Chaos for the Fly
 
 
The forest stretched endlessly before Gideon, uncharted territory waiting to be explored. His golden eyes gleamed with curiosity as his claws dug into the soft earth, eager to venture deeper into the emerald canopy. The gryphon was large, for his kind, with gold and cream colored feathers. A proud eagle muzzle, stern and sharp eyed, turned this way and that, as the haunches of a direwolf swayed back and forth with his heavy steps. The size of a shire or a centaur, he commanded the respect that was due his kind.
 
 
He had been searching for a while, and like every other search he had performed since the beginning of his mating season, he was beginning to accept that he just wasn't going to find a partner. He wanted to, of course, but it seemed that he just never found a way to get to them... in time. The only gryphonesses he had found... someone else had found, first. This would likely be his last attempt, before the mating season ended.
 
 
As he thought about such things, his feathers ruffled with anticipation, and he hesitated. Somewhere in the distance lurked dangers untold. His sharp ears twitched at each snap of a branch and rustle of leaves, scanning for threats.
 
 
Self-preservation warred with curiosity as Gideon stood at the threshold of the unknown. The call of adventure sang in his blood, a siren's song he couldn't ignore. With a puff of air through his beak, he plunged into the forest. His paws wove between tangled roots and underbrush, following the twisting path of some unseen beast. The air grew thick and humid, heavy with the scent of moss and fern.
 
 
A low rumbling groan echoed through the trees ahead. Gideon froze in his tracks, paw suspended mid-step. His keen eyes searched the shadows as his heart quickened its pace.
Silence. He continued forward, smelling something sweet, earthy, and musky. Freshly ruptured soil, and something... female. Something large and female. Perhaps another gryphoness...?
Gideon's beak clicked close, a smirk furrowing his brow. He had known this was the right path. He slipped forward, gathering speed as he charged towards the trunks of two slender, sloping trees that formed a V, leaning away from each other. A web of strangling vines formed a sun-web, just thick enough for the gryphon to blast through-
 
 
To the flash of emerald and the snap of jaws. A serpentine form recoiled back from him, massive and shimmering, and Giden leapt back with a startled squawk, feathers ruffling. The creature paused, tilting her head as she studied him through slitted purple eyes.
Gideon's breath caught in his throat. Before him stood a dragon, vivid scales shimmering like polished gems. Power and danger radiated from her in waves, the largest animal could be found in the forest... and the gryphon's natural predator.
 
 
His urge to flee was almost overwhelming, as he stared into those ancient eyes. Gideon knew then that he was no longer the hunter.
 
 
As of right now, he was prey.
 
 
Serenia's gaze raked over Gideon's form, assessing him. He struggled not to squirm beneath the weight of her scrutiny, acutely aware of the differences in their size and strength. A wrong move, a wrong word, and she could snap him up. He could try to flee, but in this deep, dark forest, she would slink between trees that he would have to dodge around. She had every advantage. Every advantage... except one. Dragons, as massive and powerful as they were, were inherently lawful-aligned creatures.
 
 
Gideon dipped his head in a show of respect, golden eyes peering up at her through the fringe of his feathers. He cleared his throat, recalling the magical words to evoke a shield of protection for himself. "Greetings, o dragoness. I mean you no harm." He paused, then quickly continued. "I invoke the Moxfield Charter of Prey Rights, Article 4, Section 2, which states that no animal shall be hunted, killed, or eaten, in whole or in part, without their consent."
 
 
The dragoness let out a thoughtful hum, smoke curling from her nostrils. "You have wandered far from home, little gryphon, and now you stand before a predator, demanding not to be spared? What foolish curiosity drove you to my domain?"
 
 
She raised an eyebrow, regarding him carefully, and he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through his veins. This was a creature of myth and legend, as wild and untamed as the forest she called home. He had dropped himself right into her nesting place, a squawking feathered morsel.
 
 
A flush crept across Gideon's feathers. He couldn't very well admit his true purpose in prowling through an unknown forest. "I come in peace. My name is Gideon Gryphonheart. May I ask yours?"
 
 
She blinked, as if surprised by his boldness. Then her lips curled back, revealing a hint of fang. "I am Serenia Scalesong. You may call me Serenia...if you survive our encounter."
 
 
Gideon's heart lodged in his throat at the implication. Still, he inclined his head once more. "An honor, Lady Serenia." His feathers rustled, his body demanding that he flee, or attack, or play dead. He had felt such a panic before, though, and he had always survived. Maybe not always with dignity intact, but he had survived. He tentatively sank down onto his haunches, and released the breath he'd been holding, aware that, yet again, his life hung in the balance.
 
 
But.
 
 
As Serenia gazed at him, eyes slitted with interest, he couldn't deny the spark of something. Something that thrilled him. Something that was waking up in that deep, proud gryphon heart of his.
 
 
 
 
The more Gideon stared at her, and he could not stop staring at her, the more in danger he became aware that he was in. She was transfixing, his eyes unable to stop drinking in every shifting, muscular coil of her long, relaxed body. She was no common garden snake - she was a massive, mature dragoness. Her serpentine body folded and curled in amongst itself, relaxed and at ease. Gideon could not help but notice how one particular coil of her long body, the one in front of her, just under her smiling muzzle, bulged outwards with some hidden packet. No doubt some dumb cow that had been snapped up into her uncaring jaws.
 
 
Gideon swallowed hard against the dryness in his throat, as the dragoness lifted her muzzle, looming before him. Her emerald scales shimmered with the same inner light as that dappled shadows of the forest. It was soothing, in it's way, making it harder to really place exactly where she was, or how much of her. The gentle fluctuating glow was like a gentle kaleidoscope, which made Gideon's eyes want to droop as his brain 'puzzled' over the pieces. The spines along her back and tail were thick, gleaming daggers that could impale him with ease. Even the sound of Serenia's breathing filled him with dread, a low rumble in her chest that spoke of the fire she could unleash, flames that would consume him whole. Yet beneath the fear, there was a strange fascination. He found himself drawn to her power and the mystery in her ancient, knowing eyes.
 
 
"Well?" Serenia tilted her head, a hint of impatience in her tone. "Are you here for a reason? I asked you why you have come here, or is that silly bird brain incapable of remembering things for longer than a moment?"
 
 
Gideon shook off his hesitation, lifting his gaze to meet hers. "Forgive me. I do mean to refuse your question, I am simply, well... in awe. I did not realize a dragoness of your.. caliber... was in this forest."
 
 
"Flattery will get you nowhere," she said dryly, though her lips quirked with amusement. "Answer my questions, or I'll 'forget' that you invoked the Moxfield charter."
 
 
He balked, stammering at the thought. She could do it, of course. The invocation was only a formality, without a scroll of witness to use while invoking it. He was only spared from certain consumption by her own intrinsic honor. "I am here to find... a mate." He said, licking up over his beaks, suddenly unable to look her in the eyes. "I had heard that there was a gryphoness in this part of the forest."
 
 
"There was," the dragon agreed with him. "I met her several weeks ago." The dragoness rolled onto her side, her belly larger than the barn rafters that Gideon slept in. "I suppose, by now, you've met her as well." She stroked her hand down over her belly, sliding to rest against her shimmering, meaty haunch. She was ... a well fed dragon. Sumptuous would be one word to describe her. Filled out in the right ways. Curvy. Thicc. Despite being a sleeker dragon, her body clearly knew how to handle even the biggest prey, and Gideon? Gideon was big.
 
 
 
 
Gideon found his sheath tightened around his member, as he looked her over. Her words rolled over in his head, like pebbled clattering along the stream of a busy brook. He knew what they meant, but he could not allow himself to think about it, to dwell on the implications. He sighed, realizing that, yet again, he had been a little too late to find a partner. His balls ached in irritation. Still. As saddening as that was, he couldn't... dwell on it. He was here, with the dragoness, now, and he should... make the best of the situation. Perhaps she might even... have a taste for males like himself. The idea wasn't unheard of.
 
 
"Ah, I see. What brings a magnificent beast like yourself to these lands? Surely you didn't come all the way from the mountains of Kolaris, to snack on gryphons." He hoped she hadn't, anyways. It was just as likely that she had.
 
 
"Oh, you know of the mountains of Kolaris?" Serenia gazed into the distance, a note of sorrow in her voice. "Those are no longer my home. The wurm clans are disbanded, and their mountain fortresses have crumbled to ruin. I wander alone now, a free spirit." She blinked, focusing on him once more. "Does that satisfy your curiosity, little gryphon?"
 
 
Gideon swallowed hard, acutely aware of the dragoness looming over him. He searched for something, anything to say that might diffuse the tension. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to pry into painful memories. As a gesture of goodwill, I offer you the hospitality of my aerie, should you wish for shelter or provisions on your journey."
 
 
Serenia let out a gravelly chuckle that shook the ground. "How very gallant of you. But I think we both know your offer comes with...strings attached." She leaned down until her snout nearly touched his, eyes gleaming. "You wish to explore the depths of my knowledge. To discover all my secrets, just as I long to discover.. what you taste like."
 
 
Heat flooded Gideon's nares, as the gryphon shrunk down into himself, wolf tail flicking behind him. He felt wetness, cool and crumbly, against his dick, and looked down to find his maleness hanging out of its sheath. The pleasantly meaty pink shaft rested on the ground, a thickened shaft of desire that was firming up more by the second.
 
 
"There is no shame in desire, little gryphon." Serenia's breath washed over him, scented with sulfur and smoke. "Surrender to your curiosity. Indulge the beast within, as I shall indulge mine."
 
 
A strangled sound escaped him as she ran the tip of her forked tongue along the edge of his ear. He trembled, frozen in place, while his body sang with a mix of fear and arousal. This dragoness could devour him whole if she chose, but she wasn't. He was glad for that, but his shaft grew even harder at the threat that poured from her like morning fog.
 
 
"Ask me your question," Serenia purred, reaching towards him and resting a paw along his flank. Claws rested against his skin. "I know you have one, deep inside you.Do you want to know about my kind? My history? The hidden truths of this world?"
 
 
Gideon swallowed hard, gazing up at her through a haze of desire. "I want to know..." Looking into hers, his eyes glazing over, her visage an entrancing tail of eager lust. "... why do you eat gryphons? Have we offended you?"
 
 
Serenia's eyes gleamed with mirth. "Offended? Oh, no, I find gryphons to be quite the delight. I think you misunderstand me." The dragon stretched, long neck extending further than he had anticipated, with the thick hang of loose flesh around her body. She stood up, and began to encircle him, slowly stepping around the paralyzed gryphon.
 
 
"You see me as some predator, yes? Some heartless predator, stalking through the underbrush for naive, innocent gryphons to trick into my gullet. Is that true? OH, don't bother refusing me. Your anxieties are bright in your mind, gryphon, far brighter than those lurking lusts that keep trying to bubble up between them."
 
 
Gideon swallowed hard as Serenia settled back down, her belly pressed against his back, his tail trapped underneath it. Her fore and hind legs resting on either side of him, her head curling to regard him in this much-more-intimate way. "Wh-what are you... saying?" He asked, his shaft flopping up against his belly with traitorous excitement, his cheeks bright red.
 
 
"Oh, I would have to spell your own brain out to you, wouldn't I? It really is amazing that your kind has lasted as long as it has." She chortled, indulgently. "I've certainly swallowed my share of them." Her belly gurgled, and he could feel the bulk of it twitch and rumble against his rump and lower back, pressed claustrophobically close to him. She touched his chest, her hand as wide as he was, long fingers stroking the full breadth and length of his upper torso with that slow stroke. "But I've never hunted them."
 
 
"Of c-course you've hunted them, gryphons are... strong." He looked up at her, feeling loose and dizzy, like he wasn't on the ground anymore. "Powerful. Noble."
 
 
"Gryphons are thirsty. Greater than any other desire they have, is the desire to be a meal for a dragon," she corrected him. "I've never had to hunt them, because every time I've met one, they've fed themselves to me. Eagerly. I can tell you want to. You've been avoiding thinking about it, about what's making you so hard, but I can see exactly what you're thinking about. And, my oh my, you are a kinky one."
 
 
Gideon whimpered, more panicked now than when he just thought he was going to be eaten. She could see... his thoughts? The thoughts he wasn't letting himself see? But-but, that's not fair!
 
 
"Of course it's fair," she chided him. "Just because you hide what you really want from yourself, doesn't mean you can hide it from me. I know you came here, hoping for... sex? But not really... you didn't get ~excited~ until you smelled me. Not a gryphoness.. a dragoness. You smelled danger, and your member throbbed."
 
 
Panic and longing warred within Gideon as Serenia's claws traveled down his chest. He strained against her grip, heartbeat quickening. "Release me! I am not consenting to this!"
 
 
"Not yet, little gryphon, " she said, lifting her fingers away from him, one at a time. "But you will. You gryphons always come around to realizing just how badly you ~want~ to be swallowed. Devoured. Digested. You crave it. Don't worry, though. I'm patient. I'll help you..." Serenia's tongue flicked out, tracing the line of his jaw. "to discover what you really are."
 
 
She paused, and his chest tightened in anticipation as her lips tightened, moving to his ear, and whispering a single word.
 
 
"Meat."
 
 
Gideon shuddered, torn between fear and realized, unwanted desire. Serenia sensed his reaction and let out a throaty chuckle. "Your body betrays you, gryphon. However much you protest, you crave my touch." One finger remained touching his chest, and it slid down, to rub in a slow, accusing circle around his soft belly. Every hackle from his haunches to his shoulders, and up the back of his neck, raised as she caressed him in such a vulnerable spot.
 
 
"No," Gideon gasped, even as his body responded to her caresses. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the hot flush of his embarrassment, ears pulled back tightly as his cock bounced up to rub against her knuckles. He could walk away. He just needed to walk away, he just needed to turn around-
 
 
"Look at me." Her command allowed no refusal. Gideon's eyes opened and he gazed up into two dragon eyes that glowed with hunger and triumph. "You cannot escape your curiosity, or your lust. I'm not judging you for your desires. I only demand that you accept them, and give in to them. For me." She leaned in, her nose stroking up along his chest, along his throat. Her tongue curled against his beak, and then she was kissing him.
 
 
Serenia claimed his mouth, her eyes close to his own, the intensity of her stare dissolving all protests and anxieties. He could feel the foundation of everything, what was right and what was wrong, melting away as he melted into the embrace of the coil of her body. Gideon groaned, unable to resist her allure. His panic, his protests, his fear was consumed by a blaze of desire as potent as any dragon's fire.
 
 
When Serenia finally released him, Gideon could only stare at her, chest heaving. He knew then he was doomed, caught in the dragoness's snare as surely as any prey. But he found he no longer cared.
 
 
"What is it you want of me?" he rasped, longing and loathing in his tone. He knew already, he needed to hear it though, he couldn't bear to hear it.
 
 
Serenia's smile was slow and predatory. "Everything. This is the natural order of things." She shifted against him, her body flexing and curling, gripping around and squeezing along his own. It was like he was already inside her, and it made his cock throb, embarrassingly hard. Her eyes narrowed, her smile tightening. "You want to surrender, because you are prey. Come on, why don't you say it with me? Say 'I am your prey'."
 
 
His beak dropped open, and he heard himself saying the words along with her. It was as if he was caught in a rut on the side of the road, walking alongside himself but unable to pull himself out of the transfixation that she had cursed him with.
 
 
"But..." he struggled to say, and her eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. "I do not consent to being devoured... no matter... how nice it might feel."
 
 
"You will, though. Your body yearns for it. Every gryphon's body does." She opened her mouth then, and Gideon gasped as she revealed herself to him. Tongue sinuously extending, curling lazily around his neck, a long slender snake tongue at the end but thicker, more muscular further in. Her maw darkened, but his sharp eyes could pick out every line, every contour of the back of her mouth, and that dark red pit that waited for him there.
 
 
Her tongue didn't tighten, but it stroked upwards, along the back of his neck, like a hand gently guiding his head forward. He whined, softly, mostly to himself, and leaned in. She didn't need to urge very firmly, which was itself humiliating, but he couldn't stop himself from responding to it. He lifted up one forepaw, then the other, bracing them against her massive lower fangs, at the creases where the fangs met. Each fang was about as long as his head and neck together, with painfully sharp tips. He realized that she was probably right... a dragon that had to fight for its meals would have chipped, dulled fangs. Hers were pristine. As if she'd never once needed to use them.
 
 
How had his head already slipped into her mouth? He was pushing against the jaws, but he was leaning into her as well. His balls tightened against his body, as he fought not to push himself in. He could feel his back paws, though. They were pushing at the ground, inexorably pushing him inwards, despite how he tried to restrain himself.
 
 
"It's not... FAIR... that this is so hot!" he whimpered, as her hot breath streamed past him. He was only going to be able to do this once, and he wanted it to count.
 
 
So why was he fighting it? He wanted to be swallowed. He was terrified, of course, the deep dark part of his brain trying to warn him, trying to tell him that this would be the END of him if he did this. Exhilarated, he realized that he no longer cared.
 
 
He faltered.
 
 
And that was enough.
 
 
He felt her belly tighten its coils around him, nudging him in, and his haunches lifted up, fattened, knotted wolf cock swinging heavily beneath him, dripping and ready to sink into the hot wet snatch of a gryphoness. This would do, though, in a pinch. His forepaws folded, paws sliding up over the sharp tines, and he realized that she wasn't even pushing down over him.
 
 
She was holding her mouth open, and she was nudging with her coils, but he was doing the heavy lifting. His dick dripped, his cheeks burned, and he stretched his forelegs out in front of him, pushing them down the long, sinuous, sensually rippling stretch of her tongue. His paws extended past the tongue, into the darkness. The way to her belly - the way to his end.
 
 
No. This was too much. He couldn't do this. He pushed at her tongue, to lift himself up. Her tongue shifted, sliding against his belly, curling past his cock and pushing up against his nuts. The caress, slick and rough at the same time, inflamed him. He hunched against it, even as he tried to turn around. His head thumped into the top of her maw, and she grunted around him, her voice billowing out from that deep throat, but now he was humping against her tongue and not trying to escape.
 
 
Goddammit. His hind paws danced, pushing forward, digging claws into the earth and grinding wolf hips against her pleasant tongue. He had humped a wet blanket, draped over a hay bale, once, and it had felt similar. It was not... enough.... to get eaten over.
 
 
But he couldn't stop. He pushed and ground, and he felt his head being pushed down, his shoulders too, as the back of her maw slipped around his beak. There were... complicated organs here, fleshy tubules that felt hot to the touch. He squirmed feeling the bloated sacs trace along the back of his neck, and down his spine.
 
 
She lifted up - his feet scrabbling into the air now, as she stood up with a gryphon halfway into her throat. He was definitely in there now, the terror of what lay deeper mingling with the exultation of his imminent end.
 
 
His shoulders and barrel shaped chest slotted down into her throat, his legs straightening out as his cock and nuts were tenderly lifted up over the danger of those sharp fangs. They scraped, digging into the meat of his rump instead, and Gideon squawked. The pain briefly brought him out of his trance, his fixation on going down, and he realized that.. he was being eaten.
 
 
He was a meal, now, not a gryphon. He was going to be dragon fat.
 
 
And with that, quietly, and with nobody in the world save for Serenia to realize, the gryphon came. Gideon's lusts dripped in long spurting ripples along her tongue as she gulped against him, pulling him down into her throat. Her powerful esophagus was snug, but not tight. She had ... probably eaten bigger, in the past. The hot gland at the back of her throat pressed against his buttocks, and he realized how far inside of her he was.
 
 
There was no way to get out, no escape for him now. The slick, hot, snug tomb of her belly was closer with every inch. He felt the scent of her gullet shift, from sulfur and spit to ... bile, slick and sweet and sour at the same time. He pressed into her belly, the gryphon yelping as he felt himself crammed against the muscular sphincter. And then it opened, and he was injected inside of her.
 
 
The fluffed out bit of wolf tail slid past her tongue, two clenching wolf paws splayed and twitching as they disappeared down the back of Serenia's throat and out of sight.
 
 
The dragon could feel the silly gryphon as he took his dip down into her stomach, the muscular sack shifting and acclimating to the sudden bulk of a full grown male gryphon. He was in there, squirming, his hind paws and tail still stuck in her throat. She turned, distended belly swooshing through the air, swinging like an overfilled hammock as she trundled away from the site, towards the river. She was not a cruel dragoness; if the gryphon was having some trouble with letting go of his body, and surrendering it entirely to her, she could help with a couple deep draughts of river water. Gryphons WERE very durable creatures, but very few of them could breath water.
 
 
He was a feisty one. Still squirming, shifting, but his feet had slid into place. Loosely curled up into a lozenge shape, coated and smeared in her enzymes and acids, his beautiful plumage and powerful muscles would do nothing to protect him.
 
 
Soon, he would be mated with the female gryphoness... in a way. Not the way he had expected, most likely, but the fat and muscle that he could become, she had already helped become herself. So in a way.. they were kind of married! Until she dieted, in the winter. Then, there would be nothing left of the two gryphons.
 
 
Down below, her meal had gone still. The proud gryphon was now just another bulge. Bigger gryphons like him would move through her faster - there was so much more for her hungry, muscular system to grip as it kneaded and pushed. Who knows, she ruminated with a small smile. Perhaps he would get to meat that female gryphon, while he was inside her. Or, rather, what was left of her.
 
 
He was still there, but no longer fighting, his mind finally succumbed to it's face. Gideon had learned to welcome his end, and what it meant for him. Gryphons were remarkably adept at that. He had given her his body, and in turn, she would take good care of the body he had helped make.
Who knows, perhaps when she was bred by a male dragon, and had laid her clutch, he would be reborn. Only as a far superior dragon, rather than some silly feather brained hybrid. It would be an upgrade!