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A black feathered gryphon walks down a dirt road, passing by a cart going the other way. She doesn't attract any attention by doing this, seeing as all the other people about also happen to be gryphons. She does draw a few curious glances even so, just not for her species. Her feathers and beak mark her quite clearly as an adult, yet she is barely three feet tall, in comparison to the six to eight feet of height that most of the other gryphons have attained. She doesn't seem to mind the looks at all, walking along with a grin on her beak.

Hunya likes towns like this. Big enough that a newcomer isn't unusual to the point of drawing unjustified suspicion, but small enough she can get around them without tiring herself out. Plus every one of them has its own special character. This one seems to have a large number of hats in use, of all sorts of shapes and colors. And not much of any other clothing beyond what is practical, which suits the little gryphoness just fine. She prefers to go around in just her feathers anyway, and in places she has to put on clothing she always feels itchy from it.

She pauses to look at a street sign, then makes a left turn. She saw a particular shop down this way a couple days ago, and wants to go check it out. She would have before, but she didn't have any of the local money then. Now though, the pouch tied under her wing is heavy with coins. A surprising number of the local gryphons were willing to pay a little gryphoness for some of her time. And only a couple of them actually wanted sex.

She takes a right turn, onto the street she is looking for. Only about fifty feet later she finds the shop, right where she remembered it was. There is no sign on it, but she walks in the front door anyway.

The space is well lit by a variety of lamps, making it easy to see the numerous glass cases along the walls and spaced out across the floor space. Each case displays an intricately carved chess set, with all sorts of styles and sizes evident. Hunya doesn't take long to walk over to the only other person in the room; a grey gryphon about twice as tall as she is, with orange highlights on his feathers. He is behind a counter along one wall, and already looking her way, having turned to see who it was that entered his shop. "I am back! With money this time. Do you still have it?"

He chuckles at her enthusiasm, and nods, pulling a small metal box out from behind his counter. "I do. I heard about some of what you did around town. You know, if you had told me you were going to go around doing things for people so you could get this, I am sure I could have come up with quite a few tasks you could to do to help me. You wouldn't have needed to solicit half the town."

The little gryphoness reaches up for the box, wanting to make sure it is as she remembers it. Things have this unfortunate tendency to change around her unexpectedly. "Well, that would have saved me some time. I will remember to ask in the future." She slides the lid open, revealing a miniature chess set made entirely of metal. Even the board is formed from alternating steel and copper sections, with the pieces matching. "Ah! It is just as pretty as it was a few days ago." She picks up one of the knights, in the shape of a gryphon with talons bared, and admires it.

After a few moments she puts it away and closes up the box. She reaches under her wing and draws out quite a few coins, placing them up on the counter. "Here. I need to make room for this in my pouch anyway, so I might as well go ahead and pay you directly. That said, I do like to help. Especially people who can make things like this. If you have some things I could help with, I would be happy to do so!" She grins at him, adding a little suggestive head tilt to it.

He is just about to reply when there is a scream from outside, followed by the sound of thunder. The larger gryphon hides behind his counter, but Hunya doesn't follow him. Instead she moves to the front door, looking outside. She can hear more screams and thunder, sounding like it is getting further away, and across the road she can see the form of another gryphon, lying in a tangled heap. They look like they just suddenly stopped moving and fell over, while running.

What catches her attention more though is the shadow being cast on the street. The thing casting it must be huge, but there wasn't anything there when she went into the building. And whatever it is seems to be floating in the air. A familiar sort of humming sound just adds more to her confusion. The people around here barely have electricity, much less the technology for antigravity aircraft!

A sudden movement at the end of the street causes her to duck back inside the building. Whatever it is doesn't move like a gryphon, and she doesn't want it to see her. She moves back over close to the counter, going as quietly as she can. At least she thinks knows what the sound like thunder is now, if the technology level is so high. And she knows how to block it, and buy them at least a little bit of time. "Stay quiet," she whispers to the shop owner, "I think I have an idea. We need to hide behind your thickest glass case. That should block their weapons."

Having something to do seems to bring the grey gryphon somewhat out of his panic. He points to a particular case, with his largest chess set on display within it, and the two move to put it between themselves and the entrance. Just in time too, as not a second later the door breaks into splinters from the impact of something strong kicking it. The shape beyond is huge, and it rips out more of the doorway as it steps into the room.

It is quadrupedal, and unnaturally thin for how large it is. Hunya recognizes it as something robotic, but the exact design isn't familiar to her. What is familiar is the weapon attached to its side, pointing at the two gryphons. An advanced stun gun; quite versatile, but vulnerable to being blocked by strong insulating materials. As she watches the weapon glows, but it doesn't fire. The glass will prevent it from finding a conduit path, at least for now.

The machine looks at the pair, seeming to be glaring at them menacingly. It doesn't move though. Hunya knows she has only bought some time, and not much of it. She looks around the room hurriedly, searching for something she can use. She has always been proud of her improvisational capabilities, but nothing comes to mind. Then she hears the sound of loud footsteps coming from behind the wall to the side, and she realizes that she has even less time than she thought.

With a crash a hole appears in the wall, and before either gryphon can react a bolt of electricity crashes through the air and hits the store owner. Hunya is running even as he collapses, trying desperately to get to the back room of the store before either of the machines can target her. She knows it won't work, but there is nothing else she can think of to do. She doesn't even make it half way there before she is hit. She doesn't hear the bolt coming, just suddenly feels her body seize up moments before she blacks out.

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Everything hurts. The dark feathered gryphoness groans, and twitches a bit as she slowly regains consciousness. She opens her eyes, then blinks in surprise. She can't see anything. Her panicked reaction to being apparently blind is forestalled as her wings find no room to extend, being blocked. A few moments of feeling about later she realizes that she is in a small space, barely big enough to hold her.

Hunya has always enjoyed small spaces, but this situation isn't exactly calming to her. Being captured and then shoved into a box is rather stressful actually. The sides feel padded and soft, but she can't make the material under the padding move when she applies all her strength to the task. At least not being able to see anything seems more likely to be because there just isn't any light, rather than because she is blind.

Her pouch is gone, along with all the various small tools she had hidden in her feathers. Normally that would stress her out more, but she finds she just doesn't have the energy. Actually she is feeling rather lethargic, which is odd since the air seems to be being replenished somehow. She ought to have passed out again minutes ago if the air in the box is all she had. Perhaps it has a lower oxygen level than she is used to.

An indeterminate time passes. She doesn't feel hungry or thirsty, or need to eliminate. With nothing to do, she finds herself bored mostly. Her muscles start to ache from not being able to move, but that is the only indication she has that time is passing at all. If she even had enough space to pace in a small circle it is possible she could get out eventually, but she can't even attempt it.

A grinding noise from outside, then a feeling of motion. That is her first indication of something changing. Her box is moving, with her trapped inside of it. She works to get her tired body into shape to try to get free as soon as the box opens, but it is difficult.

She doesn't have long to prepare either. She is moving for only a couple of minutes before she comes to a stop. A light, blindingly bright after so long in the dark, appears above her as the top of the box starts to fold open. She doesn't waste a second, making a quick leap for the opening as soon as it seems big enough for her to force her way through.

She is fast even in her sore and oxygen deprived state, but something else is faster. She feels cold metal grab her by the neck, painfully halting her forward motion. Before she can even think to try to reach to pry it off, her limbs are also grabbed and held. Her beak too, cutting off her scream of rage at such treatment. She can't make the bindings budge at all, and as her eyes adjust to the light she can see that she is held by robotic arms, attached to the ceiling apparently. She can still breathe just fine, so they aren't trying to harm her. Yet, at least.

"Okay, we're ready! Bring it down." A voice directs Hunya's attention downward, and as the arms start to move her lower toward the floor she sees a couple of figures standing and looking at her. They are dragons, not much bigger than a typical gryphon. One appears to be a light brown color, and the other is a deep green, though most of their scales seem to be covered in white lab coats.

The gryphoness also sees that there is quite a lot of equipment around, none of which she recognizes on sight. It all looks highly advanced though.

As soon as she is low enough the green dragon steps forward and starts looking at her quite closely, while the brown lays down and holds up a pad and stylus to take notes. They both completely ignore the pleading look in the gryphoness' eyes. "First things first. Mammalian female, at least on the outside. Scale says 23 kilos. That is rather small. And weren't the others in this batch avian?"

The brown dragon looks at his pad, and taps it a couple of times. "That's right. The collector thought that she looked odd, so they did a genetic sequence on her. She doesn't match the locals at all." He pauses. At least, Hunya thinks they are both male. Sometimes it can be hard to tell just from voice, particularly for other species. "Looks like we have a reality traveler. Some of the items taken off her are at least five hundred years beyond local capabilities."

The green dragon looks at her with a grin. "Bad luck, huh? Traveling through right at the wrong time. That's okay. We don't discriminate here." He reaches up and pulls open her left wing, once again ignoring the look she is giving him. "Left wing 143 centimeters." He releases that, then pulls open the other one. "She is nicely symmetrical. Right wing 142 centimeters."

He continues like that, measuring her all over. She can't tell how he is doing it, since he doesn't seem to be holding anything or looking at anything with a readout. She glares at him, but she can't do anything else. The arms move her around whenever he needs her position changed, but otherwise keep her almost completely still.

Eventually he stops, and looks back at the brown. "Did I miss any?" A headshake is the response. "Well, time to start on the second set."

Up until this point the equipment all around hasn't been used. The green changes that, collecting a cylindrical device and bringing it over to Hunya. He spreads the feathers along her chest, finding the featherless area underneath, and presses the cylinder against her. She feels the sharp pain of a needle being driven into her, and fails to push herself away from it. It remains in her for several seconds before withdrawing, but the dragon doesn't take the device away. Suddenly the gryphoness feels a sharp pain, as though a chunk of her flesh was just cut out. She can't scream with her beak held shut, but she really tries.

There isn't any blood that falls to the floor as the green dragon takes the cylinder to another of the devices, and inserts it into a matching port. Hunya's pain subsides rapidly, and soon she is back to glaring ineffectually at the dragons.

While the machine works on her blood and flesh, the green dragon returns to the captive gryphon. He brings along a tray full of small items, but he walks behind her with them before she can get a good look. He evidently is also trying to get a good look, as seconds later she can feel her tail lifted into the air by yet another mechanical arm from the ceiling.

Normally Hunya would enjoy being exposed to another person. It is definitely a fetish of hers. But this is anything but a normal situation, and she feels incredibly violated. The feeling just grows stronger as she feels one of the dragon's talons stroke across her slit. He is quite gentle, and it is clear he is trying to make it feel good. And as much as she tries to deny it, he is succeeding.

The gryphoness feels herself starting to grow aroused, despite her best efforts to prevent it. She has just never been able to control it. Soon she can feel that she has gotten wet, and is getting wetter. "Looks like she gets involuntary arousal." She hears the voice from behind her, calling out her state. The humiliation is soon overwhelmed by anger. How dare they?

Of course, her anger is just as useless as everything else at getting her free. That doesn't stop it from getting even stronger when she feels a talon pressing into her, sliding between her wet netherlips quite easily. The dragon doesn't scratch her, evidently being dexterous enough to avoid it. A second talon follows the first, then a third. Then the dragon's entire forepaw. Hunya doesn't feel any strain, as she is surprisingly stretchy on the inside. She starts to tremble with her fury as she feels the hand pressing all the way into her, seeming to be testing how far she can stretch. "Vaginal depth is about 15 centimeters. Volume is nearly 300 cubic centimeters. Feels like she could stretch further with some coaxing."

She hears a little clatter from behind her, then the feeling of something cold and smooth pressing against the bottom of her vaginal passage. It is held there for several seconds, then taken away. The paw is also withdrawn from her, giving her hope that they are done violating her for now.

That hope vanishes in mere seconds as she feels the still wet talon poking at her tailhole, attempting to get inside. She clenches up immediately, trying to deny him access to her any further. "Come on little birdy, open up for me. Don't make this more difficult than it has to be." She finds this argument less than convincing, and keeps clenching. "Fine then."

She hears the moving about of small items on the tray, as the dragon searches for something. He seems to find it quickly, and Hunya twitches as she feels a needle poked into her rear and a cold fluid injected into her. Nothing happens for a second, then she starts to lose feeling in her hind legs. The entire back half of her body soon follows, thwarting her attempt at keeping herself clenched to prevent the talon from getting into her tailhole. "Make a note that she will need an hour to get the paralytic broken down."

She hears the dragon moving behind her as she loosens up, but at least she can't feel what he is doing anymore. It doesn't stop her from being able to imagine it though. "It feels like the collector cleaned her out nicely, so that won't need to be done again. Temperature is 314 K." He pauses for a bit, and she can feel her body shifting as he reaches inside of her, even if she can't feel him directly. "She is nicely stretchy back here too. 5 centimeter diameter seems about the average. Probably close to 1300 cubic in volume."

Hunya doesn't feel the hand come out of her again, but she does hear as he pushes the tray back in front of her. She can smell her scent on him, and it makes her mad all over again. He grabs a small tube filled with clear liquid, and places it in another machine. It seems he is done with her for now, as instead of grabbing something else to violate or torture her with he just waits while the machine does its work.

The wait isn't long before the device makes a sort of ping noise, and puts out a sheet of paper. The green dragon grabs the paper, as well as a similar sheet from the machine he put Hunya's flesh and blood into before, and looks at them as he walks over to the brown dragon. "Looks like she is quite healthy. No significant pathogens, or any signs of liver or kidney problems. A bit on the lean side though."

The brown is writing fast on his pad, finishing up adding everything. He glances up at the gryphoness, who is giving him a glare that would melt holes in steel, if gryphon glares had that sort of power. "Seems like she is a good specimen. Which section do you think? Most of them could use her quite nicely." He swipes on his pad, while the green moves to look.

"My first thought is section L-7. If I remember they were behind quota from these last few batches."

The brown taps his pad a couple of times, then shakes his head. "No good. Looks like they had an escape that shut down most of L block." A few more taps. "Says the situation is contained, but they don't have an estimated restart time. That is odd."

"Don't think about it too much. The higher ups know what they are doing. My second though is S-3. No, wait! S-13. They have been having trouble finding suitable stock, and I think she would be perfect."

Even more taps on the pad. "Looks like they just put out a priority request too. Higher quota for the upcoming holiday. Good thought."

The brown dragon makes a decisive press on his pad, and rapidly the arms holding Hunya begin to move. She is carried back up toward the box she arrived in this place in, and unceremoniously shoved back inside. She hears the dragons starting making small talk as she is taken away, both completely ignoring the plight of the gryphoness.

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Hunya's second time in the darkness is much shorter than the first one. Pretty close to an hour, if she had to guess. She feels herself moved about a couple of times early on, then is mostly just left to feel the sensation slowly returning to her rear. She isn't as oxygen deprived this time, which is of little comfort.

The tingling has almost gone away completely when she suddenly hears the sound of the box folding open again. She had planned on trying to leap free again, not having any better ideas for how to get away, but her hind legs don't quite work right. She ends up laying half in and half out of the box as the mechanical arms reach for her.

The space she is in is very different. Instead of being suspended above an assortment of devices she is held in the middle of a moderately large room, with nothing present but the arms holding her. Even the box she was brought here in was taken away as soon as she was removed. Every surface is a sterile white, with no markings she can see.

She isn't given long to look at her surroundings before they suddenly spring into motion. More arms emerge from the ceiling and floor, seeming to be in a hurry. Some of them carry items, others have odd shapes. The gryphoness doesn't have time to react as things happen so fast. She feels the pain of feathers being plucked out across her body while an arm injects something in her neck, another attaches something colorful to her beak, and she hears the sound of her fur being shaved off her hind legs. Warm water is sprayed on her as her forelegs are grabbed and tied together, and other arms scrub her with brushes.

She barely has time to register the cold of not having any feathers anymore before she is flipped onto her back and lowered toward the ground, finding herself placed in a metal tray she is certain wasn't there moments ago. Her hind legs get bound to the side of the tray by a pair of loops that seem placed there for the purpose, while her featherless wings are spread and likewise bound.

In the span of what can't be more than five minutes Hunya ends up entirely without feathers or fur, with all her limbs and her beak bound, in a metal tray. The bindings keep her hind legs spread, revealing her nethers to the room. Her bindings look and feel like red ribbons, with the one on her beak even tied in the shape of a bow, but when she tries to struggle against them they feel as strong as steel cables.

The arms pull back, seeming to be waiting for a moment. And when the gryphoness gets a second to ponder it, she thinks she knows why. Even through the pain of her newly lost feathers she can still feel where she was injected by something. What it was becomes quite clear after a moment too, as a familiar sensation starts to run though her. It is an aphrodisiac, and an incredibly strong one at that.

She feels herself start to get aroused almost instantly, feeling warm all over despite the chill of her bare skin. Her confusion about why she was injected with such a substance fades away as lust fills her mind. And her pussy grows wet quite rapidly, the odd sensation of her own fluids dripping across her skin coming to her after only a minute or so.

The last seems to be what the mechanical arms were waiting for, as a trio of them reach for her dripping slit. Two hold her open, and she feels the third press into her. Her body reacts as though it is the cock she is craving, clenching down on it and shivering with the feeling. But what is left of her rational mind knows better, and just can't be surprised when she feels something start to be injected into her depths.

It hurts, whatever it is. It feels like it is a powder made of tiny grains or crystals that scrape against her sensitive inner walls. They seem to start dissolving quickly as they mix with her fluids, becoming sticky instead. Even the pain of the procedure doesn't stop her body releasing more liquid into the blend, and the arm fills her with more powder in response. It doesn't take long before she can see the mixture start to seep out of her, revealing it to be a bright red color. It isn't the right color for blood. She is pretty sure she recognizes it actually, along with its scent, and a feeling of horror starts to fill her as she realizes that she is being filled by candy, made using her own juices.

That still isn't enough to stop her forced arousal though, and she keeps providing more fluid to be mixed with. Whatever effect has been keeping her hydrated and fed this whole time is evidently still working, as she never seems to run out. More arms reach down, spreading the candy mixture across her body. It takes a while, but eventually she ends up almost entirely coated in a thin layer. The ribbons and her head are all that is left uncovered.

It doesn't stop there though. The arms keep making more of the mixture from her juices, using it to fill a bag. Hunya is just too exhausted to wonder at this point, having been under the effects of the aphrodisiac for at least an hour without any sort of release. The machines seem to be deliberately avoiding stimulating her more than just a little bit, keeping her from any real pleasure.

Once the bag is full the arms move away from her, leaving the bound and sticky gryphoness alone for a moment. It can't last though, and she feels the tray she is in picked up and moved. She sees a different box than the one she was in before, looking like it has some sort of advanced technology integrated with it. She sees the red bag placed inside, next to a little metal cylinder she hasn't seen before, then watches as she is slowly slid in and the lid is shut. An odd feeling fills her, and then . . .

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. . . the box opens again, and she feels herself being slid out. No time seems to have passed, and yet her surroundings are completely different. It looks like a kitchen, which she is quite certain is not a good sign given that everything is sized for a creature significantly larger than her, and she seems to be on the kitchen counter. The purple dragon looking at her with an appraising gaze doesn't help the situation at all.

"Oh, you look just adorable! How perfect!" Hunya is pretty sure that this dragon is female, going by the voice. But that doesn't matter to the gryphoness at this point, and it is only the ribbon holding her beak shut that prevents her from expressing her own feelings about the situation in all the colorful language she has picked up from years of traveling between worlds. Needless to say, she doesn't find anything about the situation anywhere close to 'perfect.'

"Now, let's see, where did I stick that spice mix." The dragoness looks around the room, moving out of Hunya's limited line of sight for a moment, then comes back holding a shaker. "You will want to close your eyes, little one. This stuff stings."

Hunya just glares, and after a moment the dragoness shrugs and starts to shake the spices onto her anyway, at which point the gryphoness gives up her pointless act of defiance and closes her eyes. She feels the mixture sticking to her skin, and shivers as much as she can bound like she is. It itches, but she can't do anything about it. She recognizes the smell of salt, but none of the other scents are familiar to her.

"Okay, I am all done. You can open your eyes now." Hunya does so, blinking out a bit that managed to get in anyway. She returns to glaring at the dragoness, who only seems to find it amusing. "Aren't you just the cutest thing? I am so glad we decided to get you. I was skeptical at first, but I really think you will set the mood just perfectly!"

"Now, what am I forgetting? Oh, of course!" The dragoness looks down at Hunya's sticky pussy, and starts to reach for it with a talon. "They always seem to leave you unsatisfied before shipping you out, but I think gryphons taste better after an orgasm. What do you say, little one? One last time before you go?"

The gryphoness shakes her head. She is entirely willing to forgo that pleasure if it means denying this predator what she wants. But the purple dragoness ignores it, and reaches through the sticky coating to start to finger the smaller female's clit.

The aphrodisiacs are still strong in Hunya's bloodstream, and so it doesn't take long for her defiant attitude to dissolve under the skillful touches. She squirms and tries to trill as the pleasure she was denied before starts to rise. Soon she has lost herself in the sensation, forgetting all about the whole situation for at least a little while.

The dragoness has done this many times before, and works to draw out the gryphoness' pleasure as long as possible. All the better to properly season the meat, after all. She has quite a few minutes to wait while the oven heats up anyway, so she takes her time. The little bird squirms in her roasting pan for at least ten minutes before shuddering and crying as a climax rushes through her. And then the oven isn't quite done heating up, so the dragoness starts to work on another. All together Hunya goes through four orgasms before the oven beeps to announce that it is ready.

Each climax sends lines of fire through the gryphoness' insides, as her body pulls some of the thick sugar mixture deeper into her depths like it was seed to fertilize her eggs. But she isn't able to stop herself from having one after another, crying at the mix of pain and pleasure she is forced to experience. Eventually it stops, and she opens her tear filled eyes to look at her tormentor.

The dragoness isn't even looking her way, instead reading the directions on the side of the metal cylinder that was included in the box with her. "Ah, looks like this is to help set the mood as well. See, you really are just perfect." The dragoness sets the end of the metal cylinder against the avian's thigh, and it makes a little click noise as it starts to inject.

Hunya writhes with pain once more, as it feels like being injected with shards of glass. It hurts so much. The dragoness ignores the pained squirming of her future meal, moving to open the oven door, then lift the roasting pan with its cargo up to the edge.

The gryphoness feels the heat on her skin, and tries to flinch away from the source of additional pain. She isn't even in it all the way yet, and it is unbearable. It seems like a giant cavern, obviously designed to handle meals much larger than the little female. "Well, time to get roasting, little one. Have fun!"

As she is slid in and the door is closed on her, Hunya tries to scream. It is the worst thing she has felt, by far. She can feel her body temperature rising rapidly, and there is nothing she can do about it. Normally she would pant to cool off, but with her beak held shut that isn't an option.

The gryphoness starts to feel dizzy fairly rapidly, as she starts to overheat. She can hear sizzling as the candy coating on her skin starts to bubble, and tries one final effort to get herself free of her bindings. She groans as she pulls with all her might on the ribbons holding her in place, keeping at it until she collapses with exhaustion. They don't even give a little bit.

Her thoughts begin to blur, and she feels confused. How long has it been? Ten minutes? An hour? Barely a few seconds? Time is impossible to tell.

It doesn't take long for Hunya's consciousness to start to fragment and shut down. Her body just isn't built to handle such temperatures, and definitely not without its usual ways of keeping cool. In less than half an hour her heart beats its last beat, going still as the blood inside it continues to heat up.

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Nobody is around to witness Hunya's passing, the dragoness already off getting things ready in other areas of the house. The oven, being a rather smart sort of machine, does notice that its cargo has died, and shifts its temperature and convection settings to compensate. But that is all. She isn't done yet.

Over the next three hours the oven continues to work on the special gryphon roast within it, occasionally beeping when something needs done it can't handle on its own. It keeps track of the external and internal conditions of the meal, keeping from burning the outside, while making sure the inside gets cooked properly.

The roast gets glazed with the candy coating made from her own juices, adding a sweet layer on her outside. At the same time on the inside, the small crystalline particles contained in the last injection the gryphon received start to break open, releasing a new special chemical into the cooking blood.

The oven makes a happy chime as it determines the roast is ready. The dragoness comes by and pulls it out to rest. It is still the cutest gryphon roast she has ever seen, and she hopes her boyfriend will appreciate it as much as she does. He is already in the other room, continuing to eat the main meal, as the special roast is for dessert. She heads back in, leaving the steaming gryphon on the counter, right where she was alive not so long ago.

Soon enough they are ready, and the blood of the main meal is cleaned up. The special meal is brought out, and admired by the couple. They eat together, savoring the sweet taste, and waiting for the special effects to happen.

Soon enough the aphrodisiac released from the last injection takes hold, and the romantic dessert turns into a session of frantic lovemaking, the remains of the gryphon roast forgotten in the moment, and eventually knocked onto the floor by a misplaced kick.