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**The shuddering, cooing hippogryph standing on my chest looked several months pregnant, even though she was barely old enough to be pregnant. Matra was only half my size, but she'd managed to to take all of my enormous, gryphon cock except the knot itself, her womb stretching out, full and heavy with my seed. She was my girlfriend's two-year-old daughter, and if pumping her full wasn't bad enough, Matra was in heat! As soon as Kreea left the room, I'd gone and knocked up her underage daughter! Not only would the relationship end quite abruptly, the police were going to lock me up! I doubt they'd believe that I was tied up and helpless to resist the elementary-aged hippogryph.

Matra ignored the metal rods that had locked my beak open, barring me from any sounds beyond squawks and shrieks. Instead, she turned around on my chest, just long enough to reach the tip of my quickly shrinking cock while also flicking her equine tail in my face. That gave me an eyeful of her stained, puffy black tear drop, sticky white cum pouring out of her onto my chest feathers. I could only guess at how long the distended young hen would be squirting my juices before she finally stopped.

Matra exclaimed, "Wow, I had no idea what those parts were really for! I've never felt so good. Can we do it again?" reaching out to grab my hypersensitive tip. She had no idea that the pleasure of sex was really just a side-effect, but she'd learn the true purpose as soon as her belly started to swell. Her talon wasn't even large enough to wrap all the way around my swollen cock. I groaned, the sudden touch slowing my dick's natural softening. When would the (highly-pleasurable) torture end?

Not soon, it turned out. Matra squawked curiously at the dribbles of cum still leaking from my engorged tip, and leaned forward, giving it a lick. She giggled and said, "Tastes funny!" Seeing that there was more where that came from, she licked again, and again, until she had wrapped her beak around my cock and was suckling me like I was her mother! My balls were on fire from our recent fun-time, but what could I do? I was tied down, couldn't speak, my girlfriend's two-year-old daughter was giving me a blow job, and all I could see was Matra's gushing, sexy rump just inches from my face.

I did the only thing I could: I returned the favor. I couldn't lift my head far, but I streeeeetched out my long, flexible tongue (Mom had always joked that my father was a dragon). Just the very end of my tongue could reach her heat-swollen vulva, and I cupped it and licked firmly upward. My tongue formed a bridge; the cum that had been spilling onto my chest instead slid down my tongue right into my throat, and I gulped it up eagerly. Sure, it was some mix of my own spunk, and that of the horse, but I was the kind of gryphon that would eat anything.

"Oh!" Matra cried as I probed her with the tip of my tongue. She kept slurping at my cock, but now she shuddered, stepping backward to bring her soiled rump closer. I didn't hesitate to push my tongue deeper, spreading her recently-used folds apart. In seconds, she was humping up and down around my tongue, bobbing her avian head back and forth along my cock. If only I didn't know that Kreea would return any minute, I would have been able to fully enjoy the unbelievable situation.

Maybe Kreea would believe that I thought Matra was her. They both had similar brown rumps, with black stripes, and it was dark in the room. That would be a good excuse! I gulped down some more of my cum, my eyes locked on the young filly's hindquarters. From here, she looked just like a horse (except for the stripes), and despite myself, my stomach growled. I'd starved myself for days to get ready to eat that pony! Suddenly, the saliva in my mouth was there for two reasons.

I'd often fantasized about swallowing Kreea whole as I ate her out. After all, I was a gryphon, and she was a hippogryph, our natural prey. If I wanted to, I could just barely gulp down Kreea whole, wings and all. She knew what I was thinking, and the thrill seemed to really turn her on. Would I do it, if she asked me? There was no coming back from being eaten, and I really loved her. Still, if that's what she really wanted, how could I say no? We could just leave the city for the forest, where the law has no jurisdiction and anything goes, and only I would return. Oh, they'd all know what had happened as I waddled back through the city walls, my enormous belly brushing the ground beneath me, but nobody would say anything.

Just as my cock firmed back up from my idle fantasies, Matra stopped. She pulled away from my dick, licking her lips of my cum. Then she crawled forward and turned around, smiling at me as I trembled. "Ready?" she asked, stepping back until her sopping cunt pressed up against my turgid tip.

I whimpered. I couldn't know what was taking Kreea so long - perhaps Adran was more curious about sex than I had expected, and the lesson would last another thirty minutes. But no, more likely she'd walk in in a minute or two and catch the two of us in the act. As much as I would have loved to plug Matra's tight cunt again and again, I wanted to get caught even less. If I could just get Matra to leave, I might at least get enough time to think of a way out. Maybe I could find another white gryphon to sleep with the grade-schooler and take the wrap for her cubs? Emphatically, I shook my head "No."

"What?" she squawked, disappointed. "Why not?"

I cocked my head to indicate confusion, and it seemed to work. "Lemme get those bars out of your mouth," she said, reluctantly stepping away from my enormous erection.

She walked forward, reaching my wide open maw, which was easily a third the size of her entire body. The locked hinges, however, were on each side, waaaaay down at the back of my jaw. Kreea had placed them from either side, but Matra simply leaned forward and reached into my mouth as if she were a dentist, and I had any teeth. Her feathered chest rested gently in the curve of my lower beak. From there, she could peak her head all the way into my mouth and just reach either of the hinges. She grabbed for the left one, first, trying to figure out the mechanism to unlock it.

With her upper body halfway in my mouth, all I could see of Matra were her shimmering wings and her distended rear end. It was like she was crawling into my throat! My cock was already hard thinking about devouring the young filly, but this wasn't helping any. Saliva spilled into my mouth and coated the metal, making Matra's job that much harder. She fumbled with the mechanism, forced to stretch her arms as far as they would go to get her talons around the lever. My tongue and beak were getting really wet now.

And that's when it happened. Matra finally got a hold of the lever, and had to push it away from her. She clutched it firmly and pushed. The lock began to turn, but just as soon as it did, Matra slipped. Her talon slid off the hinge, and her forward momentum sent the hippogryph hen sliding into my mouth. My smooth beak was like a water slide - she shrieked, lifted her talons to slow her descent and only managing to stop when her clawed hands sunk into the back of my throat.

Funny thing about gryphons - like snakes, our throats are made for pulling things in, not pushing things out. Sure, if something upsets our stomachs, we will retch them up, but it takes a lot to upset a gryphon. As soon as Matra's talons passed through the ring-like opening of my esophagus, my sphincter instinctively closed hard around her wrists. Squawking, she tried to pull her talons back, but only managed to pull herself that much farther into my mouth. Through no fault of my own, I found myself with half a filly in my mouth! I couldn't close my beak to push her out, I couldn't lift my head to get gravity on my side, and my tongue simply wasn't strong enough to lift a young hippogryph. I could see the tips of her wings peeking out of my mouth, and her entire, swollen rump, kicking and struggling. Good gods! I thought, what if Kreea walks in now!

"Help! Help!" Matra cried, squirming desperately. I was in no position to help, and the closed, stone door would ensure that Kreea couldn't hear anything. "Let me go!" She pushed again on the back of my throat, and despite myself, I gulped. Her arms slid down my esophagus to her armpits, angled now toward my stomach. She couldn't push off the back of my throat now if she tried.

That's when it struck me. If Kreea didn't interrupt us, I wasn't going to be able to stop this. My throat was starting to squeeze and convulse around Matra's arms, trying to pull the filly deeper. It was instinctive, wasn't it? I didn't want to eat her! If Matra couldn't somehow pull herself out, one way or another, I was going to swallow her whole!

That thought got me really going. I pulled at my bonds like I'd never pulled before, until my arms were burning from the thick cords. Wasn't there some rule about bondage play that you had to leave an escape in emergencies? I yanked my feet back, trying to rip the ropes from the wall, but I couldn't get enough momentum to make a dent. I was as trapped as Matra now was.

"Syrak! Syrak, stop ri -" she screeched, her voice cut off as I gulped again., more of the young hippogryph slipping into me. Her head must have disappeared into my throat, the ring closing tightly around her neck.

I could no longer see her shimmering wings, only her wide rump. My tongue slurped up along her stomach, tasting her. Just as I'd imagined, hippogryph tastes just like horse. My stomach rumbled loudly, and I gulped reflexively again, my sphincter sucking down her shoulders. My warm, wet esophagus cradled the two-year-old hippogryph's upper body, while my tongue slid between her twin, equine teats.

I was horrified. I was eating my girlfriend's daughter against my own will. Matra struggled feebly, but her efforts only triggered gulp after gulp, drawing her deeper. This was precisely what I'd planned to do to the pony, albeit with Kreea jerking me off, but I couldn't do it to Matra! Murder was of course even worse than rape - I could get the death penalty.

It wasn't all bad, of course. Endorphins rushed through my body, triggered by my immense hunger and her delicious, sweaty flavor. I ran my tongue back and forth against her body, jostling her budding teats. My cock was rock hard now, but try as I might, I couldn't it.

"Mmmrrrphhh!" Matra cried, her voice muffled in my throat.

Gulp!

The first joint of her wings reached my throat, damn and dripping with my excess saliva. I could feel them sliding into the ring as the young filly entered my throat.

Gulp!

She kicked her legs, her thighs now nestled up beyond my jaw. Her legs were holding her back, but each gulp put more stress on her. Most of her rump had slipped into my mouth now, and I stretched my tongue out and up, tasting my own cum matted in the fur of her rump. My stomach growled again.

Gu - !

My gulp was cut short! At the very last second, Matra managed to catch her hind knees under my beak, strong enough finally to resist my reflexive swallowing. Maybe...maybe she could save herself after all!

Indeed, the young hen used her well-positioned knees to begin pulling herself out of my throat. My hungry esophagus grumbled as the food began to fight its way out, inch by inch. I just hoped she could get her head out before the lack of oxygen got to her, or there'd be no helping her.

Tugging hard, she managed to free her wings, and then her shoulders, only her head lodged inside. Thank the gods, I thought, relief washing over me. I just lay back, enjoying her flavor, waiting for her to pull herself free.

To keep her grip, she'd kept her legs flush with my jaw, even as she arched her back to pull free. That meant the tip of my tongue was curled up between her teats, up her inner thighs, and just tickling her teardrop vulva. Every gentle touch of tongue to cunt sent cum spilling down my throat, much to my delight. I could still hardly believe that I had pumped the young girl turgid with my cum.

At last, Matra squeezed her head free, gasping for air. "Oh...god," she panted, "...that was close! I alm - Ohhhhhh!"

I purred, thrusting my hips weakly in to the air, more turned on than I remember ever being. Now that the danger was past, I curled up tongue all the way up and pierced her aching labia, desperate for more cum. Matra moaned and spread her legs as best she could, whimpering.

I slathered her rump, reveling in her delicious taste. I soon found that if I wrapped my muscular tongue all the way around her gravid-looking belly, I could squeeze around her and another large gush of cum would come spurting out of her. Maybe if I was thorough, I could drink it all up and she wouldn't be pregnant! I squeezed harder, the tip of my tongue still nestled just inside her cunny, gulping her juices down.

"Unnnnhhh," she shrieked, humping her hips up and down against my tongue. I squeezed what seemed like gallons of salty, white fluid out of her, while she shuddered and moaned. "Syrak - wait!" she squawked, but I could feel in her rocking hips how much she really wanted it. I just rammed my tongue into her pussy, and instead of further protest, all I got were muffled moans.

If only I could reach my cock! Well, once I let her go, she could help me out one way or another. I pushed my tongue deeper between her folds, probing around inside her nubile young passage.

"Mrrrrmphhhhh!" she cried weakly as I dug my thick tongue deeper. Finally, finally, I hit the motherload - her bloated womb. The tip of my tongue nestled against her cervix, and every squeeze of my beak sent more of my cum flowing out of her over-stuffed uterus.

But my tongue wasn't that long. How could I wrap my tongue between her legs, up her thighs, and all the way down her long, clenching pussy? Opening my eyes, I saw in horror my mistake. In the throes of Matra's eager humping, she'd lost her grip. Without even realizing it, my tongue's fervent quest to reach the source of all her delicious fluids had only served to cram the young hen deeper into my throat. Arms, head, shoulders, and wings were struggling helplessly in my warm, wet tunnel. All I could see peeking out from beyond my beak now were her dainty hooves!

Matra kicked and struggled weakly in my grasp, her hips still humping up and down against my tongue. "Krrrrphhhhhh!" she screeched, though I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or terror, or some mix of both. Oh no, what have I done? I pondered. Before, it had just been an accident. I couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible for her current situation. I tried hard to hack her up, coughing and gagging as best I could, but my throat only pulled one way. If Kreea didn't come soon, that would be it. There wouldn't be much oxygen in my stomach.

One eye on the door, I tried to think of what I could do. I quickly exhausted any hope of saving her myself, which meant all I could do was wait for Kreea, and hope. Still, there was no reason I couldn't at least attempt to enjoy it - and maybe make the experience more pleasant for Matra as well.

I began to hammer the horny hippogryph with my tongue, pumping it back and forth in her tight, clenching pussy. "Mrrrlmrph!" she moaned, flicking her tail and spreading her legs wide. Her chest heaved for air, but there was little to none to be found inside my throat - just the small amount that manages to sneak in between gulps.

I made my tongue ripple like a wave, crashing it against her clitoris. Matra squeezed harder, whimpering. I knew it wouldn't be long before I made the inexperienced young hen cum. Still the door remained closed. Come on, Kreea! I begged.

Gulp!

If I tilted my head, I could see the bulge descending down my neck. Matra's thick, equine body stretched my throat wide, and I could see that her outstretched arms were almost to my stomach. Only her hindquarters remained in my mouth, and even her hooves had disappeared into my maw. I savored every inch of her wet, furry rump. At least today had answered one question for me: if Kreea asked to be eaten, I would definitely say 'yes'.

And if Matra were any judge, Kreea would enjoy it, too! I slammed my tongue into her until it squeezed up against her cervix, and Matra exploded. Her whole body, from her arms to her tail began to shudder, her hips rocking wildly as a muffled, "Mmmmmph! UNNNNGG!" sounded from within my throat. Her pussy convulsed around my tongue, warm, wet arousal drenching my tongue and sliding down my propped open mouth. Her eager ejaculate only made her path down my throat smoother, as her cum slid down to join Matra in my esophagus.

I sucked her down to her wide hips now, which were also sliding through my sphincter. I'd swallowed her too far now to keep my flexible tongue in her cunt, so I had to reluctantly pull it free. I wrapped my tongue instead around her legs, enjoying the last, supple tastes I would ever have of Matra.

But wait! I heard the large, stone door opening! Kreea had arrived just in time! Oh, thank the gods, I thought, though part of me regretting that I wouldn't be able to finish my meal. She'd know, of course, that I'd impregnated her little girl and then almost swallowed her alive, but better that than having her find out the truth too late.

The torches on the wall had burned down considerably in her absence, but by the size of her silhouette, it was clearly Kreea. She closed the door behind her, noticed the missing pony and squawked, "How on earth did you manage to reach your dinner while you're all tied up??"

She walked toward me, scanning my cum-stained belly. "You bad boy; you were supposed to wait for me."

I screeched and whimpered, Kreea's daughter more than halfway in my throat. Using all my resolve, I resisted the urge to gulp again, even though the grade-schooler was squirming wildly. Kreea would soon realize what happened, and grab Matra's legs to pull her out. "Urrrr! Urrrr!" I cried, trying to sound urgent.

Finally she saw the thick bulge in my throat. She gave a whinnying coo, and said, "Oh, you're not quite finished? Let me help you with that."

Kreea climbed up onto my stomach just like Matra had, giving my throbbing dick a little squeeze on the way. Then, she gazed into my gaping maw and saw her daughter's striped, squirming rump sticking out of my slick tunnel. She squawked loudly, and I knew everything would be alright. Well, as all right as it could be, considering I'd knocked up her daughter.

"Syrak!" she cried, "Look at him squirm!"

Him!?

Matra could obviously hear her mother as well, for she starting to screech and squawk inside my throat. "Mrrrraaaag! Nieeeeeeerg!"

Kreea reached into my mouth and grabbed Matra's hoof, also running her talon along my slippery tongue. "I didn't know we'd be able to hear his squealing. He still wants to live. Let's end his ridiculous fantasy." With that, she began to push on Matra's legs, forcing her farther into my throat.

How can this be happening!? Can she not see Matra's striped rump? Then I realized that the torch was behind me - almost no light would be so far inside my mouth. Black stripes on brown fur would be impossible to see - why, Kreea couldn't even tell that the dark teardrop beneath Matra's tail wasn't two, heavy balls.

I shook my head back and forth, pleading with Kreea not to do what she was doing, but she protested, "Come on, Syrak, it will be fun! I want to be part of you swallowing him!"

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnng!" moaned Matra, who must by now be in half-a-daze from the limited oxygen sneaking into my throat.

I grabbed Kreea's hind legs to try to push her away, but I couldn't generate any force with my arms bound. I was helpless to stop her as Kreea began to push her young hen the rest of the way down. I squirmed and struggled at my bonds, moaning as best I could, but Kreea couldn't understand. Desperately, I tried pointing with my tongue, tapping Matra's cum-sopping pussy to draw Kreea's attention.

The large hippogryph ignore me, grunting as she pushed Matra forward. The ring of my throat opened wide, giving Matra another gasp of breathe, before her hips slid into my throat and the sphincter closed again. Now, only half her legs and a hint of her tail poked into my mouth.

"Wow," Kreea said, "This is amazing. I mean, I knew you could do it, but to see it up close..." She pushed again, despite Matra's struggles.

With Matra's wide, horse rump gone, I couldn't hold back anymore. Kreea's pushing, my instinctive gulps, gravity, saliva, Matra's syrupy cum - all these things combined to aid the hippogryphs descent into my stomach. On top of that, Matra's outstretched arms finally reached my lower sphincter, entering my enormous stomach. Turns out, she was just a little larger than my throat.

Kreea leaned forward to push the black hooves the rest of the way, and with two, heavy gulps, the last bit of Matra disappeared from the dim light in the room. Kreea watched with amazement as my throat closed, leaving my mouth empty. "He's gone, just like that...!"

I shook my head again - maybe she'd remove my hinges and I could warn her! There was still a chance to save Matra, but I needed to get the idea across fast.

"You're right," she said, "he's not gone yet." She took a step backward, which nestled my swollen cock between her udder. Then, she looked down at the thick bulge that Matra made in my throat. "Look at him go!" she squawked appreciatively.

I kept shaking my head, but her attention was fixed like the half-eagle she was on the squirming lump sliding into my stomach. And she was. The rippling peristalsis of my esophagus was pulsing downward, pushing the young filly inexorably downward. I won't lie, the pleasure was intense as first her arms, then her head, shoulder, and wings entered my starving stomach. Foot after foot of Kreea's daughter slipped into my expanding gut, while Kreea herself watched on. Reaching out, the mother caressed the bulge in my neck, cooing, "Time to go to your final home..."

No, no, no, no, no! I screamed silently. Take the metal bars out of my mouth!

But she didn't, watching her daughter's descent with her jaw dropped. My strong throat pushed her the rest of the way down, and Matra began to curl up inside my swelling gut. Kreea, standing on my chest, warbled happily as my distending stomach lifted her up. She was standing on her trapped, suffocating offspring!

"Ooooh, Syrak, I can still feel him squirming!" she moaned, then looked back at me. My stomach wasn't rumbling anymore. I was tied on my back, my belly absolutely brimming full of delicious hippogryph, but I couldn't help being a little horrified. Even if Kreea removed the bars now, would telling her the truth even help? Would I be able to cough up my meal?

Kreea, however, had other things in mind. Trembling, she said, "Fuck me."

I cocked my head and cawed, questioningly.

"That was so hot...I can't take it anymore - I need you inside me, heat or no heat!"

My mouth would have gaped if my jaw weren't already locked open. Fuck her? Now? While her daughter struggles in my tight, warm gut? But that's the thing about bondage - I didn't really have a choice.

Kreea stepped forward, lowered her hips, and stepped backward, pressing her black, heat-swollen folds against my drooling tip. Oh, gods, she really means to do it!

She paused there, looking at me, and said, "I love you, Syrak, and I want to have your chicks. But, only if you want to, too."

I shook my head up and down so hard, I swear I lost three feathers.

Kreea smiled, and pushed back, her cunt engulfing my tip. She wasn't as tight as Matra, but she was still fucking tight. My throat rumbled in pleasure, and I rocked my hips upward, trying to ignore the muffled moans for help coming from my bulging belly.

Squawk! she cried, starting to sit down on my cock just like her daughter had only minutes earlier. Inch after inch of my fat cock sunk into her clenching pussy, her equine tail held rigidly to the side. "Oh, Syrak!" she cried, running her talons through the fur on my enormous, wiggling belly.

I swear, I've never been more satisfied in my life. My eyes rolled back in my head, enjoying Matra's residual taste in my mouth, my stomach contentedly full with live prey, and my cock aching for release. This was the best of both worlds! If I'd swallowed the horse, he'd have stopped squirming minutes ago and accepted his fate, but Matra still struggled and whimpered and whined. I reached my fat belly with both arms, rubbing Matra gently as her stirrings began to slow.

Beeeeelch!

Kreea panted, starting to slide up and down my turgid cock. She patted my stretched gut and said, "He just won't give up!"

She'll be furious when she finds out the truth. But...I might as well enjoy this while I can. I nodded to her, rocking my hips and burping again. I could hear the slimy, wet squishes as my stomach churned out digestive juices around the young hippogryph. She wouldn't last much longer...

My overstimulated, aching cock flared, the barbs shooting out into Kreea's sensitive flesh. Her body, like Matra's, wasn't designed for this, but Kreea loved it. She tossed her head back andscreeeeeeched, and if the door weren't closed, Adran would surely have heard it and come looking. The young mother began to ride me like I was the one who was half-horse. Up and down she bounced, her neighing squawks piercing the room each time she pulled herself up against my flared barbs, and cooing as she slid smoothly back down to rest upon my engorged knot.

Ragged and gasping, Kreea stuttered to herself, saying, "Gods, what am I doing!? I have two chicks already to care for!" Not for much longer, I thought grimly, listening to the barely audible murmuring in my tightly filled belly. Still, despite Kreea's vocal protestations, she didn't slow herself for one second as she kept grinding herself against the oozing source of my fertile seed.

She squeezed and clenched around me, at the apex of pleasure crossed with pain, her talons bracing herself against my large gut. She could feel every kick and groan from the daughter she'd unwittingly doomed to her fate - the grade-schooler would soon be nothing but an especially satisfying midnight snack. "Do it, Syrak!" she moaned, her whole body trembling in anticipation. "I love you! Fill me with your cubs!"

Whimpering, I humped harder, trying desperately to push my knot up into that wide, equine rump. Pleasure coursed through my veins, making every inch of my skin vibrate and tingle with the need for release. But without ramming my swollen knot into her, I couldn't penetrate deep enough to dig my tip against her cervix.

Luckily, Kreea helped. Shivering, the beautiful hen rubbed my swollen belly and said, "Look, listen - he's gone. He finally stopped fighting it..."

She was right. Matra had stopped squirming, and I couldn't hear anything from the depths of my stomach except sloshing, churning gastric juices. For better or worse, the two-year-old was now just gryphon chow. At least she hadn't died a virgin! I gave what was left of Matra a gentle pat, saying my last farewell, then I nodded up at Kreea.

Kreea dropped her jaw and squawked, lifting her heavy rump all the way up until her quivering lips just barely engulfed my tip, than she slammed herself down. In one, smooth motion, the horny mother speared herself all the way down onto my cock, her sopping, precum-soaked cunt just wet enough to pop! onto my knot. Her puffy, heat-swollen vulva bulged out like a basketball, kissing my abs, and I could hold back no longer.

Nestled right up against her last line of defense, my tip erupted with oily gryphon cum. Kreea screeched and squawked, milking my cock for all she was worth as I laid into her. Rope after sticky rope of life-giving seed fired into her egg-filled womb, not a single drop missing its target. I could watch as her stomach began to expand from the sheer amount of cum shooting out of my enormous balls. Kreea watched two, her bliss-filled eyes marveling at her swelling uterus.

She moaned and shivered as I knocked her up again, simultaneously giving her chicks and taking one. She had no idea that the meal digesting slowly in my stomach - that she herself had pushed down my throat and that had so turned her on - was her own daughter. But what could I have done? Grunting, I came and came again, moaning as I claimed Kreea's fertile womb and enjoyed my full, bubbling belly.

"Oh...oh gods!" she moaned. "Oh, when will I learn how to close my legs...? That was...incredible Syrak." She caressed both of our belly bulges again, shivering with each, bubbling splurt of cum. Panting, she leaned forward and cuddled up against me, still firmly planted on my cock. I could just barely reach her warm body, and I embraced her, wondering what the future had in store for me now.

When she finds out I devoured her beloved hen, I am sooo fucked.

* * * * *

Or not. In the morning, Kreea finally unlocked my hinges and I could talk. But what use was telling her the truth, now? Already my swollen stomach had shrunk a good third of the way, my digestive system working steadily away to add Matra to my white-furred bulk. I just smiled sweetly at her, my heart racing. She untied me, and it wasn't until after breakfast that she went to wake Adran and Matra up for school.

And that's it. Kreea freaked out when she found Matra missing, but she didn't even think once that the 'pony' in my stomach might be her two-year-old daughter. Because the pony escaped, my sagging gut had the perfect alibi!

The police didn't catch on either, after getting our testimonies. Matra was listed as a runaway, and after a few weeks...presumed dead. Despite law enforcement, the city was a dangerous place, and not one where a young hippogryph hen could last long.

All in all, I couldn't be happier, and if I could do it all over again, I would try to enjoy the meal all the more. Kreea and my sex life really took off that day, and Matra wasn't the last equine to slide wriggling down my throat. In fact, I had to take to exercising to maintain my figure on such a high-fat diet.

And best of all was each and every day, when I woke up in the morning lying next to Kreea, her gravid belly swollen with my eggs.

Who knew that fucking and devouring my girlfriend's daughter would lead to so much happiness?**