Rondo scampered towards his friend's cave. The mouse's cheeks were still blushing from his determination to profess his love for Sonatina. Sure, he may have been a tiny rodent, as big as the already small kobold's fist... But still! Love had flourished within stranger pairings, before – it certainly did in all sorts of romance novels he'd devour. And he and Tina had known each other for years, spending some time together in this woods whenever they had the chance...but just as friends. The orange mouse hoped to rectify that.
In fact, he loved her even more from the thought that their love could be taboo. His decision to finally announce his feelings came from a nightmare he had, of Sonatina being betrothed to another kobold. Rondo couldn't stand losing her, or at least, not before telling her how he felt! Like a gallant gentleman, he would swoop in before any other man whisked her away. Of course, the stories of forbidden love that he'd read usually ended in tragedy. But their tale would be different!
After smooshing his cheeks between his paws as he stood in front of her cave, he tidied up his orange fur and round ears one last time. Right, then. It was now or never. He looked up at the entrance, furnished with a plank-adorned wall around a wooden door. Sonatina's place was a cave, but it'd had been renovated over the years into a cozy cabin. The mouse's burrow was no different, but at a much smaller scale. Rondo approached a small rope he'd pull to ring a bell, but soon noticed that the string had gone missing... Or rather, it'd been snapped.
That wasn't the only sign that something was wrong. Some of the planks seemed slightly out of place, bent or cracked, slightly curving away from the doorway. The door itself was ajar and missing a hinge, on closer inspection. A few weird sounds reached Rondo's tiny but sensitive ears, like a glass flask rolling on the ground and muffled thumping. Someone was inside, but the orange mouse feared that it might have been someone other than the kobold. Sonatina could be in danger, or hurt...! Mustering up some courage he didn't know he had, Rondo skittered through the gap from the broken door, looking around the house from the floorboard he was standing on.
The inside was lit, thanks to some unusual magic known as 'electricity', and the tiny creature's eyes could see Tina's furniture in disarray. Tables and flasks had been knocked over, planks on the floor and walls had large holes, creased rugs had been moved, dead flowers laid on a puddle of water. The back of her couch was broken, turning it into a flat bed with feather stuffing spilling out from tears. And a strange smell staled the stagnated silence. The kobold's place was unrecognizable, and the mouse's fast pulse seemed justified in its panic. But he couldn't bring himself to call his beloved's name, fearing that someone else would respond.
His first instinct was to run away, but luck was not on his side. The front door couldn't be supported on its last hinge any longer, and collapsed to the ground in a loud 'thump!' Rondo squeaked in surprise, but he turned back to a swooshing sound coming deeper from Tina's place. His body froze when he saw leopard spots sprawling like a wall – the clear markings of a large predator. Though it wasn't a huge feline, as Rondo initially imagined. Those markings were not on fur, but -feathers-. Then, a yellow bird of prey's beak turned to him, with a pair of purple eyes behind. It wasn't an eagle, either. That monstrous creature raised a dark feline paw in the air, perhaps as to deliberate when to pounce–
"Hi!" The creature squawked in an almost grating voice, and waved.
The gryphon folded its wings after stretching them, tucking the underside feathers bearing leopard spots onto its back. It yawned, then licked the same lion-like paw it'd greeted Rondo with, in order to groom the feathers on its orange head-crest with it. The fluffy creature was quite bigger than Sonatina, and it clearly towered over the small mouse. Though its appearance was intimidating to such a frail and small creature like him, its demeanor was...almost frivolous.
"W-Who are you?" Rondo growled, trying his best to not shake in front of the gryphon. He'd heard of such creatures in stories, but never saw one with his two eyes. Nor did he expect to do so and live to tell the tale...
"I'm Beetle!" The gryphon answered gleefully.
"Beetle...? But aren't you a gryphon?"
"Yeah, of course I am. My name is Beetle, but I'm a gryphon! Just like you're a mouse, but you're probably not called 'Mouse'."
Rondo furrowed his brows. "I mean, you're right. My name isn't 'Mouse', but– W-Wait, that's not important. What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I was sleeping. Uh, what was your name, again...?"
"No, no. That's not what I asked. Why are you in Tina's cave?!"
Beetle stood up, hitting his head against the roof of the small room. "Oof!" He was forced to stand on bent legs, and bumped against a cupboard as he took a few steps, nearly knocking it over. "Well, Nono, I met this kobold girl yesterday, and she told me that she lived here. Actually, I think she was called Violina!"
"Sonatina." Rondo corrected him. "But why is her place like this?! What happened?"
"Oh! Hehe... I didn't really have anywhere else to go, and she mentioned that she lived here, so I decided to crash for the night."
The mouse squeaked furiously. "You crashed, alright. This place is a wreck!"
"Well, I didn't think it was this small! It's not my fault that everything is so easy to– Oops!" Beetle raised his furry forepaw, and knocked over the small cupboard he'd bumped into earlier, scattering several trinkets on the ground. "...You see what I mean?"
"All I see is that you're a huge klutz! Look at what you've done! You've destroyed her place!" As the large gryphon approached him, Rondo could feel that lingering pungent odor intensify. "Ugh... What's that smell, and where's Tina?"
"That smell is probably the mess I made on purpose." Beetle answered proudly, but the mouse who shared his main color had a look of utter confusion on his face, which prompted him to elaborate. "Oh, you know how it is! Feeling your prey wriggle deeper and deeper, stretching up your guts, pushing out against your paw... I couldn't help letting out a few loads~"
The tiny mouse crossed his tiny arms with suspicion. As a matter of fact, he didn't 'know how it was', and the gryphon's explanation didn't seem to make him any less confused or nervous. Beetle then turned sideways – maneuvering around the tight space of the cave – and raise his paw to reveal his white fluffy underside.
Rondo looked at what the gryphon was showing him, and his jaw dropped. It appeared that both of his answers had been answered. The source of the musk was clear: completely unobstructed, a purple cock peeked out from its orange sheath, opposite an encased pair of testicles. It clearly cleared out clear pre from its tip, and the spicy aroma of male gryphon bits reached the rodent's sensitive nose. An offensive smell – not solely from its stench, but from Beetle's total lack of pudor.
His second question was answered by some sudden movements coming from the white fluff just above the sheath. Something alive was inside of the gryphon...! It moved actively but slowly, due to being compressed by the surrounding tight flesh, but it managed to push out enough to make its paws discernible. Whatever it was, it was definitely bigger than Rondo – and there was one obvious candidate for who could it be.
"Oh, shit...! Tina! You ATE her?!" The mouse held his head between his paws in a panic.
"...Yeah, I'm pretty sure her name was Violina." Beetle muttered, rubbing the kobold's bulge with his paw.
Rondo didn't have any more patience. "You monster! Spit her out!"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because she's in my colon! I ate her – well, maybe 'eat' is a strong word – I swallowed her yesterday, and she passed through my stomach and most of my bowels. I can only push her out the other end now. In fact, I think she's pretty close to–"
Rondo couldn't believe his words. "But that's eating her! You ate her!"
"Calm down, Nono. She asked me to! Erm, actually, we both talked and agreed to it. But I think it was mostly her idea. Anyway, she's fine and totally safe, you can see from Violina moving in there." Beetle pointed back at the bulge he had. The kobold didn't seem agitated inside, judging from her movements, but that was all the more reason to be alarmed. "I can even let you touch her, if you want!"
"Liar!" The smaller male cried out, pinching his nose at the stink. "There's a much more likely explanation. You broke into her house, she fought back, then her place got destroyed, and you ate her before I found you! And now you're trying to trick me, so you can eat me, too!"
"Oh, I didn't lie. All I said is true!" The gryphon said. "I don't even know if this is actually her place, to be fair, but it was the only cave that looked like what she described. Besides, you found me sleeping here. If your chain of events was true, then why wouldn't I just fly away after eating your friend?"
"W-Well..." Rondo pondered his point. "I don't know! Maybe you're a sicko! Getting off from eating others."
The orange lion-eagle hybrid smiled. "Oh! I guess that part is true, hehe! It feels pretty nice for both me and her. But I can swallow you too, if you don't feel like being left out!"
Beetle's offer sounded genuine, but Rondo knew that such a feat couldn't possibly be safe.
"There's no way this is enjoyable for who gets eaten!"
He shrugged to the rodent. "I don't get it either, but everyone I swallowed so far told me that it's actually not bad! Like your friend Violina. She's really into being eaten, you know? While I rutted her, she kept begging me to swallow her, that she wanted to be my meal... So hot and kinky, I'm getting hard again just from remembering it!"
Rondo's heart sank. Rutting?! It was just like the nightmare he had: his Sonatina, gentle like a flower, defiled by another male. And with this birdbrained gryphon, of all people...! It couldn't be! There was no alternative, Beetle must have lied about everything... The mouse's suspicions had to be true! This wasn't a story of two forbidden lovers, eloping from adversity to attain their happily ever after. No, it was a far grimmer fairytale: a damsel in distress, sequestered by a fearsome monster that terrorizes all who approach its lair. The mouse would be the knight in shining armor, fighting against all odds to claim his victory over his foe, and win his beloved's hand. A far better tale than these unreal lies he had to put up with.
But he knew that a triumph wouldn't be easy. The orange mouse scampered away from the gryphon, finding some tactical cover underneath the knocked-over cupboard. Thankfully, the large creature lagged behind, but Beetle still chased him as best as a big gryphon in a small kobold's cave could. His weight was too much for the weaker floorboards, creating a couple of new holes as his lion-like paws broke through the planks and reached the cave's natural stone floor. Clearly, the flooring hasn't been made to withstand his size.
"Hey, come back here! Don't be scared, let's talk this out!" The large male squawked, with a tone that made Rondo think this was just more play for him – and maybe, in the gryphon's twisted mind, it was just a game, some amusement at his prey's inevitable demise. One of Beetle's dark forepaws tried to reach into the small gap that the mouse had snuck into, but his furry digits were too big to follow after him. "Ugh... Sometimes, I wish I had talons instead."
The rodent had some time to think, now that he'd found a safe spot... Alright, first step accomplished. Now to go through the rest of his plan. He had to figure out a way to fend off against this giant; in other words, a weapon. The hero in the stories would often wield a magical sword to fell his ultimate foe. Maybe Rondo could find a tiny blade around, at least for self-defense, or...that's it, a shield! At least a metaphorical one, to prevent the gryphon from reaching him. Maybe a tiny bowl or...ah, even better! He simply could walk through one of the holes on the floor, and sneak out. Then maybe he could find some help, or think of–
"Eep!"
A strong tug pulled him from his hiding spot by his tail. The mouse quickly identified the origin to be a large yellow beak. Its tip was narrower than Beetle's paws, and he managed to grab Rondo while he was deep in thought. The gryphon lifted his head, raising the rodent along with him, then wrapped one of his paws around the small orange critter.
"Gotcha! I win, I win, hehe!" Beetle chanted in amusement.
The playfulness was far from innocent in Rondo's eyes, though. He wondered why the gryphon hadn't simply eaten him right there and then, but he expected there to be a malevolent reason behind it. No matter how much he struggled, his efforts against Beetle's grip were for naught.
"Mnf... Unhand me, you foul beast!"
The gryphon stared cross-eyed at the mouse held right in front of his beak. "Please don't use long words with me." He had an amusingly sweet breath that hit Rondo's nostrils as he spoke... Grapes, perhaps?
"N-None of those words were long! Ack... Put me down!"
Not really expecting Beetle to follow his command, Rondo instead found himself squished against his belly, pushing against Tina's bulge. He squeaked at the forcefulness of the shove, feeling the gryphon's warmth – and getting uncomfortably close to that musky shaft. Nevertheless, he was forced to pay attention to the sounds coming from within. There were squelches, and soft moaning, whenever the kobold actively pushed back against Beetle's forepaw containing the rodent. It sounded like Sonatina's voice, but Rondo had never heard her moan, so he couldn't be sure. However, whoever was in there seemed quite blissful with their predicament. Could they really have traveled all the way down to his colon safely...?
"See? Do you believe me now? She's fine!" The orange hybrid squawked, moving the rodent on his paw away from his white fluff and back to his face. "There's no reason to run away like that, Nono. I just wanna have fun! Like with your friend Violina, who I'm about to let out. I can show you if you want!"
"It's Rondo and Tina!" How many times did he have to shout back to correct this birdbrained gryphon? In any case, he had no choice but to accept this guy's claim that he would let the kobold go...and that he wanted to show it to the mouse, for some reason. "...But sure. Show me."
Beetle smiled with his large beak. "Great! I knew you wanted in, too! But since you're so small, there's only one place in me that can feel as tight around you."
"Wait, what are you talking–"
To Rondo's surprise, the paw suddenly moved him directly underneath the gryphon again, bringing him to a head-on collision with the purple rod fully erect outside of the orange sheath. Though there was little time to look at the member's barbs from the outside, as the mouse's face was squeezed right in, coating his entire head with the glob of cum and pre that had collected at the entrance. That pungent, musky smell quickly turned into a creamy, salty taste invading Rondo's open mouth. The tunnel stretched with ease, even as it maintained a firm grip around his neck and shoulders.
Beetle's invitation wasn't to show Tina being let out, he realized... It was to show what type of fun she was having. But Rondo's realization came too late to avert the misunderstanding.
"N-No! Let me go, you stupid bird! D-Don't shove me in your dick!" He shouted, but his voice couldn't reach even his own sensitive ears under the squelches of male juices lapping at his body. Even if Beetle had heard him somehow, the next unwarranted shove wouldn't have come as a surprise.
"C-Cawww~" The gryphon was clearly enjoying his makeshift toy. "Mm, it always feels so nice to shove someone in there." The large black paw moved further down the mouse's body, his large digit groping the micro's erection on his exposed crotch. "Hehe, t-told you – unf! – you'd enjoy it...!"
Rondo hated how hard he had gotten from the bigger throbbing member's hug. It was completely humiliating, but a part of him understood how Sonatina must've felt on some level. That was the only silver lining he could take from this whole predicament. Beetle's cock seemed to have a hunger of its own, easily devouring the tiny mammal, like a snake swallowing his body away from the giant paw. Getting so acquainted with another male's genitals was the last thing he'd expected today. And the thought that this particular cock had been used to rut his beloved Tina only added insult to injury.
As far as Beetle was concerned, he was offering the happy mouse his best hospitality. His own moans and squawks of intense lust were his way to vocalize how much he enjoyed to offer it. With just the tiny legs and long tail sticking out, Beetle stroked his cock with his paw, able to swallow the rodent just with the urethral muscles dragging him in. His soft paw pads rocked along his length, flicking the sensitive purple barbs back and forth.
Being able to devour Rondo with his cock was far from the only surprise the gryphon had in store. There wasn't much to see in the tight tunnel other than smooth flesh and salty fluids...but the mouse could still see these things. Rondo initially thought that there was some electrical light leaking through the entrance to reveal the way forward, but the glow was purplish, not yellowish. As it turned out, the gryphon had bioluminescence, apparently manifesting more strongly the deeper he traveled.
Beetle, getting quite excited about his cock snack, had to slow his stroking, not wanting to eject his new orange friend too soon. The tiny hind legs had slipped into his cockslit; now, just a pink tail hung limply from the yawning entrance, inching forward and getting coated in the seemingly unending stream of precum. The mouse wasn't moving about that much, even if the gryphon knew he was fine. Perhaps, he thought, Nono was just too shy about this new, fun experience! But he didn't mind – he was more than happy to tuck him away into his new mouse hole. Plus, it was always nice to feel a wriggling mass fully encased in his purple cock, bulging underneath his digits. But the rodent's journey was still far from over.
Fully lubricated in gryphon seminal fluids, the furry obstruction in his urethra moved further away from the tapered exit. The oval bulge was less noticeable as it approached the dick's base, with the paw outside following the mouse toward the larger girths. While most of the spunk would either get sent back further in or squeeze past his body like toothpaste, some invariably found itself sticking to Rondo's fur – or worse, invading his mouth whenever he took a breath or tried to shout. It was pungent and sharp and humiliating, but the mouse could tell that the gryphon did his best to not harm him. Still, it was far from a relief. Throbs, squelches, and bird-like moans filled his ears, and the purple flesh pulsed and glowed through the white globs. And the walls funneled as he continued upward, until his snout was pinched by the interior of Beetle's prostate.
"C-Caw... Halfway there..." He cooed to himself, losing sight of the bulge at his unsheathed cock's base, but not the sensation. The timing on Nono's part couldn't be better, either. As the mouse's head plugged up the exit of his cum duct, he felt the mass in his colon wriggle further, flopping into his rectum. As the kobold slunk into the wider chamber – slick from all sorts of anal juices, no doubt –, one of her head horns pressed exactly against the sensitive spot of the wall. The appendage wouldn't puncture it, but it did concentrate the attention right against his gland on the other side. Sandwiched between the rodent and the reptilian creature, his prostate secreted even more lubricants, building up more pressure around the mouse and causing Beetle to almost climax.
But he was unable to. His new toy was clogging up the path his jizz would take. As a result, hot cream started to build up inside, only to lap at Rondo's already drenched face, squelching and bouncing around until it rushed back into Beetle's testicles or was forcefully swallowed by the mouse. Rondo was so tired of the damp, stuffy tunnel, but he couldn't even wriggle himself free! He, the hero, never stood a chance against this monster, but he would still claim one final, if insignificant, victory... The mouse wouldn't fall under his spell or enjoy the inescapable massage. Even as his own, much smaller cock begged for attention. He clenched his fists, and closed his eyes at another wave of cum arriving at his face. He'd get his revenge on this gryphon, later...somehow!
Beetle collapsed on the already broken couch, his shaky legs giving up. More of the kobold had moved into his rectum, so her horn had slipped away from his love button, but he was still recovering from that wonderful feeling. He gasped for air, doing his best to avoid cumming the mouse out, with more ripples of his tunnel slowly dragging him further. On the other hand, his anal occupant had more than earned her freedom, squeezing through the last part of the gryphon's digestive tract, gently clawing towards the exit. His ass rested above one of the intact cushions, which would hopefully be suitable to catch Violina's fall, he thought.
His pucker's flesh pulled back at the digits pushing through, simply reacting to the touch. But his idle clenches weren't strong enough to seal his anus back. It triggered a few more wet slorps and jostles around his gut tourist, causing some slime to slip out from his hole and over his orange-furred testicles, soaking into the gryphon fluff underneath. More of the kobold's slick hands followed after. Sonatina grasped at that last stretch of flesh she'd spent several hours navigating, pulling herself out on her own. Being on the bigger of the gryphon's usual 'meals', she might have taken even longer than several hours to pass naturally; perhaps, multiple days! As tempting as a longer stay sounded, she needed freedom more than anything. And the reason for it was a desire that only the gryphon himself could satisfy right now.
"...mm...HAAH!"
The white-scaled snout gasped for fresh air, though some of the purple anal ooze on Sonatina's lips made its way back into her maw. The outside smell felt so different after her full experience of a digestive tract, and it almost felt like there was a draft inside of her cave. Not long after, her eyes also pushed out through the ring – then squinted at the electrical lighting, being much brighter than the bioluminescent glow that she'd grown accustomed to. One final 'slop!' squeezed around her ears, now being able to hear Beetle's moans from outside rather than inside. She kept her eyes shut while adjusting to the light, but crawling out the rest of the way only required her sense of touch.
If she wasn't temporarily blinded, she might have been surprised at the viscous purple coat around her white-scaled paws. Or at the utter state of disarray of her home. Instead, Sonatina continued to worm out from the gryphon's ass, adding more sluices to the mess he'd made on her couch. Her hind feet pushed at the rectal walls, worming out for freedom.
The path forward for Rondo had cleared since Tina's horn had stopped blocking the way, though Beetle hadn't realized the shift in pressure in his ducts until now. Having focused mostly on the kobold being ejected, he had lost track of the mouse and tried to pinpoint his new location. Rondo's cum-laden trip had sped up, and the orange rodent's bulge, after a substantial detour inside of Beetle's crotch, was reappearing at the opposite end of the seminal ducts, right before they connected to his balls. The squirms were biased towards one side, as the critter had already squished through a forked bend. He'd reemerge to the outside world, but only as a mass being pushed towards Beetle's left nut.
The mouse'd had enough gryphon spunk for a lifetime – the ideal amount being zero. Still, as he approached one of his possible destinations, Rondo had accepted that the numbers would only get worse. Still, for all that he'd been put through, he felt strangely calm about the whole ordeal. He'd have preferred not to endure multiple times his volume in semen baths, but compared to getting swallowed down a gryphon's beak, this was a far less scary alternative. Hopefully, he'd be let out soon – and then, he could just pretend that this awful day had never happened. For now, he resigned himself to what was still to come, with one last sphincter for his snout to squeeze through – and the strongest stench yet reaching his nostrils.
Raw, concentrated musk. The very definition of male lust, distilled from an idea into an aroma – that's how the smell inside of Beetle's ball could best be described. Within whitened wrinkled walls, an ominous dark purple glow penetrated the fresh gryphon juices to illuminate the large pool at the bottom of the spherical room. Rondo finally felt that he could move his neck once it entered the nut, and he used this minimal degree of freedom to move his head the furthest away from the bottom, instead bumping it against wet globs dripping from the ceiling. It was quite a twist of fate that, once inside of Beetle's nut, the mouse would finally find the only some space to avoid getting more seed on his face – though calling this little oxygenated gas pocket 'air' didn't feel right. The atmosphere felt almost as viscous as the intoxicating juice it housed, as far as Rondo could tell.
His paws still squeezed against the rugae, to avoid falling head-first into the white soup. As his thoroughly kneaded body slipped into the room, the mouse tried to twist himself around, and fell with his back to the ground when his feet squeezed inside. Sinking into the pool, he landed at the bottom and bounced, feeling the sack distend around him while submerging in cum. It was a tight and cream-filled hammock, with just enough space to lie along the curvature at his size.
His orange fur disappeared beneath the surface of the milky bath, though when he lifted one of his paws, it reflected purple light on the white goop that clung to his hand. The gryphon's muffled moans and thumping heart reached his round drenched ears, although most of the sounds came from the sloshing within the nut. All of his other senses were sent to overdrive in the active room, including the sight of his body sinking in so much jizz. Though his fight-or-flight instinct had been completely massaged along with his spent muscles, and Rondo resigned himself to the predator's whims.
Well, at the very least, it was a singular experience. One that a part of him knew he'd live to remember, for better or for worse. He was still mad at the birdbrained gryphon for putting him through this; but even more at himself, and the throbbing erection that he was hiding between his submersed haunches.
***
Beetle could feel the weight finally settling in what was now the larger of his two nuts, as well as the fur and paws pushing beneath the taut skin. But he chose to focus on the kobold almost fully slipping from his ass's grasp.
Her short arms pushed against the cushion she was being deposited on, balancing herself while dangling from the gryphon's anus by her feet and tail. Sonatina continued to pant, habituating herself to the freshness and chilliness of the outside world's air. A few more squirms squeezed her legs out, and she plopped down onto the broken couch along with all of the anal gunk clinging to her. The tip of her chubby tail remained locked in Beetle a while longer, slurping out on its own after a few moments. The star-shaped purple hole closed right back, clenching at the sudden emptiness to hide Tina's departure, though the slime smearing both the kobold and the gryphon's hindside fluff was a clear indication that it had just been used as an exit.
"S-Shit... Wow..." Sonatina finally spoke, prompting the gryphon to turn his neck while she turned over. "That was...quite something... When you said it smelled like grapes...I didn't expect it all to smell like grapes."
Beetle smiled. "It's nice, isn't it? I can smell it on you from here! But you also smell like butt." He turned around to face her. "If it was so nice, why were you in such a hurry to leave? It wasn't my internal glow, was it?"
"No, the light show was wonderful~ It's just... I'm so fucking wet."
"I can see that! With all that slime, you're–"
"No, I mean you need to fuck me. Right now." She commanded as she spread her legs, not mincing words.
Beetle's cock, still erect and drooling precum after its rodent filling, twitched at the sight, as did his beak. "Oh...of course!"
The kobold didn't flinch when the large gryphon, easily over three times her size, overtook her sight. He leaned over, stretching his front legs to easily reach her crotch with his member, not minding how the anal juices on her white scales now stuck to his fluff. The tip of his barbed cock found her vulva, spreading the tight flesh and being greeted by her fluids and warmth.
A jolt of pleasure washed over both of them, who moaned in unison. Beetle felt a clench in his sack, reminding him of his newest prey currently stewing in his cum.
"Right, almost forgot to mention! I shoved a tiny orange mouse down my cock while you were still in me. Maybe you wanted to know, in case he ends up 'escaping'."
Sonatina grunted at the fleshy barbs tickling her vagina. "Hnng... Really? Is it Rondo?"
"Uh, pretty sure his name was Nono, actually. He was a bit curious, and I decided to show him the inside of my cock. And now he's inside my ball! Want me to cum him out first?"
Hmm, it would be quite uncharacteristic for Rondo to agree to something like this, Sonatina thought. He was always a bit weird – and sometimes creepy, and misogynistic –, getting too immersed in books instead of the real world. Living out his outlandish but naïve fantasies with his active imagination, often against others' best interests. Like that time he shooed away her lion friend and fuck-buddy, assuming he was a feral beast attacking Tina. Maybe it was a different mouse, and not her friend, after all. One much more predisposed for some kinky fun like this.
"Can I see him...?" The kobold asked.
"Hm? Oh, he's hiding in my ball, but I guess you can!"
Beetle withdrew his cock from her entrance, leaving her needy for more – but not for long. Walking above her, his rod sloppily traced the white scales on her torso, leaving strands of her vaginal secretions on top of the grape-smelling natural lube. Until he was almost sitting on her face, pushing his crotch's furry bits against her snout. The soft orange sheath was empty in the front, no longer housing the gryphon's large erection, but his pair of nuts still featured prominently on the opposite end. The bigger one on his left bounced slightly on its own, and Sonatina cupped it with a set of claws, eliciting a coo from her large partner.
She raised her paw against it, letting its full weight be felt against her palm. The orb was taut and furry, almost like a kiwi fruit; one which sloshed with cream and a visitor behind its skin. Her gentle fondling still caused a commotion inside, disturbing the gryphon's second and much smaller prey. Despite her day-long trip through glowing bowels, the kobold was jealous of whoever had snuck into that sphere. And her heat got worse as her plans for the day got better.
"Don't cum him out yet." Sonatina pleaded. "I want him deep in me."
Beetle smiled, as if she'd read his mind. He moved away from her touch, letting his ball sag in the air before aiming his cock at her entrance once more, having to almost slump on top of the cushion with the kobold between his haunches. Once he was in position, with a single thrust of his hips, his tip traveled even deeper than before. Her moan was muffled under the large orange gryphon's fluff blanketing her, forcing her to taste his salty skin with her salivating tongue. Beetle kept his own drooling member between her folds that he craved, feeling the part of her body that his guts never would've been able to reach. His dick only left her tunnel in order to drive back in with the next hump. And the next. And the next...
Between her pants and his squawks, Sonatina could've sworn that she heard muffled squeaking with every time his balls bounced along with his hips. Or the sounds might have been the slick squelches of her vagina taking the large male's shaft. She'd had other males just as big before – but none who fucked her before and after eating her.
In fact, just across from the fluff pinning her down to her broken couch, she could still hear Beetle's stomach groan and churn, complaining about a meal that it wouldn't have been able to digest. That meal was the kobold herself, who had misappropriated its purpose, greedily using the organ for her own self-pleasure instead. Of course, Beetle had been left quite satisfied by her shenanigans as well, if his raging boner poking deeper into her was any indication, but his stomach was only supposed to understand and deal with food. For many hours, Tina has pretended to be that food, not letting digestion take its course. Breaking the natural order was taboo... A wonderful, selfish, messy taboo.
Her lustful thoughts were interrupted by lustful sensations, when she felt the tapered tip of the barbed dick push against her cervix. It didn't hurt, after being rutted by many males several times her size, some with even longer cocks... But she still did her best to relax the entrance of her womb, not wanting to miss the rodent-infused blast of seed that was soon approaching. She squeezed herself against his shaft, locking his base between her haunches, and then...'plop'! Sonatina let out a high-pitched, melodic whine, feeling her mate penetrate her uterus. The kobold already felt full with his cock stretching her, but this was on a whole new level. She could even feel his tip twitch, trying to dump his gryphon seed directly inside at the same time that she came.
But that first spurt was all but dry. Just a sharp throb, and nothing more. Looking at Beetle's head beyond his fluff, she could see him clenching his beak, and straining his entire face. The white-scaled anthro didn't know what was wrong, but she had a hunch: the gryphon couldn't cum thanks to a mouse clogging up his ducts.
***
Rondo couldn't have missed when the two had started rutting for the world, as his own new world quaked and jumped around. The rodent was tossed against every musky fold, splattered with cum at every opportunity. He felt his own gut get progressively heavier with the fluids inadvertently flooding into his mouth, as he was filled with all sorts of regrets. For starters, choosing today of all days to visit Tina's place, whose moans he could hear in sync with Beetle's. Despite his accidental mouthfuls of spunk, the creamy hot pool only seemed to increase around him. The jostling made it impossible to confirm, but it was quite possible that more was being produced around him.
Things would take a turn when the shaking intensified. But it wasn't simply from the gryphon's humps letting his nut bump his crotch... The scrunched walls groaned and gurgled, and the sweltering jizz stirred around his body to create thick bubbles, as if it was boiling. Rondo's first thought was that this was the end. The gryphon must have lied to him, and his fate was sealed, as the balls threatened to consume him.
But when the internal walls of Beetle's nut eventually did collapse onto Rondo, he wasn't crushed. He was launched upwards.
In one swift motion, the mouse was squeezed back through the sphincter that had been sealed after his arrival. He was traveling back up the familiar tight tunnels that disappeared back into the gryphon's body. His bulge vanished from Beetle's testicle, forced to repeat the lewd path in reverse. And despite Rondo being extremely more lubricated this time – his orange coat appearing fully white under the omnipresent purple glow –, he didn't seem to travel any faster.
The mouse could feel the pressurized seed pushing him from underneath, frothing and lapping at his groin, but there was so much cum everywhere that the rodent himself caused the ducts to get clogged with his body! As a result of the obstruction, the gryphon's orgasm was prolonged, leading Beetle to clench every muscle around Rondo. The tiny mammal deep in his body was surrounded by tight flesh and ecstatic squawks.
However, as if having cum all over his fur and in his belly, or causing the gryphon to have such a loud orgasm, wasn't humiliating enough, a bump against his hindside was a sign of what was to come. His butt was turned towards the warm geyser that propelled him forward. And, whenever it did, the hot cream lapped at the mouse blocking its way. As the spurts got stronger, and the pressure increased, it wasn't long until they actually broke through... But it didn't nudge him out of the way, but infiltrated his rectum instead!
Rondo squeaked in surprise, and tried to cover his anus with his tail, but maneuvering his appendage in the chaotic tunnel was nearly impossible. He had to accept the filling he was receiving, with no chance of fighting back.
After a few minutes of putting up with Beetle's spunk ducts, creeping forward at a regrettably slow speed, the mouse felt the path forward funnel inward into the prostate again, where he finally decided that enough was enough and tried to claw his way out, fighting the thrusting motions of the gryphon. He was surprised that Beetle continued to hump even during the drawn-out orgasm, but that changed as soon as his tiny body was squeezed through the gland. The urethra was much looser than any previous tubes, and Rondo was finally rocketed through Beetle's whole rod. Within seconds, the mouse was squeezed out in a large glob of semen underneath a long, loud, muffled orgasmic–
"C-CAAAAAWWW~!!"
Though he didn't end up being launched out where he'd expected. Instead of the artificial light of Tina's cave, he was met with complete darkness, and wide walls of a wider flesh chamber. Not having heard anything intelligible from the conversation between the kobold and the gryphon, Rondo wasn't immediately aware of his new whereabouts. Only that he wasn't inside of Beetle anymore, even if spunk still collected around his back, the pool increasing with a couple more vile spurts. Then, he'd heard a sharp 'shlop!' – from Beetle removing his cock from her cervix, and sealing Rondo in the kobold's womb. The mouse, still lost, tried to move around the dark room, stepping over the sticky bath, but fell on all fours from the quaking chamber. The warm walls were reacting to the cum, trying to absorb it despite the incompatible sperm.
"Mmm..."
Tina's voice reverberated around him, sounding loud and close as if she'd whispered directly into one of his large orange ears. Rondo also heard some of the gryphon's grating voice ask a question, although it sounded distant and unclear. The kobold's next words, however, were quite illuminating.
"Yes, he did. I can feel him moving around in my womb. It's...amazing..."
He couldn't believe his ears... Rondo was in the kobold's womb?! That birdbrained buffoon had rutted with his beloved Tina, his secret crush, and used himself to do it! By all means, he should be upset...! But on the other hand, he had never been this close to her before. He was inside of her, quite literally! His blush didn't warm him up quite as effectively as the uterine heat, but this realization only made his cheeks burn more. The mouse was surrounded by her juices, her smells...well, they were still mostly the gryphon's musk, flooding her most private chamber.
He was so close to the kobold, that was true, but he wanted to have been her mate, not her toy. Professing his love to her was the whole reason he'd come to Tina's cave this morning. Maybe he could shout loud enough to be heard, and announce his true feelings, and the kobold would let him out and choose between himself and the gryphon. As long as he was honest and gentlemanly, he was sure that love would prevail, as it did time and time again in the stories about heroes... And if not? He still had fifty-fifty odds.
But his daydreaming was interrupted by Sonatina's voice rumbling around him.
"And you said his name is Nono... Not Rondo?"
She seemed to be talking to the gryphon, and the mouse decided to eavesdrop.
"Alright. This feels so nice... Hm? Oh, it's just that he gives me 'someone who's weird about sex' vibes, that's all...Rondo, I mean. Besides, he's an old friend. I don't know how I could even look him in the eye and explain this side of me... He's not the kind of mouse that would be into kinky stuff like this. It'd be awkward if it was him in there."
...On second thought, he was in no rush to leave. Who knew when he'd get another chance to be this intimate with his beloved Tina? Granted, it was the last way he'd ever imagine hanging out with the kobold, but she seemed to be enjoying him in there. Rondo moved around, trying to feel around for a spot where he wouldn't get so much gryphon cum on his fur. He'd gladly play this role of 'Nono' for her sake...for now. And after being let out, he'd have to explain himself, and why he'd kept quiet inside of her womb. But that was a concern for later.
***
"Maybe I should meet this Rondo!" Beetle squawked cheerfully, staring at the slime-covered white kobold lying with him on the cushions of the broken couch. "I'm sure I can help change his mind on that sort of thing."
Sonatina chuckled, rubbing the distended plates over her cum-filled womb, feeling the trapped little mouse skitter inside. "You're welcome to try. But I really doubt he'd be into anything you can offer."
Plus, she'd rather have the gryphon's attention all to herself. She brought her free paw to his lower beak, pulling him closer – and Beetle obliged, smooching her snout, their tongues trading saliva. She'd have wanted to prolong her stay in his bowels, but the kobold was too horny and really needed to be rutted... Plus, she had matters to attend to in the real world, much as she would've wanted to live out her fantasy as his food for longer.
"I should get back to my cave," Tina said after breaking their kiss. "Don't want to let any crazed beasts wander inside and wreck my things."
"Wait. Isn't this your cave?" Beetle squawked.
The kobold blinked, then looked around her. Her eyes widened, and she jumped in a panic, pushing the gryphon's beak away.
"W-What on earth happened here?! The whole place is destroyed!"
"Not the whole place–" Beetle answered, awkwardly standing up, managing to break another floor plank into two halves under his paw. "It's just a bit messy, is all."
"N-No, it's not! All my stuff is utterly ruined!" Tina rushed to the back room with her wobbling tummy, her first instinct being to inspect the overflowing bookcase on the wall. She sighed in relief, after ensuring that every single book was in proper order. Yet she was still upset about everything else, storming back to the orange gryphon casually preening his wing. "What did you do? ...And why does it smell like gryphon cum all over?!"
Beetle grinned awkwardly with his beak. "Oh, I got a bit excited with you squeezing through my guts, hehe... I lost count of how many times I jerked off after the sixth."
"It's not funny, Beetle! This took me literally my lifetime to decorate and put together." She grabbed a flask off the ground, its contents long spilled and dried. "Now I have to start all over, and it's your fault!"
"Don't worry, Violina, I can fix it! Making messes disappear is just as fun as making them."
She crossed her arms. "...What, are you secretly a time warlock?"
"No, but I know a husky who is! And they owe me, so I can–"
"First off, it's Sonatina. So-na-ti-na, not Violina. And I think you should go, Beetle. You've 'helped' enough."
Beetle got up and approached her, being more careful not to make any more tears on her ripped-open couch. "I'm sorry, Sonatina! First, for messing up your name... And also, for making you upset about your home. But it's true, I can make it all better if you let me!"
"Like how...?" She looked up at him, before noticing a strand of saliva falling from his open beak onto her shoulder.
"Like this–!"
Without hesitation, his neck craned down, gobbling the white kobold into his beak. His jaws lifted the anthro almost a fourth of his size off the ground, easily snagging her slime-covered form onto his tongue. Though a bunch of Beetle's anal juices had been soaked the gryphon's fluff and the kobold's ruined furniture, most of it still lubricated her scales, its purple shine reflecting off her cave's lighting. With her snout pointing inwards, Tina was forced to watch his gullet, pulsing in peristalsis and glow, inviting her to travel the same way she had just a day ago. Would he really force her to endure the trip through his entire tracts once more...?
Beetle gulped without a care, quickly forcing her up to her shoulders into the squelching tunnel. Her legs flailed from the sides of his beak, more for show than actually trying to escape her fate, and her horns pushed against his pharynx, tickling the sensitive flesh. The gryphon wasn't concerned about being bruised by the bony appendages, especially not after she'd traveled through all of his tunnels without causing any harm. Instead, his attention was turned to the slit between her legs, which he intruded with his tapered tongue to savor his own salty seed within her sweet folds. It was better than tasting his own butt all over her.
Tina moaned in kind, thrusting her hips to let the warm, drooling, purple dildo penetrate her. His choked breaths directed more of that familiar grape smell towards her mouth and nose, readying to claim her completely once more. His seed sloshed in her womb along rhythmic waves, the tiny mouse doused in jizz and jostled against every wall being almost forgotten at this point. She was still upset at the state of her home, but Beetle's risqué gambit made her worries melt once more. Making her forbidden fantasy a reality, once more. As soon as she was inside, Tina would be completely powerless and at his mercy... Although she already was in a Manner.
Few actually resisted his charm, the overconfident gryphon thought to himself, as a lion-like paw began to stroke his rod again. Willing prey, like the kobold, barely needed any convincing. But by eating her again, he had no ill intention towards her. Beetle was simply providing her with more fun, and a chance to not worry about meager things, like a destroyed home, as well as let off some steam. He squeezed his tongue deep into her; and what gushed out of her vagina was quite denser than steam. Feeling her ejaculation was his cue to swallow, snapping his beak shut after her legs entered his maw. Her pussy escaped from his tongue's reach while its squirts continued to paint his maw with her sweet flavor, and melodic orgasmic yells were drowned out deep into his neck. With another gulp to squeeze whatever fluids were left in his mouth down his esophagus, he made sure that any remaining trace of her wouldn't leave his body – for now.
Tina's bulge was quite formidable in his neck, expanding it to almost double its usual girth. Beetle always loved to watch large prey disappear into his chest on a mirror, but she'd have sunk too far inside before he'd had the chance to find one in her cave. Instead, he continued to paw himself, savoring how stuffed he felt once more. No matter how spent his barbed cock was, he was approaching yet another orgasmic peak, but he timed his release to delay it just a bit longer... Beetle wanted to make sure that Sonatina would go down the right pipe.
The kobold was continually squeezed through the purple tunnel, its glow reflecting off of the multitude of fluids covering her squamous body. But in the chaos of Beetle's esophagus, she failed to notice the new bend she was forced into, passing through a tight sphincter. She assumed that it would lead her back to the gryphon's stomach. Instead, she'd started to slip into a noticeably different chamber; wide, smooth, and without ridges or folds along the walls. Every detail was visible under his dim deep purple bioluminescence, including a noticeable lack of fluids bar the ones joining her. The churns of his stomach were audible at a muffled proximity, but his heartbeat was almost deafening – coming from a bent section on the roof, which swelled inwards with every thump.
As soon as Tina had spilled into his crop, Beetle cawed loudly, though his screech could only be heard in her cave. A fresh batch of cum spewed from his cock – but this time, without any mice in the mix –, and the kobold's destroyed couch was given a new white coating, messy and musky, strands spilling into a large puddle before the fabric even managed to soak the liquid. With no concern for his own cleanliness, the gryphon collapsed on the very same couch, ignoring his hygiene to instead feel over the large bulge appearing underneath his chest tufts. His latest mate was clearly visible, pushing horns and limbs against his paws, showing partial imprints of her physique from his pouch.
"Ooh, that tickles!" Beetle squawked cheerfully, kneading his prey in return.
Tina chuckled inside, studying his anatomy. "You never told me you had a crop."
"Oh, didn't I? I assumed you knew about them."
"Yeah, but not every gryphon has one. At least from what I've learned... It's my first time ever seeing one." Or being in one.
"Well, I didn't want to lose you down my intestines again. Unless you really want to." He teased back. "In which case, there's another sphincter in there that leads you straight to my stomach."
She shuffled inside of him, noticing a sealed drain almost all the way opposite of the crop's entrance. "Huh... This, I've never heard about."
"Otherwise, you can stay in my crop until your home gets fixed. Until then, I'll be your home!"
Tina shook her head, with an amused grin. "Heh... All this swallowing business made me forget about my destroyed home."
"Good! Continue to enjoy yourself in there until I clean up this mess."
"If you say so, I won't complain." She leaned against the crop's wall, admiring the light pulsing along with his heartbeat. "How do you even intend to fix my cave...?"
"Well, I have an idea." Beetle announced as he stood up, walking towards the torn down doorway of her cave. "A time warlock could fix this in no time, buuut... I know a big dragon who's a master artisan, and he can certainly improve your home."
"Dragon? Artisan? Improve? But I don't need to improve anything–"
"Of course you do! Half of your stuff broke as soon as I touched it!" He looked back on the grandiose mess he'd left inside, before flicking off the electrical light switch and exiting. "This place was clearly not made with a gryphon like me in mind."
"...Well, duh. It's made for someone like me."
"But with a bigger doorframe and better flooring and furniture, I can come visit you in your cave at any time!"
Tina blushed at his unspoken suggestion to become a proper acquaintance. "T-That's actually not a bad idea... But how much is this even gonna cost me?"
"Oh, don't worry about gold! This master artisan owes me a favor. And he's such a large dragon, I'm sure he can get his job done in no more than half a day. Probably even faster than I made a mess of it!"
It sounded too good to be true, but so did Beetle's promise of giving the kobold 'the trip of her life' through his tripe yesterday – and that had turned out exactly as promised. "T-Thanks.... I don't even know how to repay you!"
"I do!" Beetle grinned, walking along a dirt path. "When it's all done you will owe me a favor! And a good apothecary goes a long way in these parts, you know."
"Oh, so you figured out I'm a potion maker...?"
"I may have seen a book spine or two in your house which looked like advanced alchemy tomes... Or very similar to ones I've seen before."
"So they were." She chuckled, realizing how he hadn't mentioned their titles, but still knew what those books were about. "You're much smarter than you look."
"And so are you, Sonatina!" Reaching the clearing where he'd first met her, he looked around, and then up, to check the winds carrying the clouds. "Anyway, I'll grab us some breakfast on the way, you must be quite hungry too. Then we'll visit the artisan. Things might get a bit shaky inside while I'm flying!"
"Yeah, I could do with some food." The kobold patted her belly, feeling her empty stomach despite the large bulge on her midriff, as both his seed and the anonymous mouse had settled peacefully inside. "Although..."
"Hm?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I was just curious... How come this artisan even owes you a favor?"
"Ah, that's simple! Because we did things!"
She raised her head, feeling his heartbeat just across the roof, its pumping blood warming up her scales. "...Things?"
"Sexy, messy, unspeakable things. I'd love to tell you all about it on our way there."
"Even messier than our sex...?" Tina was excited to hear about Beetle's horny adventures as his crop pressed down on her, not realizing as her claws unconsciously reached for her clitoris.
"Oh, most definitely–!"
With a powerful flap of his orange wings sporting leopard spots, the gryphon soared, as gusts of air blew over grass, flaps thundering over any other sounds from the forest. In a matter of seconds, Beetle and his occupants had vanished with the wind.