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The campus library. A place of learning. Some might even find it imposing, or claustrophobic. Row upon row, shelves upon shelves, voices whispering to each other in dark corners. Knowledge, secrets, the wisdom of the ages. All you need to do is lift a volume from the shelf and dive in.

Of course, not everyone came to the library in search of knowledge or if they did, it was a very specific sort of knowledge. The carnal kind. On this particular day in this particular library, the soft whispers of patrons were joined by soft giggling as well as one other sound. The quiet, almost musical snores of the librarian.

Her desk was placed near the front door, books to be returned to the shelves stacked neatly on the cart. There was a small pile of books waiting to be sorted sitting on the counter top, right next to the slowly spreading puddle of drool escaping from the beak that was laid out next to them.

She was a rather portly example of a gryphoness, her dress pulled tight over a frame that bulged around the thighs and gut, her heavy breasts similarly draped atop the desk, half-hidden by her folded arms. She wasn't the most subtle of illicit nappers, her plumage being predominantly a bright purple, tinted with silver and gold here and there. A set of spectacles were placed on the desk next to the half-drunk mug of coffee that had singularly failed in helping her stay awake.

Today was a fine day. A quiet day. The warm yellow sunlight streaming through the windows illuminated the motes of dust that hung in the air into a sparkling snowfall, the hushed whispers of the handful of library visitors a pleasant backdrop to the gryphon's soft, purring snores.

But there was that giggle again. An odd noise to hear in a library and usually quickly followed by the word "SHHHH!" but not this time. Oh no. From around a stack of books peeked a small, chunky black beak. It was followed by the brown-feathered head of an anthropomorphic sparrow, streaks of cream surrounding two brown eyes that stared intently at the dozing gryphon.

The sparrow, Lynn, smiled as she watched the gryphon sleeping. This was her chance. The fact the gryphoness liked to take a mid-afternoon nap was well known by everyone who used the library and more than one book had gone walking out the door while the librarian was slumbering, never to be seen again. She'd been waiting for a day like today, spending most of her lunch hours lurking in the stacks, peeking at the object of her infatuation.

She'd dreamed about something like this for weeks now, trying to gather her courage up to take action. Persephone. The librarian's name. She wore it on a little tag, a little tag set over two of the finest breasts she'd ever seen. She sighed wistfully, imagining what the gryphoness might look like under those clothes. She liked to wear blouses that always seemed slightly too tight, buttons straining to contain the bountiful flesh beneath. When she moved, her soft belly poked out from underneath, a tummy so snuggly she longed to wrap her arms around it and bury her face against it.

But she couldn't just go up to her and profess her adoration and infatuation. She wasn't the only one who found the hen's lush curves enticing, and more than one library patron had tried to chat her up, only to be politely but definitively shot down.

Lynn edged forward, more of her body coming into view. She was a small thing, as all sparrows are, standing barely three feet tall from her dainty feet to the smooth crown of her head. Dressed in a simple yellow sundress, her feet bare, she crept closer and closer to the desk....

Only to jerk back as a pair of tall, lanky male wolves walked up to the counter and slammed a pile of books down hard enough to make the sound echo through the library.

"Sup Miss P?" one of them asked loudly, leaning forward to plant his elbows on the counter as he did so. "You havin' a good lil snooze there?"

Persephone jerked awake with a startled squawk that had the two wolves exchanging smug little looks. She glared at them before finally clicking her beak and reaching to take their chosen books, trying to gather the shreds of her dignity that remained.

"You'll have these ones back on time for once, I hope?" She enquired primly. "Intact and undamaged, unlike the last volumes you removed that seemed to have a run in with a six pack of beer?"

"Yeah, sure. We'll be good, just for you," the other responded with a toothy smirk, neither trying to hide the fact that they were openly staring down into the gryphon's exposed cleavage. Persephone ignored the leers, quickly stamping each book and handing them over, continuing to stare daggers at their backs as the wolves took their books and sauntered out without a backwards glance.

As the door swung shut behind the pair the gryphoness let out a long, resigned sigh and slumped down in her chair. After a moment she gave herself a shake, running a hand over the top of her head to smooth her crest down, then her cheeks, patting the ruffled feathers back into place before making herself presentable. A quick tug of her blouse, picking up her spectacles to prop them atop her beak as she reached for her coffee, making a face as she sipped it and found it cold.

She glanced around, not spying the sparrow hiding behind the shelves, and levered herself up from her chair, cold coffee in hand, and disappeared into the staff room to fetch herself another mug.

Lynn's eyes widened. This was it! This was her chance. She swallowed hard, screwing up her courage, and darted across the room, her bare feet near soundless on the carpet. She darted under the desk, crowding herself back up into one corner, half-hidden behind the set of drawers that sat on the floor. She clamped a hand over her beak to stifle her nervous giggles. All she had to do now was wait.

A few minutes later, just as she was starting to wonder if Persephone had fallen asleep in the staff room, the gryphoness returned, sliding back into her chair with a sigh. Overhead the sparrow could hear the clunk of a fresh mug of coffee being set on the desk but rather than turning her attention back to work, it seemed the gryphoness intended to resume her nap.

The chair squeaked as Persephone rolled back far enough that she could settle her folded arms atop the desk, tucking her head down onto them to resume her dozing. As she did, her legs spread wide to give her unseen companion a full and unrestricted view of what lay beneath her skirt.

Persephone wasn't wearing any panties. Nothing. Everything was on full view and it was...oh. It was so much more than she could have hoped. She'd heard the rumours, everyone had, that the librarian was, well, she was a bit different than some other females.

Lynn was no stranger to what lay between a girl's legs. She was one herself, after all, but none of the other girls she'd played around with, not even the horses, had something quite as big as this gryphon, so the stories went. The stories, it turned out, really didn't do it justice. Nestled between those thighs was nothing like the snug, featureless slit that birds like herself had. Nor was it the relatively tight opening of the lioness she partly resembled. To call it something as clinical and emotionless as a vagina didn't really do it justice either.

Persephone was sporting a thick-lipped, dusky-fleshed pussy that was big enough that Lynn guessed she could easily sink both her fists into it at the same time. Hell, her head would probably fit up there without too much effort! She shivered, her tongue darting out over her beak as she shuffled a little closer. God, the gryphoness smelled good. This close she could almost feel the heat radiating from those plump, dusky folds. She had to resist the urge to just bury her beak into it all at once! She could imagine how she'd feel on the inside. Hot. Wet. As slick and slippery as silk. There was nothing quite like it.

Lynn did consider herself to be bisexual, she'd had male partners before and they could be a lot of fun. Sometimes you needed a good, hard fucking to scratch that particular itch. But there was nothing quite like being between the legs of another girl. Males were too hard, too...pointy. They didn't smell as good either, and they didn't have all the lovely soft curves that other girls did.

Sure, their cocks were fun sometimes, but this, right now, is where she most enjoyed being. And this moment was the one she enjoyed the most. The buildup. The anticipation. Sometimes she'd sit for minutes at a time, just watching, occasionally peeking up at her partner as their arousal and embarrassment grew till they almost begged Lynn to touch them.

There wouldn't be any begging today, but she could still take her time and admire. A wistful little sigh escaped her. Not as much time as she'd like. At any moment the door could swing open and they'd be disturbed. She knew she was already taking a risk doing this. The gryphoness might kick her away. Might scream. Might even call the cops. It was a risk, for sure, but she didn't think it was as big a risk as some might think.

There were stories about Persephone. Stories about what she had between her legs. Stories that suggested Lynn was by no means the first to find herself hiding under this desk, waiting to pounce. She didn't know if they were an urban legend or not, tall tales spread by the senior students to get the younger, dumber ones in trouble, but the thought of it had lodged in her brain like the most pernicious earworm. It had taken root, and spread until it was the fantasy she jilled herself off to more often than not.

She'd waited till the holidays. Waited till most of the other students had gone home, waited till there was a good chance of the library being deserted and now here she was: About to make that fantasy real. She edged forward a little more, her feathers fluffing, trembling in anticipation. She paused, listening. Soft, slow breathing came from above her, the relaxed and regular respiration of someone contentedly napping. Lynn could barely contain herself, squirming silently in place as she shuffled forward to close that final gap between her and the slumbering soon-to-be recipient of her affections.

She leaned in and the tip of her tongue darted out to flick over the soft folds of the gryphon's cunt. Oh. She was SWEET. She'd eaten her fair share of pussy before now. She might not have lips, but her partners had found that her long tongue was more than up to the job. Most of them tasted a little musky, some of them tangy, the occasional regrettable one was definitely fishy, but she'd never tasted one quite like this before.

Her tongue darted out again. And again. Slipping and tasting over those outer folds, quick little dabs and flicks. Lynn paused, breath catching in her throat as Persephone shifted in the chair, grumbling in her sleep before she settled again. Lynn sighed and then got back to it. Longer licks now, probing those outer folds, teasing them open to lap inside where she could feel and taste the moisture starting to gather like she was a hummingbird at a particularly tasty flower. God, how was she this sweet? It lured her in, encouraged her to lick deeper, to push her luck.

The first moment she realised that Persephone was awake was when a hand dropped down on top of her head. She froze, trying to look up, unable to see the gryphon's face under the curve of that soft gut wedged against the table. The hand held her in place for a moment, and then began to push her in closer, grinding her beak up against those slick folds in silent encouragement for her to continue! Lynn couldn't hold back an ecstatic trill as she redoubled her efforts! She pushed her snub little beak against those folds, bathing her face in the gryphon's near-syrupy juices as her tongue delved oh-so deep into that hot, slippery cunny.

A grunt from above, a shift of her weight, a tremble that ran through that beautiful, curvaceous body. That voluptuous pussy rippled around Lynn's eager tongue, squeezing down onto it in silent encouragement. She pulled back a little so she could grasp the firm nub of the gryphon's clit in her beak, lashing her tongue against it in a frenzy of motion. Her reward was a stifled squawk from above, the sound of claws digging into the edge of the table, another shudder coursing through that body, thick legs trembling around the daring little sparrow. Persephone was panting softly now, desperately trying to keep her voice down, not to attract any attention as the little bird between her legs did her best to make the gryphoness cum!

The door to the library swung open and Persephone froze. The first Lynn knew of it was when those thick thighs tightened around her. A moment later and she was shoved beak first into that drooling pussy, her cry of surprise muffled by layers of hot, arousal-soaked flesh. Another shove, and she couldn't believe it. Her entire head was somehow sliding into that hungry pussy, the gryphon's muscles clenching, squeezing her. She spluttered as her beak was flooded with the gryphon's juices, barely able to get a breath of air. The clutching tunnel rippled around her, silken flesh squeezing down on her, soaking her feathers with the gryphon's desire.

Lynn tried to push at those legs, but Persephone closed them all the more tightly around the sparrow, pinning her in place under the desk while she herself was forced to look innocently at the tall, brown-coated feline who was regarding her with a barely concealed look of disdain.

"Miss Caroll," the feline asked, her voice cold. "Is everything quite alright?"

Persephone nodded, swallowing hard. She could feel the naughty little intruder thrashing against her so all she could do was squeeze her legs harder together and push her deeper still. The problem with that was, well, it felt good. Really good. To have that bird squirming and wriggling helplessly between her thighs like that? And then to feel her twitching right up and inside her? God, she was trying not to scream in this up-tight woman's face.

"Everything's...just fuh-fine," she managed to say, rather proud of the fact that her voice stayed almost level. It was really hard to string words together when you had a sparrow's torso spreading your you-know-what to the point that all she really wanted to do was slam herself down onto her and finish burying the naughty little bird inside herself! "Is there a pUH...problem?"

Her boss frowned, peering suspiciously at her for a moment as Persephone attempted to school her face into the proper mien of polite attentiveness. "No, not a problem as such. I just wanted to let you know of an update to the holiday rota and blah blahblahblah blah blahblahblah? Blahblahblahblah blah."

She tried. She really did. She tried to pay attention. But with every moment that passed the sparrow slipped a little deeper inside her. This was far from the first time she'd "devoured" a partner this way, but normally she had things a little more under control. She played with them, teased them, and enjoyed slipping them inside her feet first so she could watch their expressions as they came to understand that she wasn't kidding. That they were going inside her one way or another and they wouldn't be coming back out.

She only hoped that whatever her boss wanted was going to be over quickly so she could get to the safety of the staff room and properly enjoy herself with this unexpected treat that was now more than halfway stuffed inside her, only a pair of legs left to kick at the floor.

Inside the gryphon's voracious pussy, Lynn could only thrash helplessly, her arms pinned to her sides, her feet scrabbling against the carpet. She didn't dare call out, not even when she was being shoved head first into the object of her affection. Being caught like this? She'd be thrown off campus for sure. They'd kick her ass out so fast she would barely have time to pack. All she could do was try to stop those muscles that were clenching and rippling about her, pulling her ever inward like the throat of a snake. How was this even possible? How did she fit? She could feel those drooling folds slipping over her rump and down her thighs, her body slowly being forced to curl up inside what she could only assume was the gryphon's womb.

She could dimly hear the voices outside through the layers of flesh that surrounded her. It was so hot in here, there was so little room to breathe, and so little air. She pushed fitfully at the walls of the womb, her beak gaping as she gasped for air. It was too warm. She couldn't see anything, her senses flooded with the scent, the taste, the feel of the gryphon as she was...what? Unbirthed? Is that what this was?

The womb was moving around her now. She could feel it rocking. Her head was spinning from lack of air now, her toes weakly twitching in the cool air. She was so far inside that she couldn't even touch the floor now, little more than a pair of feet sticking out from the gryphon's distended folds. Her chest ached, her lungs straining for what little air reached around the barrier of her hips and ass. This was a stupid way to die. That was the last thought she had before hands grabbed onto her ankles and pulled hard.

That hungry channel clenched around her again, but this time to push her out! Powerful contractions squeezed down on her, forcing the semi-conscious sparrow out from inside the gryphon. Her departure was far quicker than her arrival and within a few moments she was laid in a sticky, gooey, half-delirious heap on the staff room floor. Persephone was straddling her, eyes wide, her cunt gaping wide, the gryphon panting half in relief and half from the effort of dislodging her unexpected guest.

That hungry channel clenched around her again, but this time to push her out! Powerful contractions squeezed down on her, forcing the semi-conscious sparrow out from inside the gryphon. Her departure was far quicker than her arrival and within a few moments she was laid in a sticky, gooey, half-delirious heap on the staff room floor. Persephone was straddling her, eyes wide, her cunt gaping wide, the gryphon panting half in relief and half from the effort of dislodging her unexpected guest.

Persephone flopped back onto the couch, groaning as she ran a hand over her face, rubbing at her eyes as she studied the quivering form of the sparrow. "That was closer than I'd like," she mutters. "You picked quite a time to decide to try and have some fun, little bird."

It took Lynn a moment or two to gather up enough of her thoughts to form a reply, her beak still gaping as she gasped for air. "You...you...how..?" She worked her beak, her mouth still full of the taste of the gryphon, her eyes half-stuck together with the thick, gooey juices from inside her. "How did...?"

The gryphon's beak gaped in a little grin. "Some of us are blessed to be particularly generous in that area, little bird, and I learned quite early on that my pussy sometimes needed more than just a cock to be satisfied. Normally I'm the one starting off that kind of fun, though. It's been a long time since I had someone creep under my desk and go to work." Persephone chuckled as she idly slid a hand down between her thighs, a finger tracing down over her folds, circling the firm nub of her clit before she lifted that digit to her beak to absently lick away the taste of her own juices. "I am sorry that you weren't expecting it, but I did rather panic that she might ask me to move from my desk or stand up and that was the only place I could think to stash you at the time."

Lynn blinked slowly. There was a whole lot to take in there. "So, uh..." She glanced around from her cross-legged position on the floor, noting the closed door that offered them at least a modicum of privacy for her to recover from what had just happened. "Now what?"

"Now?" Persephone chuckled again. "Now I'm rather hoping you'll continue what you were doing, little bird. You left me unsatisfied, after all." She slipped back further on the couch so she could lift one leg up, canting her hips to offer up that bare pussy. "Or is your interest waning now that you've lost the element of surprise?"

Lynn paused. The element of surprise had been lost, it was true, but there was nothing stopping her finishing where she left off. At the same time, she'd been so startled to find herself buried inside the gryphon that she had to admit that the moment had passed, the mood was gone. Suddenly things had got so...weird and all she felt was icky and sticky, her feathers matted, her nares still half-plugged with the gryphon's gooey excitement.

"I, uh, I think I'm going to pass." Lynn said at last as she smoothed down a feather that was sticking up at an odd angle. "No offence, but being stuffed most of the way inside your cooch wasn't really how I saw today going, so I'm gonna, y'know, go. Home. And have a shower. And hope nobody sees me doing the walk of seriously confused shame."

Persephone made a quiet noise of understanding. "I get that. But that leaves us with a problem. See, you got me all worked up, little sparrow. You started a task and now you want to run out with it only half completed and leave me to finish up myself." The gryphon stood as she spoke, advancing and standing over Lynn. She ran a hand between her thighs once again, fingers spreading the petals of that hungry cleft. "So I guess I'll just have to take care of this myself. Like you say, we can't have anyone seeing you in this state, can we?"

Lynn stared up at her, head tilted quizzically to one side, feathered face a picture of incomprehension that Persephone could only laugh at. "God. I swear you all have the same stupid look on your faces."

She didn't wait for a reply. The sparrow barely had time to open her beak to form a protest as Persephone suddenly dropped down, stuffing her headfirst inside her once more. Lynn tried to cry out, tried to nip and stab her beak into the walls that were pressing down around her. With her hands free this time, she punched and shoved at the gryphon, but only until Persephone pushed down further still, stretching impossibly wide to swallow Lynn's shoulders as well.

The sparrow kicked and thrashed as her arms were pinned to her sides, her screams of fury sounding muffled from inside the gryphon as she secured her prey. "Mmm..." She shuddered, a hand rising to cup her breast, pinching one fat nipple as she stared down at the small brown figure between her legs. "That's it. Struggle. Fight! Kick and squirm to the very end. It's always so much better that way."

Lynn couldn't really hear her, but she could hear the tone, the smugness, and that made her fight all the harder. This, she quickly realised, wasn't the smartest idea. As before, there was barely any room for air to get in around her torso and her frantic attempts at escape quickly used up what little air there was. She gasped frantically, choking and spluttering in the humid confines of this hungry cunt.

"You're all so enthusiastic," Persephone breathed. "You all hear the stories and you can't help yourselves. You have to come and find out for yourselves if the librarian is really the freak that the scuttlebutt says. If she really will fuck anything with a cock. That if you get your tongue or fingers between her legs she'll let you do anything you want." She laughed, her voice trembling as her hand quickly found the firm nub of her clit, circling it with a rough fingertip. "It was so easy to spread those rumours. A few words in the right ears. A little fun with a couple of eager seniors to get the ball rolling and you silly little things line up to throw yourselves at me. How else do you think I maintain this perfect figure?" She patted her swollen belly, a belly which was starting to bulge still further as the desperately struggling sparrow slipped deeper inside her.

Persephone's hand slipped lower, finding the firm nub of her clit and stroking it in quick, eager circles as she pressed down harder still and watched that torso slide into her, Lynn's arms helplessly pinned, unable to do anything but ball her hands into frustrated, impotent fist. The sparrow suddenly braced her feet against the floor and HEAVED with all her might, sending the startled and pleasure-drunk gryphon staggering, falling over against the couch with a barely muffled squawk.

"That's not going to save you," she retorted as she slid down to sit on the floor, then finally moved to lay down, picking up where she'd left off. With the doomed girl halfway inside her, there was nothing that could save her now. Persephone shivered as she resumed stroking herself, fingers sliding over her sopping wet folds, stretched so wide around the straining body of her prey. Her juices were so thick, so copious, that they flowed around the sparrow, forming a pool on the floor and filling the staffroom with the stench of the aroused gryphon.

Lynn found the near crushing pressure of the walls around her, the heat, the lack of air, the struggle to breathe without drowning in the gryphon's juices, it was all starting to become too much. Her cries had tailed off into soft, pathetic whimpers. Her struggles were little more than fitful kicks and twitches as she felt those slimy folds slipping over her waist, down over her ass now. Surely someone would come in. Someone would open the door and see what the gryphon was doing. They'd grab her legs, pull her out and she'd be safe! She'd be safe and this...monster would go to jail where she couldn't hurt anyone else.

There was something pressing against Lynn's beak, a barrier, a taut ring of muscle that slowly began to open and allow her to pass deeper still. Right into the gryphon's womb, she realised. God, how did this happen? People didn't really eat people, did they? And they certainly didn't shove them up inside themselves! That was something straight out someone's twisted fantasy and yet...her plumage was soaked with the gryphon's arousal, slimy walls of flesh pressed down all around her, every half-breath she took against the constricting walls of that tunnel thick with lust.

"Almost...there," Persephone whispered as she pushed down, as inner muscles clenched around the sparrow's legs. Her feet twitched, toes curling and splaying as she tried to kick, but every attempt to extricate herself from this gooey, fleshy prison only pushed her deeper into the gryphon. "A little more. Come on. Don't stop struggling yet!"

Head and shoulders pushed through the cervix and into a more open space inside the thing that was devouring her. It had to be a thing. People didn't do this. She didn't know what Persephone was, but she wasn't a gryphon. Beak freed, Lynn first swore, then gathered up what little breath she could find to scream for help. It sounded weak to her ears, even inside this echo chamber of flesh. Outside, the gryphon's increasingly swollen belly it was barely a whisper.

"Aww. Is that the best you can do?" Persephone taunted. "You're going to have to shout louder than that if you want someone to hear you." She laid back on the couch, caressing her distended belly as those twitching feet were slurped up, disappearing between the drooling folds of her pussy, leaving nothing but a wet patch on the floor to show that anything had even happened. She rolled onto her side, making Lynn cry out inside her as the world suddenly pitched and rolled, leaving her disorientated in the darkness of the gryphon's womb.

The rest of her body soon followed her past the cervix and into that final chamber, forcing her to curl up on herself, not enough room to straighten out, barely enough to breathe or to struggle. She tried to stab her beak against the walls, but they were too slippery, coated in a thick layer of goo that saw her attempts skate off to the side. She tried to punch, to kick, to dig her fingernails or toes in, but the more she struggled the weaker she became until finally she lay there, gasping in the sauna-like heat.

"Please..." Lynn whispered. "Please. I'm not food."

"Oh no, you're quite right about that," Persephone agreed. "You're not food. I can't very well digest you that way, can I?" She hmmed as she ran one hand over the bulge, feeling the sparrow squirming around inside her, while the other rested between her legs, just about able to reach and stroke her clit around the mass of her prey. "No, no. I'm going to break you down into a nice, gooey load instead. And then I'm going to get myself off and spray you all over the bathroom walls later on so I can clean the mess up more easily."

Lynn's eyes widened in horror. She couldn't be serious. But then this whole situation was like something from a nightmare. She could hear the gryphon's contented sigh, feel her shifting as she got more comfortable, hear the little wet sounds of her fingers working at her pussy. Wait. No. Something else was going on. There was a soft gurgling, her movements sounding wetter now, sloshing as she tried to move.

"There we go," Persephone purred. "It won't be long. If I was at home I'd spend all night breaking you down, but I can't risk it here. Someone might walk in on us, after all. It's time to say goodbye, little bird. While you still can."

Lynn tried to move, tried to struggle, but her legs, her arms, they wouldn't move. There was a slowly spreading numbness working its way through her extremities. She couldn't see what was happening, but she could feel it, could guess what was going on. She was melting away, slowly dissolving inside the gryphon. It was painless, at least. It was little reassurance. Her beak gaped as she tried to plead one more time, tried to beg for her life, but her voice was gone and all that came was a liquid gurgling as her body succumbed.

Persephone could feel the struggles fading and her finger picked up speed, flicking and rubbing frantically at her clit, hips lifting to thrust against the air, feeling the semi-liquid sparrow sloshing inside her, the occasional imprint of a hand or beak visible under her skin. The squirming inside her belly faded away to nothing just as she reached her orgasm, her head thrown back, beak gaping in a silent howl of delight as the ecstasy ripped through her, leaving her giddy and breathless.

"They never learn," she chuckled to herself. "Just as well. I'd have to find a new job."