	Sighing she tore herself away from the image and scrolled down the page.
The rest of the pictures failed to catch her the way that one had, but
she did notice a blinking icon at the bottom of the page. It read, simply
"chat".

	Not really knowing why, she moved the mouse pointer down to click on the
icon. The page blanked out, leaving only the garish white of a loading
page. Shortly a grey box appeared on the screen, a dialog containing a
request for her nickname.

	It took her a few seconds to think of a good name, finally coming up
with what everyone always called her, "QuietGirl". She typed it, and
pressed enter. The dialog vanished, and the window went black for a
moment, then words started appearing.

]Users Master and Griffon are online.
]Griffon: Remind me again why we are doing this?
]Master: To test this chat program.
]Master: Oh, we have a visitor.
]Griffon: Hey QuietGirl! Welcome to the chat!

	Cheryl looked at screen for a few moments before reaching out to reply.

]QuietGirl: Who are you?
]Griffon: Oopsie, our bad. I'm Carol Jones, I wrote the Griffon among
other
	    things.
]Master: And I drew the pictures on the page you just came from. That is
	   unless something's gone wrong and you didn't mean to come here.

	Cheryl started typing again, but they continued on before she could
finish.

]Griffon: Worry-wart. Well, we'll just have to find out.
]QuietGirl: Did you draw that picture of the dragon girl?
]Master: You mean the one wearing the wrist chains?
]QuietGirl: Yes, that one.
]Griffon: Ah, Pyri, she's rather cute.
]Master: Thank you, I know your preference. What did you like about her?
]Master: If that isn't too much to ask
]QuietGirl: She looks so

	Cheryl stopped typing for a second and stared into the distance. When
she turned back to the monitor another line had been added.

]Master: So what?
]QuietGirl: I don't know. It's so hard to say.
]Griffon: Content?
]Quietgirl: Maybe.
]Griffon: Don't see it myself, I mean, of all of them she's the only one
	that looks like she's being forced.
]QuietGirl: But she's not. She wants to be in that position. You can see
	it in her eyes.
]Master: I was going to say that, but you bet me to it. You seem to have
	thought about that picture a lot. Must be a fantasy of yours. Tell
	me, do you think you can live the fantasy?

	Cheryl paused. The question had surprised her. What did he mean by that?
What could he mean by that?

]Griffon: He means could you be her. It's just a question he asks people.

Griffon had obviously responded to Cheryl's long pause, but Master stayed
silent. Seconds ticked by as Cheryl continued to stare blankly at the
screen.

]Griffon: Oh my, it looks you scared her off with that.

	That comment spurred Cheryl into acting. Reaching forward she typed her
answer. At that moment the door to her office was thrown open and one of
her co-workers stormed in.

	"What's this I hear about you getting the sack!" she demanded, standing
beside Cheryl's desk.

	"Cutbacks," Cheryl murmured, not looking up at the other.

	"WHAT?!" the woman screeched. "I can't believe that bastards laying YOU
off. They'd be better off getting ride of that idiot Mei. She wastes more
time than everyone else in the department put together! You should march
right into his office and demand your job back."

	Slowly Cheryl shook her head. "I-I couldn't."

	The woman rolled her eyes. "Well, I can!" She spun on her heel and
strode out the door.

	Turning back to the screen, Cheryl read what had been written while she
was distracted.

]QuietGirl: Yes.
]User Master has logged out.
]Griffon: Oh, looks like Master had to go. Actually I should be off too.
I'll
	tell him your answer if he didn't get it. Or you can tell him tomorrow.
	See ya then!
]User Griffon has logged out.

	Cheryl stared at the screen for a few moments, then, without a word,
switched off her computer.

*****

	Sleep had come easily and full of dreams. It was strange, she had spent
the entire night going from one situation to the next, and always someone
had been giving her orders. She has done everything she was told, and
each order got weirder and harder, but never the less, she had worked
hard, and completed her tasks somehow.

	Finally the dream ended and she opened her bleary eyes to see the
darkened room. During the night she had rolled over in bed, and now she
was curled up on her haunches. Unfortunately blinking utterly failed to
clear the sleep from her eyes.

	As she reached up to brush her eyes, she heard another sound. It was the
fluttering of wings, like a number of birds beating quickly as they took
off. Or maybe it was just a very large bird.

	Cheryl lowered her hands and pushed herself upwards. As she rose, she
realised her body felt strange, heavier somehow. Also the sheets that had
been covering her seemed to hang from her back, but not uncomfortably so.
Most annoying was the large thing that dragged behind her.

	Before she could investigate though, a figure entered her vision,
mumbling to herself. "Got to work on those landings."

	Once again Cheryl tried blinking the sleep from her eyes. This time she
succeeded, and the shape before her formed into the last thing she
expected to see. Standing before her in full-feathered glory, watching
her with a friendly smile on her beak, was one of the girl-creatures from
the pictures she had watched... when, yesterday?

	She was a beautiful creature, with the sexy body of a cat, bird
like-claws and wings, and the noble head of an eagle, but still very much
a woman. The griffon-girl was nude, well, as nude as someone cover
head-to-toe in soft feathers can be, except for a leather collar circling
her neck.

	Behind the other Cheryl could see a tunnel burrowing into a rock wall,
all lit in a slight green cast. Glancing around she found herself
standing in a large cave, glowing crystals protruding from the roof
providing the only light.

	"Good morning, neighbor," Griffon greeted Cheryl, still smiling, but now
Cheryl could see the sparkling in her eyes.

	"You... you're from that page. A drawing," Cheryl stammered, in
disbelief.

	Griffon nodded again and stepped forward. "That's right, call me
Griffon."

	"I suppose then, the dragon-girl's about somewhere," Cheryl said
mournfully.

	Griffon's reply was a smirk. "You might say that. Guess you haven't
taken a good look at yourself yet." She waved at Cheryl with a claw.

	Instinctively Cheryl glanced down. That was when she noticed something
at the bottom of her vision. Her hands flew up and wrapped about... a
snout? But they weren't hands either; instead she had claws, sheathed in
glittering golden scales. After looking at Griffon in amazement, finding
only amusement in return, she continued to lower her head and gaze down
upon her body.

	Griffon meanwhile was taking in the looks of the new girl. Her breasts
and belly were the same soft-looking leathery material as the large
bat-like wings on her back. The rest of her, body, beautiful head and
long tail, was clad in small overlapping golden scales.

	She was even very cute the way she was inspecting her body. Certainly
the master would have enjoyed watching her feeling herself up. The way
her claws were cupping those unfortunately small breasts of hers.

	"They're bigger," the girl muttered.

	Griffon felt like falling over in shock, but decided against it. "Your
kidding!" she exclaimed before she could think better of it. The
crestfallen look on the dragon-girl's face made Griffon feel like she had
just kicked a puppy. "Hey, sorry, didn't mean it to come out like that.
Umm."

	"No, it's alright." Cheryl shook her heads, making Griffon think that
those spikes that made up a crown on her head needed some adornment.
Little flags or bells or something. Maybe she'd suggest it to the Master.

	"Well, I'm sorry anyway. Still, you're a beautiful and truly unique
creature now."

	Cheryl looked up at her, there was a strange mixture of loneliness
and... love? there. "How?" she murmured.

	"The Master cast the spell yesterday while we were chatting over the
net, I imagine. You accepted it, and were transformed and brought here
while you slept. Same thing happened to me just a week ago." Griffon
stepped up beside the smaller woman, and turned to rest her arm about
Cheryl's shoulder. "Come on, let's go see him."

	"Why me?" Her question was barely audible as Griffon led her towards the
entrance.

	"Because you wanted to," Griffon replied simply, "that's part of the
magic. Shall we see how well you fly?"

	"Fly?" Cheryl squeaked.

*****

	At the far end of the valley a villa sprawled amongst the trees. It was
well designed, an attempt by the architect to integrate the dwelling with
the surrounding forest. Actually, the attempt had been taken to almost
laughable extremes, as the building wrapped around a number of the larger
trees. Only a single stone tower poked up above the trees.

	The Master used the room at the top of this tower as his studio. It's
balconies and windows flooded the room with light, making it the perfect
to sit and draw. It also made it the perfect landing pad.

	"AHH!"

	The young man sitting in one corner with a sketch pad and pencil looked
up in time to see the golden scaled girl sail in through the open
doorway, then crash noisily into the red velvet couch on which Griffon
had been posing on only that morning. Thankfully both dragon-girl and
furniture survived the meeting undamaged.

	"Not the most elegant landing I've ever seen," he commented, putting his
pad and pencil aside in order to get to his feet.

	"Well landings are far from easy," Griffon returned snappily from the
balcony. "Take-offs are simply beating your wings hard enough to gain
enough height and speed, but to land you need to control you speed
absolutely, or you end up flat on your face."

	The master smiled and turned back to the poor girl still lying folded
across the couch. He walked quietly over to her. "Are you okay?" he knelt
on the couch next to her, reaching out to touch her head.

	"No," Cheryl murmured. Closing her eyes. It was the truth, she felt
awful, and it was due to having the wind knocked out of her. She had just
made a fool out of herself before a man that a strong woman like Griffon
called "master."

	'Will he still want me?' Cheryl asked herself. No one had ever wanted
her, yet this man had decided to make her into one of his beautiful
creations, changing her body, yet not touching her mind. 'Am I worthy of
this?' She didn't notice the sob that travelled through her body.

	Behind her back the Master mouthed "go" to bird-cat still standing at
the doorway. She gave a simple nod, and turned, sweeping about, her wings
trailing behind her like a robe. With a fluttering of wings she was gone.

	Alone now, the Master shifted to sit on the couch, then pulled the
dragon girl so that she leant against him. "What's the trouble?" One of
his arms wrapped around behind her, while the other reached up to her
face.

	"I'm sorry," she murmured.

	"What for?" He stroked the side of her snout, enjoying the feel of her
scales.

	"Being less than you wanted," she answered, still not speaking at more
than a whisper.

	He chuckled. "You think a crash would make me hate you?" He leant down
and kissed her. "I'm not that shallow. You are new to flying. I
understand your mistake. I still want to get to know you."

	She lifted her head and stared up at him through tear filled eyes.
"Really?" There was hope in her eyes, recognition of a chance to find
herself a place.

	"Yes." He patted her scaly ass-cheeks. "Now stand up so I can get a good
look at you."

	She nodded, and slowly climbed off the couch. He watched as she
straightened herself, setting her wings arcing up behind her. For a
moment she looked into his face, then lowered her head to stare at the
ground. He stood and she realised for the first time just how tall she
had become.

	As he walked about her, she looked him over out of the corner of her
eyes. Judging from his looks she would have described him as the type
she, well the old her, was worthy of. He appeared fairly average, with
short brown hair, and plain looking, but she knew that he was more than
he appeared.

	"What's your name?" he asked suddenly as he passed out of sight behind
her wings.

	'What does he want to hear?' She wondered. 'My name, the name of the
dragon? What if I answer wrong? Will he think I'm stupid?'

	"Sorry, I didn't get it when we were chatting yesterday," he added.

	She thanked him silently for that. "Cheryl."

	"Just Cheryl? No last name?"

	"Dannings."

	He emerged on her other side, and she could see a smile on her face.
"You are a beautiful creature, Cheryl. Yet you hold yourself so sadly."
He stepped in front of her. "So absolutely unsure of yourself." He cocked
his head to the side. "I could see you tense when I asked that question.
Were you thinking I was asking if you remembered the name of the
picture?"

	She had raised her head at his declaration, and simply stared at him for
a moment before giving a quick nod. "I-I was." For the first time she
realised her heart was beating hard. 'Why is he doing this to me? Why am
I feeling like this? So... expectant?"

	"What do you want?" he whispered. "You are beautiful. You can fly. Yet
there is still something you want. What is it?"

	A single word floated up from her heart, and she whispered it
immediately. "Freedom."

	He stepped back and gestured to the door. "Then fly free, no one will
force you to do anything."

	"No," she murmured. The picture from his webpage flashed in his mind,
and the name appeared in her mind amidst a flurry of the emotions it had
stirred in her. She lowered herself to her knees, and raised her eyes to
stare up at him. "I want to be like Pyri, free from choice."

	Smiling, he turned and stepped around the couch. Moments later he
returned, and showed her what he had retrieved. It consisted of three
leather loops connect to form a T. The two smaller loops were connected
by a link chain, another chain ran from halfway along that one to the
larger loop.

	"Are you sure you want to make this choice? It will be the last true
decision you ever make, there will be no way to back out. With one word
Cheryl Dannings will be no more, there will be only Pyri, the dragon
slave-girl."

	Cheryl looked at him in the eyes, and saw the truth there. It would be
as he said, no more decisions, no more responsibilities, just obedience,
freedom and his use of her. She raised her arms in the same gesture of
supplication Pyri used in the picture.

	"Yes."

	The Master smiled down at Pyri, and raised the bondage device he
carried. He fastened her wrists, then slipped the collar about her neck.
The chains were so short that they forced her to hold the gesture,
leaving her hands almost useless.

	"Rise, Pyri, and allow me show you the pleasures a slave can expect."

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