"Staaaaan!" The gryphon's voice squawked across rooms, as Beetle happily strutted with his lion paws. "Where areeee yooooou~?" He sang his question, letting his wagging tail follow his orange body as he checked room after room. "Oh, there you are, Stan!"
Sam was too absorbed in his work to pay him attention. His maned wolf elbows were leaning over his desk, with white digits tapping the side of his briefcase-shaped mimic head. His big and sensitive green ears flicked at the scratchy voice entering the room, but what finally snapped him out of his concentration was the musky aroma from Beetle's already exposed erection. Sam didn't have to fully turn his metallic face to look at the slightly larger hybrid.
"Hm? Oh, hey Beetle. Did you need something?"
"Well, yeah!" He grinned with his beak, as if it was obvious what he wanted. "I need you, Stan! Filling me up! I've been looking all over for you for the last hour."
"Oh. Well, you found me...exactly where you know my room to be. And my name is Sam, I already told you. Just give me half-an-hour to get this done."
"Sam as in Samantha...?"
"No, just Sam– Hey, you asked me the exact same thing the other day! Ugh, you're really bad at remembering anything, aren't you?"
"Oh, now that you mention it, I think I'm having a bit of a déjà-vu!"
Beetle chuckled, and the mimic groaned. Most annoying of it all was how this birdbrain hadn't forgotten what that word meant, after he'd taught him. Turning his neck back, he returned to poring over a tome. Sam felt the gryphon's presence get closer, as the stronger needy scent coming from the barbed cock reached his smell receptors.
"And you were reading that book last time, too! It's really déjà-vu."
"I'm not reading it, I'm translating it." Sam explained with an exasperated tone, despite his completely expressionless and featureless, blank face. "Might as well be deciphering this language from scratch... I haven't made a lot of headway since last time."
"Hmm... Sounds hard! Like something that won't be done in half-an-hour! In that case, why don't you make headway somewhere else? Somewhere tight and warm~"
The mimic hybrid carefully placed a bookmark between scribbled pages before closing the diary. He spun in his chair, turning to look at Beetle sitting on the ground in a silly position. His winged back was against Sam's bed, exposing the leopard spots on the underside of the feathers and the entirety of his light beige underside. With his haunches spread right open, the feral was clearly trying to show off his naughty purple bits to the acquainted mimic, his anus and glowing cock. His arousal was clear, with the shaft throbbing fully outside of its orange sheath, trying to entice the busy anthro.
"Let me guess... You checked around and no-one wanted to climb inside of you, so you came to me instead of finding a toy like I suggested."
The gryphon nodded happily. "Yep! That's exactly it! Everyone else was too small to stretch me nice and big like I wanted, or too big to even fit, or they simply weren't what I was looking for in a prey, you know? ...And some didn't even want to get in my butt. Can you believe it?! I don't know WHY anyone wouldn't want to go in there... They should be fighting each other to climb in there, honestly!"
"Heh, I wonder why..." Sam whispered sarcastically under his breath. "Sorry, Beetle. Not tonight. I really need to get this done."
Beetle slumped his arms onto his thighs. "Aww...! Come on, Sam! Just take a break and have some fun! I know you love squirming inside of me~"
Despite his usually secretive face, Sam was clearly quite embarrassed at the gryphon's poignant observation, even looking away from him to hide a smile cracking from his lips. But the mimic's green cock emerging from his own sheath told a different story, excited by the thoughts now planted into his head.
"W-Well...maybe I like it a tiny bit..."
"A tiny bit?! Bwahahaha! Now YOU are the one forgetting things. You went so deep in me last time that I couldn't even push you out on my own, you silly briefcase wolfy...!"
The mimic sighed. "...Fine. I'll admit that it's not a bad place to spend the night. Satisfied?"
"Not at all!" The gryphon crossed his arms, trying to feign anger.
"Why? This is pointless. How do I convince you if you already know the answer...?"
"Start by just saying it!" Beetle squawked proudly. "You're such a dork. You could try saying, 'oh, Beetle, I love being shoved into you sooo much~ I wanna be smooshed by your guts, and make you so full, and I think you are the best bird ever~'!"
Sam's maw opened, revealing fangs and tongue in their lime green interior as he laughed at the gryphon's impersonation of him.
"Hah, that doesn't sound like anything I'd say! Besides, why would I call you the 'best bird ever'?" He got up from his chair to casually approach the feral.
"Why? Are you saying I'm not?"
"I-I'd rather not implicate myself... But you already believe that yourself, so why hear it from me?"
It was Beetle's turn to look away, blushing. "Yeah well, I still want other people to stroke my ego, you know!"
"Hehe! You silly gryphon, always straightforward. And you call me the dorky one...?" He knelt in front of the larger male, pressing his white paws to the same-hued fluff on Beetle's belly to feel his warmth. The gryphon let out a coo at the affectionate touch turned into belly rubs. The gryphon's sweet, salty, and musky smells were all extremely strong and enticing up close, prompting Sam's tongue to loll out of metallic lips in excitement. "Hmm... A little break from work wouldn't hurt. Especially being surrounded by a fluffy and horny friend like you. ...Was that 'confession' good enough for you?"
"Eh, I'll take it! And I agree. My insides are way more interesting than some dusty old book!" He brought his dark leonine forepaws to Sam's head, feeling the matte texture of the right-angled surfaces. Beetle moved the briefcase down a bit, letting out a quiet chirp when the warm metal brushed the underside of his orange balls.
"Heh, everything is always 'interesting' with you involved, Beetle. Did you have something in mind–" The mimic interrupted himself as his face was pushed down – not towards the barbed shaft, but lower, until one corner of his face pushed right against the purple pucker. "–Oh. No foreplay, just diving right into it...?"
"Y-Yeah...coo... I've been wanting this all day. Your face, going up my butt~ Mm, I love how it feels...no-one else is quite the same."
Sam squirmed a bit under the force of the gryphon's paws pushing him head-first into the expanding hole. "I-I thought you were looking around for anyone to shove into yourself!"
"I did! But no one that I asked had a head like yours. That was my other criterion for who I'd shove inside tonight!"
"Of course none of them have one, Beetle! Only I do, and you know that!" He adjusted himself as the hole opened in front of him, bewildered but amused by the half-eagle, half-lion's shenanigans. "Then why didn't you just come to me in the first place– hmng..."
Another strong shove slipped more of Sam's rectangular face into his rectum, squeezing more than half of the briefcase past the fleshy ring, along with a pointy furry ear at the back. The hole squelched over the matte surfaces being haphazardly shoved from the side, leaving it up to Sam to do the hard work of maneuvering his neck and the rest of his body as he was consumed.
Beetle, oblivious to his efforts, was already panting and blushing. "C-Caw...! Mmf, g-get in there, you funny-looking luggage..."
Despite his friend's forcefulness and cluelessness, the mimic was happy to oblige, wearing a creepy smile on his face. He'd normally keep his lips closed and only speak without using his maw, but Beetle was one of the few who didn't seem to mind the appearance of his crooked fangs jutting out unevenly from his face-wide gums. Besides, it also let the gryphon's natural aroma invade his mouth; a delicious smell of grapes, wafting from the glowing purple insides. A sweet and familiar welcome from Beetle's ass.
Sam's hardened face also served to prop open the tunnel, revealing more of the flesh he would be squeezed into ahead, and easing his wider shoulders into the malleable entrance behind. The gryphon's coos and moans reverberated across the pulsing walls, reaching the hybrid's tucked ears through layers of flesh over the ambient heartbeat.
The walls tugged at him, already quite experienced at dragging prey in through the backdoor. However, with someone as large as the mimic, peristalsis alone wouldn't bring him fully inside, but simply squeeze rhythmically without making any progress. They both knew it, and Beetle continued to push his hybrid friend inside, while Sam also wriggled further on his own. With a bit of maneuvering and flexibility, he managed to squeeze his hands after his shoulders, grabbing at the inside of the anus to propel himself deeper.
"Cawww-wmm...! T-That's more like it..." Beetle cooed to the bulge worming forward underneath his fluff, with what looked like a box moving further up his midriff. He gently rubbed the skin pleasantly stretched around a solid edge. "You love being in my butt, don't you Sam?"
Sam loved the warmth, the tightness, the closeness, and the hospitality of his larger feral friend. He could have gushed on about the purple insides, massaging and lighting and pulsing, surrounded with wonderful smells and kinky sounds. And he could have written until words could burn a vivid image into any reader's mind. But his answer was much more succinct. "Yes...yes, I do."
"You silly mimic...that's all you had to say!"
His feline paws moved lower and grabbed the smaller hybrid by the sides, shoving more of his lime green-furred prey into his seemingly bottomless backside. The bulge shifted and expanded inside, with his toy's displaced weight now heavy enough to cause his bloating belly to sag to the side. But with only a third of his slightly smaller friend inside, Beetle was far from satisfied.
Sam continued to vanish inside as he crawled into the slick and squishy tunnel, finding his way deeper into the gryphon's large intestines without the aid of the ambient glow. He could even push out his hands onto the walls to feel which side was hard or soft, the latter indicating the way that Beetle's belly was drooping. The mimic then shifted his weight outward, easily gaining more space to bring along the lower parts of his body. These intestines were a long series of tunnels, but Sam found it easier to find his footing if he thought of them as a long crop, only with a different entrance.
Moving through the extremely soft and steamy surroundings, Sam would occasionally bump into Beetle's hard cock outside of those guts. And every time, the gryphon would moan loudly, then buck his hips against the wriggling mass in his underside, humping it indiscriminately to let precum flow from his purple spire. Feeling stuffed and spread, Beetle wanted to savor every last sensation, and enjoy every single inch of the maned wolf whose fur tickled his intestinal tract pleasurably.
The mimic's knotted cock leaked a clear and salty liquid as well, but humping the air instead. That was quickly remedied when the gryphon once again grabbed Sam, and drove him inside past his butt with a 'slorp!'. The anthro's green shaft chased him inside, slipping past the pucker to be immediately welcomed by soft and warm folds. Not wasting any time, the mimic thrust into the rectal walls, bumping against his captor's cock, perfectly lined up from the outside. His metal lips cracked open even more in a lustful smile, and he continued to frot once more against the barbed spire outside, moaning in unison with his predator. His humps were fast, and Sam finally realized how close he was to climax... How much he'd needed this – ALL of this –, more than happy to be stuffed into Beetle's butt once again.
The walls suddenly got tighter around him when large paws kneaded and shoved the bulge deeper into grape-scented guts. They expanded to fit more of Sam, who reached his peak at the surprise from his further descent, painting the cushiony creases he was squeezed against with white cream. Beetle continued to push down on him, prompting the mimic to squirm in his anal grip from his knees up. His feet and tail spasmed outside with each wave of pleasure, slipping just a bit further out of reach along with the ravenous anus' clenches and squelches.
The gryphon released the pressure against his large belly, if only to let the walls readjust around his friend and see how much progress he had left. Only a few toes and a tail tuft were still sneaking outside from his tailhole, idly squirming. Beetle looked incredibly bloated, but he was still undeterred in fully claiming Sam with his butt. Repeating his earlier trick that had served to rearrange the mimic in his bowels, he pushed at what looked to be the back of his head and his legs, squeezing him outward once more until his purple cock couldn't hold out any longer. Beetle screeched throughout his orgasm, stretching his belly out and wide as the bulges were compressed inside. And his gryphon spunk made a mess over one of his haunches, and the floor of Sam's room, but he couldn't care less. Limbs, fingers, and large rectangles all appearing and writhing as the mimic's orgasmed finally died down, fully containing his mess inside of his friend. The mimic's entire body was sealed past the clenching pucker now, each part occupying different sections of the gryphon's guts of different widths. His digitigrade feet pushed against the base of the purple barbed cock through layers of skin and flesh, feeling each throb of his avian-slash-leonine predator. The walls making themselves visible around him, their omnipresent glow stimulating the photoreceptors of his mimic anatomy, pulsing brighter with each gluey glob of cum ejected by Beetle, until his climax ended, too.
With a large blush on the sides of his yellow beak, the gryphon panted, letting his paws rest and rub the top of the wonderfully distended skin sagging to his side. Sam moved within, each minute movement clear to see and feel. His normally lean figure was anything but, carrying such a massive prey that almost doubled his volume. Any minor discomfort from being incredibly stretched was easily overshadowed by the intense pleasure he felt from his friend occupying his guts. Sam was just like a buttplug, in a Manner; but unlike a normal toy, he was alive and wriggling. And most important of all, willing, and having as much fun as him, no doubt.
"Hmf? Did you say something?" The mimic asked, not hearing what Beetle had whispered under his breath.
"I said you must be having as much fun as me in there, Sam!" Beetle squawked happily and lustfully, watching his feline cock finally spew the last of its seed, still too aroused to hide back into his sheath. "Seriously, you feel amazing in there...mmf! And now I get to show everyone just how stretchy I am!"
Sam grumbled. He enjoyed this kind of intimacy, of course, but he could do without the loud gryphon's public displays. Being treated as a trophy was definitely kinky, but also a bit disheartening. Nevertheless, no matter what the gryphon would do with him, he had to concede on one point. "...Yes, I also think it feels amazing."
"See? That wasn't hard to figure out, or say. And all it took was some persuasion!"
"You call this persuasion?" He chuckled, tapping at the steamy walls.
"Yes, lots of it! Persuasion that keeps smothering you over and over!" Beetle leaned his beak towards his belly, licking the stretched skin with his purple tongue. "Mm, I could just keep you in there for a long time~ Shame that I have to push you out at some point, though. Otherwise, I can't shove you back in...that's the best part!"
The mimic returned the larger hybrid's affection, purring and massaging the friendly walls. "Well, I can't stay here forever, anyway. I still have my work to do..."
"Blegh, you and your work. You bring that up again, and you're staying inside for the whole week!"
"Heh...fine, I won't." He stretched as best he could against the tight intestines, getting ready for some rest before everything shifted about. "Huh...? Are you getting up?"
"Yep! Gotta find someone else to stick in there with you! You didn't think I was that full already, did you?"
"...Uhh, y-yeah I did."
His beak twisted into a smirk. "Well, you're wrong, Sammy! You feel nice, but I won't be satisfied until I break my personal record!"
Ugh, of course, Sam thought. Nothing like Beetle's sudden, unsound, and kinky plans right after he was shoved up his rear, unable to do anything about it. At their relative sizes, squirming out was as much of a cooperative effort as climbing in, so the mimic decided to not even fight him on it, knowing he would be stuck to endure Beetle's next anal vore adventure. He could feel the sway of the gryphon's gait, swinging like a hammock in the heavy bulge he made in his underside.
He knew that his fur and metal would be reeking of gryphon ass for days, no matter how much he tried to wash it off. But what he didn't know was for how long Beetle intended to keep him this time...and with a potential second butt buddy.