"...You wanna go WHERE?" The gryphon looming over you squawked. It was hard to tell from his high-pitched tone if he was being incredulous, or making sure that he'd heard you right.
"Your bladder..." You answered meekly. "I-If that's alright."
Beetle's purple eyes approached you with an intense gaze, and the orange crest on his head raised perceptibly. "Hmm... Can't say I ever tried it before, little dragon. Have you?"
"No... Is that a problem?"
The large gryphon beamed up. "Not at all! You're small enough to fit into my cock, so you can probably get in there too, I think! Just oughta make sure you don't end up in one of these instead, hehe!"
One of his dark paws groped the balls in his furry orange sheath, to explain what he meant. You blushed at how forward Beetle acted.
"U-Umm..."
"Yes, little dragon?" He brought his inquisitive yellow beak down, almost touching it to your snout.
"D-Do you think you could empty it first...?"
"Oh...! Okay, sure! Like, empty it on you, or–"
"N-NO!" You blurted out, before flusteredly clearing your throat. "I-I mean, I just want it to be clean..."
"Clean, huh... Well, alright! Since you seem so eager to get in there, and all that!"
Beetle chuckled and walked away, giving you some time to calm the accelerating heart behind your plated chest. He didn't move too far, stopping behind a bush by a tree and raising his hindleg, like a dog. Even the gryphon himself seemed to forget that he was half lion. You looked away out of privacy, which felt silly, considering how the exhibitionist hybrid acted, and how intimate you two were about to become...
"There," he announced as he returned, "all clean."
When he spoke the word 'clean', it almost sounded like Beetle resented it. The hybrid was infamous not only for his unfettered voracity, but also his mess-making clumsiness. But in your case, thankfully, the novelty of it seemed to supersede his desire to leave a sloppy souvenir, other than a bulge under his fluff.
His butt plopped down in front of you, smooshing grass blades with his leonine haunches. They pointed out to give you a good view of his furry orange sheath down in his milky white fluff. His cock was still hidden, except for a subdued purple glow coming from the spot opposite his sac. You stepped closer, feeling the warmth from his body reaching your face. Other than his musk, you couldn't detect any foul smells, and the sheath looked surprisingly dry.
"...Are you really sure it's clean?" You asked with suspicion.
"Yep, perfectly clean! Didn't you watch me peeing over there?"
"N-No, of course not! I looked away."
"Well, I guarantee it's one hundred...no, two hundred percent clean! And it should stay totally dry while you're in there. Promise!"
You weren't sure how Beetle could even keep that promise, but he sounded genuine. You shrugged. "O-Okay."
"Now that I've done my part, you do yours! Get in there, and make sure you go to my bladder... Not the other way, hehe!"
He spread his haunches a little more, helping to level the sheath with your face. The gryphon seemed legitimately excited for it, but instead of cramming you into his urethra, he wanted you to put the effort – and yourself – in. You still wanted this, and approached him carefully.
Your snout bumped into the opening, getting a fuzzy feeling and a stronger scent on your nose. Masculine gryphon musk, with a hint of grape perfume. Far from being gross, it was actually very inviting. You imagined that Beetle had a smug grin on his beak while he stared at you, but your eyes were too busy aiming your snout into the sheath.
His cock was still neatly tucked away within, forcing you to come to it instead. You dug your scales against what felt like yet another opening inside of the sheath, and the obscured shaft started to expand and envelop your snout. The hybrid moaned softly – though it sounded more like cooing –, and the tip of your face felt even warmer once surrounded by his penis. You weren't too small, but with minimal pressure, the flesh stretched like a funnel to welcome your snout.
The bright fluff brushed against your forehead and horns, and the orange sheath grew bigger in your field of vision. You wondered if, from outside, anyone could even be notice that, aside from that elastic skin pocket, you were also being swallowed by his cock. The tunnel accommodated you further and, true to Beetle's word, there wasn't a single sign of urine so far. It would be impressive if he had actually made it all squeaky clean with so little effort, just for you, so casually.
Though you had your jaws locked together by the stretched urethra – your snout vanishing past its halfway point –, his cock had no indications that it'd leave its cozy home. Even as it expanded inside of Beetle's sheath, to fit more of you in... Any size-related concerns that you wouldn't be able to squeeze yourself in melted away. Maybe it just couldn't push out, with your face obstructing its path. Or maybe Beetle was purposefully keeping his cock flaccid and hidden, as some weird Manner of flex.
Regardless of the reason, his predatorial swagger certainly was impressive. It made you more confident to take a step forward, letting your eyes vanish from underneath his fluff, before your progress brought them precisely to the liminal space between the gryphon's cock and the entrance of his sheath. The shaft, and the surrounding skin, all glowed in a purple hue that matched Beetle's eyes. You couldn't see more than the tip of the penis in the limited space, but it was evident that the cockslit was much more flared than its ordinary size.
Instinctively, you brought one of your scaly paws to the outside of Beetle's bits, rubbing where your chin should be. You could feel the solid bulge of your jaw behind the layer of skin and cock. The gryphon cooed noticeably, and a lubricant solution of precum started to coat your face inside of the tube. Its saltiness mixed with the earthy aroma of his grape-infused musk, and your snout traveled deeper still through his urethra, even more easily than moments ago.
As you closed your eyes to let them disappear within, you also noticed the constant, gentle tug at your face. Although Beetle didn't force you in with his lion-like paws, the walls autonomously pulled on you, like some hungry gullet. You were still in control, squeezing yourself in at your own rhythm – but with its slick fluid and peristaltic motions, the gryphon's dick independently made it clear that it wanted to consume you. Regardless of what Beetle himself felt at the moment.
It just so happened that Beetle was happy to oblige his own member. He gripped your paw under his sheath by the wrist – with the vigorous strength of someone who could barely control it – and bent your arm towards your neck, helping your digits find the flexible skin at the entrance. You took the hint and brought that paw forward, letting it squeeze into the cock as well. Your digits examined the wet, smooth surface of his urethra, while undoubtedly causing the bulge in his fuzzy orange crotch to push further out.
However the bulge would look to others, the warmth creeping up along your neck and horns was a reminder that the outside world would soon be of no consequence. You'd get into his bladder in no time, and the journey so far had been a piss– er, piece of cake.
More and more surrounded by flesh, you could clearly tell that Beetle's body was starting to be more active about swallowing you whole. His coos got more needy, and his heart thumped faster. His cock excreted more pre, and his urethral muscles weren't tugging so subtly anymore. Your first paw was firmly in place, and your head pushed deeper still, giving you enough support to take your other forearm off the ground and squeeze it inside along your chin.
The pliant tunnel accepted it with an audible squelch, its flesh behaving obliviously to your very insistent, girthy intrusion. You wiggled forward, effortlessly sliding your shoulders in. Your eyelids carefully opened, ensuring that none of his fluids would get on your eyes, and the unobstructed path revealed itself to you. There was a subtle upward bend in the bioluminescent urethra, and your snout squeezed into what was likely his prostate, to travel deeper still into his body. The walls shook with Beetle's ensuing moan, dragging you in even more greedily.
Your long neck flexibly bent to guide your head up, while the warm embrace crept down to your chest. As the cock continued to swallow you like a ravenous snake, you noticed a fork in the purple vessel. Beetle's body seemed to guide you towards the narrower ducts, pointing down to the pungent source of that pervasive, masculine stench. You nudged your nose away from it, towards the more subdued aroma that led further up into the gryphon's body. This was the way to his bladder, no doubt.
The muscles didn't fight the deviation, on the contrary. Your head was guided into the novel, unexplored route, his tubes working to settle you into a different room. Your scaly body continued to snake forward, but when the cock tugged on your haunches and pulled your hindpaws off the ground, it was evident that you'd be slurped into Beetle, one way or the other.
But you still wanted this.
Another lurch from his muscles launched your entire head through a sphincter. The smooth surface of the urethra opened up in your peripheral vision and funneled in the back, displaying a hollow – and completely empty – bladder. The peristalsis kept lifting you to this place. As the space proved narrower than it initially appeared, you started to curl around yourself, while the last of your tail disappeared into his cock.
Balled up and cramped, your body slipped along the dry wall to fit in the confines of Beetle's elastic sac, until you were all snug within. You could tell that the organ wasn't used to being stretched; despite the bigger space, the walls felt stiffer than the urethra's, and the gryphon's moans almost sounded like uncomfortable grunts.
"Mmf..." His voice reverberated around you, and his paw squeezed your limited space tighter. "So full...! Almost feels like I have to take a leak. Hehe... I guess it's a good thing that your tail is plugging my urethra!"
You tried to move your appendage at the remark, and he seemed to speak the truth. Most of your tail was trapped outside of the bladder, with its tip likely back at the bend in his prostate. It was too snug to pull your tail in, but that didn't really seem like a concern...
The surroundings shifted forward, and you could tell that Beetle had stood up. He kneaded the bulge you made once again and chuckled.
"At a glance, no-one will even know where you are... I could get used to this! Yeah...this feels nice!" The gryphon strutted as he spoke, and the resulting smooshing felt like gloating. Then he stopped. "Hey, do you also wanna find out how long I can keep you in there...?"
You nuzzled your snout against the smooth bladder. Admittedly, it was pretty nice, and there was no reason to leave so soon.
"Yeah..." You answered warmly. "I-If that's alright."