The dim light of a campfire crackles in the forest clearing. Silent-Hunter sits by his tent, having come with a few others on a trip to the woods. Essentially he'd come birdwatching, tagging along with a group that was trying to find evidence of some giant avian that had been sighted nearby. A few claimed it was a harpy, others said it was a rare breed of hawk, bigger than any other. Silent didn't much care either way, the kinky alien coming up to meet whatever it was, and... as these things often ended, to churn away in its stomach.
 The alien wanders off from the group as the rest fall asleep. He suspected such a rare beast would hunt at night, or others would've spotted him long ago. "Erm... hello?" Silent calls out. "Birdie? Biiiiiirdiiiieee?" How was he supposed to call something nobody could prove existed, anyway? "Gryphon-thing?!" he chuckles, having fun with the absurdity of it now. Hopefully he wouldn't wake up the entire forest and get wolfed down by some other predator first.
 "Weird alien thing with too many limbs trotting through the woods alooooone at niiiight?" a voice from above mocks, giving a chirping giggle as a noisy flutter of wings fills the air. A slender, gold-feathered bird lands before him, standing almost as tall as him on its two, massive talons.
 "Um, hello!" Silent greets, blushing a little at the sight of the thing. He was cute indeed! "Erm... are you a hawk?" he puzzles, the bipedal bird looking like nothing he was too familiar with. "Maybe a harpy..."
 "A gryphon, actually," the bird nods with a chuckle. "Aerie-Gryph, best and cutest hunter in all the lands!" he giggles. "And you're part of that noisy group stomping all over these woods trying to get a look at me."
 Silent shakes his head. "N-No, this one just tagged along with them, really wanting to see you for himself, away from all them."
 "Heh, good for you. I was gonna sneak into camp and eat one of them tonight," the gryphon snickers, licking his beak as he stares past Silent at the dim light of the camp beyond the trees. "Well, been nice meeting ya, but this bird is hungry!" Aerie flaps his wings, ready to take off.
 "Wait! Don't eat them!" Silent pleads. The gryphon rolls his eyes, expecting some argument about how eating humans was wrong. He'd heard it all before. "I-I think there's better food out here than them," Silent continues. "L-Like this one, for instance..." he blushes, averting his gaze from the rather curious bird. "You could eat--"
 "Um... what?" the gryphon interrupts, bursting out laughing. "You WANT me to eat you?"
 "Yes! This one is delicious!" Silent nods. "A-And very filling, and... wonders what it's like being in your stomach," he admits.
 The gryphon tilts his head. He was serious, apparently. "Weeeelll, apparently my stomach is hot, and cramped... disgusting, too, my prey likes to throw that word around a lot. Always complaining 'No, I don't want to be gryphon food!', and eventually giving up 'cause my stomach is too strong," he giggles. "And then they break down, swirl around for awhile, and plop out the other end a few hours later!"
 Silent purrs with excitement, the gryphon's silly speech arousing him a little. "Y-Yes, that's what this one wants," he nods. "So if you'll just..." the alien steps forward, the gryphon opening his beak obediently to let him gaze inside. The sight of all that slick mawflesh, glistening with drool is enough to confirm what he wanted, Silent nuzzling his head inside. The thick stench of birdbreath was almost choking, but infinitely arousing. What a lovely body he'd be contributing to~
 Aerie simply shrugs, seizing the willing meal in the powerful grip of his wings, eagerly slurping over his face, bathing it in hot, sticky bird-drool. This thing was indeed delicious, whatever it was! But he didn't intend to savor his meal, gulping quickly and sending his head down his slimy gullet, the avian's throat prepared to stretch as much as need be to accommodate his meal. He attempts to hoist the vanguard up into his beak and resume gulping, finding him terribly heavy. "Erm... maybe you can climb in a little," the gryphon almost gags, kneeling down in the grass, Silent nudging his way deeper inside, purring with delight as the slobbering flesh squeezes and ripples around his body.
 With both sides equally eager to stuff the gryphon's belly, it doesn't take long for Silent to wriggle his way in, his body stretching out as a heavy, lumping bulge in the gryphon's feathers as he shlurks down. "Oh, geez, you're a lot heavier than you look," Aerie chuckles, flopping back in the grass and cradling the weight in his belly beneath his wings.
 "Mm, this one forgot to mention that," Silent chuckles, trying his best to curl up in the contorting tightness of the avian's gut. "But this one assures you he'll break down nicely," the alien churrs, tucking in his limbs and rounding out the bulge a little nicer. Aerie does one better, letting out a thunderous belch, a solid-second of air erupting from his belly, squishing down his eager meal. Strong as he was, Silent couldn't move anymore if he tried, making him rather helpless when the acids start to poor in. "Nnnf, your stomach works fast..." he moans, struggling to bring a limb between his legs and 'enjoy' his last few minutes, doing his best to at least rub against the slimy walls as the acids coat his skin.
 "Oh yes, forgot to mention," Aerie giggles. "Should have you churned up rather soon, and be letting you out in a matter of hours," the gryphon blushes, quite looking forward to it. He'd never had his beak around such a big meal that didn't insist on giving him indigestion.
 "H-Heheh, this one hopes you enjoy that part," Silent winces, already gasping for air. He'd expire fairly soon, not a doubt in his mind that this little adventure had been worth it. Aerie was a delightfully cute bird, worth feeding again if their paths should cross.
 "Always do!" Aerie blushes. "Nothing like a good shit, right?" Silent attempts to agree, acids surging down his open throat, causing him to cough and gag. The bitter, stinging flavor was horrible, yet terrifically arousing. He'd be sliding out the gryphon's tail-end soon~
 Aerie shrugs, knowing his meal was nearing its end, forcing up another belch to steal the last of his air. Silent flounders for a time, completely immersed in thick, digesting ooze, his body rapidly sloshing apart in the gryphon's belly. A few gurgling gasps rumble out from his gut, and then peaceful silence. "Ahh... good prey," the avian smirks, giving a patronizing pat on his belly. He couldn't sleep yet, not while Silent continued to churn and rip apart. His flesh melted through, organs and bones spilling messily into the sloshing goop, everything that Silent was quickly reducing to disgusting chyme, save for his bones and tusks, and a few other solid bits.
 The gryphon could surely digest those if he felt like lazing around for a few more hours. The rest of the sludge seeping into his intestines was all the prompting he needed to stand shakily on his talons, bracing himself with a claw against a tree. "Urk--" he grunts, his stomach compressing the indigestible bits, crunching and matting them together with remnants of the thick slop. The entire solid mass squeezes up his gullet, Aerie nearly gagging on the log-shaped pellet as it slides across his tongue, splatting down into the bushes. The stench of digestion was strong, though there's no doubt that the other bits of Silent slopping through his bowels would smell much worse.
 It wasn't long before the time came, Aerie barely managing a nap before Silent's remains prodded him awake, pressing heavily in his colon. "Yeah yeah, I'm waking..." the gryphon yawns lazily, practically clawing his way up a tree into a squatting position, sleepily lifting his tail and giving a squeeze. The thick, mushy crap stretches his hole pleasantly wide, Silent's remains squishing out of his bowels and coiling in the dirt like soft-serve. The stench is impressive indeed, the gryph expecting nothing less from a process that rendered the alien from a living being to a filthy pile in a matter of hours. Even though his body had taken plenty from his meal, he was impressed with the sheer load that the vanguard had become. A shame he never found out what he was, or where he could find more like him...
 "Urg--" Aerie grunts, finally more or less standing awake, pressing out more of the mushy scat, the last few splodges plopping down on the steaming pile, not one solid bit marring the creamy mass of gryphshit. All that was sitting a few feet away in the bushes, Aerie smirked, turning and gazing down at the mess, taking aim as his cock poked from its sheath, and letting loose a powerful splash of musky piss. "Ahhh... best part," he mutters to himself, the overwhelming relief of dumping a few dozen pounds of prey flooding his body as he looses his stream, slowly winding down to a trickle. Then he was done, nothing left for the gryph to enjoy but the victorious scent of his digested prey. He moves swiftly among the trees, figuring he could still pick off one or two of the campers before dawn...