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With the wind rustling through the rain-touched leaves, stirring up a perfectly soothing scent to wash over their private scene, it couldn't have been a more romantic spot for a little intimacy. Supposedly it started as a picnic, their blanket stretched out in the middle of that lush deciduous forest, somewhere far away from the bustle and the noise of civilization, but one thing had a way of leading to another. An errant grope, a smooch, a caress, and maybe they never intended to end up that way, but there they want, one on top of the the other, then the reverse, rolling around on that blanket while the dew-soaked grass touched at their increasingly bare bodies. Desire became lust became intense, burning need, and they were grinding against one another before they'd even finished lunch. The excess food they'd packed sat nearby, mostly untouched, far too much for the two of them to ever have finished anyway while they got to grinding against each other's naked forms, their collective clothing tossed aside in careless patterns.

The sound of feathers against scales was a pleasant fluttering and rubbing, like the sound of a paintbrush on a canvas. Chori's black chocobo down swished merrily in the breeze blowing warmly over the both of them as she rubbed against the dragon. Hayn sat back for the moment, taking a few deep gropes and squeezes of the avian's rear, giving her a rub from breasts to belly to cock, stroking at her length before guiding it up against his. He licked at her beak and started grinding back and forth against her, locking the two of them into a deep, intense frotting that added a pleasantly warm scent to their rainy surroundings. They held each other as they moaned into each other's mouths, their bodies rocking back and forth with increasing fervour, losing themselves in the moment to such an extent they were hardly even thinking about consequences anymore.

"Mmm, just do it... I need it... " Chori found herself huffing out once she saw Hayn fumbling about with a free hand, reaching for a condom. He'd brought several, just in case.

Hayn gave her a quizzical look, though it was lost on her when she closed her eyes again in rapturous arousal. "You mean ... go without? My my. I'm alright with that."

Just to show her how much he approved, he gave a sudden shove with his chest, rolling her right over and off of him so he could instead pin her beneath his weight. She didn't resist, but he acted like she was anyway, pushing firmly at her outstretched arms, holding her in place while he got himself snug between her thighs. She wrapped him up tight to compensate, squeezing around his waist, helping to guide him to her sex as she dripped in anticipation. A collective cry escaped the both of them as he slipped inside of her, spreading her out and filling her clenching depths with inch after inch of turgid, pulsing dragon cock. He felt her bare insides squeezing all around him, soaking wet, heaving with need, driving him to press deeper, harder, faster. Her ankles were right up to his shoulders by the time he bottomed out within her, giving an extended groan while she squeaked into the air. They were driving, fucking, breeding even, rutting at one another in that unexpected moment of pure lust, and the intensity of it all meant that they weren't paying the slightest attention to their surroundings.

The rain had concealed his scent while he approached, but there was no hiding it once he was close enough. The roaming beast's arrival was announced by a titillatingly warm musk, one that they felt before they even properly perceived it, driving them to further stages of need with each other while that richly arousing aroma danced through their dulled senses. He didn't even bother swooping down on them, simply strolling right up to the amorous pair with all the strutting authority of someone who owned the place. He did, as far as he was concerned. The huge, mighty gryphon's sleek black fur and feathers gleamed brightly in the rain, his golden eyes piercing through the mist. His wings remained tucked against his body, but even then he was tremendous, an enormous creature whose weight shifted the soil beneath him with every sure-footed step. He was looming directly above them before they even noticed, a dark shadow over the romantic gathering.

Chori finally broke from the moment, her eyes opening narrowly at first, then wider as that ominous figure shrouding the rest of the forest from her sight became more apparent.

"Ah, Hayn? Hayn." She tapped at the dragon's shoulder with increasing urgency, trying to break him from that horny stupor, her voice shaking with his every thrust. "Stop. Stop it already. There's something here."

It took some more tapping, but eventually he realized she wasn't just spurring him on. Slowing until he were simply throbbing within her, he looked to her, taking in her alarmed expression and following her gaze to the creature standing just behind them, radiating a wild and untamed heat and musk by presence alone.

"Mm, and what's this?" the gryphon rumbled, his voice deep enough to feel, his throaty diction smooth and even polite-sounding. "Two volunteers to the whims of a gryph? I can only reasonably assume such, given your intrusion. Not to mention the audacity of breeding in a breeder's forest. It's a good thing I managed to stop you in time."

He raised a front foot to press against his chest, giving an elaborate half-bow.

"But pardon the lack of introduction. Xavier Inkfeather, lord of whatever I feel like at the moment. I suppose of late it has been these trees, from the first to the last, as far as I can see. Which would make you two intruders, wouldn't it? Or guests, if I'm feeling generous." He took a moment to run his tongue along the edges of his beak, producing a slick and smooth noise. "But I don't think I am feeling much inclined towards mercy at the moment, in truth."

It took him some effort, but Hayn slowly pulled out of Chori, turning over with his cock still pulsing thickly, only to be confronted by a much bigger, broader, muskier shaft pushing smoothly from a velvety black feline sheath between the great gryphon's well-muscled thighs. The tip of that richly-scented, violet-fleshed dick was decorated with a few firm barbs, little nubs of pleasure as the bird grew aroused simply by standing over them, his partially unfurled wings shrouding them in his humid shade, trapping the warmth of his pheromone-laden aroma within his dark-feathered embrace. It was enough to cloud the senses, to slow the reaction times, to leave both chocobo and dragon alike a little stunned, a little off-guard, allowing the sultry gryphon to make a dynamic move without them even managing to react quick enough to resist him.

His talons were sharp, but he at least refrained from harming either of them with them as he sat his haunches down and snatched them up in the grip of his front feet. Chori, he pinned down flat beneath one of his soles, pressing that birdy foot to her chest tightly enough to squeeze the air out of her lungs, silencing her cries and chirps of protest, leaving only breathy gasps. Hayn, he instead dragged downwards, letting the shadow of his pulsing gryphcock hover over him before smothering that entire shaft all over the squirming scaly. The weight of it alone was enough to pin him, thumping there from his belly to his face, and beyond, the sound of skin against scales growing louder with each dominant, possessive thrust. What he was doing to the dragon hardly even counted as grinding. He was all but fucking him once he picked up speed, absolutely slathering him in scent and juices alike as they flowed thick and steaming hot from the tip of his engorged shaft, marking down the struggling reptile in that feral musk.

Hayn was doing his best to get some words in, but every effort to express his defiance and anger was muffled by the the constant drags of gryphon dick all over his face. He sputtered when he got the taste in his mouth. His senses were already flooded with that supremely masculine aroma, but he was even more mentally drenched by the overwhelming heat as that steady oozing of pre found its way between his lips. He ended up swallowing some of it, which only put more heat in his cheeks as his muffled protests turned into something more like flustered muttering. Not that it was audible either way, with the big gryph using him like a toy, driving against him so firmly, so relentlessly, that a dragon-shaped divot in the dirt was starting to form.

Chori did her best to choke out a protest, managing to wheeze a few words at least.

"Let him go! Get ... off!"

A deep chuckle like a tremor in the planet itself told her she should have chosen her words better.

"Oh, I certainly will. And to think, a bird like you, breeding with a dragon. To each their own, perhaps, but I have only ever found these scale-bearers good for one thing."

A particularly hard thrust had him thumping his dick against Hayn hard enough to stun him. The dragon was seeing stars, looking up at the gryphon's beak as Xavier faintly grinned down upon him, that arched smirk one of deviousness and cruelty. Warm as his mere presence might have been, there was no friendly mirth in his smile, simply selfish amusement as he lined himself up just right. His cock gave a telltale throb, clenching tightly from tip to bottom, a fat knot starting to form, a swollen bulb that only made that whole massive shaft even girthier. Then he was delivering forth, allowing the dragon time to get his hands up to defend himself, and nothing more. A richly extended schlurrrp announced to him and all the denizens of the forest around exactly what was happening.

As soon as the slick, overwhelmingly humid inside of that thick gryph dick clamped down around his throat, Hayn was good as stuck. Not that he didn't fight against it with everything he had, pulling, shoving, kicking. Xavier's cock was resilient, shrugging off those frantic blows. Humiliation slightly warmed the dragon's cool cheeks, his voice working hard to shout in absolute protest, even if that resulted in little more than some sloshing 'mmfs' that mixed in with the rest of the juicy, squelching noise. It was deafening, and it was soaking, the pre flowing steadily into his face, making him feel like he was being dunked beneath the surface of a hot lake. Even for a dragon, the heat was intense, leaving him huffing, gasping, struggling just to draw air as that dick slurped up over his shoulders, squeezing them together, compressing his chest. He gulped down plenty of gryph-flavoured juices in the process too, kicking his heels against the grass, dragging some trenches in the dirt beneath him but unable to squirm free of that harsh tug that was pulling him deeper into the gryphon's dick.

Even with his head inside Xavier, he could hear the bird speaking. He spoke with the utmost of casual tones, as if simply making conversation with Chori.

"And he was your mate? That hardly seems right for a pretty bird like you. I'm not one for breaking up young love, but, truly. You can do better." He gave a jab of his hips forward, squelching around Hayn's shoulders, leaving his arms helplessly pinned to his sides. All he could do was writhe, having all the dignity of a fish on land as he flopped and shook about in vain. "And I'll help you with that. Just give me a few minutes with him, and I'll turn him into something you'll enjoy much more. Dragons always make for such good orgasms, such thick loads of cum. Maybe it's their pride, that sense it could never happen to someone like them. Or maybe it's just the scales."

The impending reality of the situation just became more apparent to the dragon as he felt those inner muscles pulling him inwards. Every throb meant another squeeze, the walls closing in on his belly, his waist. There were so many words he would have delivered to that cocky bird who dared mock him and violate him like that, but he couldn't get a single syllable out before it was crushed from his throat. He still hadn't fully softened after pulling out of Chori, but the constricting pressure around his cock was less than welcome, pressing it right up against his belly, slickly pleasuring at him as he went grinding inwards, bulging down that violet gryphon meat. It had him flinching, huffing, gasping out sharply as he curled his toes and tried his best to kick, but he was less and less able to move at all, paralyzed by the constant squeeze of that pulsing dick, devouring him whole as he got hit in the face by a wall of pure musk. It was even more potent the deeper he went, diving down that shaft, bulging and wiggling, looking like he was being swallowed by a snake.

Soon only his feet and tail were left waving and flailing outside of Xavier's cock, glistening with the pre spitting up over them. He could feel it getting between his toes, sticking to his scales, bathing him from top to bottom in the breeder's mark. He was inhaling air so thick it felt like it was almost solid, making him struggle to draw every single breathe, especially with that squishing constricting kneading him from all sides, dragging him down towards the dark, impossibly humid depths that awaited him below. The constant churning sounded almost machine-like, slopping and splatting around the load that awaited him below, gurgling up with a noise that could have been mistaken for anticipation if liquid could express itself. And all the while he was swallowing great big lungfuls of pure gryphon, of the most potent scent he'd ever experience, and despite the indignity of the moment his arousal remained constant. He was just as hard as the very dick that was eating him, his own sliding smoothly along, gliding through the juices that coated him and lubricated his passage towards those waiting nuts as they clenched up tight with need.

The gryph already had a plump, round pair of balls on him, a sack that swung so low and heavy it looked burdensome to begin with, and it was about to get a whole lot heavier. Hayn could hear the constant slosh growing louder as he descended, the gurgling and the churning mixing in with the slick, sucking slurp of those walls gliding over his pre-soaked scales. He didn't know much about anatomy, but gryphons pretty much did whatever they wanted with their subtle infusion of magic, or so he'd been told. If Xavier wanted to have two great big balls full of fresh cum, then who was going to stop him? Certainly not Hayn, who could only suck a deep breath of that intensely heated air into his lungs before getting dunked straight beneath the surface of cream, his toes and tail slurped away into the gryph's flexing cockslit with a splash of juices that went raining down upon Chori, staining her feathers with the indulgent results of consuming her lover.

Hayn felt the chamber bouncing and wriggling all around him, jostling up and down thanks to his thumping introduction, plummeting down until he smacked face first into the jizz, choking a big throatful right down with his presence as he sagged that left nut right down to the forest floor. He felt the thud beneath him, making the creamy contents of the gryphon's sack slosh loudly as he struggled to the surface. Gasping and coughing, he did his best to keep all that jizz out of his lungs, spitting some of it out but getting plenty of it right down in his belly. He could barely raise his arms, his muscles quivering with the effort of just getting them above the thick surface of that sloppy load. There was nothing to hold onto, the walls around him far too slick to get a grip, and his balance proved even more precarious as the gryph rose up and wobbled him back and forth, threatening to send him tumbling beneath the surface once more.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could last in there, his lungs drawing air that barely sustained him, given just how much gryph-scented humidity there was around him. It was in his every sense, making his head spin, his eyes wanting to just roll to the back of his head, his body aching to collapse and submit to a sweltering nap immersed in the cruel gryph's cum. Every single part of his body ached with fatigued, as if trying to convince him that he wasn't being subjected to something humiliating. No, it was just relaxing, a nice soothing hot bath that smelled like fine incense. And gryph dick. But that was besides the point, and he found himself drifting, slipping into a state almost like a standing coma, induced by the heat and scent clogging his senses, dulling everything until he barely knew where he was anymore. He might have passed out on the spot if it wasn't for the sudden sensation of falling.

It was impossible to tell what was going on outside with his vision blotted out by the darkness of Xavier's balls, but gravity was taking over, leaving him free-falling for a precious second. The shock had him giving a brief gasp that he regretted as his throat got clogged full of jizz once more, slipping and sinking beneath the surface as Xavier brought his nuts right back down with a tremendous thud. Hayn fell right down to the bottom, immersed in that cum, trying not to think about how delicious it was, how velvety smooth it was running down his throat or glazing over his scales. Instead, he focused on the shape beneath him, feeling a bulge of weight pressing in on his cum-stuffed prison. Then he felt the squirming, and it became apparent to him that it was Chori beneath him, getting pinned and smothered by the gryphon's nuts, feeling him squirming right there atop him. Xavier wasn't gentle either, grinding back and forth, bouncing up and down, giving the poor bird the kind of teabagging that could knock the wind right out of her lungs, Hayn unable to help adding the extra weight as he just jiggled and thrashed right along with the motions of the gryph's sack, pumping and spanking against his own partner while hot cum sloshed all around him, getting inside his every orifice.

"Nnf. He feels good in there. What a fine load he's going to make, all churned up and weighing down my balls. Don't worry. I'll make sure he still knows what's going on. A little touch of gryphon magic is all it takes to make some lovely self-aware cream, feeling every little thing. "

Xavier was already speaking about him as if he wasn't there, his voice almost sing-song, peppered with some grunts and proper corvid calls. Hayn knew he should have been fighting harder, protesting with every last ounce of draconic strength and adrenaline he had in him, but there just wasn't anything left. He was slumping, submitting, letting the heat and the slow, sloppy massage of virile gryphon seed subdue him. It was strange, immersed like that, he should have felt much more distressed. He had to have been drowning, completely engulfed by that thick cum as he was, but instead he was slipping into a state of bliss. It smelled so good, tasted so good, overwhelming him with a comforting numbness that started at his toes but crept all the way up his body until he could feel it in his mind itself. His muscles were relaxing deeper and deeper, slumping down and giving up, and he could still hear the soothing churning all around him. It was getting louder, faster, an urgent glrrrk, glrrrk, glrrrk, that eventually reached a crescendo of a gratuitous glrrrrrn that marked the end. And with that, he felt truly at ease, his tension and his worries banished in favour of a creamy, glowing sensation infusing his entire essence.

He couldn't feel much else of anything, but he knew that he was still alive. Somehow. Eventually, sensation returned, but he couldn't feel any part of his body. He only felt the trickling, sloshing, churning, splashing and slopping of the cum all around him, no longer able to tell where it ended and he began. Mingling in with that load, he felt the walls of that chamber expanding outwards from the pressure, stretching the gryph's nuts to an even fatter, more overwhelming size to thump and rub against the captive choco. He could still feel her, too, rubbing against those bloated nuts, still writhing, still huffing, but ultimately helpless against the whims of the bigger, strong, infinitely more potent gryphon. It took some time for Hayn to truly realize what had happened, taking in the sensations all around him, or whatever remained of him. His body was gone, melted down in minutes, scale by scale, wiped right out of physical existence but for the thick load of cum he'd contributed to. Some of it was him now, weighing down Xavier's balls, and his presence alone was making those ultra-heavy nuts clench and squeeze around their thoroughly creamed occupant, distributing him more evenly so he sagged the gryph's sack down just right.

"That didn't take long," Xavier calmly observed, his voice only slightly broken by the occasional especially hard throb making his words waver. Hayn could feel them, clamping up tight around his melted form, but there wasn't a single thing he could do about it. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he could only think and feel, trapped in his potently musky new form. "Aren't dragons supposed to be durable? He wasn't even down there long and my cum got right under his scales. Mmmf. Do you hear him sloshing? Such lewd music he makes."

The bird gave another bounce of his hips, thumping that sack right against Chori's chest, knocking a chirp out of her. Then he was grinding down, using her whole body as a toy, something to grind on just like he had Hayn. Except this time, it was even messier. Hayn could tell that much by the sound, schlicking against Chori's body, producing the sound of soaked feathers being ground numb as Xavier absolutely oozed his pre all over the chocobo's body. Some part of Hayn could sense it, feel that trickling turned to high-pressure watering gushing, and he could even feel himself adorning the bird's feathers, clinging to his lover as he was sprayed all over her. Most of him was still tucked down in Xavier's balls, loudly churning away, sounding like a great big pot being stirred, but he wasn't going to be there much longer. He could feel the heat, the pressure, everything building and intensifying as those near-orgasmic contractions ran through the bird's entire body.

"You've gone so long without a proper partner, forced to endure draconic mediocrity. Even now, I can feel you burning with need down there." Xavier clicked his beak thoughtfully. "So I suppose it's only reasonable to assume you wanted something better. Something more potent to really make your belly swell. Such a hunger inside you. Well, you won't have to go hungry any longer."

Maybe she could have resisted more, fought and scratched and bit, but she must have known it wouldn't end well for her. Hayn was relieved when she just went right along with the big, greedy gryphon's whims. At least he probably wouldn't hurt her. Probably. Though he definitely wasn't satisfied with a little grinding and smothering, judging by those body-shaking twitches pulsed from cocktip to prostate, making him curl his feline toes and claws into the dirt. Hayn could feel every little bit of tension, even somehow sensing some of the gryphon's desire, letting it mix in with his own. Whatever Xavier wanted, he wanted too, his thoughts of humiliation and outrage overtaken instead by an intense lust the likes of which he'd never even experienced. It wasn't like he'd never been horny before, but this was something stronger, something overpowering yet empowering, something that made him feel like he could impregnate anyone and anything he wanted by sheer force of virility alone. He was part of that perfectly potent breeder seed, and he could feel its essence seeping into his own existence.

A beak perhaps wasn't the most fuckable thing, but Xavier had long since learned to use them for his pleasure without any troubles. Hayn trembled, or maybe he was simply sloshing, as he felt that fat gryph dick stuffing straight down his partner's throat. Chori didn't choke on it, adjusting with surprising ease. She didn't suck on it either, but that didn't matter. He knew how to make use of her, turning her whole gullet into a bulging sleeve as he fucked his way towards her belly, making her swallow half his whole pulsing member. It was swollen to the point that every throb made her body jump and jolt, stuffed to the point she couldn't even straighten out her spine, left unable to do anything but gulp and guzzle as quickly as she could just to keep that constant flow of pre from welling up in her throat. That alone was enough to fill her belly, sending her from hungering to satiated in seconds as weighty gobs of gryphon pre infused with her cum-digested boyfriend's flavour ran down her throat and made her belly heavier with every heavy drop.

There was no real reason to hold back. It wasn't like he was trying to pleasure her. She was just a living condom, a warm, fluffy recipient of his pent-up seed, and so after fucking her throat for no more than a few long, deep thrusts, he simply tossed his head back and let out an orgasmic caw. A typically humble sound, it sounded much more regal coming from his throat, bellowing out in triumphant bliss as his cock gave one final twitch, buried deep in the stretched-wide beak of the smaller bird, leaving her writhing as she struggled not to simply drown in his pre alone. When he came inside her it was like turning on a hose, blasting to the bottom of her belly, stretching her in an instant while she sloshed and gurgled. Hayn felt himself shooting forward, rushing through that gryphon cock in a haze of ecstasy. He'd had plenty of orgasms, but he'd never been one before, and the pleasure was rapturous as it overtook his very being, his entire sense of self concentrated into that single, perfect feeling, spurting forth from a plump feline dick, every single clench and contraction of the gryph's muscles something Hayn could feel, until he was fully poured out of those smooth-furred nuts and guzzled down by his lover.

His surroundings were much different, but he felt similar. She wasn't nearly as hot inside as Xavier's nuts had been. He sloshed around, trying to feel around, though he could only follow the natural waves, rolling with the tide inside the chocobo's belly as he crashed against her stomach walls, listening to her gurgling. She was digesting him, a little at a time, slowly absorbing him into her form, and as he simmered there, filling her body with heat, he could feel her pleasure becoming his own. As much as she might have been violated, bloated, ruined by that stomach-bloating gryphon cock, there was some part of her that couldn't deny the arousal that came with being fed her own boyfriend, chugging him down gulp after gulp straight from the gryph's cock. She didn't get all of him, and Hayn felt the cool touch of the grass below for brief moments before all sensation faded from those spilled drops overflowing from Chori's beak. It was a good thing she managed to swallow so much of him. He didn't want to end up as nothing more than a lifeless stain upon the soil.

He felt the thud running through her body as the gryph pulled his dick free, and he felt himself spurting a few more ropes all over Chori's feathers. He was sinking deep into her skin, marking her down in that great breeder-gryph's scent, the one that had become his own. The orgasmic sensations Xavier gave him were fading, replaced instead by that warm, satisfied afterglow that came with swimming inside the chocobo's body, absorbing deeply into her system, getting absorbed as part of her. He didn't know much about how it all worked, but he could tell he wasn't being destroyed. Just as he'd been melted into cum, he was joining with the chocobo herself, sharing in every single feeling. That included the brisk, warm grind of cock against her body, the gryphon wiping the tip of his shaft against her splattered feathers just to be sure he wasted as few drops as possible, though there was plenty of spilling anyway. Chori lay stretched out in a hot, steaming puddle of cum, getting that musk sinking into every single one of her feathers, her belly warm and round as if knocked up. Hayn could feel her kneading at the bulge of jizz stuffing and stretching her, those hands pressing in on the churning load he'd become, adding a steady sloshing and swaying to go with the gurgling that began as her body desperately tried to absorb that creamy meal.

It was getting increasingly hard to tell what was actually going on outside. He had no idea what the gryphon was doing. His focus was on the strain and the stretch, the constant gurgling noise that had him slowly joining with the bird, drop after drop absorbing into her body as she digested that belly full of cum. What should have taken hours was rolling over in a matter of minutes, a full gallon slurped right up by those stomach walls, getting processed into her system and distributed through her entire body. He could feel himself spreading outwards, becoming the spark within her veins, the pleasure that tingled all the way to her fingertips. He could taste himself on her tongue, feel the weighty mark of all that had soaked into her skin. The feeling of her chest rising and falling became his own, panting right along with her, helplessly trapped inside of her as she worked on turning him into a nutrition. As much as there was to take from a load of gryphon cum, anyway.

Surely she would have been satiated for a time, but Xavier had other plans. Hayn could only hear him moving, but he could hear that devious voice just fine, rumbling with dominant mischief.

"You look as good as if I bred you full of a clutch, though I'm sure you could be thicker." A rustling sound was apparent, though Hayn didn't much know what it meant. "That mess must have kicked up plenty of activity in there. Let's make certain you're nice and plump for me now, shall we? I'm looking for dinner, not a snack, and a well-stuffed bird will do nicely."

Hayn heard a few muffled protests from the chocobo, what remained of him inside her belly sloshing back and forth as she squirmed. He could taste a sudden rush of sweetness, and a cool slice of strawberry pie squeezing down her throat, one bite at a time. She was already so full, so stretched, that it left her groaning as those crumbs rained down upon his cummy form, but Xavier wouldn't relent. He was feeding her, clutching morsels in his talons and pushing them right into her beak. Everything they'd brought with them, enough for two full meals and then some, ended up in her belly, soaking in those rapidly-working digestives. She was swallowing meaty sandwiches, squishing into juicy peaches and apples and grapes, crunching on a fresh summer salad, crushing trail mix in her beak. Those fresh cookies were another blast of sugary sweetness on her tongue, though they were soon just sludge with the rest, mixing up with all that gryph jizz to form a sloppy ratatouille of sorts, melting down right along with the rest of him as she grew rapidly thicker, fattened by the excess meal in a matter of mere minutes, her body seemingly compelled by the subtle magic that flowed through all that dragon-infused gryphon cum.

She slumped down, exhausted, her head tilting back towards the sky. Hayn could feel the light upon her face, but he couldn't see through her eyes. His other senses remained sharp, though he was slightly disoriented by all the rumbling around him. The slick and slushy sound of digestion drowned out all else, though it was growing more muffled as it progress over him. He couldn't feel much anymore, either. At first, he was aware of a sharp, acidic burn, eating into his creamed form. The food sizzled and melted down, joining with the rest of him, infusing all that cum with crumbs and digested mush. For a time it hurt a lot, leaving him wincing, or trying to, unable to protect himself as he simmered there in the increasingly intense heat of Chori's hard-working stomach. It was getting even hotter in there than it was inside Xavier's nuts, until it was impossibly sweltering, leaving him feeling like his very thoughts, his very self was melting, unable to even form a single coherent word in his blanked out state.

There were sounds, muffled twice-over, heard from his diminishing perspective within her belly. Ulllp, glurrrrk, schlurk. It was a cacophony of juicy beak grinding against lubed-up cock, clicking against a feathery body, a tongue lashing and tasting every single part of her. He was starting to feel the prodding gropes of the gryphon's slurps, dragging up and down her fattened body as if it was his own. The tight constriction of his gullet nearly crushed her, mashing down hard around her plump outline as she descended down his throat. Hayn was growing more aware again, waking from a brief slumber or a coma, until her every movement was his own. Her panicked breathing, her kicking, her strain and her fatigue. He still couldn't do a single thing about it, helpless, only absorbing the feelings she felt as she kicked and fought, deafened by the powerful glorks that forced her down deeper into the darkness. A brief flash of the light outside told him he could even see through her eyes, but then her vision quickly faded into nothing as she found herself sealed away in the pitch-black void that was the gryphon's sweltering-hot stomach with a rolling, indulgent glurrrrrrk and smacking splat of impact.

She was uncomfortably overheated, almost feeling like she were being slow-roasted in an oven rather than trapped in a living creature, kicking as the walls closed right in on her. More than just her sense of touch, he could feel her fear. The tension in her muscles, the tightness in her chest. Her joints were already popping in places thanks to the harsh contractions of that sagging belly, and no matter how hard she fought and struck the walls around her, nothing made the gryphon flinch. A wet rumble of a belch rolled up his gullet, passing right by Chori's face on the way, but she remained stuck, bathing in the flowing juices trickling down from the walls of the chamber that would be her tomb. Her muscles were absolutely aching, begging her to stop and give up, but she wouldn't. Hayn shared in her pain and fear, that bliss of orgasm long since faded, replaced by helpless despair that he was going to have to experience his lover being horribly digested alive and afraid, with him unable to do a single thing about it.

"What's ... this can't be ... Hayn!" Her voice was trembling, breathless. "Where are you, Hayn? Help me ..."

He tried to focus, tried to concentrate and send her some kind of psychic message or something. Maybe she wouldn't hear the words but she'd feel a little better for him channelling all that positive energy towards her mind. But he couldn't tell if it was working, and he guessed it wasn't by her whimpers as she squirmed there in that oozing, digesting grip. Sloppy splats of fluids were pouring onto her sodden body, the warmth and the constant clenching keeping her subdued, the deafening glorps and gurgles drowning out her increasingly terrified cries. Her feathers were falling out. They fluttered and trickled to the bottom of that noisy chamber, stripped right from her body, leaving her raw and exposed. He felt a distinct itching crawling all over her body, infuriating him with the urge to scratch at her skin, but he was left a simple passenger, irritated and furious that the cruel bird was doing this to her. She didn't deserve getting digested alive. And it got so much worse.

Xavier simply chuckled, giving a slap to his sagging belly that shook her to the bones. "Oh, he can hear you, but that's all. He's right there with you, part of you, feeling every single sensation. You're truly together at last. I hope you're both ready. This is going to hurt."

It started as a simple gasp and whimper from her, a few involuntary spasms of her muscles spreading that strained tension through her body. Then it became a cry, a rising wail as the pain began to surge. She was burning. It was eating through her skin, burning into her flesh. From itching to fiercely burning, it was like she was on a pyre, bubbling and boiling alive as her protective layers were rapidly stripped away by those merciless acids. Her screams pierced and then they cracked, breaking as those harsh fluids ran right into her throat. She swallowed them down, starting to digest from the inside, chest starting to collapse inwards as she wheezed and choked. It was already torturous, feeling the sensation of chunks of her sloughing off, pieces of meat oozing down into the sludge below, and it got even worse once the acid touched her exposed nerves themselves.

To her credit, she managed one more terrible scream, a horrifying wail of absolute agony before her voice burned right out of her throat. She couldn't breathe, suffocating in her own juices, twitching violently as Hayn soaked in her misery at every moment. It was hurting him plenty too, but worse still was knowing just how much it hurt. Just die already, he wanted to tell her. Don't prolong it any more. But she refused to simply cease, her body still going, still feeling even as her limbs started to melt right off her body. The flesh, the muscle, the sinew, it all cooked right off of her. Even her bones themselves were weakening and cracking, the marrow leaking from them as she was reduced to barely more than some meat clinging to a ruined skeleton. The fleshy noise of her body collapsing in on itself was a sickening splatter, mixed in with a clatter and a crunch of her ruined bones breaking, crushed by the waves of digesting contractions compressing inwards until she was all but flattened by the walls around her. A final wheezing gasp and twitch, and her body ceased moving, nothing more than meat left in the bottom of Xavier's gut, rapidly absorbing into his intestines for further processing.

He still wasn't dead, despite being digested three entire times from one form to another. His sensations were still there, telling him he was pushing deeper into the gryphon's body. It was hard to tell what he was at first, focusing only on the sounds he was still catching. They were distant and muffled, but the resonated so deeply he could still tell what he was hearing.

"Nnnf ... ngggh!" came those distinctly orgasmic grunts, along with a faint splattering sound. Perhaps he was cumming all over the forest floor, unloading another load, his balls already recharged. "There we go. I enjoyed you, Chori. You were a pleasure to digest. Smooth and soft, and a good struggler. Ecstasy with every churn."

He gave a laugh that rumbled right down to Hayn.

"I know you both can hear me. And you're going to feel every single thing while my body deals with you. Mmmmm." His moan was almost a purr. "I'm going to squeeze you both through my intestines, absorbing every single thing I need, and when you've taken a nice trip through my body I'm going to take a great big shit right here beneath a tree. All you'll ever be again is a steaming pile, fertilizing the grass beneath you. But at least you'll be together. Romantic in a way, isn't it?"

He might as well have been talking to himself, at least by outward appearance. Hayn was listening. He had no other choice. Some part of him could feel Chori nearby, though he couldn't speak to her. As much as he wanted to comfort her, to try to think of something that could possibly lessen the trauma of having her flesh and organs melted while she screamed in pain, he couldn't say a word. He could only think them, helplessly churning through the gryph's intestines, sliding along and slowly solidifying more and more as he was drained and absorbed along that warm journey. Digestive noise was his only companion on that messy journey, slowly pushing down, inch by inch, winding back and forth as they were turned from digested chocobo into a thick load of gryphon shit. Dried, firmer, packed tight, he was left to bask in the humiliation, feeling the solid form he was becoming, Chori's beautiful body ruined and transformed into a great big mass of filth winding through the beast's bowels.

It was hard to tell how long it took. Maybe it was minutes, maybe it was hours. His mind was barely there, faded and broken by the horror he'd been put through. He wasn't sure what Chori was thinking. All he knew was he felt an end point, pressing up a tight wall that flexed against their solid presence. A faint crackling came with that passage spreading open, and in the very far distance he heard a grunt and a huff from the huge gryph as he started flexing. Pushing them forward into the open air, hitting them with the shocking contrast of the cold outside, he set to squeezing them out in one big massive pile. Hayn mentally grunted as he freefell to the ground, impacting hard and starting to pile up. The massive, steaming mound was packed with bones and feathers, faint traces of what Chori used to be, poking out of the hard-packed pieces of shit that they'd both been gruesomely morphed into by his powerful digestive system.

The warmth was fading. So were his thoughts. He felt the tremors of the gryphon rising and moving, unable to pinpoint his position. All he knew was he was outside of him, squeezed out of his feline ass, dumped upon the forest floor. It was growing colder, but it was warmer still once he heard a little sigh, and got hit with a hot stream of gryphon piss. The steaming stream knocked a few pieces of the pile around, sending that waste slumping down in the puddle, leaving steaming for a while. The heat was fading again, and the gryph was already leaving. Hayn could hear his footfalls fading, though not before he gave them one last little taunt.

"And now I'm done with you. As far as meals go, you weren't bad. I enjoyed listening to your girlfriend's screeching, Hayn. Mmm, and Chori, you were pleasant to shit out. Feathers always tickle so delightfully. Enjoy your new form, the both of you. That's all you'll be, forever. And no one but me will know." He gave a soothed sighed, licking at his beak. "That's just what happens in a gryphon's woods. You won't be the last I leave serving the soil. Maybe that tree will grow a little taller thanks to you."

With that, he departed, leaving them to stew in their horrible, humiliating fate. There was only their thoughts, and sensations, left feeling the waste they'd become sinking down into the dirt. Minutes of muted mental anguish became hours, and became days. That monument dried and sank down, absorbing bit by bit, pound by pound, absorbed by the dirt beneath them. Dragon and chocobo, scooped up and devoured alive by a gryphon, subjected to a terrible end simply for the crime of being in the same forest as him. Their thoughts began to fade out with every passing moment, the less of them that remained, until they were simply nothing. They vanished from existence, their final thoughts nothing more than the wicked degradation that came with being processed into feeling, thinking, self-aware gryphon shit thanks to a little magic. Then there was nothing, their digested bodies soaked into the grass, used up by the forest, never to be found.