Migration season was always an exciting time for adult gryphons. Chasing the encroaching summer heat northwards, on the tail of seasonal winds, as they're brains were programmed to do – in the hopes of finding plenty of food and, perhaps, a mate for reproduction. Each year, they'd have to sate that primal need for peregrination. And with Beetle, it was no different.
Granted, propagating his genes was the last thing on his mind. The crested bird-lion hybrid had no plans of being a father – although he wasn't one to deny any willing sexual partners, regardless of gender or species. Still, he was relieved that he hadn't stumbled upon any tiny gryphons wandering around with a fluff as orange as his, or any rosettes under their wings. This season, like in all the previous ones, Beetle wasn't looking for true commitment, but for some unfettered and kinky bit of fun.
By this point, he had been the only one in his flock for a while. The sun had almost set, and most of the other gryphons that had flown with him had already retired for the day. But Beetle wanted to get to his destination early, while everyone's libido was still high, to make the most of his little vacation. Still, he wasn't about to keep flying throughout the night, and his wings could use some rest. His purple eagle eyes were scanning the ground far below for any shelter – and, sure enough, he spotted a run-down logging hut in a clearing.
Judging by its sorry state from outside, it probably hadn't been inhabited by anything other than bugs in a long while. Beetle descended gracefully, making as quiet a landing as possible with his relatively big body. Once his weight shifted to the leonine paws touching the soft earth, the soreness of his wings finally caught up to him. He took a few other glances at the pinkish twilight skies for any signs of gryphons to spend the night with, but as it had been in the last couple of hours, he was completely alone.
Sigh...
...Wait, Beetle thought to himself. It wasn't him who sighed just now. His head perked up, looking at the shack – the most probable source of the noise. There was a subtle grunt inside, followed by some shuffling. Of feathers, by the sounds of it. Another gryphon, maybe? He took a deep, silent whiff. No... more than one. The stench of sex was unmistakable.
Cautiously, he approached the wide-open doorway, like the big feline predator that he almost was. Thanks to his heightened sense of smell for other gryphon's pheromones, he knew that there was a female in heat in the company of a male just relieved of his seed – before he even laid eyes on them. Two lovebirds who simply couldn't wait to reach their destination before having some fun themselves. 'A perfect opportunity', he thought.
Even though Beetle had missed the sex itself, he still had plans for some post-coitus fun. After all, he hadn't eaten anything in a long while – and a younger, smaller gryphon could fill up his stomach quite nicely, just to get rid of the annoying pangs of hunger. And maybe he could stuff the other one up his cock, if they were willing enough, making his balls sag nice and low. Or even stuff them in his bladder, a trick he pulled off with a small dragon not long ago. Or maybe he could send one of them up his butt, and the other into the crop within his chest... So many opportunities, indeed. He licked his beak in anticipation, as he hoped to take a better look at his banquet.
Encroaching the doorframe, he peeped into the shack, with just enough light to reveal the two smaller adults. They were roughly half his size – perfect for any type of fun he had in mind. He'd certainly manage the couple by himself. He still fondly remembered last year's romp, when he'd managed to squeeze not one, but two particularly frisky gryphons up his backside – despite each one being as big as himself!
Still, he decided to analyze these ones from afar before making a move, and try to figure out what they would prefer from their body language. But both of them were in an unusual position, facing away from the door. The cream-and-yellow male was standing behind the female – and she, with her sapphire and black feathers, had her taloned forepaws gripping the floor, butt raised in the male's direction. From Beetle's perspective, it looked like he was giving her oral – but he couldn't understand why they were doing the foreplay after the main event.
"Mmm...c-come on, Cold..." The female gasped in a soft but needy voice. "I want more than your head..."
"Mh'm tm-hmmn'!" was the surprisingly muffled response.
That little exchange between the couple certainly piqued Beetle's interest, and he moved in closer. He'd completely forgotten to hide his presence, but the gryphons seemed too distracted in their act to notice. He hadn't gotten a good look at the male's face moments ago – now, he realized that it would be impossible, given that his entire head was stuck under the female's tail. There was a subtle 'squelch!', and the fluff under the sapphire-feathered gryphon's belly moved a bit. The outline was faint, but it certainly appeared to be the male's beak, lodged not-too-deep in his partner's bowels.
It seemed that Beetle wasn't the only gryphon around here with vorish inclinations...
With an amused grin on his yellow beak, he casually made his way through the doorway. The creaking of wood under his paws didn't alarm the female, who seemed to be straining a great deal with her living insertion. She lowered her front side until her beak was against the shack's floor, and raised her tail as high as she could, unknowingly giving Beetle a better look at her backside. Her reddish pucker was stretched wide around the male's neck, struggling to make any progress even as more lubricating slime was soaked by the cream-hued feathers. He could tell that she was trying to pull the male in, not out – but even though the trapped partner didn't seem to fight her, she still wasn't making any progress on her own.
Beetle lowered his head almost to the ground as well, and asked in his somewhat screechy voice. "Is this your first time...?"
The dark-feathered gryphon gasped in surprise – at the same time that a muffled 'squawk' came from her midriff. But the shock on her face slowly dissipated once she realized that the big orange blur was another of her species, replaced by an expression between confusion and lust.
"I-I wasn't– We weren’t expecting –hf!– any other gryphons yet, this far out..." She said between strained gasps. "S-Sorry, what did you say? I didn't catch that..."
"I said, is this your first time? Shoving someone up your ass, I mean."
She chuckled, disarmed by the larger gryphon's casualness regarding the situation. "No, b-but... Nothing bigger than my talon so far. But– mf... B-But Cold promised that he'd let me try, if I let him rut me first."
"Cold...?" Beetle tilted his head, and stared at the male neck-deep in her hind. "Oh, this guy?"
"Y-Yeah..." She raised one of her bird-like talons to point. "That's Coldmoon, a-and I'm Foehn."
The orange gryphon proudly puffed out his chest. "I'm Beetle! Say, Fun, why did you decide to take on Coltman here, if you didn't have any practice?"
"Huf... I-I dunno! I just really wanted to– Hells, even his h-head alone feels good." Foehn sighed. "I was fantasizing about this s-since last year. There was this guy back at the mating grounds who managed to fit two other males up his butt – and he did it in public, too!"
Beetle's purple eyes widened. "What a coincidence! I also did that last year at the mating grounds!"
"Did you...?"
She tried to focus as she took a better at the older gryphon, wondering why his orange plumage and wing rosettes seemed so familiar. This time, she noticed the boner sticking out between his legs, before discreetly changing her gaze to his front paws. They were feline, unlike the eagle-like talons that both she and her partner sported. She then looked towards Coldmoon, who hadn't budged and was tapping his own claw impatiently.
"W-Well... Maybe I just can't do it, after all..." She sighed defeatedly.
"I'm sure you can do it!" Beetle cheered as the priorities in his head began to change. "You're just tense for your first time. You just gotta relax and ease him in, you know. Oh, and I can help, too!"
"Help, h-how...? With encouragement?"
He snickered. "That, too! But mostly a little bit of force and lubrication, just to help you out. But it still will depend on you!"
"F-Force..." Foehn stammered. "And...wait, what do you mean 'lubrication'?"
"Oh, I'll get to that soon enough! Just stay calm and loose, and I'll help you fit all of Coltman in no time."
Beetle turned away from her, circling further away from her limited sight-line. It wasn't like she could do much on her position but to trust in Beetle, and she faced away again, her pointy silver beak hovering just an inch above the ground. She still wasn't so sure about swallowing her entire partner with her anus as she had been half an hour ago – but as simple as the fellow gryphon's advice had been, it wouldn't hurt to try and focus on relaxing her body...
As she closed her eyes, Beetle approached the second set of haunches, this one more dominated by pastel tones of yellow than Foehn's dark fluff. Holding them up together and lifting them up was easy enough, given Coldmoon's smaller size. He licked his beak and opened his jaws, as he planted the furry toes on his tongue.
With confused yet muffled noises coming from the female's midriff, the yellow paws fought against the wet sensation. But as they kicked, instead of finding purchase against a solid wall, they pressed right against the soft flesh within Beetle's maw. The cocky gryphon hummed at the flavor, tart but not unpleasant, enjoying how the struggles led those hindpaws straight into his gullet. He wasn't quick to swallow, savoring the hibiscus-flavored fur and coating it in saliva – just as he'd planned.
Foehn was none the wiser to Beetle's shenanigans, focusing instead on the mass planted within her. She could feel her stretched muscles clamping over Coldmoon's beak and head as he struggled and whined. Still it felt like she couldn't make any progress, but she wasn't deterred. She took a deep breath and leaned back, hoping to gain at least a fraction of an inch. Though it was nearly imperceptible, the feathers ruffling against her sensitive anus proved her right. It was barely any progress, but she would take her tiniest victory for the time being.
Beetle, on the other hand, had no issue fitting more of the smaller male down his gullet. In fact, he was carelessly working his way up the gryphon's body, enjoying the intoxicating feeling of someone else bulging out his neck and squirming within. Without ceremony, he kept his grip around the prey's wings, ensuring that he wouldn't try and spread them until they were trapped in his slimy esophagus.
Still surprised and somewhat desperate, Coldmoon pressed his talons against Foehn's rump. He'd only play the part of willing prey for his partner, not for this larger bully. But he couldn't cry for help like this...! Yet, as much as he tried to pull himself free, the walls tugged on him harder. Moments ago, it'd have been easy to pull his head out. Now, Foehn seemed determined to keep him in place, while her intestines groaned and caused his ears to ring. In response, he simply stopped struggling and resigned himself to his fate – unable to even sigh properly under his circumstances.
She wasn't sure why her prey would try and break his promise like that – but perhaps that fight instinct of possibly losing her prey was what she'd needed to unlock her potential. Foehn clenched her muscles and felt his beak go deeper – a full inch, this time! The head was starting to enter her colon, and if just the tip felt this good already, she couldn't wait to be filled all the way.
Before she could manage another anal swallow, something slimy rubbed against her clit. Not long after, a vise gripped her back and underbelly, forcing her hindpaws to tiptoe as her rump was lifted off the ground. Despite her lack of visibility, the hybrid did her best to turn her eyes back – and what she saw definitely wasn't Coldmoon behind her, but a very greedy orange gryphon, who had his gullet completely filled as he tried to gulp her down as well.
"H-Hey! Beetle!" She shouted out. "I thought you were trying to help...!"
Completely entranced by Coldmoon's flavor until now, Beetle opened his eyes as he heard Foehn's call. "Hmm? Oh... righf."
Just like that, the larger gryphon started working his way backwards, coughing up his prey just as effortlessly as he'd gobbled him up. Male gryphons, she thought, the whole lot was the same; always too birdbrained to think about anyone but themselves. Still, at least it provided her with quite the spectacle – watching her partner reemerge from that yellow beak, his cream-hued feathers soggy in purple slime. The air was filled with the faint scent of grapes as Coldmoon's shaking paws returned to the ground.
"There we go," Beetle said with accomplishment, pausing to swallow some excess saliva. "All lubricated for you!"
"B-But -mf- was it really necessary? I thought I wouldn't need lubrication..."
"But it doesn't hurt for your first real prey, Fun! Until your body gets accustomed to it, that is." He placed his paw over Coldmoon's haunches, who instinctively shirked in reflex. "Now, are you both ready? Just remember to relax, and your body will know what to do next."
Foehn nodded, having no reservations now that she'd had a taste of what was to come. Once again, she lowered her head and leaned back, eager and ready.
Beetle's large paw gripped Coldmoon's butt, enveloping most of it with a firm hold as to avoid slipping due to the coating of saliva. Slowly, the rest of his neck pressed on, shifting the pointy bulge in the sapphire gryphon's midriff. It was still slow, but somewhat surprisingly, the improvised lube actually helped pushing him in.
Being further stretched, she put her talon to her belly, making out the hidden features of her prey's head. She gasped as her hole started to stretch around the wide shoulders, its red ring puffing out to consume them. The mild discomfort from her body being forced to its limits never got worse, thankfully, instead rewarding her with that fuzzy feeling that made her loins ache. Foehn moved her paw lower, finding her vulva at a different spot than usual thanks to the 'meal' dislodging her organs.
Coldmoon remained limp, surprised that he was growing used to the tight walls squelching over his head. It wasn't a particularly cold late spring day, but his partner's warmth was so inviting. Much more than the other gryphon's warmth, whose saliva still stuck grossly to his fluff. It probably smelt bad, too – though he had no way of knowing. He was thankful that his head had been stuck in here, otherwise he might've ended up as Beetle's lunch instead. At least the brutish hybrid wouldn't toy with him anymore...
...Except for the sensation between his legs, as Beetle's beak tactically went for his junk.
The orange gryphon already had licked Coldmoon's cock earlier – his saliva sticking to it was proof of it –, but now he could give it the proper attention it deserved. Still keeping pressure by holding one of the smaller male's hindlegs, he made up for the earlier scare with much more subdued and localized licks. This time, Beetle noticed, he wasn't struggling. With the tacit approval, he continued to blow him.
As Foehn's rear started to tug on her partner's limp legs, she realized what Beetle had meant by her body getting accustomed to this. With nothing more than her instincts and a burning desire, her muscles seemed to work Coldmoon in on their own, swallowing him in reverse. She already looked full with a clutch of eggs, but still she wanted more.
Letting go of his paw, Beetle raised his neck, arcing Foehn's prey into the air as he helped himself to his musky bits. The cream-colored gryphon was held in an arc from Beetle's tight beak to the female's even tighter bowels, his subtle moans drowned out by the groans of the expanding belly. With half of his forelegs and most of his chest constricted, the slimy walls pulled his face past a bend, where his beak would screech to announce his orgasm.
The predatory gryphoness recognized Coldmoon's cry, still rubbing herself as the growing bulge underneath her fluff made it harder to reach her clitoris. Despite the sonorous complaints from her unaccustomed body – a symphony of gluts and gurgles –, it felt way too good to simply stop.
"Haaah..." She breathed out. "Fuck~ I-I want you to push him as deep as you can..."
Beetle's beak released Coldmoon's crotch, some seed still on his tongue before he swallowed. "Can do!"
Planting his leonine paw firmly on the hindside once more, he began pushing with more force, testing the waters of Foehn's limits. She squawked in surprise, but her colon took in the extra pressure without issue. Her prey continue to turn inside her – stretching muscles that she never knew existed, all working to pull him all the way in. Any discomfort from her greedy hole being stretched had melted away, leaving only the pleasure of wings and fluff brushing against it.
Unable to control herself, she cawed with her first climax, walls clenching harder over her partner's head and torso. Her body had no way of knowing just how much prey was left – there was just the lingering desire to clear the obstruction and seal it past her anus. Still, there was still about half of Coldmoon to go. Foehn felt so full, but not in an overfed Manner. Maybe this is how a proper predator should feel like, sated in more than one way.
And it was thanks in no small part to Beetle, who not only had inspired her but was actively helping. He continued to push Coldmoon in as per her command, feeding his haunches into her anus. He kept a tight grip even as his digits slipped inside the squelchy entrance, forcing the yellowish backside into hers. The sapphire-hued belly clearly displayed her large prey, constricted and curled in the depths of her gastric system. Beetle was more confident that she would be able to fit not only the prey that was big as herself, but so much more...
The persistent shoving forced her organs to readjust still, to her pleasure. With her talon still wet from her climax, Foehn continued to rub the button between her labia. This was so much better than sex – no offense to Coldmoon, but he was a better toy than a partner. She could feel his feline half entering her, making her belly as big as herself. Yet her hole still throbbed around a fluffy intrusion, too wide to be the yellowish gryphon's tail. It must've been Beetle's paw, reaching into her.
To her surprise, she felt another set of large digits probing her exposed flesh. They began spreading it even wider, invading her, to the point where the sudden discomfort suddenly returned as her anus expanded more than it had over Coldmoon's broad shoulders. Beetle was forcing his second paw into her as well...!
"Hff! Wh-What are you...?" She gasped in a spent croak.
"I'm pushing Coltman as deep as I can!" Beetle answered sprightly.
"B-But that's not what I mea– ngaaAAAah~!"
After his knuckles made their way in, his arm squelched into her slimy rectum, shoving Coldmoon even deeper and causing her to inadvertently sing out her lust. She could feel the beak push past the colon into her small intestines, making space for Beetle to start nudging his own larger beak between his front legs. Her anus was being stretched way past what should've been its maximum, and it should've been too much for her body.
And yet... Other than the stiffness in her muscles, there was no pain. As the larger male brought his beak – and tongue – into her entrance, her body continued to tug on the two intruders. This was beyond unreal, and she should've been worried, yet she couldn't stop rubbing herself.
Adding more saliva to the walls, Beetle tasted Foehn from inside. He stretched his arms as deep as he could, slowly shifting the weight of his head into the warm hammock as well. He wanted her to feel the whole experience, and to continue pushing Coldmoon deeper still – but of course, he'd have to follow after him to do so.
Her belly was already huge, pushing against the ground and lifting her hindpaws into the air. Coldmoon did nothing other than the occasional wiggle, fighting the constant pressure squeezing his entire body that only increased. Yet Beetle, the inspiring gryphon predator, was ever the diligent prey; willingly feeding himself to her, despite how impossible it appeared. Her mind was in a fog of pleasure, and she couldn't even form words as her breath came out short. Not that she'd ever tell him to stop...
Between the gurgles slapping the anal sluices over his head, Beetle continued to crawl and lick his way deeper. Forcing the other male past this or that crease, it also made room for himself to follow. His head alone was as thick as Coldmoon's widest parts, meaning that the rest of him would prove quite a stretch for Foehn.
Sadly for her, it reached a point where she was so obscenely full that her talon no longer reached her genitalia. Still, the whole action had plenty of sensations to spare. Her tunnels now felt like an erogenous zone by themselves, from the entrance to her core. Coldmoon, now lost deep in her guts, was as close to her as he could ever be. Though Beetle, nearly twice her size, was proving the most pleasurable of the two. It was way more than she'd bargained for, and it felt heavenly. Unable to touch herself, she climaxed again still, unable to form any sounds other than a whiny squawk.
She could see the outline of two beaked heads inside her, taking opposite spots in her overtly distended fluff. Her belly grew with Beetle's, as her puffy hole made short work of his throbbing cock. She felt how the larger male shifted his hips, brushing his barbed cock against her quivering rectum... That's when it clicked that the way Coldmoon was writhing was in order to fuck her walls, too. Their combined panting, huffing the stagnant air in her guts, was barely perceptible over her own gasps. The loudest sound yet was from the squelching flesh, slick in a plethora of juices and eager to consume far more than she'd intended.
After who knows how long, with her midriff too large to wrap her arms around, she felt Beetle bend one of his hindlegs to bring his foot to her hole. As he pushed the rim out to fit it in, another orgasm would've rocked her body if she could've moved. Her beak opened slightly against the wooden floor to let out a weary screech of lust. How in the hells could it get better with each passing moment?!
Once his paw was slurped up, he used her rectal wall as leverage to continue on his arduous task. Coldmoon had been completely claimed by her tight intestines, while Beetle twisted and clawed in right after. Only his other leg and tail remained outside, making her an immobile fluffball of black and sapphire blue. She rubbed her swollen guts, watching her stubborn prey disappear deeper still. Just how deep would Beetle be able to push both of them...?
Working her way over the last bits, Foehn tried to admire the fruits of her labor. Yet she could barely see her body, since the belly that was now much bigger than herself also pinned her in place. At least it was heavy enough that she wouldn't roll away like a ball, probably...
The two differently-sized masses continued to writhe and move, beaks and paws and talons pushing out under her skin, clearly defined in the sea of sapphire fluff. As they moaned inside, inhaling the thin and stifling air, she wished that they were enjoying it as much as she did.
"H-Holy hells..." was her less eloquent response as her anus finally pinched shut past the last of Beetle's tail.
With her paws on her midriff, she pushed on the outline of the smaller head – gasping as she inadvertently helped it slip further in. Her fluff between her haunches was completely wet in her fluids, and totally out of reach, but she wished to rub herself still. Instead, she continued to press against the back of Coldmoon's head, his spilling deeper into her bowels as a way to please herself.
It was so weird to have such a full belly, but not have her hunger satiated... Instead, it fulfilled a completely new type of craving, and she couldn't have been more accomplished for it...
...
Foehn couldn't remember falling asleep. It must've been a lust-induced blackout. But when she woke up, the sun was very close to the horizon, out the door of the shack.
Actually, not that close. It was just above her large belly, in fact.
Somehow, during her sleep, she must've flipped over and ended up with her back to the ground. It must have been some sort of ruckus from her occupants while she was unconscious that brought her to this position, she imagined. At least, even like this, the weight wasn't unbearable. Her spine, flat against the floorboard, would definitely thank her later.
There was still the occasional movement within her belly, but it was still hard to tell what was happening right under her beak. She rubbed her bloated fluff, humming as her worn muscles got the faintest of reliefs. Strangely, she no longer felt that intense pleasure from the last day – instead, it felt like she'd overstuffed herself overnight. But there was no way that the two gryphons had managed to travel that far into her, right...?
"...Ooouuarp!"
As she belched, the faint whiff of hibiscus caught her tongue and nostrils, followed by the unmistakable shift of something pushing out of her stomach.
"Oh, sh-shit... urk–"
Like a meal that disagreed with her, she felt a substantial mass shifting up into her chest, along with an annoying heartburn. Her first instinct was to swallow, to not let her prey escape... But trying to gulp did nothing, as the heap of feathers continued to fill up her esophagus from the bottom.
Her silver beak already salivated uncontrollably, but no amount of swallowed drool stopped her prey's ascent. The feathery matter turned out to have a beak, she could tell, as the hard surface brushed against the sensitive tunnel. In a complete reversal, her body hacked and coughed, betraying her will. After all, Foehn wanted it to go in, not out...!
There was nothing she could do, however, as the tip of Coldmoon's beak poked from the back of her throat. Her maw instinctively opened, letting sunlight flood into her mouth as it temporarily blinded her partner's emerging eyes. Filling up her maw from the wrong direction, he gasped heavily for fresh air. With the stomach sluices now clinging to his feathers, his tart flavor felt even more acrid.
"Haah...! Aah... F-Freedom...!" The yellow-headed hybrid gryphon sounded exasperated. "At last... I-It's been hours, with that big bully pushing me a-all the way..."
The drool dribbled down from her beak, pushed aside by the head positioned on her tongue. She couldn't speak with her mouth full. But as much as Coldmoon wanted otherwise, Foehn simply didn't want him to leave so soon. Her lust spoke louder than reason.
With his slimy beak jutting out from hers, and his shoulders still trapped in her throat, she knew that she had to act fast. Her talons moved to her maw, pressing down on the half-regurgitated hybrid and swallowing hard.
"W-Wait, Foehn! WAI–MMMPH!"
Her beak clamped down as much as it could, forcing his own mouth shut. He slipped back just an inch, which was progress enough for her. She squeezed her beak harder, tossed her neck back, and gulped again. Another inch, and she was slowly forcing him back in.
He muttered and squirmed, his movements felt all the way down her throat. With each heavy gulp, the weight in her maw shifted further down. Having her neck so full was wonderful – and despite his lack of cooperation, Coldmoon was a decent enough breakfast. Each squirm just felt so delightful...
Once his beak was fully engulfed by her throat, she gave another gulp – and was surprised at how quickly he slipped down! It was an unexpected but hard-earned victory, and she couldn't help but place a talon to her neck, feeling it return to its normal size in a swift gulp.
"Hff... Tasty~." She teased, licking the slime from her other talon. "I hope you learned your place, snack~."
It wasn't like her usual self to taunt like this, but the whole ordeal had worked quite an appetite aside from the literal one. But she somehow felt more complete with other gryphons padding out her belly...
Though she celebrated her victory, however, it'd turn out to be a short one. Something else began crawling up from her stomach, clearly more massive than Coldmoon. It could only have been Beetle, trying to make the same journey outward that her partner had failed. Except that being older, stronger, and larger than her, Foehn's gulps were even more in vain to combat his squirms. All that she could do was wait.
Given how big his head was, her neck bulged out far more. She was afraid that he'd be too big for her body to endure, but gods how wonderful it felt to be stretched out so far. If only he was going the opposite way... Though she wondered if she would even be able to swallow someone as big as Beetle on her own.
As a last resort, she tried to keep her beak tightly shut, hoping to delay the inevitable... But as the pressure amounted to more than her strained jaws could handle, she had no choice but to open her maw. When Beetle's head emerged from within, her beak opened way wider than she could've ever imagined. Unsurprisingly, the yellow beak and orange-feathered crest appeared past the tip of her tongue, though much slimier than she remembered it.
"Hey, good morning, Fun!" He greeted nonchalantly, still mispronouncing her name. "So, how did you like being a pred?"
"Mm MMF mmng, hm–"
"Oh, right. You can't talk with your mouth full, hehe." He joked, seemingly more interested in idle chatter than actually escaping. "Well, remember how I was trying to push Coltman as deep as I could? So I was forcing him up your throat, and that's when I yawned. That's when, somehow, he started going down instead of up! And I had my beak open below him, you see...so I, uh, may have swallowed him by accident. I hope you don't mind that."
She blinked dumbfounded. He accidentally swallowed him?! She was... well, she honestly didn't care that much, so she just shrugged and gave the best non-committal 'hmf' she could.
"Great! So, should I pull myself free or...?"
This time, her response was a resolute no – shaking her head as much as she could around Beetle, and pointing her taloned finger to her belly.
"No? Well, alright then! Enjoy~."
And just like that, Beetle started forcing his way back down her throat. Foehn's body was utterly helpless as the partially regurgitated gryphon wormed into her all by himself – again. Being so easily traversed up and down hurt her newfound pride as a predator, but she couldn't deny the results. And even covered in her gastric juices, he still tasted great – like an omelette, perhaps. An unusual but welcome flavor for her 'breakfast'.
Willingly making his way down her gullet, she got to enjoy watching her belly grow back to its ludicrous size. Beetle's lower paws were plain to see, but Coldmoon's bulge was replaced by a rounder belly on the larger gryphon. Either way, her partner would be filling her up, staying true to his promise.
She let out another burp once her cardiac sphincter closed over his head, with an orange feather flying out from her beak and landing on her chest. It wouldn't stay there for long, as Beetle immediately started moving and moaning. It didn't take much to figure out that he was pleasuring himself.
"M-Mmmf, that's it... So gooood~" She whispered, rubbing over the outline of his head. "Squirm harder for me..."
Per her command, he did as he was told. Rubbing his free paws against her walls, stretching them outward until she could make out the individual pawpads, and causing her to moan as well. Their stomachs gurgled together over their prey, really searing into her the idea that she was, without a doubt, a predator. All thanks to her role model, who was now enjoying a tight stay in her guts.
Foehn wasn't far from another climax already, even though she was unable to reach her pussy. And although it was migration season, she wouldn't quite make the journey to the mating grounds. Even if she could – which was a big if –, her belly wouldn't fit through the doorway like this.
Regardless, she'd already found all she wanted: a rutmate, willing snacks, and a new passion. You wouldn't hear her complain – instead, she'd let out an orgasmic screech.