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This story was a commission for the lovely Synx the Lynx (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/synxthelynx)

It contains an anthropomorphic lynx reduced to a very small size, and introduced to a very large gryphon...

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It had not been the gentlest of rides.

Trapped in the darkness of his temporary cardboard prison, a young anthropomorphic lynx found himself being jostled, bounced and knocked over by the constant, uneven movement of the man who carried him.

It had all gone so very wrong: a brief visit to an alchemist's store, knocking over an entire shelf of expensive potions and subsequently lacking the money to compensate the man for the damages. What had been but a simple outing to find a nice supplement for an irritating heartburn had turned into a rather significant debt and an irate human shopkeeper shouting at him to pay for his mistake.

And pay he most certainly did.

Synx groaned as he tried to balance himself inside the cardboard box he now found himself carried in, the unfortunate result of his encounter with the alchemist. He'd been forced to drink one of those potions - one he hadn't otherwise broken - and watched in horror as the world had grown shockingly larger all around him. Now barely taller than six inches, the lynx had been unceremoniously stuffed into a cardboard box and taped up inside with only a few holes poked in the sides for him to breathe.

"Please," he called out for what felt like the hundredth time, "I didn't mean to break them. I'll... I'll find a way to pay you back! I'll work it off! Please, listen to me!" His pleas fell upon deaf ears as the alchemist carried him through the city streets, a fact he was able to discern from the noise of passers-by. How had things gone so wrong so quickly?

The ride in the cardboard box took nearly twenty minutes, by which time the lynx had lost all track of where he might have been carried. He attempted to peer from one of the tiny air-holes, but the human's grip on the box shifted too much for him to get a stable view out of the minuscule opening.

Suddenly, voices could be heard from close by, and he leaned his back up against the box wall to eavesdrop.

"Ah, Sir Rueven," spoke a strong voice from above, one he could immediately distinguish as belonging to a gryphon. After living in the Kingdom for a few years, Synx had learned how to tell that heavy tone of one of the gryphon residents apart from the humans and anthros that made up the rest of the population.

"What brings you today?" the gryphon continued, speaking familiarly to the lynx's captor, "I don't believe you were summoned?" The alchemist shook his head and held out the cardboard box for the gryphon's inspection.

"I come bearing gifts, not business," the human replied, "I have something that I believe will be of... significant value to your boss. I wish to take it to the top." A brief moment of silence passed, the gryphon no doubt inspecting the package.

"Very well," the gryphon eventually remarked, "he does enjoy gifts. Follow me."

When the jostling continued, it was with a completely different atmosphere. The bustling city soundscape faded behind them, leaving only the echoing footsteps of his captor and the shifting of the gryphon's armour ahead of them. It was ominous, foreboding, not being able to tell where exactly he was and where he was going. All Synx knew now was that, whether this was a blessing or a curse, his punishment wouldn't be visible to the public eye.

The building's interior must have been massive; it felt like they'd spent just as long walking its corridors as they had the city streets. Sitting in a corner of the box with his ears keen, he resigned himself to the fact that we wouldn't be escaping until he reached his destination. Suddenly, the walking stopped, and the nearly deafening groan of an ancient, titanic, wooden door filled the silence. The box was again jostled as the human carrying him stepped forward, but this time he was alone. Again, the only sound he could hear was the man’s footsteps, despite Synx craning his hearing for any other tells. That was until a gryphon’s voice of incredible depth and presence rumbled through him.

“Rueven, how good to see you. You don’t often come by unannounced, unless it’s to share notes or bribe me with gifts. I can see from what you carry that it would be the latter,” the monstrous voice spoke with a touch of amusement.

“You sting me with those words. I simply had something lying around the shop that I thought you might get better use of,” the human replied. “I would never think to try and bribe you.”

Synx stumbled and rolled out of the corner as the box suddenly lurched up and forwards like he was being placed up somewhere high. The box’s floor shifted and sagged as it settled on its new, soft surface. Caught on his rump staring up at the ceiling, he was in the perfect position to watch as the folds of his ceiling were peeled away by careful digits, revealing not the human that had done this to him, but instead a towering behemoth of fur and feathers. A wicked beak the size of a house curling up in a bit of a smirk, and striking eyes glittering with quiet delight at what he had found. At any size, it was impossible not to recognise the gryphon staring down at him. King Talos himself was to be the punishment for his clumsiness.

“My my, now this is a surprise. You have outdone yourself this time, Rueven,” Talos purred, leaning in closer to examine the shrunken feline more closely. “Excellently sized and with no visible issues with proportion. I dare say you’ve perfected your shrinking potion. So what did this one do? Try to steal from the shop? Ask for a refund? Certainly he didn’t request that you do this to him.”

The human chuckled from somewhere behind him. “No, he simply had two left feet and no coin in his wallet. He destroyed a number of quite expensive products. Products that will require feathers of considerable quality to reproduce.”

The King snorted derisively. “I thought you said you weren’t trying to bribe me,” he remarked.

“Not a bribe, oh no. You may have him, either way. I just thought since I’ve brought my good friend a gift...” he trailed off expectantly and received a puff and a chuckle from the gryphon in response.

Synx was left in awe as the King, widely considered the largest gryphon to have ever lived, sat himself up and extended one of his massive wings. Talos would have loomed over him at normal size, but shrunken to the size of a doll, it was like watching a mountain rise in front of him. Rueven hurried forward excitedly, his hands reaching for the pristinely-preened feathers that lay in a perfect sheet before him. Just as he was about to take hold of a large, stiff flight feather, Talos pulled the limb away and growled. “Anything larger than a tuft of down and I’ll see you shrunken in a box before long.”

“Y-Yes, my King. Forgive my boldness,” he hastily remarked, bowing his head while the gryphon’s wing descended towards him. A small, downy feather, barely larger than a raven’s, was all the hopeful alchemist was able to retrieve, before he once again disappeared from sight and headed for the door. “Thank you, my King. Enjoy! I’ll be sure to drop by again when my next batch needs testing.”

The heavy door slowly opened and closed again, leaving the room in silence. The exchange was complete, and just like that, Synx was all alone with the King of Gryphons himself. The powerful beast turned the full intensity of his gaze down upon the tiny little plaything he had been bestowed, a smirk curling at the edges of his beak.

"Do I need to introduce myself?" he rumbled in a rich, bassy tone, and the intimidated lynx shook his head rapidly, his tufts bouncing from side to side. The mountainous gryphon towered over him, a solid wall of golden-brown fur and feathers, topped with one terrifying-looking beak and a piercing set of sea-blue eyes. Eyes that felt as though they were penetrating into his very soul.

"A rather unfortunate circumstance you now find yourself in," the avian commented with a wave of his claw, "how tall were you before your... change?" It took a moment for the nervous anthro to realise he was supposed to respond, still in shock at having been dropped right into the King's company.

"F... five feet and... five inches... my Lord," he managed to reply, giving a somewhat shaky bow in his cardboard box. With a small tilt of that box, Talos tipped the lynx out of it and onto the gigantic folds of bedsheets that seem to stretch out for miles in every direction, tossing the cardboard aside.

"And now you are... I would say barely five inches tall," Talos added in amusement, using a claw to measure the little male against. He could see the wary glance the little thing gave his lethal talon and chuckled quietly as he withdrew it. "Your name?"

"S... Synx, my Lord," the feline replied quickly.

"Lovely," the gryphon noted, "well then... Synx, you have made the mistake of drawing the ire of one of my most trusted alchemists. I daresay he brought you here today expecting that I am to sample the fruits of his experiments, and consume you." His keen eyes watched the lynx’s widen in shock; he'd heard the rumours but had never thought he was to verify them personally.

"P... please!" he began to beg, taking a step back on the sheets, glancing for somewhere to potentially run off to, "I don't..."

"Calm yourself," Talos purred, licking his beak slowly as he gazed upon the mouse-like cat standing before him, "it is perhaps your lucky day in that regard. I do not intend to eat you. You are... how should I put this kindly... far too small to be of any real nutritional value."

Despite the reassurance that he wouldn't be taking a trip down his colossal King's throat, Synx didn't necessarily feel any safer with the gryphon looming over him.

"A shame Rueven didn't deliver you to me at your full size. You would have made a much more appetising snack." Lounging back against the headboard of his bed, Synx was treated to a breath-taking sight. Talos sprawled, leaving little to the imagination. His eyes followed a wayward forepaw as he rubbed his ample gut, drawing a hungry rumble from inside that sent a shiver down the shrunken lynx's spine. He was right, his five-foot-five body would have made a wonderfully handsome bulge under the King’s luxurious paunch. Perhaps being the alchemist’s guinea pig was a blessing in disguise after all.

“So that just leaves the question of what I should do with you,” Talos added thoughtfully, and with a glimmer in his eye he let his forepaw fall between his open thighs, giving his boulder-like testicles an idle but captivating fondle. Supple flesh, flowing as easily as water, bounced atop the mattress, captivating the minuscule cat until he realised with a blush he was staring unabashedly at his King’s enormous nutsack and sporting a rather instantaneous erection because of it. Even at such a size, he knew Talos could see his pink embarrassment standing out against his belly fur. “Come here, little lynx. I measured your height against my claw, now let’s measure your worth against something a little more appropriate.”

It sounded like an offer, but it was anything but as the King's commanding words rang clear. Even from the distance separating the two, the rich musky scent of the royal gryphon rolled across the smaller male's body in waves, leaving him shamefully hard at the intensity of it all. Despite the situation, he knew full well that the little feline was turned on.

He had that effect on people.

A few nervous steps forward was all it took to get Synx on his way to meet his unknown fate at the hands of the most gigantic beast he'd ever seen in his life. The closer he got, the more that avian body loomed over him, terrifying and arousing in equal measure. As he approached, the King's claws gently toyed with his furred scrotum, musky sweat dripping from between his claws from the sheer heat his body generated between his muscular thighs.

As the lynx stopped before his leg, Talos fixed his smirk upon the tiny male and reached down with the same claws he'd been fondling his nuts with. Curling them around the middle of the micro anthro, he lifted him clear off the sheets with ease, his grip firm but fair even with those razor-sharp claws glossed with the perspiration from his impressive balls. Squirming a little in fear, Synx made no visible impact on the King's grip on his body, carried surprisingly gently over to his huge inner thigh to be deposited atop the gryphon's thick fur.

This brought him merely a foot away from the gigantic sheath that the studly beast sported, flopped so casually across his thigh under its own rather significant weight. At regular size, Synx could have easily fit his fist entirely inside it. At his current size...

"You're going to be my toy for the day," the King rumbled hotly, "I must say, I'm keen to see whether or not it's safe to insert a little thing like you into my sheath. How does that sound to you, little lynx? I cannot promise your safety, but the alternative is likely... less palatable for you."

"You're going to put me in...there?" Synx reiterated hesitantly, shrinking back a step from the slab of maleness flopped out in front of him. Talos was still entirely flaccid, but it was easy to see where the thickest parts of his hidden shaft were supporting the soft structure before him. It radiated heat and scent as readily as his balls did, and was glossed in the same clear sheen. It was clear that the gryphon had no qualms with showing off his masculinity, foregoing proper baths for a chance to parade his virility, and from so close his musk was nearly choking in Synx’s nostrils.

“Is my sheath not to your liking, little one?” Talos asked in amusement, tensing his groin and making the entire sheath pulse dangerously. “Normally I wouldn’t entertain my toy’s opinions, but you seem so put off by the idea. That being said, I am a male, of course, so there are only so many places I can put a little thing like you.”

Synx yelped as he was once again scooped up by deft claws, squeezing him tight and making breath somewhat difficult to gain. He was held up in front of his beak, blasted by hot, predatory breath with every word the giant gryphon spoke. “I already told you that I won’t be eating you, so you won’t be going in my beak. You told me you don’t want to go in my sheath, so that’s not an option, either.”

Talos looked at him in mock thoughtfulness, clearly taking great pleasure in tormenting his shrunken guest.

“I guess all that leaves is for me to put you back down between my legs and slide you face-first up my-”

“N-No, please!” Synx interrupted, his squirming renewed as he tried to fight back against his King. The gryphon couldn’t help but chuckle, his beak opening to give a panoramic view of the dripping abyss beyond. Seeing the path to the predator’s stomach so openly momentarily shocked him, his heart racing and his blood iced with adrenaline, before he shook his head clear and continued. As dirty and embarrassing as it seemed, it was undoubtedly his safest option. “I’ll go in your sheath. I...want to go in your sheath. Please. My Lord. ”

Talos’ smile softened slightly, as did his grip as Synx resigned himself to his fate.

“Well, if that’s what you’d like, who would I be to deny you?” he teased, and the minuscule male found himself moving again, this time downward and back towards the titan’s sprawled lap. Claws unfurled from his body and the scaly floor tilted out from under him, leaving him rolling off the King’s forepaw and onto something soft and hot. No longer was he simply propped on the gryphon’s thigh but laying directly atop his sheath instead. “Perhaps you’re just nervous because we don’t know each other very well yet. How about you take some time to familiarise yourself with my sheath. Get to know how it feels, and how it tastes. Then, you’ll still have the option to let me use you like a butt plug if you decide you don’t like it.”

The sensation of being atop the gryphon King's plump cock pouch was simultaneously shockingly arousing and intensely terrifying. Not keen to find himself halfway up the avian's anus, the tiny male clutched the fur coating that soft flesh for support as it shifted under him. Before him was the slit that marked the entrance to the sheath interior, and under his feet, he could feel the firmer mass that was no doubt the larger male's flaccid penis hiding away in its depths. A deep blush crossed his features; it was all so very intense.

The smell up so close was invasive, flooding his lungs with the natural sweat and musk that the beast's groin exuded. It was no doubt tenfold stronger inside, but this was enough to have the young lynx panting from the sheer intensity of being exposed to Talos' masculinity up close and personal.

Using the sheath fur for support, he pulled himself up a little more, away from those gargantuan testicles and closer to the slit that he somehow knew he was going to end up inside of. It was already painfully clear he was going inside his King, one way or another. At least in his sheath, his likelihood of survival was significantly higher. The alchemist had made no comment on just how long the effects of his potion would last... or if they were reversible at all.

"W... what would you like me to do?" he asked, aware that at his size there was not a great deal he could do other than amuse his King.

"Must I spell out everything?" he rumbled, and the lynx very quickly shook his head, before turning his attention back to the sheath. Despite the danger, his persistent erection wouldn't go away, his uncut cock poking into that soft sheath fur with every movement. Bringing his head down, he grasped both sides of the King's sheath slit and tugged, exposing the pink flesh within and the mind-warping scent that immediately followed.

It was as if a puff of steam was released when Synx pried the opening apart with surprising ease despite his reduced size and strength. The wave of heat and humidity that slapped him in the face barely acted as a precursor before he took a full breath of the air stewing in the gryphon’s pouch. It wasn’t foul, simply overpowering, forcing his throat to contract and leaving him unable to stifle the gagging that flexed up his throat. King Talos chuckled over his effect on the feline, noting how his scent had forced a comparatively minuscule spurt of precum to erupt from his new toy.

“That’s good. Deep breaths, little Synx. Get used to the scent of my sheath while there’s still a little fresh air to dilute it. I wouldn’t want you to feel overwhelmed in there and do a poor job of squirming for your King,” the avian teased, and before he had any time to get his bearings, Synx found an incredible weight pressing down on his back. A single claw, the wicked tip carefully pointed away from him, pressed him down into the smothering embrace of the gryphon’s spongy sheath flesh. With nowhere else to go, his head curled over the edge, and he found himself experiencing a face-first introduction to the fleshy interior of his King’s cock pouch. His muzzle pressed into the folds, getting slicked with slime and natural lubricants that the gryphon was producing, and he had no choice in the matter as the salty taste of gryphon cock forced its way into his mouth.

“Cozy, don’t you think? I’m sure there will still be a little bit of room left for you once my cock starts to harden. You haven’t even made my tip poke out yet. What good is a toy that can’t arouse their owner?” Talos rumbled, his voice thick with a honeyed purr. “I want to see if I can feel your tongue in there at that size. Go on. Have a lick.”

The King's words were muffled as his head slipped almost entirely inside that musk-laden opening, the moist sheath lips devouring him to the neck as the insistent claw showed him where he was wanted. The lynx's arousal could no longer be denied, grasping the outer sheath firmly to steady himself and his rapidly beating heart before extending a feline tongue to slurp across the inner walls of his King.

Talos smirked as he felt the lick, knowing full well he wasn't going to have to provide too much encouragement to this evidently horny mini-lynx. Licking his beak, the avian lay back more comfortably atop his mountain of pillows, watching the lower half of his gifted toy shiver at the intensity of the flavours he was slurping from his sheath.

"Enjoying yourself?" he huffed to no response other than that little tongue trying different spots, tasting the first half an inch of his sheath interior. A dull throb pulsed through the King's soft cock, unbalancing the little male as the ground beneath his feet shifted. His head pulled free with a wet pop, leaving Synx clutching the exterior of that humid orifice, panting softly.

"How was that, little one?" Talos inquired, his claws returning to his side, "getting a little carried away in there?" The blush on the tiny feline's features was all he needed to know.

"Well, how about we get you all the way inside?" the gryphon rumbled in delight, "I'm not yet hard, and I'm certain a little thing like you squirming away in there will do me wonders. What do you think, Synx? Do I need to encourage you further, or will you climb into your King's sheath yourself?" He watched the lynx look down at his own unmistakable erection before pulling himself a little closer to the gigantic beast's supple skin.

"I want to go inside," he admitted, "all the way... please, my King?" The rather earnest tone brought a light smile to the gryphon's features. Willing prey was always a treat, no matter the way it chose to enter his glorious royal frame.

“You may. Go ahead, little one.” With a gentle, encouraging nod, the King of Gryphons graciously allowed his shrunken plaything to worship him. Synx’s eyes trailed down from his imposing gaze to the opening of the sheath sprawled out before him. What he had initially been intimidated, smothered, and dominated by, he was now attracted to. Still, he approached the beast’s beast cautiously, as if the purring gryphon might still be scheming a way to further dominate and humiliate him. However, the avian mountain didn’t shift an inch as he stepped forward and placed his paws on the fleshy edges. Now prepared for the rush of musk that was sure to hit, Synx found himself embarrassingly timing his next breath with his gently prying open the giant’s sheath, taking in a purposeful breath of his heady scent. Again, he glanced up, and again he only found the gryphon waiting patiently for his pleasure, or perhaps even their mutual pleasures.

It felt strange to push his face back into the slimy interior, but he had to admit that he longed to take a paw off the plush sheath wall and use its natural lubricants to jerk himself off. At his size, it was a bit of a struggle to spread the supple flesh wide enough to slip his shoulders in, but he pushed his trepidations aside and fed himself to his King’s cock pouch. Heat washed over him as his torso began to ease inside, and the lustful excitement beating in his chest was drowned out by the enormous gryphon’s pulse-pounding all around him. The shadows grew heavier the deeper he got, and with his body now halfway inside, he needed to prove his resolve. He pulled his paws away from the entrance and placed them against the rubbery interior. As a result, Talos’s sheath snapped shut around his waist with surprising strength and elasticity, sealing him inside.

“You look delightful like that, little one,” Talos purred, his satisfaction rumbling through his body so that even Synx could feel it. His eyes stayed on the shrunken feline’s lower half, squirming legs and twitching stub still hanging outside his heavy pouch. Paws pushed against his thigh, trying to wedge his way deeper, and he could feel minuscule fingers pulling at his inner walls to drag himself all the way in. All that, and the unmistakable feeling of a rock hard, uncut lynx cock, no larger than a pea, pressed firmly against his entrance. “I want you to try and get all the way in by yourself. If you cannot, then I will only help you if you ask properly. Don’t worry, little Synx. A good king always hears the pleas of his subjects, no matter how small they are.”

Not wanting to need the assistance of the titanic beast, the shrunken anthro did his very best to get himself all the way inside. With how surprisingly firm the grip around his middle was, and with nothing to grab onto in the slick interior of his King's sheath, he was left to wriggle and writhe in place. Bit by bit he inched forward, until he could finally feel his legs start to follow the rest of him inside.

Once he felt those soft sheath lips slip past his thighs, the rest was simply momentum as he slid down and his feet vanished from view, sealed up inside the King's most intimate place with a quiet squelch. It wasn't a very large fall, simply a fraction of weightlessness before he hit something surprisingly more solid.

Talos rumbled heavily in satisfaction as he felt the little lynx thump against the tip of his marginally firm penis before a small bulge appeared in the side of his sheath. Having slipped slightly down the left side of the gryphon's pouch, Synx was now trapped in between the slimy, slippery wall and the spongy flesh of soft, royal cock.

The first thing Synx took in was the smell. Now that the opening he'd entered from was sealed up tight, he was left to steam like a little feline dumpling in the humid stench of a virile breeder. He groaned as he inhaled the thick musk that swirled about in the confined space, dominating his senses and leaving his comparably tiny cock throbbing with arousal against the King's endowment.

As he tried to get a little more upright, he began to concentrate on the sounds and sensations of being inside the active body of such a magnificent beast. His ears were dominated by the throbbing beat of the gryphon's pulse, his powerful heart rushing hot blood beneath the surface of his massive spire. He could feel muscles twitching around him as he squirmed, the rubbery skin against his back flexing and tightening, pinning him into the still flaccid flesh before relaxing and letting him free. The avian's satisfaction and building pleasure shook around him as small tremors, giving Synx a thrilling sense of accomplishment as he found a way to use his minuscule size to please his mountainous King.

"That's delightful, little one. Keep squirming. Breathe deep, while you still have room to do so," Talos purred, and Synx did exactly as he was told. His arms and legs extended as far as they could go, the feline using his entire body to massage just a portion of the gryphon's girth. He could feel it stiffening up under his paws, defined ridges beginning to form to add wonderful texture to the unyielding slab. He was delighted to find one of these gentle protrusions growing out against his face, giving him a solid space to nuzzle his face into and drown his senses in the pungent, salty mixture of precum and sheath lubricants. His shaft throbbed, and his heart skipped a beat, and he didn’t even hesitate as he began to lavish the expanding form of his King’s incredible cock with fervent licks and kisses.

“So good...” Synx moaned, juices leaking between his lips even as he gulped the gryphon’s flavour down by the mouthful. It oozed down his throat with a delightful warmth, filling his belly up slowly with gooey heat. His nostrils tingled, and his head spun. He was so enamoured that he barely even noticed when a solid weight pressed up against his back, forcing him gently against the throbbing surface of the gryphon's cock from outside.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," Talos purred, stroking a single claw across the bulge the lynx made beneath his flesh. He could feel his little contours, his shoulders, hips, and legs, as he encouraged him deeper into his stupor. "I'm starting to enjoy myself, too."

From inside, Synx couldn't see the way his King licked his beak excitedly, nor how his forepaw was repositioning around him. The gryphon's palm lined up over the wriggling little lump near the base of his sheath and his claws carefully extended around his own girth. Without warning, Talos squeezed himself playfully, fondling his sheath and squishing his shrunken plaything hard against his growing cock. A huff of delight escaped his wicked beak, and for the first time the tapered tip of his shaft began to emerge from hiding.

Everything grew much tighter for the young lynx as his King began to enjoy himself a lot more physically than before. The claws wrapped around his sheath provided a significant additional amount of pressure to the micro male's body, grinding him hard onto the gradually firming surface of his penis. As blood pumped into the aroused organ, it began to lose it's soft, squishy give and started to push back firmly, trapping the little anthro between unyielding claws and a swelling erection.

Talos smirked as he watched inch after inch of his glorious gryphon cock emerge into the air of his private chambers, kneading his furred pouch gently to coax out the entire thing. The feeling of squeezing his new plaything only amplified that pleasure, and soon there were nearly sixteen inches of prime avian pride jutting out of his rolled-back sheath.

Synx could feel the space he'd been afforded slowly reducing as his King's girth filled any leftover room in the sheath. As Talos removed his claws from his sheath and curled them firmly around his slick crimson spire, the crushing grip on his back vanished, leaving him pressed hard against the sheath wall by the base of the titanic cock alone. He could feel a slight curvature to the surface that now pressed against him; the humble beginnings of the royal beast's uninflated knot. It was already so tight that concern began to fill the lynx's mind about what would happen to him should such a thing swell to the size he expected it could.

"Get comfy in there," the King mused, "keep working that little tongue of yours while I indulge in a little... self-care." With a firm grasp on his shaft, Talos began to slide his claws up and down the length of his impressive member, precum dribbling from the tip over his talons and down the outer edge of his sheath. With his cock as hard as it was, there was no room for any fresh air or precum to be admitted to his sauna-like pouch.

The once stretchy, almost comfortable sheath had now become tight and claustrophobic, rolling up tighter and tighter against the base of the gryphon’s colossal spire. What used to feel like a tent had now become more like a sleeping bag, secured tightly and keeping him from doing much more than squirm. He was tucked too deep to see, but he could feel Talos masturbating around him like an earthquake, and the slapping of flesh and fluids sliding together above him was nearly deafening.

High above, the King set his beak and continued to work himself with a steady, practised pace. While it may have felt like a rollercoaster ride for his passenger, from the giant gryphon’s perspective, it was measured and precise. He didn’t want to finish with his toy too early, nor overburden the fragile little lynx. Slipping his forepaw too low in the throes of passion could prove fatal for someone so small, and Talos intended to see him again on the other side of this. He wanted him smothered and submitted by his incredible sexual prowess, not battered and bruised. However, he had to admit that playing around something so fragile was only adding to his enjoyment, making him huff and spurt precum whenever he felt Synx struggle.

“This feels better than I anticipated,” he purred, closing his eyes and focusing on the little lump now completely trapped behind his knot. It was barely even half-swollen, and already it would be far too thick for the feline to try and squirm past. “I do hope you are enjoying yourself too, little one. You’ll get used to the smell. Learn to love the flavour. Revel in the closeness and the pressure. I wouldn’t dream of asking you to restrain yourself, little Synx. I would be happy for you to spill yourself inside my sheath. There’s no better way to show your submission than by blowing your load while worshipping your new owner.”

The domineering attitude of the godlike gryphon only made the lynx more aroused, despite how tight things were becoming in his temporary home. The loud sounds of the masturbating King filled his ears, and that knot seemed to be growing thicker and wider with every passing moment. With the sheath skin on his back stretched tight as the bulge at the base of the royal shaft grew, Synx realised he needed to stop his own self-pleasure and find some safety.

With his paws pressed to the swelling knot, Synx shuffled downward to get himself away from the growing pressure directly in the centre of that unyielding bulge. It was hard to move in the slick, humid depths of the royal cock pouch, but he managed to get himself on the underside of that fat knot before suddenly things got slightly looser, and he slid down even further.

Talos huffed in delight as the little toy in his sheath slid underneath his knot and down even further into the tight pocket that joined his penis to the rest of his body. Leaning back on his bedding, the bulky avian pumped his shaft firmly, feeling his knot finally popping free of his sheath as it swelled close to full size. His sheath bunched up firmly against his groin, sealing the lynx into that tiny space as he felt his balls churning up what was sure to be an impressive load of gryphon batter.

The King no longer paid any attention to his new plaything and instead focused on his own pleasure, while Synx experienced the dark, pungent depths of the royal gryphon's sheath that no tongue had ever ventured deep enough to taste. The hidden world of heat, musk and sheath slime was too intoxicating for the young lynx to resist.

Now locked into place, Synx saw no reason to avoid his own pleasure any longer, and his paw went straight back to his aching cock. Hot and gooey with the gryphon’s natural lubricants, straight from their very source, he moaned aloud as he was smothered in tight folds of flesh and restricted from experiencing anything except his King’s potent depths. He was starting to forget what fresh air smelled like and that the incredible heat he was wrapped in wasn’t normal. He was no longer sure what was sweat from his own body, sweat from the gryphon, natural oils, or precum. It had all amalgamated into a single, copious fluid that made his brain fuzzy with every gulp and breath of it he took. There was no way that he could ignore what those pheromones were doing to him; the masculine stench trapped with him was just as giant as its owner. He could only see, hear, taste, smell, and touch the gryphon around him. The beast that had become his entire world.

His free paw started to press through the wrinkles of flesh crisscrossing around his head, spreading wrinkles and pockets of flesh to expose their potent contents. Wherever his fingers went, his muzzle would soon follow, nuzzling deep into the slimy mess and slurping wholeheartedly at the supple walls. His tongue tingled as he licked the flesh that no one else had ever tasted before, constantly pressed against the very root of the gryphon’s cock and soaked in its flavour. The sounds of his pleasure were lost beneath the constant pounding of giant masturbation above him. Against the deepest wall of the gryphon’s sheath behind him, he could feel and hear the rushing pressure of fresh precum shooting upwards from the King’s enormous testicles. When the huge avian finally came, brought to orgasm from the delightful domination of his newest little toy, he was going to be able to feel every heavy spurt of seed right behind his back. That thought was simply too much for him, and tossing his hips forward in wild, jerking motions, Synx cried out into the musky abyss as he added his own little mess to the inside of Talos’ sheath.

The dominant gryphon was not far behind, barely able to feel the little living toy that had slipped so deep into his sheath reach his inferior orgasm. With his claws expertly kneading his impressive royal spire, his knot locked hard to its full size as his balls gave an almighty throb. The first rope of sperm-rich gryphon semen surged through that incredible gryphon cock with such force that the young lynx heard the deep gurgle as it rushed by his temporary prison. The King's knot was so large that Synx was squeezed down into the tiny space underneath it, smothered by that girthy bulge. Talos squawked with pleasure as his cum spurted heavily from the tip of his maleness, arching through the air before landing against his own belly fur with a messy splatter.

Again and again the virile gryphon ejaculated, ropes of thick, pearly avian genes caking his fluffy fur and feathers in sloppy streaks. His claw slowed to gently stroke out each and every one of those sperm-dense shots of his hatchling batter, each slightly smaller than the last. The productive beast chuckled at the mess his impressive balls had made of himself, as the last couple of spurts dribbled down his claws and the side of his spent penis.

Deep inside the King, Synx huffed in the afterglow of his own intense climax. Despite cumming, Talos' knot remained fully swollen, as it would if he'd locked himself deep inside a fertile hen.

"It's going to take a little while before I soften up," the avian commented, giving the bunched up skin of his sheath a small poke, "you alive in there, cat?"

After what felt like ages, Synx began to return to his senses. His body ached in ways he'd never felt before, and with the heavy haze of lust clearing from his head, he started to think about what a dangerous position he was in. Even so, he couldn't deny that he had enjoyed himself immensely, not just taking into account the remnants of his own load matting his stomach fur. He was soaked through with sheath secretions, his mouth and nose still drowned in the sexual prowess of the gryphon containing him, and even with his testicle empty and tight, his erection didn't want to go down.

A second, heavier prod from the giant's digit brought him back from his thoughts, forcing a yelp and sending him squirming as the soft walls caved in around him. “I’m okay! I’m okay...” he shouted back, and he felt the massive avian’s chuckle reverberate around him.

“You stopped moving after you blew your load. I was concerned I may have smothered my little toy on his first day,” he rumbled, amusement heavy in his voice. The movement from outside became far more gentle, slow, stroking motions as Talos pet the shrunken lump in his sheath. “Do your best to catch your breath, although I realise that must be difficult. That being said, I can still feel something hard poking the underside of my knot... I think you must like it in there. It makes it all the more satisfying knowing that my new toy enjoys being played with.”

Synx blushed deep inside his humid prison. It was a surprisingly affectionate gesture from the previously intimidating, overwhelming gryphon. Even in the musky depths he was pinned in, he couldn’t help but relax as gentle motion rocked him in his fleshy bed. He was swaddled in unprecedented softness and wrapped in soothing warmth. Snuggling down and shutting his eyes, he was sure he could fall asleep inside the gryphon’s pouch in no time with treatment like this. Disregarding the exhausting smothering and squashing he had endured earlier to help his King get off.

Yet, the peacefulness was not to last as the lounging beast began to soften, his knot deflating gradually as his afterglow subsided. The thick bulge pressing Synx down began to reduce in size until he could almost fully stretch out again, and the bunched up sheath skin against his back began to loosen as inch after inch of the gryphon's impressive breeding organ retreated into its protective home.

It brought a whole new world of sexual intimacy to the young lynx; as the gryphon's cock softened the stretched sheath lips loosened to allow the leftovers from that incredible royal load to finally slip into the velvety pouch. Synx grunted in delight and surprise as thick gryphon semen began to join him in the sheath, pooling up like a virile glue at his feet and knees as the gap between cock and sheath grew larger. All of the spent gryphon cum caking Talos' penis now followed his retreating length back into its covering, soaking its other inhabitant from head to toe in pungent, chunky royal sperm.

"Hope you don't mind getting a little filthy," Talos remarked as he looked at his messy groin, the last few inches sliding back into his now-sloppy sheath. Normally the royal gryphon would have cleaned himself up after his orgasm, but the thought of smothering his little toy in his spent breeding batter was an utterly delightful way to wind down after such a pleasant climax. As his tip vanished back inside, the lips of his sheath slipped closed behind it to seal the micro inside once more. With a lick of his beak and a small shuffle, the big hybrid settled in to gaze at his sheath and feel the smaller male squirm in his most intimate of places.

Synx shut his eyes and shuddered as his entire body was wrapped in a thick blanket. It felt like a tidal wave of warm honey had washed over him, clinging to every inch of his body and sticking deep in his fur. Fresh, musky fumes wafted off the pearly white surfaces and straight into his nostrils, burning in his lungs and tingling all the way up into his brain. Perhaps against his better judgement, he wanted to taste it, to experience the rewards of pleasuring his owner on his small, sensitive tongue. He opened his muzzle and gratefully welcomed the flood of gryphon cum that spilled past his lips like a dam being opened. The creamy, salty flavour burned on his taste buds as he drank pure, undiluted gryphon sperm, chugging it down as quickly as he could to prevent it from simply pouring his throat. It wasn’t long before he had to force his mouth shut, gulping down what was left and catching his breath with heavy gasps. Drowning in the King’s cum should have been a serious concern, and yet it only fueled the small lynx’s powerful lust. He wanted more, to soak and swim in the oozing mess he had helped in part to create.

His limbs scooped great armfuls of chunky sperm towards his chest, building a slimy cocoon around his body with only enough room for his head to poke free. It was such a filthy, embarrassing thing to do, bringing heat into his cheeks that rivalled the steamy spunk blanket wrapped all around his furred body.

The slickness began to excite him once again, and his squirming encouraged his own arousal back to life once more. As the wall of gryphon cock in front of him softened, it began to dimple under his pushing hips. The ridges and distinct shapes collapsed into a soft, spongy surface that he could wriggle and hump against to his heart’s content.

“You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself in there,” Talos teased, purring deep in his chest as he felt his toy moving the hot, gooey mass beneath his skin. “I suppose you don’t mind me leaving you in there, then? You never asked about being let go, or even about returning to your original size. I can understand that, though. You’ve been quite preoccupied in there, haven’t you?”

The lynx couldn't deny the accusation, rubbing his cock back and forth over the gryphon's soft shaft, the rich sperm squelching all about his body as he moved. It was warm and comforting, but undeniably lewd as he used the avian's sperm-dense load as a full-body lubricant to grind his erection against a superior one. All thoughts of escape had left his mind; he was the King's toy now, and he welcomed the position. He tried to reply, but his mouth filled with that flavoursome cum the moment his lips parted, leaving him to swallow the King's swimmers eagerly to clear his throat.

"Y... yes Master," he managed to respond, and Talos purred in delight at the nearly inaudible response. There was no need to give the tiny little male any more consideration; with his big balls drained all over his royal fur, the King needed to clean up. Slowly rolling off his back and back onto his paws, Talos shook his wings out and tucked them back against his sides. With his plump sheath swaying between thick gryphon thighs, the regal beast began to make his way to the shower.

The entire world around Synx shifted as his owner began to walk, but pressed up between that impressive cock and sheath and smothered in spent gryphon batter, there was no risk of him sliding out without assistance. Instead, he clutched that soft breeding organ and continued to hump away at his new Master's perfect flesh, tucked away safely as hot water began to pour outside. With a smirk on his beak, Talos stepped under the running water and began to wash the messy load out of his thick fur and glossy feathers.

With such a dedicated new toy slurping away inside, it was going to be some time before he needed to wash inside his sheath again.