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It is the largest forest known in all three continents. Well over a thousand miles north to south, and twice that east to west, it is often referred to as just "The Forest" and people will know what is meant. Scattered rivers and trails fight their way through the greenery, and villages are dotted throughout, but most of it remains uncharted and unexplored. Every year ancient ruins are discovered by successful exploration parties. But far more groups just vanish, overcome by the dangers that lurk in the shadows. On this particular day, in a clearing hidden in the far reaches of this incredible forest, a scream rings out through the trees.

"How could you do that to her? She trusted you!"

A female gryphon with pure white feathers yells in anguish, while punching at the side of the only other figure present. The target of her ire is another gryphon, many times her size and with feathers of a warm brown. He doesn't seem to notice her, focusing instead on the sensation of her sister, who is currently sliding into his stomach. He can feel the final struggles, and hear her screams. He knows she won't last long. They never do.

The white gryphoness can hear the screams too, and soon collapses in tears. She knows she should be running away, but she can't summon up the energy to do so.

The delay dooms her, as the huge male turns his attention in her direction. "No need for that. You don't have to cry," he says, affecting a comforting tone. Somehow his words have weight to them, an almost tangible force. Immediately the gryphoness stops crying, looking up at him. He grins at her, the sadistic expression somehow not registering to the female. "She is safe and warm now, protected within me. You would like to join her, wouldn't you?"

Despite the ongoing screams coming from her sister and the tears still drying on her feathers, the white gryphoness grins cheerfully and nods. "Of course I would Terro! May I?"

Terro chuckles to himself, as he loves when a plan comes together. He hasn't even had to use any of his magic, just the sheer force of personality he has attained. He chose the pair from the village they lived in specifically for not being of strong will, and the results are wonderful. He lays on his side with a rather loud thump, revealing that he is quite aroused. He directs another sinister grin at the gryphoness as he talks to her again. "Not yet. Soon enough though I will have room for you. In the meantime how about you use that lovely beak of yours and take care of me, while I finish helping your sister."

The female nods eagerly, and moves to do so. Terro starts to purr in anticipation, as he just loves this part. He watches as the gryphoness lays along his side, and starts licking his length slowly before reaching out and taking it into her beak. She has obviously done this before with someone else, as she expertly avoids hurting him with the sharp edges of her beak. He lets her work on him for a while as he feels his belly, just waiting for the right moment to arrive.

From where the white gryphoness is she can't help but hear the dying screams of her sister coming from within the large male, but she pays them no mind. Terro on the other hand grins sadistically, and reaches to press the female down harder on his cock. As he forces himself deep into her throat he savors the feeling of the final moments going on inside his stomach.

He feels the last struggle of the gryphoness within him, and he comes hard right as she expires, blasting his seed down the throat of her sister. He holds the female down on his cock as he savors his orgasm, enjoying her increasingly frantic struggles to pull away from him and get air. He watches her carefully even as the pleasure runs through him, and lets her free before she passes out. It wouldn't do to have her end be so easy, after all.

"Good job," he tells her, as she finishes gasping for air. Her angry expression vanishes as if it never existed, and she smiles at him happily. "Now clean me up, and then we will see what else you can do to earn the privilege of joining your sister."

The evil gryphon grins as the female sets about her task with gusto, working hard to be able to die screaming in his stomach. He starts to lay back to enjoy the feeling, and decide what to make her do next. However he is distracted by something. His ears perk up as he hears an unfamiliar noise, and he waves the gryphoness away from him. She steps back and sits down, leaving him enough attention to focus on the possible threat. The sound is getting closer, and it almost reminds him of the noise the air makes when he does a high speed dive.

Terro isn't the sort to take risks in the name of curiosity, and his magical talents reflect this. With a few gestures and words he vanishes from view, and a few more produce magical protections for him. He moves to the side in case someone was watching, then sits to wait and see what it is that is approaching. If he has one complaint about being so much larger than the average gryphon, it is that he makes an awful lot of noise trying to get away.

Only about half a minute later a large shape comes into view over the trees. It is metal, the size of a building, and flying. Terro has never seen anything like it, but he quickly identifies what looks like weapons hanging from the underside of the object. It looks powerful, whatever it is, and he quickly prepares more magic to get himself far away from here. The loss of the gryphoness is regrettable, but regret is better than death.

Unfortunately for him he waits a second too long. With a cry of shock he feels his spells drain away, along with the power of all his magic items, as an anti-magic field covers him. He has never heard of one so large before, but that doesn't cause him to delay a second longer as he turns to run.

Terro hears the sound of crackling electricity from where the female is standing, but doesn't turn to look. He just keeps running, trying to get far enough away to be able to escape. He doesn't make it. The sound of more electricity fills his ears as his whole body locks up from a discharge. He collapses forward, knocking over a small tree as he does so.

The first shock isn't enough to knock him out. Nor is the second. In total he endures seven of them before he finally slips into unconsciousness.

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Terro's first sensation is pain, as awareness starts to return. He has a splitting headache, and it doesn't seem to be getting better. He tries to groan, and is confused when it doesn't sound right. For a moment he worries his hearing is damaged, but then he feels the sensation of something in his beak. The realization that he is gagged causes some adrenaline to start flowing, and he opens his eyes to look around despite the pain the light causes.

His fear increases as he notices his head won't move, nor will his limbs. His limited field of view doesn't let him look at what is holding him, but in front of him is the answer. Another gryphon is there, facing away from Terro with his rear visible. Also visible is a complex looking mechanism that holds the other gryphon in place, binding every limb in position. The arrangement has joints and extensions, and looks like it can move. Turning his eyes to his left and right Terro sees several other gryphons, all similarly restrained. He doesn't recognize any of them, and they come in all sizes and colors.

Some other surprises come as Terro takes stock of himself. Despite his headache his body feels fairly good. Considering his last memory is of being electrified over and over, he would expect to be in pain across his entire body. Either someone used some healing magic on him, or it has been several days since he was captured. He leans toward the former, as his stomach is empty of the gryphoness he ate, but he isn't feeling hungry.

His magic items are of course gone, but what shocks him is that somehow his contingency spells are too. The effort someone is going to in order to keep him here is rather astounding. Turning his magical senses outward he feels a familiar sort of spell energy permeating the space. It feels like a sustenance effect, but in his experience getting such a spell to target a wide area is supposed to be impossible. One of many impossibilities about this situation. It does explain why he doesn't feel hungry, though now he has no idea how long he has been here.

The situation is looking increasingly worse. He doesn't know any useful magic that could be cast while gagged and bound like this, and trying all his strength against his bonds does nothing. He doesn't even hurt himself, as the mechanism shifts to prevent his muscles from getting strained. The gag is padded too. Whoever has him here wants him to be healthy, and he isn't even allowed to harm himself.

Terro finds himself with nothing to do but wait, as there aren't even any free people here to try and manipulate into letting him free. So wait he does. He tries his bonds again occasionally, and attempts to sleep, but mostly he is bored.

He loses all sense of time, trapped in a room with some large number of other gryphons. He doesn't even have any of his bodily processes to distract him, as the sustenance effect removes the need, along with most of the need for sleep. His best guess is that he waits a few days before something interesting happens, but he has no real idea.

The long wait is interrupted as Terro hears mechanical noise, coming from above him. He looks up as well as he can, but doesn't see anything immediately. The noise descends to his left, then goes back up again. He can't turn his head to look, but then it does it again closer to him. This repeats several times, before it gets close enough for him to see what is going on. A giant metal arm is attached to the ceiling, and reaching down to grab gryphons and take them up toward the side wall. It grabs the whole platform underneath the gryphons, keeping them contained as it carries them away. It is going along a couple of rows ahead of him, grabbing the closest ones to the wall first.

He can do nothing but watch and wait as the arm removes all the gryphons ahead of him, and then to his left. Finally it is his turn, and he is lifted into the air. He gets to see where all the others are going, and watches as the gryphon ahead of him disappears down a tunnel on a conveyor belt. He is placed on the belt too, and feels himself moving along slowly. The tunnel is dark, but it doesn't last for long. All too soon he is thrust back out into the light, and gets his first look at his captors. Dragons! These don't seem to be the dragons he is familiar with though, as they are smaller and come in far more colors. Most of them are smaller than he is.

The dragons seem to be working at stations, and each station has a bound gryphon at it. They look to be examining the gryphons, using all sorts of strange tools. The whole space has an open feel to it, with glass separating the different spaces, and lighting coming from somewhere above. Terro passes by at least thirty of the stations before he is dragged off of the conveyor into a spot of his own. He sees two dragons there; one green and one purple. Inwardly he celebrates, as he finally has his chance.

Terro is almost irresistibly charming. He has worked at it for most of his life. Even without the assistance of magic his ability to manipulate people is supernatural. He is best with his voice, but in a pinch he can use subtle body language to achieve the same effect. He does so now, little shifts in his posture and expression pleading for the dragons to set him free. They pause in their set up, as they unexpectedly feel compelled to release all the bindings. With sympathetic smiles they start to do just that.

The gryphon starts to smile to himself, but is interrupted by a sudden loud voice from above him. It is speaking Draconic, but it doesn't sound like any natural voice. "Alert 93-G in bay 37!"

The dragons pause in their task at the voice, then yell as mechanical arms reach from the floor and grab them. They are forced out of the space through a door that opens up in the back, despite their cries and struggle to keep releasing Terro. He looks to see if any other dragons might be looking at him nearby, but before he can do anything the glass all around him goes black, leaving him out of view of anyone. He growls deep in his throat with frustration at being foiled in his attempt to get free, and pulls at his bonds to see if the dragons managed to do anything. His frustration mounts as the restraints are just as tight as ever. He settles back down to wait, as surely someone else will be along. They may be harder to manipulate, but he has to try.

Unfortunately for him that chance will never come. More mechanical arms rise from the floor, and as he watches they start to resume the preparations he distracted the dragons from. He can't manipulate constructs, and evidently whoever is in charge knows this. He glares out at the room, knowing there is nothing for him to do.

The arms set to work, poking and prodding him. He feels one of them take a blood sample, and others feeling at all his muscles and pressing in harder to check on his organs. It is remarkably like getting a full body checkup at a doctor. All the while his restraints start to move as well, shifting him around to allow the arms to access wherever they need to, even releasing sections at times. His gag is even removed for a moment, to let a light be shined into his mouth. It is all done carefully, to keep him from attempting to get free.

Terro gives another growl as he feels one of the arms lightly pressing against his sheath. It feels like it is trying to arouse him, as it rubs him in a stimulating way. It receives no response, as he never gets aroused unless he wants to be. He feels another arm feeling about under his tail, before pressing against his anus. That intrusion causes him to struggle more, filling with rage at the indignity. He can do nothing though, and the arm pushes inside him. It seems to be measuring him, how deep he goes and how far he stretches. The sensation is most unpleasant to the gryphon, and he keeps trying his best to force it out.

He feels several of his feathers pulled out, along with some of his fur, and small shocks run through him. His magical sense feels other forms of examination being performed on him. He can do nothing to resist as he is subject to the most thorough examination he has ever heard of. He doesn't even know what kinds of tests they may be doing that he has no idea about. It is humiliating, and eventually he just slumps and lets the tests be run.

It perhaps only twenty minutes before the arms stop and pull away from him, but it feels like several hours. One last arm reaches out and glues something to the top of his beak. Looking he sees that it is some sort of tag, hanging to the side. He doesn't have long to contemplate that, as the floor drops out from under him. He only drops a short distance though, and onto another conveyor belt. His noises of protest are muffled by the gag, and he soon shakes off the disorientation to look around himself.

Terro still can't turn his head, but the sights he can see are more than enough. It is the largest mechanical operation he has ever conceived of, with mechanisms and conveyor belts going everywhere. He can't even see the full extent, as everywhere he looks there are just more machines behind machines.

What he can see is that there are an awful lot of gryphons going through the complex. Some are bound like him, while others are standing, sleeping, or bound in other ways. Some are intact, but far too many of them are featherless, or missing body parts. Some appear to be dead. He can hear screams of terror and pain all over, and for a moment he revels in the sound. But what it bodes for him keeps him grounded.

The conveyor he is on takes him closer to the machines. Several times he is shifted to other belts, or lifted by an arm and moved to a different place. He swiftly loses track of all orientation, and stops looking at what is around him. He just lays in his restraints, waiting for it to all be over. At one point he thinks he hears a familiar scream, from the gryphoness he was playing with when he was captured, but it is hard to tell.

Terro doesn't have any idea how long it is before he feels himself stop moving. Opening his eyes he sees a long conveyor laid out in front of him, with another gryphon visible ahead. He is stopped for a couple of minutes before the line moves, taking him a short distance ahead and then stopping again.

Some distance away he can see another machine that reaches down and is frantically doing something. He can't see what it is, but it works quickly, and as soon as it is done the line moves forward again. This happens twice more before he can see clearly. The machine is removing gryphon feathers and fur, plucking them clean. Soon it is the turn for gryphon in front of him, and as Terro watches the other male is lifted in the air by his restraints, and the machine gets to work.

It is impressively fast work, as hundreds of small arms reach in to tug each feather out by its roots, handing them off to other arms that throw them into a hopper at the side. The gryphon is obviously in much pain, but can't even struggle effectively as the restraints keep him stationary. Different braces release to let the feathers under them be removed, then they clamp back into place just as fast. In less than a minute there is no trace of fur or feathers anywhere on the pink body.

Terro does his best to brace himself as the conveyor moves him into place, but there is nothing he can do. He is lifted up, and the plucking process starts. He groans and screams into his gag, but to no avail. Every single one of his prized feathers removed, and his fur shaved free. It feels like it takes forever, but eventually it stops.

He is pushed forward and a rush of cold water goes over him, cleaning off the remaining bits of feathers and fur. It is a curtain of water, and his restraints release in turn to let it get underneath them. It is all too fast for him to use though. Something in the water stings his eyes, and he hisses a bit at the feeling. But he can't stop watching the gryphon ahead of him, with horrified fascination.

The other gryphon moves into place in the next machine, and his restraints lift his wings up and spread them wide. It is like he is trying to take flight. A pair of arms reach from the sides, pressing against the base of the wings. Terro can see as the gryphon starts to struggle even harder, and smoke appears where the arms touch skin. It takes a moment for Terro to realize what is happening, and he can scarcely believe it until the other gryphon's wings are pulled free, having been cut off. There is no blood, but the smell of burnt flesh and bone is thick in the air.

Terro can't tell how the cutting occurred, but as he watches the removed wings are pulled away to the sides, and he starts to move forward into the machine's reach. He screeches into the gag, and tries to resist, but he can't do anything as his wings are spread out just like he saw. He can't see the arms reaching for him, but he can feel it when their cold metal presses on his skin. With a sound like nothing he has ever heard before he feels a burning line of fire cut through his flesh, then move along to sever his wings entirely.

He can't help but close his eyes with the pain, tears dripping along the bare skin of his face. When he opens them again he is greeted with an odd sight. The gryphon ahead has his rear forced up into the air, and is sporting a quite sizable erection. Terro watches in terror as arms reach out for the base of the pale length, grabbing and holding the other gryphon's balls and cock away from the rest of his body.

More smoke appears, and Terro thinks he can hear the gryphon's screams even through the gag as his balls are severed from his body and carried away. Any hope that might be had that the machines would stop there is dashed almost immediately, as the cutting arm moves quickly to the base of his cock, removing it too. As he watches the length carried away Terro can't help but think that he is grateful for his self-control of his arousal, as he will be spared such indignity.

The machines have other ideas in mind though, and he feels a sudden needle of pain as they inject something right in his sheath. With mounting horror he senses his cock start to emerge into the air, despite his attempts to control it. His rear is lifted in the air by his restraints, and barely thirty seconds later his shaft is at full hardness.

Terro whimpers as he feels the arms grabbing hold of his penis, hating that he has been brought to this point. His mind blanks away with pain as the cutting begins, severing his breeding tool from him like it is nothing. He can't do anything but scream, and the screaming doesn't stop when the cutting does. He can't even watch as he is moved forward again, the pain is too great.

He feels his hind legs spread out, and can't muster the energy to resist this time. It is just too much, and too hopeless. He feels as they are cut off though, taken to who knows where. He can't even care anymore. It is just too much, and it keeps coming whether he is ready for it or not.

His forelegs are removed next, leaving him nothing but a body with a crying head attached. He doesn't know what else there is for them to do with him after that, but whatever cruel mind devised this place wasn't about to stop there. He feels himself rolled over onto his back, and a long cut begins along his belly, moving back to sever his hips and tail. This time the feeling is numbed, as his body starts to go into shock at the increasing damage. All his sensations are blurred, and even the pain starts to fade away. As cuts dig into his chest to tear out his large flight muscles, he slowly shuts down.

Only moments later he loses consciousness, for the last time. The machines don't care, and continue carving his body into parts. Each piece is placed on a conveyor of its own, to be packed and refrigerated. Everything has its place, and even his bones end up taken for use as fertilizer or pet toys. Nothing is wasted, if only because everything has a use.

In the days to come his parts are shipped out, along with those of countless other gryphons, to various dragon cities. There they are consumed by the residents, and none of them ever learn his name. It isn't even the same world as he came from, and he is forgotten among so many others.