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Gryphon's Meal

A story by Zantesuken.

It was dusk. Twilight was seeping over the short, bristly grasses that grew from the dusty, cracked earth. A small fire burned amid a circle of stones, sat before which was a lithe human male warming a tin of provisions. Most of his gear had been stashed in his tent for the night, and he was relaxing in the evening warmth and pleasant glow of the fire in just his khaki shorts.

From behind the sound of wings arose, louder than that of any bird the explorer had encountered in these lands. He turned and peeked over the tip of his tent. What he saw made his eyes widen with awe. A great tawny coloured gryphon had descended from above, thumping his heavy claws upon the dry ground when it landed. Its bulk was immense - easily three perhaps four times the size of the human and proportioned to match. A great mane of mahogany brown feathers adorned its neck, trailing partway down its thick, muscular chest. Great wings as wide as a house furled neatly away, tucking their feathers in atop its long back. It approached on all fours; the front legs taloned as an eagle, the back pawed as a lion. Covering the hulking frame was a perfectly even coat of deep yellow fur, so fine and soft it looked almost like a skin. Crowning it all was a beak as large as the human's head, set beneath two intelligent eyes.

The human knew better than to run; on the contrary he knew such creatures responded to hospitality. Slowly and without making any aggressive movements the explorer stood to greet the majestic creature, but as the gryphon came close his knees began to tremble and his heart falter. It moved in a regal, almost pompous manner, its green eyes locked upon the human. They gleamed with hunger, the human thought.

The acrid stench of smoke wafted over from his campfire - perhaps the gryphon had seen that and come in search of food? The creature was only a few metres away and slowing in caution. While humans were smaller and fragile, their guile and cunning was not to be dismissed. The explorer bowed his head and then backed to his rucksack, keeping his eyes upon the imposing gryphon as he rummaged around, pulling out an opened can of dried meats. It would be a paltry offering. The contents would last the man a few days - he was certain they would not so much serve as a snack for his visitor, but it was more symbolic than practical.

He stood once again with the can in his hands and offered it out. Tilting its head to one side and making a low sort of 'churr', the gryphon closed in. Standing upon its four legs the creature's beak rested just a little higher than the human's head while its body stretched back four meters or so. The human's hands tremored visibly as the beak lowered to sniff at the can, two oval holes atop the long smooth beak inhaled. The explorer too took a sniff of the air - the gryphon's wild smell was potent. Its fur stank of damp rain, the humid breath flowing around his fingers had the rancid odour of decaying meat, but worst of all a distinct feline musk enveloped it like a hazy fog. Though he could not see them from his perspective, the human knew that this male was seriously endowed.

The beak parted, and out rolled a long, broad yet tapered tongue wrapped in a viscous film of foul smelling saliva. It's purple, spongy surface quivered and bubbled as it reached out not for the can but for the human's arms. He grimaced as his naked flesh was slathered in slick slime. The whole tongue was as long as his arm and broad as his shoulders at its thickest point. It looped itself at the elbow and snaked up to the male's face. If the fear hadn't rooted him to the spot, the terrible stench of the warm organ would. The can slipped through his trembling, slick fingers and he groaned aloud when that foul tongue slurped messily over his lips and cheek, painting his face with malodorous muck.

His vision was blocked briefly by that monstrous tongue, and that muffled-purple darkness prompted a single panicked though - I'm being tasted! When vision returned he was met with the open beak, its cavernous interior deep and glimmering with drool on smooth flesh. There were no teeth, just slick membranous walls and a colossal tongue funnelling into an inky black tube that squelch and erupted burning hot air, reeking of stale breath. Every surface twitched and pulsed with its own life, tendrils of saliva formed and collapsed into viscous puddles that either ran over the beak's edge to the floor or downward into the heated, churning stomach. Above all else, it was clear that the human would fit inside.

The tongue retreated into the humid beak, snapping shut with a dank, wet clap. Perhaps he wasn't going to be consumed. Perhaps, he thought, he was not to the gryphon's taste. For a brief moment he felt relief - the sagging paunch of flesh hanging beneath the creature would not become his home; but the relief disintegrated when he saw the beast's cold, intelligent eyes. They were pleased, eager and merciless - but most of all they were still hungry.

A sharp bark followed by a swift, powerful headbutt forced the human to the ground. A talon followed after him, rolling him onto his front. Before he could even react, let alone escape, both heavy, dry talons pressed down upon his shoulders, pinning him beneath a crushing weight. Sharp claws, each as thick as his arm jutted out around his head as the smooth, dirty pads applied pressure to his chest and outstretched arms, keeping him painfully on the ground. He dared not look up, for the sound of the beast breathing excitedly, together with its tremendous body warmth and thick, powerful odours instilled too great a fear; but this fear paled to the horror that took the human next.

A leonine paw slashed across his shorts and in one swoop ripped them clear from his body, leaving his loins exposed. It then proceeded to brush the human's legs apart, spreading his upturned buttocks to reveal a dark, virgin hole. The explorer choked on a sob of despair, feeling a wet heat approaching his rear - he knew that he was about to be raped. The gryphon squatted, anchoring its rear legs either side of the human thighs, bending as it lowered its exposed cock to the target.

The explorer braced himself to be taken roughly and violently. He expected a brutal savaging, for this creature's size and power suggested it incapable of anything else. But he was incorrect. What he felt prodding at his anus was foreign, some vaguely pointed shape resembling nothing he knew, but prodded was all it did. He felt the gryphon's weight shift atop him as it explored, gushing a spurt of hot, slick juice between the buttocks to help lubricate the penetration. Carefully, the fat length pressed gingerly against the tight ring and push forward, spreading open the flesh and beginning to burrow inside.

A hiss came from the gryphon above while the human yelped in discomfort. He had not been taken before - he certainly didn't expect his first time to be with a feral gryphon - but the first inch was bearable. Aided by a freely flowing supply of luxuriously soft fluids, his anal walls stretched around the encroaching cock, offering it a snug, tight pocket to bury into. Deeper it pressed and the girth increased, making his ass sore with elastic tension; but for all the burning pain there was a lewd and dark carnal pleasure caused by his sensitive innards being rubbed and teased. Pinned beneath the monstrous gryphon, he found himself rather enjoying the sensations in his rear, so much so that when he felt the furred balls press firmly against his own he swelled with pride having taken it all

How many inches he had taken he could not know, there was only a vague sensation of fullness penetrating deep into his abdomen as if his body were impaled upon the gryphon's cock. More so he could feel it seeping its musky fluids into him - they ran in small pulses up the cock's length which he could feel with the tense muscles hugging the penis in place. The gryphon remained sheathed for a few moments, seemingly savouring the exquisite slick firmness surrounding his most intimate of organs, though it did wriggle it around as if to test the capacity and flexibility of the human's rear.

Under his breath the human whimpered as the cock began to retreat. He felt himself longing for it to remain, the fullness so warming and comforting inside. But now as it was sliding free it felt like his innards were being sucked out as if by a plunger, the void remaining in place of the gryphon's slick meat collapsing rapidly, helping to force it out. Inch after ebony inch retreated from the obscenely stretched anus, its flesh now streaked with glistening fluids and mucous from both parties. Halfway out, the motion reversed, and so the gryphon started to mate the human.

A blur of emotion and physical confusion swept the subdued male. Over many minutes (was it minutes?) all awareness faded into a fuzzy haze of pain, pleasure, shame and lust. Though it agonised him to admit it, his own cock was hard, pressing awkwardly against the floor; yet this was for the gryphon's pleasure not his. He yelled out in emasculated groans as his ass grew hot and tender, the sounds of slick flesh on slick flesh and that of balls slapping echoed across the plain. Amongst all this he could only think of how degrading it was - worsened by his arousal. He had, in a matter of moments, become a bitch for a feral gryphon, no better than an animal in heat, but oh how that made his heart race. In a surge of subservience he planted a kiss upon a sharp, ivory talon by his face, a mere token of his lusty acceptance.

When the creature came it roared out, shooting hot, thick spunk deep into the human's worn and tired passages with audible slops. The human himself shuddered and groaned: the sudden surprise and total domination making him too spill his load, spewing between his belly and the dry earth. Even when he had finished the beast was still pumping and thrusting, feeding his bitch two massive testicles worth of cream. A new fullness took the human, this time purely fluidic - a weight sat below his stomach from his intestines being filled with semen. When the cock retreated, his ass made almost no attempt to keep that fluid in, for the force at which the rich, viscous cream began to flow out was too great. With his ass leaking profusely he sighed into the talons before him. How regretful he was that he did not get to see the gryphon as he was taken!

Both man and beast shared a moment of intimate afterglow - the gryphon looking down at his subdued catch and the human panting in fatigue, taking in the earthen odour of the claws around his face. He hoped that now having sated the gryphon's lust, he would be free to return to his business, though a part of him wished to remain with the majestic yet powerful creature; but perhaps this was just the lingering effects of lust in his confused mind. The talons around him lifted and he felt the gryphon retreat a little, though its body heat and distinctive musk (now amplified by the juices that pooled around them) told the human it was still looming.

It was just behind him in fact; he did not turn over nor even turn his head for he was still overcome with tiredness and sexual contentment, but he had no need to. He knew the position for his feet and shins were rather abruptly treated to a warm, soft and infinitely slick hug as they were engulfed in the creature's slimy beak. It took a brief moment for that to sink in; the sensation of the tongue licking over his dirty, sweaty soles, the dripping of hot and thick saliva onto his skin, the gusts of humid breath flowing around his knees. By the time he realised that he should be panicking it was too late; a swallow sucked his feet into the tight grip of the gullet, dragging him along the cum-stained ground now midway up his thighs into the beak.

Oh God this can't be happening - he gasped, eyes wide with terror as he beheld the eagle like head leaning down to consume his body. He had offered the gryphon food - he had given him sex - was that not enough? He looked beyond his predator's beak (now messy and gooey with excess drool) to the stomach; it was a toned yet smooth and taut dome of short fur. Given the size of the creature the human had no doubt he would fit inside, albeit by having to curl up rather tightly. But he would really be under there, beneath that inconspicuous coat of drab yellow fur, nothing more than meat for this hungry carnivore? The eagerness of the maw suggested so, the long thick tongue happily wrapping itself around his thighs, as well as licking over all the skin possible to happily taste its meal. Yes, it was clearly enjoying this - its green eyes were alight with a blissful and innocent sort of pleasure, seemingly unaware of the plight of the prey.

The explorer had no intention of dying - but he knew that fighting or resisting was futile. His legs were already bound, feet and shins wrapped tightly in a cocoon of throbbing, pulsing flesh; his thighs pinned between the tongue and the beak's roof. There could be no escape now, even if he could somehow slip himself free of the vile embrace he would not get far: his ass still burned, that would slow him anyway - not that it mattered against an airborne foe. No, he was going to be eaten alive and whole, this much was apparent. Yet the inevitability did not make the pill easily to swallow, he still trembled at the thought of being packed away inside the gruesome gut. The darkness, the fetid stench, the crushing walls, the agonising acids... it all awaited him behind the perfect abdomen that rumbled softly in anticipation.

Yet for all the horror, for all the fear, he could not deny that the slimes being liberally applied to him felt good. Like hot baby oil, it was relaxing and soothing, but it did not mask its purpose. The throat gripping his legs was so tight and muscular the thick goo was entirely necessary. If he was to be sent down that tube in one piece he would defiantly need the aid of that clingy saliva. His sore feet were tired after weeks of travelling, so to have them kneaded and lathered more thoroughly than any massage possible added at least some comfort to the scenario: worth dying for? No.

Another loud, wet -schluckk- signalled the next swallow. The gullet rippled over his legs, and in synchronised motion the tongue pushed, forcing the poor explorer further into his new, temporary home. A groan escaped the human's lips, one filled with disgust, revulsion and unexpected pleasure. The agile and meaty tongue now pressed beneath his spent genitals, and wasted no time in lapping and tasting this most flavoursome of parts. Much like when he was being raped, the domination and humiliation only served to heighten the physical sensation rocking his lower body. Awkwardly he twisted his torso to see the slick tongue fishing around his balls, his entire waist, groin and upturned ass totally gooed; webbed with strands of spittle.

To his embarrassment, his human body betrayed him by growing a second shameful erection, growing amid the soft, squishy valley along the centre of the tongue. He was being eaten, he was going to be digested, but none of that could deflate his growing lust, starting to grind and buck against the intimate touch of the gryphon's long tongue. Even the rancid smell of the creature's saliva could not stop it, now trailing down along his belly and chest. The beak closed a little, gripping the prey and digging in to his midsection before lifting, continuing the meal standing naturally upon all fours, head high.

Twisting around further, the explorer placed his left hand upon the warm upper ridge of the beak to steady himself, allowing his right arm to sink down at his side into the velvety suppleness of the maw. It slid between the fleshy inner-beak wall and his body effortlessly, gliding through the copious spit and entering the gullet. The tongue then extended its full length; cupping under the man's torso and curling around under his armpit, securing him like a harness. Thick tendrils of reeking slobber dripped and dribbled from the beak and his belly; his body already messy with the malodorous muck, though soon to be submerged in the sumptuous slime.

Now secure in the beak, another rapturous swallow claimed a frightening amount of the human. In one fluidic motion he was greedily accepted to his nipples, sealing everything below the waist into the skin-tight tube of the gullet. It was lined with concentric rings of firm cartilage that flexed against him, bubbling and churning the mucous on his body into a thick froth, as well as further teasing his hard cock. He peeked around the colossal beak to see what impact he made through the neck, but the thick mane of brown feathers concealed him entirely; though looking down again to the toned gut he figured he would at least make a handsome bulge in there. Is that all I am now? - He thought - A bulge?

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Like a father's hand guides its son's, the vile yet enticing tongue slathered over the male's face and turned it back to face it forward. Once again the human was assaulted with the choking, abhorrent stench of the gryphon's saliva being worked into his skin. It clogged his nose, ears and eyes, and despite his best efforts it seeped through his lips allowing him to taste the bitter, foul tasting slime. The view of his campsite came and went with each lick and each taste, his free arm still clinging to the topside of the beak beneath the whistling nostril holes. His hair was matted with drool; his entire body was now pleasantly slick and lubricated to take the plunge to the stomach where he would be digested, turned efficiently from man to meat. Despite this, despite the foul air and difficulty breathing through spittle-filled nostrils, his erection did not flag - instead it pulsed with need amongst the pulsing flesh of the hungry gullet.

The next swallow was softer and less laboured, yet it caused the explorer to cry out in desperation, both sexually and in terror. His head sank towards the bottom of the maw, sliding through the tendrils of spit which quickly reformed as he passed. The gullet entrance pulsed and squeezed like a slimy collar around his neck and chin, while the rear of the tongue slathered his helpless face; the front, slender half hanging out the beak lazily. Just the man's arm remained outside in the cool, fresh air, stretching out of the rancid maw as if reaching for salvation.

The beak raised upward a little, revealing the twilight stars in the sky, his lone arm jutting out to grab them. He spluttered and groaned as stalactites of drool smacked against his vulnerable cheeks, only to be rubbed in gingerly by the tongue to help soften his skin, moisturising it with its foul, rotten stench. He knew this would be the last thing he would ever see; his arm laying atop the tongue, surrounded by a picture frame of the beak's inner, red flesh, bordering a beautiful sky. Tears filled the human's eyes but were lost in the mix of saliva: and with a gulp and a push of the tongue, his view shrank as the gullet walls enveloped him, sealing over his head, then his elbow and finally his twitching fingers.

All around him was hot, gooey flesh, pulling and pulsing in periodic peristalsis, squeezing him like toothpaste in a tube down into the choking depths of the gryphon. There was no air here; a skin tight cocoon formed around every inch of his form, a little envelope travelling leisurely through mucous lined folds in darkness. He could not sob, or see, or breathe; sounds of his ingestion were amplified such that his ears ringed with the continual swallows, the bellowing of the lungs and thumping of the heart. The heat and slime coated his body to make it malleable while the gullet was tight and powerful and pushing him along. Luckily the stench inside could not reach his airless nostrils; this was at least one benefit of suffocating in a predator's throat.

Despite the gryphon's size and power, the human was still a large meal, and so it took some time for his feet to breach the stomach, a hollow chamber that scalded his feet with its burning air. The thought of air made the explorer's aching lungs rejoice, not thinking ahead to how foul it would stink and how it would burn to inhale its acidic fumes. His knees followed, and thighs, but before his groin slipped in the sexual high of asphyxiation caused him to shoot his load into the tight gullet. He groaned growing light-headed in breathless orgasm, the still pumping cock being thrust into the belly.

His mind then began to wander blankly. There was no fear any longer, nor pleasure; only hollowness remained, one that felt what was happening almost remotely. He noticed that his knees were buckling as his body was fed into the stomach chamber, its size that of a small car boot or a small bath tub. He sensed thick, greasy muck lining the bottom in a shallow pool, while the rubbery walls themselves were almost sticky with tar-like secretions. The gullet now had to work against the stomach's elastic tension to push the prey's chest and head in, his lower body already curled up neatly. Aching lungs make the disorientated prey decided to help, desperate for the sour air of the gut. Using the hand already in the stomach, he clumsily began to push himself into the chamber, and with a hearty swallow, it entered.

Reflexively he inhaled deeply and immediately regretted doing so. The air was incredibly humid and painfully hot on his tongue. The stench was deathly - the foul broth he slumped in reeked of vomit, bile and old meat, not to mention the horrifying stench of acid working to strip his body of hair. The burst of oxygen combined with the shock broke his reverie and he immediately yelled out as loud as he could for help. The thick stomach walls absorbed the sound however, and responded by spurting a wad of mucous onto the prey's face to shut him up. The gullet had just finished pushing the remaining arm inside, leaving the human to curl up with his head in his knees and arms tucked into his chest.

Again he began to weep softly amid coughs and wheezes and splutters, trying to breathe what little disgusting air there was while avoiding letting any of the stomach juices into his mouth. Already the chamber was flowing freely with dense slime, replacing his initial coating of saliva with something hotter and tingling. The walls began to compress and collapse, forming a snug little cocoon around the prey as the gullet had, though leaving a pocket of stinking gas around his head at the valve to the throat. A sudden motion jolted him; the gryphon flipped onto his back and reclined by the campfire, watching his full, rounded stomach shift and settle to digest its new, live meal.

Digestion would be slow and painful for the ingested human. Minutes of breathing in the dank air had accustomised him to it despite the growing pain in this throat as the acidic air irritated his trachea, but the stench only grew worse as his stew heated up, his own flesh adding to it. Juices, some runny like water, others viscous like honey, were pumped in and set loose on his naked skin. He tried to ball up more to prevent them eating away at his body, but his body went no further. His back, ass, scalp and legs were soon prickling from the digestive juices. He whimpered and struggled against the unpleasant feeling, but the velvet walls held him fast and did not even wake the now sleeping gryphon.

His air supply was growing thin, but the increasing pain perfectly balanced his oxygen-deprived stupor, keeping him awake and receptive to the changes his body was subjected to. The gut, sensing the flesh inside was weakening, began to contract. A muffled scream could be heard from the inch thick layer of gryphon belly as the human's limbs, muscles and bones were compressed beyond their physical limit. Small bones fractured and joints dislocated in brilliant flashes of agony; all the while the man's skin was turned red raw, his legs (having been submerged in the acidic broth) were even skinless, the exposes muscles starting to bleed into the stomach adding the coppery scent of blood to the vile stench.

He screamed, twisted, writhed and preyed for mercy, but the digestion went on regardless, snapping bones, flaying flesh and eating muscle. The only response his desperate struggles gleamed was a gurgle or a churning of the slop, reminding him of his lonely, cruel fate, trapped in agony beneath a taut layer of leonine fur. His eyes stung - infact he wondered if they still worked at all given the thick inky darkness that had clung to him like the mucous for the past half an hour. More stomach contractions began to snap his ribs, one by one, until he had doubled over far enough to submerge his agonised face into the greasy pool.

His own dissolved flesh was now filling his mouth as he started to drown, having to swallow the acidic mixture; yet no air came despite it. He thrashed briefly, his body burning, aching, his lungs filling with stomach fluid making his chest sear with fantastical pain until it was all too much. His body spasmed as the brain failed to cope with the deluge of pain. As he slipped into the peaceful embrace of death, his last thought was of the gryphon that surrounded him, pleasantly laying back with empty balls and a full stomach, blissfully ignorant to his sacrifice. With that, the human shuddered before passing out.

It took a day for the bulge in the gryphon's stomach to recede. He walked and flew around with the digesting human tucked away, quietly and steadily vanishing into a rich, nutrient soup to fuel him. Another day was needed to filter the human through his intestines, taking what was needed and passing on what was waste, until the third day when the gryphon came to do his business in the shade of leafy trees.

Now long gone, the thought of the human did not pass the gryphon's mind as he relaxed his bowels and released the steaming remnants of his meal. Bones and hair were all that remained, glued together in thick, gleaming brown stools that pushed out from beneath his leonine tail. One by one the meaty turds slipped free, being moulded into smooth oblongs by the pouting anus, slapping on top of each other is dull smacks. Quite a hefty pile they made! A human's body transformed to waste now sat in the shade, its stinking mass quietly sinking to rest, log upon log. The gryphon turned its tail to it and walked away perfectly oblivious to the significance of the act, taking to the skies in search of another meal.