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Her name was Shinefeather, and she was a gryphon female with dark gold wings that reflected a shimmer when the sun was just right. Her head plumage was the same, her beak was orange-gold, and her body fur was a lighter shade of tan with a still lighter underbelly. Shinefeather, like all her kind, looked as though a giant eagle had a little too much to drink and ended up in bed with a lioness. Maybe that's how it happened, with a little 'love spring' action mixed in. Gryphons have been around for so long no one really knows.

Shinefeather wore a coat of light scale armor made of polished brass, with a helmet to match. The armor mostly covered her underside, as she was not a warrior gryphon and mostly worried about some humanoid or bandit flinging arrows in her direction as she flew by.

Strapped behind her shoulder blades was a saddle, for Shinefeather made a living giving rides to rich and bored tourists. At the south end of the city of Greyhawk was the Beastmaster's Tower, where you could rent any number of unusual beasts to ride. After a stint trying to rustle up business herself Shinefeather went to the Tower and since then she had as many customers as she wanted. The Tower didn't have to feed or house her, and they lined up customers for her so she didn't have to. It was a good deal for everyone and well giving them a cut of the fares.

Right now, however, there was a problem. Shinefeather was in heat and every gryphon in town knew it. Since the aerial patrols for the city employed gryphons there were a lot of them she had to bob and weave in midair to discourage would-be suitors. Shinefeather was smaller and more nimble than the amorous males so she evaded them all with ease, but her riders didn't much like being thrown around.

"Sorry," she shrieked over her shoulder to her current rider. A big dark-feathered male gryphon was trying to chase her down and she had to flit between two church steeples to evade him. Behind her was a thud and an irritated shriek, which at least meant her suitor hadn't killed himself.

"'S'alright," said the grinning half elf in the saddle. Like all her riders he'd put on a broad leather belt that buckled to the saddle. The half-elf had on a very expensive suit of light armor, brass-riveted brigandine on his upper body and segmented cuisses on his legs. It was a style currently in favor the the nobility so maybe he was a Count or some such. He paid well, which was enough for her.

"Can you take me out of the city," shouted the half-elf over the wind from their flight. Shinefeather did, spying no specks of fellow gryphons in that direction. She had to be extra careful out here, as the feral gryphons who nested in the hills were even less polite than the talking ones in the city. A month or so back one tried to force her to the ground and rape her and probably would have succeeded had a friendly feral gul not intervened.

Uragh the gul could change size thanks to a boon from a local wizard, and the dark-feathered gryphon soon disappeared down the big wolverine's gullet. Despite knowing he could swallow her just as easily they'd become lovers. She was as horny as the males due to her heat and it was nice to scratch the itch with someone who wouldn't fill her with eggs. Maybe one of these seasons she'd want young, but not this one.

The half-elf in the saddle watched her peer around as they flew. It didn't interfere with the aerial tour he was getting but he suspected her knew why she was nervous.

"Don't take this wrong," he shouted over the thunder of her wings, "But I bet you're in heat."

"Yes," Shinefeather shrieked. "And all the local gryphon males want a piece of the action."

"Well," shouted her rider, "If you ever need, er, help..."

Shinefeather twisted her head around to look at him, which caused him to recoil in the saddle. "I'm just saying."

"Really," Shinefeather cawed, and returned her beak to the proper facing so she could see where she was flying. It wasn't the first time a rider came on to her. With some she even considered it. A khardaki lion-man with a dark gold mane and thick black cock had pleased her greatly one night a while back, but even if he were around she'd worry he was too close to a gryphon to safely fuck right now. The world didn't need winged lion people to add to the aerial clutter.

The half-elf on the other hand would be a safe lover, if she didn't already have someone to scratch her itch.

"I'll keep it in mind," she cawed. "In case the mood strikes me." No need to burn bridges, after all, and she could get his name from the Tower.

After dropping off her rider she went for an unburdened flight to stretch her wings, and that's when the trouble started.

His name was Arden and he was a handsome male gryphon. He was on the small side, so he was roughly her size. That made him quick and agile compared to the bigger males. Another year and he'd he as heavy-winged as the others, but at the moment he was as fast and maneuverable as she was.

And while he might not be as big and muscular as older males, he was still old enough to be very interested in her. He followed her around the city and if she touched down for one unguarded minute she knew he'd be on top of her humping away.

"Go away," Shinefeather squawked, but he just snapped his beak at her in the gryphon equivalent of a grin.

"This is interfering with my business," she shrieked, because she was sure he'd follow her right back to the Tower. She wouldn't put it past the randy young male to try to mount her in mid-flight either. That was a good way to crash into a church steeple or wizard's tower but right now he was thinking with his balls.

She found a tower with a narrow ledge around it and landed, then turned to face him when he did the same. There wasn't enough room for him to circle around her on the ledge and when he took off and swooped around behind her she turned nimbly end for end on the ledge so they were still beak to beak. Frustrated in his attempts to mount, he could only talk to her.

"Go away," Shinefeather repeated. "I am not interested."

"You are," cawed Arden. "I can smell it on you."

"My business is giving people rides," she cawed back. "If I let you ride me the way you want I'll have chicks to raise and no way to make money. I'd have to move out of the city."

"I would support you," Arden cawed.

"No you would not," Shinefeather said. "I know your type. You just want to fuck me thirty or forty times and then you'd be off looking for your next conquest."

"I'd settle for fucking you once," Arden said slyly. "Two, three times at most. Then I'll leave and you probably won't get pregnant."

Gryphons, being big cats from the wings back, needed a lot of fucking to make young. Thirty or forty couplings was only one day's worth, maybe two. The common wisdom was it took two to three days to ensure eggs but It wasn't worth the risk.

"Not even once," Shinefeather cawed. With that she flew off, losing him with some complicated aerial maneuvers in the warehouse district. That tired her out to the point she flew back to the Tower and said she was taking the rest of the day off.

Something needed to be done. The big males were enough trouble, but this smaller one was still worse. He could keep up with all but her best maneuvers and evading him was so tiring she couldn't do much else.

She couldn't give him what he wanted and her heat made him so horny that any sort of brief dalliance would only take his mind off sex for a little while.

Shinefeather was getting tired of being chased wherever she went. Gryphons choose their lovers and quite a few males had chosen her without considering that she didn't return their affections. The biggest problem of them all was Arden and she made a fateful decision.

She returned her her apartment, a spire studded with openings that catered to the fliers in the city. The scent of her heat had even the resident aarakocra bird-man males looked after her with increased interest, not to mention the couple of chimera and assorted other part-lion fliers. She firmly shut the thick wooden door in their faces and settled down to sleep. She had a plan and wanted a good night's rest before embarking on it.

The next morning she took off her armor, leaving on just the harness she wore underneath, and paid a street runner a silver Lunar to perform a task in a few hours. She also stopped at a leatherworker's shop and made some purchases.

Then, staying on the ground to avoid any amorous entanglements with gryphons, she made her way to the corner wine shop and bought several big skins of it. Ceramic pots of wine were cheaper if you returned them for the refund but she'd be sure to smash some of them in flight. The skins on the other hand she could just carry in her foreclaws by gripping their straps. With plenty of strong but cheap wine ready she took off and just as she suspected Arden was waiting for her to poke her nose up out of the streets. He must have suspected she roosted in the Flyer's Spire and stayed nearby. He was addled with lust but he wasn't stupid.

Staying just ahead of him and fortunately not attracting any other males, she flew out of the city. At the foot of the riverbank hills was a ruin she'd used for covert trysts before and Arden happily followed her down when she dropped into it.

"I will not mate," she said, for the second they hit the ground he paced around to her rear to mount. The tip of his spined cock was out of its sheath. "But I'll give you some fun from time to time if you agree to leave me alone in between."

"Deal," Arcen cawed, visibly disappointed he wouldn't get to fuck her over and over but willing to take what he could get.

"But first," Shinefeather crowed, "I brought wine."

After that it was a matter of pretending to drink more wine than she did. Arden sucked down a whole heavy skin of it in the time she needed to drink

a quarter. While they were doing that she gave him some of the fun she'd promised. Standing flank to flank and nose to tail with him she slicked out her long narrow tongue and caressed his furry balls. He did the same to her sex with inexpert enthusiasm. He came on the side of her beak, and a little while later on her tongue. The third time he thrust his balls into her mouth and did his best to fuck her throat, though he was not as long as even Uragh's smaller form. The wolverine's large form could shove half his cock down her gullet, while Arden barely tickled her tonsils before he came.

That was a nice thing about her wolverine lover. Instead of many one-minute matings, she got him atop her for as long as an hour. Only if he was very pent up would he come in less than ten minutes. Interspecies sex has a way of spoiling you if you find the right partner and Shinefeather sometimes worried that she'd get so used to wolverine cock she'd never fuck another gryphon.

On the other hand Arden's cock had barbs and when via careful positioning she let him fuck her asshole, but not her sex, she enjoyed it very much.

By that time he'd finished off another whole skin of wine and in his clumsy ardor tried to mount her despite her protestations. She squirmed free before he could get his shaft in her and he drunkenly thrust against her haunch until he made yet another patch of her fur sticky with cum.

"That's enough for now," she cooed, for he was very drunk. "Lie down and rest a bit. I'll treat you right."

Only a little tipsy herself, she watched him sprawl out on his back with his wings to the side and his foreclaws in the air. His feline hindpaws treaded the air as she lowered her beak and once more licked his balls. When he came on his belly, the sixth or maybe seventh time he'd cum today, the wine took hold and he began to snore. He didn't even react when her beak opened and she slurped up his tufted tail like a noodle.

He didn't wake when she slipped leather bags over his padded hindpaws and cinched them down. Drunkenly asleep, he just treaded air with his hindpaws when she reached out a foreclaw and rubbed his sheath with a knuckle. It was a matter of rubbing his sheath until he came, reflexively pushing his hindpaws into her gaping beak.

Very slowly and very carefully Shinefeather slid her beak forward, engulfing his lower legs and stretching her maw wide to take in his muscular haunches. He knew that she could easily snip off his balls or cock with her sharp beak, but just as Uragh did, he'd trusted her not to. That must have seemed the greatest possible threat she could offer. A gryphon can swallow a smallish human, or even a largish one with some work, but a whole fellow gryphon? Unheard-of.

Snoring, and in an excess of drunken trust that would end very badly for him, Arden dozed as gathered up his haunches in her beak, tensed, and swallowed his rump.

She'd wanted to try a meal this size since getting the ability and in fact she'd gotten it so she could swallow another annoying gryphon male. He had proven too big and strong for her but not for Uragh and had met his end in the wolverine's guts. Now Shinefeather's gullet took a firm grip on Arden's rump and set it sliding toward her stomach, pulling the lion-bird's belly into her beak as it went.

While in a perfect world Arden would open his eyes just in time to hear her burp, more realistically he was going to wake up before he was fully swallowed. That was why she'd bought the items from the leatherworker and while she still had time she reached out her foreclaws and put the second set of bags on his. They were cheap, simple things but enough to protect her innards from his claws until he suffocated or succumbed to her digestive juices.

Shinefeather swallowed a second time and two things happened. The first was that Arden's breastbone disappeared into her maw and the tip of her beak, despite her best efforts to gape, dragged painfully up his chest. The second was his wings were pushed upward by her advancing maw. Either would have woken him and sure enough his eyes blinked open and stared wide-eyed at the maw that was swallowing him whole. He was drunk and slow and he froze just long enough for her reach up and wind a leather wrapping around his beak.

Then he started to struggle. "What -" his cawing was muffled by only being able to open his beak a fingers-breadth. "How, why -"

Shinefeather felt his haunches slip into her stomach and at once he began to kick, trying to claw her to death from the inside or at least hurt her enough to make her cough him up. The only reason it didn't work was the leather bags she'd put on his hindpaws. A gryphon's hindpaws are like an oversized lion's, with sharp claws hidden until they are needed. He needed them very badly now but the bags served their purpose.

"Stop it," he cawed, and tried to claw at her with foreclaws just as blunted as the hind. Shinefeather had considered buying a set of clippers and snipping his claws off once he was drunk enough, but if she hit the quick the pain would wake him up. The bags were a simple tool but they worked.

Swallowed to his forelegs Arden tried to beat at her with his wings, but they were already nearly useless due to being pushed upward by her beak. She managed to blunt the worst hits with her own. He tried to claw at her and only managed to bruise. Then he struck at her with his beak and finally drew blood.

Uragh had swallowed a gryphon half his size headfirst, and though his gullet had kept the lionbird's beak shut and he skillfully blocked its claws, he still was scratched up by the time he gulped it down. Shinefeather got Arden's beak right in her feathery ear, tearing the flesh, and would have had it torn off entirely if he'd been free to bite. The leather wrapping was another simple tool that served its purpose.

Arden realized that and tried to pull it off, but the bags on his foreclaws got in the way again. Before he made much progress Shinefeather got her beak around his wing roots and swallowed with all her might. Arden let out a despairing cry as he felt himself sinking into her gullet. Her advancing beak pushed his forelegs up so he couldn't pull the wrapping off, which was just as well as there wasn't enough of the stuff to tie his legs to the beak.

"Maybe next time," Shinefeather thought, and with a great effort she heaved her foreparts off the ground. With her haunches still on the ground at her other end her gullet presented Arden with a slippery chute leading to a gurgling digestive doom. Shinefeather swallowed and Arden's beak slipped into her own. All that was left outside was a set of sharp-clawed gryphon foreclaws wrapped in leather bags and most of his wings.

Arden felt himself slipping deeper and knew he was doomed. Stomach juices were already stinging his tail and haunches, and the balls and sheath he'd used so many times tonight would be one of the first things to dissolve. He'd never heard of a gryphon able to swallow same size prey whole and he wouldn't live to tell anyone about Shinefeather's ability.

"Why," he croaked from the darkness of her gullet. Shinefeather just closed her beak as much as she could and swallowed over and over, easing the bulge farther down her neck. Arden's wing feathers rustled as they were sucked out of sight until with a last gulp it was over. Shinefeather settled down heavily, her body cavity stuffed full of squirming gryphon. Arden had wanted to make her belly fat, and he'd succeeded beyond his wildest expectations.

All Arden could do was squirm. He was tightly packed into her distended belly and there was no room to peck. If his claws were free it would be different, but they were blunted by the bags, which would survive her stomach acids easily long enough for him to suffocate. Uragh had done this without those tricks and Shinefeather had seen the worry on his face when the big gryphon male tried to attack him from the inside. She had taken steps to avoid that sort of worry. All her meal's efforts accomplished was to make her wriggle where she lay, as though in sympathy for his awful fate. There was little sympathy to be had and the futile struggle continued as her stomach juices stung him all over.

He must know there could be no escape. Without his claws and with no room to use his beak it was only a matter of time before he ran out of air. The best he could hope for was death by suffocation before her potent stomach juices burned him too painfully. If fact the main threat Arden posed now was if his beak or some other large chunk of indigestibles tried to make its way through her guts instead of coming up as part of the pellet. A gryphon's stomach is half crop and good at gathering up indigestibles to be regurgitated but she'd never swallowed prey her own size before. Having to visit a cleric because a beak was lodged in her rectum would be embarrassing.

With a grim sort of satisfaction she felt the struggle diminish inside her. She let out a long belch, the closest Arden would get to a goodbye, and that only hastened the end. A couple of minutes after the last gulp he was still. She was alone in the ruin, with just the slow gurgle of digestion to keep her company. She'd never swallowed anything this large before, though not for lack of trying, and the next day or two would be something of an adventure. For her the first of perhaps many, while Arden's trip through her bowels would be his only opportunity to explore a relative's digestive tract.

With her body cavity stuffed full of gryphon she wouldn't be flying anywhere soon. Now she had to hope that the runner she paid earlier showed up. A little while later, he did.

"Ma'am," purred the runner, a sleek long legged hestan cat-man. He considered her situation out of slit-pupilled eyes. "Is that the gryphon who was chasing you yesterday?"

"Yes," Shinefeather

cawed, and momentarily considered dessert. But the runner might have told someone where he was going. Maybe there was a better way. "He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Some males think too much with their balls," purred the hestan. "If I may, mistress."

He approached, which would have made her briefly considered dessert very simple, and reached out to touch the bulge that was Arden.

"There is a trick to it," he purred, and massaged her swollen gut with a firm pressure of his padded hands. A discomfort Shinefeather hadn't really noticed eased as the pressure pushed out another big bubble of air. Shinefeather burped and the hestan smiled.

"You are good at that," she cawed, and the hestan took that as a request to continue. With a firm kneading pressure he got Arden settled for easiest digestion. Shinefeather was still much too full to fly but she was less worried that some bulky bit of gryphon would get stuck in her guts.

The catman by now had a very obvious bulge in his loincloth but he made no move to step behind her. He must smell her heat as clearly as Arden and knew she would want no part of his cock. Or at least, she wouldn't want it there. With a touch of her claw Shinefeather directed his muzzle to her sex and slid her tongue up beneath his loincloth.

The hestan did his best, but she was used to a larger lover now, even one without a raspy feline tongue. When the second male of the day had left his cum on her tongue she made sure to get his name, for this hestan was clearly smitten with gryphons and very good at belly rubs.

Then she gave the runner the balance of his pay and his directions. He had two messages to deliver, the first to the Tower to let the master know she wouldn't be in to work for two days, possibly three. The second was to a person at the caravansary.

And so it was that an hour later there was a patter of snowshoe paws outside and Uragh the feral gul poked his nose into the ruin. He sniffed, studied the bulge in her mddle, and though he would not claim to be clever, worked out what had happened.

"One of your unwanted admirers," Uragh growled, and sniffed again. "And the hestan runner. He must have done something very nice for you to carry the scent of your sex on his muzzle. And for you to have the smell of his seed on your breath."

In her current state she was more than twice the feral wolverine's size but that was deceptive. He could assume his larger form and swallow her whole, even with her meal swelling her. Just as he trusted her not to nip off anything vital when he fucked her beak, she trusted him not to eat her. He'd had many opportunities but never did. Uragh appeared to have a firm rule against eating people he wanted to fuck.

"Yes," cawed Shinefeather. "You know I can't mate with a gryphon right now. And the hestan was very nice, but I couldn't let him mount me either. So here I am, covered in the cum of two males but unsatisfied. If only there were a vigorous male who could sate me, without filling me with eggs."

"If only," Uragh growled, for that was their private joke. He padded up behind her and put his broad tongue to work. It lacked a feline's rasp but it was twice as wide and twice as long as the hestan's and he knew how she liked to be licked.

With only a taste of her pussy he knew how much she wanted to be fucked and though she was lying on her side, the better to let the bulge of Arden spread out, he stepped one paw over her haunch and mounted. He wasted no time slamming into her until his balls were moist with her juices and set to humping.

Here too Uragh lacked barbs but he was twice as thick as a gryphon and nearly twice as long. Almost at once Shinefeather let out a keening cry and shuddered, for Arden and the runner had each brought her to the edge but failed to push her over. The hestan could have used his fist and probably satisfied her but she had saved herself for her favorite lover.

Uragh stank of khardaki lion-woman and definitely wasn't pent up. He thrust until she cried out again and only then sped up the pace, finally growling and nipping at her flank half an hour after he slid in.

Having healthily emptied his balls into her he dismounted and sat next to her haunch. He gave her an occasional lick as they talked.

"You got him drunk," the wolverine said, and pawed one of the empty wineskins. "Too drunk to fight back, except a little." He stepped forward and licked her wounded ear. He reached down under himself to one of his pouches, but Shinefeather shook her head.

Uragh carried potion bottles on his harness but he was not wealthy and they were not cheap. He hadn't even used one when Blackfeather clawed him. One-use magic items were best saved for emergencies and the wounds in both cases were minor.

This was why, when she'd groomed his thick fur with her beak, she'd found the occasional scar. Sometimes a cleric was not around and a minor wound was left to heal on its own.

There were other reasons, he'd explained. If you were a healthy male wolverine, you could pretend to limp and get a pretty women to bandage you. And maybe more than bandage you. Funny things happened on the caravan train, some of which would be deeply illegal in some cities.

He moved on to more serious topics. "Remember," he growled, "This is a civilized place. You must have a good reason to eat people, or else the guards will come looking for the murderer. If you were to eat caravan folk, even I might be sent to look for you."

Shinefeather, who would much rather have the wolverine's cock inside her than end up inside the wolverine, nodded. "I know. There was just no convincing him to leave me alone."

Uragh dropped the subject. "I have figured it out," he growled. "Your little cat sex," and he gave it a wet lick, "Lets my cock in because you lay eggs the size of a man's head. So it stretches for me. Even at my large size I could fit...but I am too long."

Shinefeather nodded. "If you got too excited you could hurt me badly. It's safer this way, but I'll happily swallow you down there if I see you at that size again."

"Another thing," the wolverine growled. "Half a mile from the caravansary on the road to Greyhawk is a midden. When I was ridding myself of Blackfeather," which was what he called the big male gryphon he swallowed, "A farmer asked me to do it there. Fertilizer is useful but the farmers prefer to decide where to put it, at least when there is that much."

"Also," he continued, "A merchant picked through the feathers I coughed up. I guess gryphon feathers are worth something."

Shinefeather tilted her head. "Why, I have no idea. There are a lot of gryphons around the city though, you can find our feathers in the streets. Maybe they are valuable elsewhere."

Uragh gave her fat belly a lick. "I hope you don't have any more problems like this."

Shinefeather clicked her beak, a gryphon smile. "My heat ends soon. I will still be by to visit my favorite wolverine, but not as often. I will be able to go elsewhere and not end up full of eggs."

Uragh nodded. While they were frequent lovers, they each had others they fucked. Variety is good, until you decide to settle down. Sometimes even then.

Uragh turned and looked out through a gap in the ruins. The sun set an hour ago and a few stars were visible. "I must run the trade roads tomorrow, but there is no reason I couldn't start my run from here."

"Why, Uragh," Shinefeather cawed. "Are you asking to sleep with me?"

The feral gul turned back around and grinned a toothy grin. "I expect there will be some sleeping involved."

And so of the two males who wanted to visit with Shinefeather, both succeeded. One of them never had the chance to impregnate her and the other probably - almost certainly - failed to fill her with winged wolverine gryphon babies despite his best efforts.

Both of them had their fun, but one of them ended up a lot less digested than the other. The lesson to be taken from this is the less of an asshole you are, the less likely your girlfriend will swallow you whole.