"Sigh..." whispered out of the gryphon's beak.
This wasn't the kind of hangout that Beetle had been expecting. Lying on the ground, the orange loaf looked up at Sam, who was sitting on his gaming chair. When he thought he'd look forward to a program, he didn't expect the mimic to spend the whole afternoon literally programming!
"It's been too long!" The gryphon complained, watching the hybrid's canine tail sticking out from the gap of his chair.
"Just a bit longer", the briefcase-headed anthro replied. "I'm almost done."
Beetle grumbled. He was dying of boredom, and the mimic should've been inside of his belly hours ago...!
From the back of his briefcase face, Sam took a peek at the distraught purple eyes of the big orange feral. "Look, you barged in here on your own while I was busy. You should've found someone else to bother."
"You're no fun, Sammy! Maybe I should have."
He pouted, staring at that fluffy white-tipped tail that swished slightly now. Taunting him. He wouldn't take a 'no' from his prey...!
Parting his yellow beak, he quickly chomped on the maned wolf's tail. Sam yelped in surprise – he wasn't hurt, just unexpectedly feeling wet at the tip of his limb. The half-bird hybrid continued to toothlessly monch up his silky tail, though he wouldn't get very far with the chair between them.
Sam shook his rectangular head. "Bird brain", he muttered to himself.
But the gryphon was undeterred. Despite all of the fluff, Sam's tail was pretty thin, and easy enough to fit into the big beak. The mimic's lime pie-flavored appendage already brushed against the purple flesh, soaking saliva and losing volume.
Slurping and swallowing, he kept going until his hard beak reached the back of Sam's gaming chair. This was as far as he'd go, Sam thought, since the seat was too large for Beetle to devour. The busy mimic paid him no mind, entertaining his shenanigans in order to get his work done.
However, the gryphon was of a different mind. His beak opened wide, each bony jaw aligning with the back and the bottom of the chair respectively. His leonine forepaws reached the leathery arms, holding the wheeled furniture still as he brought his throat as close to the base of Sam's tail as he could.
As the mimic paid no mind to the saliva all over his tail, a sharp 'crack' disturbed his focus. The back of his seat shifted weirdly, and perhaps even more strangely, Beetle had been quiet for over a minute now.
"What are you d–?"
Suddenly, the back of Sam's chair collapsed on him, forcing his body forward. Another unpleasant 'rip' and 'cronch' tested his flexibility, his belly quickly pinned to his thighs as the ergonomic chair smooshed him into a Sam-dwich.
"H-Hey! My chair...!"
The only reply from Beetle was a resounding 'gulp!'. With his powerful beak crushing the furniture, and his throat gripping Sam's tail tight, he had all the leverage to pull the chair and its occupant further into his maw.
"Beetle, s-stop!"
Although he couldn't really taste much of the mimic outside of his tail, the gryphon kept running his tongue against the bottom of Sam's half-destroyed chair, lubricating it and making it easier to gobble down. He could see the briefcase of the frantic anthro, who was helplessly pinned between his beak. Bringing his body back, he raised his crested head and tossed his prey up, using gravity to aid in devouring the ruined furniture.
As the humid warmth crept up his body, all that Sam could move was his digitigrade feet, flailing them uselessly as the greedy gryphon pointed his curled body towards the ceiling. His toes accidentally tapped at his keyboard, outputting gibberish to the screen as the pressure from Beetle's jaws increased with each swallow.
The gryphon's grape breath reached the overwhelmed Sam's chemoreceptors. His torso sunk back faster than his legs, slipping deeper in any Manner it could, as the chair's wheels got snagged to the predator's chin.
The sharp tip of Beetle's beak tapped at a hard surface – the metal on Sam's head. Careful not to crush him like his chair, he gave another powerful swallow, his throat accommodating more of his snack as the maned wolf's fluffy ears were pressed against the rugged palate. The upper half of his quarry was all in his maw or deeper, leaving not much of him – and his chair – left to go.
With a grumbling stomach eager to be filled, he tossed the mimic's feet again into the air, easing the chair into his mouth to avoid choking on the inedible hazard. Legs, both organic and inorganic, slowly slipped past the threshold of his lips, the inflexible metal of the seating clearly the toughest one to swallow. He had to push it down with one of his paws, his body clearly disagreeing on what constitutes as food in this situation.
As muffled complaints came from his feathery neck, Beetle widened his jaws even more to slip one of the plastic wheels onto his tongue. This was going to be a challenge to get down, but he had an infamous reputation of not giving up. The nearly-crushed mimic was already well on the way to his stomach, and the bulges his chair made down his neck and chest were nothing to scoff at.
With great stubbornness, the gryphon forced the rotating base into his maw, trying to fit it into his widening jaws together with Sam's feet – who he'd nearly forgotten about by now. The hard structure just wasn't made to bend as easily as the back of the chair, forcing Beetle to spread his beak in order to fit the whole circumference as it painstakingly slipped towards his esophagus.
Eventually, after a few good minutes, the last of the chair passed through the bird's tonsils, entering the stretchier throat, which wasted no time sending it down the chute. Sam's struggles had barely been perceptible so far, and continued to be so as he was funneled down past the gryphon's crop and straight into his stomach. The wheels that gave him so much trouble pressed out from his neck on their descent, a couple of well-defined bulges that persisted as the whole mass finally settled in his sagging midriff.
"Haah... haaah... urp."
The panting gryphon quickly rolled onto his back, feline paws raised as he admired the solid outlines in his cream-hued belly. He kneaded it, earning more muffled complaints from the mimic trapped snug in his destroyed chair. The bulges looked and felt so rough and artificial, accentuating how Beetle had just eaten something he shouldn't have.
"Hehe", the gryphon giggled. "I have no idea how I'm gonna spit that out!"