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The humid rain was bad, but the wet, marshy ground was worse. Shale's wide feline paws weren't made for mud, the snow-leopard gryphon sinking into the muck with every step. His feathers were wet, his fur was soaked, and his legs and paws were matted with sticky, warm mud. Thunder rumbled overhead, the gryphon wincing as he shifted his wing. The sprain was sharp; he should have known better than to fly in such a storm. As much as he hated the swamp, ending up blown into the soft muck had saved the gryphon's life. He had escaped the crash landing with only minor bruises, ruffled feathers, and a sprained wing. Even the sprain wasn't that bad, it was just enough that the gryphon couldn't fly. Instead, he was stuck wading through the warm, wet swamp, looking for shelter.

The mire was vast, the gryphon could see no more than a few yards in any direction. Fog, and steam rose up around him with every step he made. The stink of rotting vegetation and swamp gasses stuck to the gryphon, invaded his nostrils with the stench of methane and sulfur. Shale skirted a puddle, its surface thick with slimy green algae. The summer rain kept some of the muck from coating Shale, the downpour slowly making the mud more and more liquid. Shale could feel his legs sinking deeper and deeper with every step. His fluffy, red-and-gray mottled fur clung to his skin, making the muddy, battered gryphon look quite pitiful.

The swamp felt empty, desolate. Rotten, skeletal trees jutted from the mire at crazy angles, like crooked fangs. Shale could hear no wildlife, and the billowing black thunderheads obscured the sun and sky, making the summer afternoon feel more like dusk. The curtains of rain showed no signs of stopping, sheeting down furiously upon the surface of the watery muck.

Shale took a step, and this time his foot sunk deeper than ever. His chest dunked into the water, the lukewarm mess sucking at his leg. Shale squawked, his other legs bracing as he pushed on what little solid ground he could find, trying to pull himself free of the sucking mire. As he struggled, he could have sworn he felt the ground beneath his feet ripple and shudder as though a living thing. With a massive grunt, the gryphon yanked his leg free at last, but the ground under his hindlegs definitely shifted. Shale toppled over backward with a cry of dismay as he lost his balance. With a plopping splash, the gryphon flopped belly up into the thick mud, feeling it give around his wings and immediately suck back into place around them. The sticky muck clung to him, warm, stinking, and wet. All four of Shale's legs were in the air now, his back and wings stuck in the mire. Worse, something was certainly moving under the mud.

Fear gripped the gryphon, Shale panting as he tried to wriggle free from the clinging slime. All he succeeded in doing was getting himself more engulfed, the watery muck acting like quicksand in the rain. As the gryphon lay trapped, a short distance away, the mud and slime bulged upward like a hill. Dead vegetation and muck sluiced off of the strange mound in the rain, and shale watched as a broad, flat head appeared from the muck. Large, membranous eyes stared at the trapped gryphon above a massive maw framed by several thick, fleshy barbels. Two large, webbed feet appeared on the surface of the mud, and with a smooth push, extracted a long, slimy body from the liquidy muck. The creature was massive, a long, gray brown body accented with large, fin-like fans along its flanks, and down its spine. A few patches of color, like blotches of greenish ink, showed along that scaleless body. They glowed dimly in the half-light of the storm. The beast appeared to be some combination of eel, catfish, salamander and dragon. Worse, it approached Shale, and began to speak.

"Well, well now, I certainly did not expect to be trod on in this weather!" it said, the voice that came from its mouth wet sounding and deep, distinctly male. The swamp dragon moved smoothly over and through the muck, completely unhindered by the sucking slime. His bulk seemed to float on the surface despite his size. "Are you lost, little birdy?" he asked, that huge, cavernous mouth quirking in a predatory smile.

Shale was far from small himself, the gryphon almost the size of a horse. This dragon was three times Shale's size, however. Shale gaped, still trapped in the mud.

"N-no!" he squawked, his voice cracking with his nerves. "I-I mean...perhaps...I was flying, and this storm blew up. I fell here and...and hurt my wing."

"Aww, how unfortunate!" the dragon replied, seemingly horrified. He circled his bulk around the trapped mammal, looking down at him. "And now look, stuck in the mud just like a fly trapped in a spider's web...tsktsk. Such ill luck!"

Shale gulped. "I...I'm just trying to find my way out of the swamp...sir." he offered, gesturing fruitlessly with his paws at his situation. "Perhaps...if you'd be so kind, you could help me out of this mud. I...I'll be on my way..."

"Oh don't worry, little birdy, I will help you," the huge swamp dragon chuckled, and with a smooth, splashless dive, the dragon disappeared beneath the mud. Shale felt something slide and wriggle beneath him, and then begin pushing his body toward the surface. He flailed his legs, trying to right himself, and eventually managed to pull his body and wings free of the muck. His feathers were filthy, stuck together and crushed. His sprained wing ached. The gryphon got to his feet, awkwardly. The ground was only semi-solid, but he tried to quickly make some distance away from the swamp dragon. He had not resurfaced.

Shale made it a dozen yards, and still the dragon was nowhere to be seen. He struggled onwards, pushing himself through the mud and starting to notice that the ground was getting slowly more solid. His heart pounding, Shale kept going, noticing more and more with every passing second the dragon had not reappeared. His fear was replaced with cautious optimism. Perhaps he had been a benevolent swamp lord after all.

Suddenly, Shale's paws hit wet grass. The edge of the marshes had sneaked up on him, the gryphon stumbling as his legs adjusted to the abrupt change in consistency. He panted, welcoming the rain that now worked to wash some of the mud from his fur and wings. Shale flopped onto his side, exhausted. Even under the sluicing downpour, the gryphon felt relief to be out of the swamps.

A few moments later, what Shale had thought was a nearby log, suddenly moved. The gryphon jumped, squawking, as the 'log' resolved itself to be the massive, camouflaged dragon. Like a bucket of snow run-off, Shale felt that fear return to his gut like ice.

"Oh! You...you're here," he chirruped, trying to sound anything but terrified. The swamp dragon let out a burbling chuckle as he rounded on Shale.

"Oh yes, I am here. I pointed you to the edge of my domain. It only seems right to ensure you made it to solid ground safely, don't you think?" he said, again that broad mouth twitching in an off-putting smile.

"Well...I thank you, sir," Shale offered, lamely. He struggled to his feet, beginning to slowly back away from the dragon. "But...I really must find shelter. Must tend to my wings, you know. Feathers all bent, sprained. I appreciate your help."

"Oh come now, what's your hurry?" the dragon retorted, his long, four-legged body slithering over the wet ground as smoothly as it had the watery muck. Shale would find his escape cut off as the dragon curled his lengthy body around him in a circle, like a palisade. Or a gaol. "I imagine you're so tired, little birdy. Wouldn't you like to rest awhile longer?" the dragon cajoled, his face lowering until he was eye to eye with Shale. The gryphon found his eyes caught by the dragon's gaze, and a bizarre feeling washed over him. Lethargy, as warm and sticky as the swamp mud, dripped over every muscle in Shale's body. The feeling was so strong that the gryphon's legs bowed, eventually buckling him to the ground.

"See? You're so tired you can barely stand, poor thing! Let old Elrad help you," the swamp dragon soothed, his voice flowing over Shale. The gryphon's canine-like ears twitched, and his eyes drooped. Elrad kept speaking.

"Soo tired, soo weak...poor little birdy," he said, his voice strangely singsong. "But old Elrad knows, yes. He can smell it. Hear it in that hot, hot blood..."

Shale shuddered. The dragon's words kindled his belly like a spark, the gryphon feeling the spreading warmth of arousal coursing through his gut. "Wh-what?" he managed, his beak feeling heavy.

"Oh yes, I know what a pretty mammal like you wants," Elrad continued, his body moving around Shale. The gryphon felt the swamp dragon's smooth, slimy body brush over him, push him over onto his back. His sprained wing didn't hurt anymore. Elrad was on top of him now, the huge dragon's bulk looming. Shale felt that lust in his belly swell, and between his haunches, his muddy, wet sheath bulged and swelled. "Ooooh..." Shale moaned.

"Handsome one, you are, yes," Elrad chuckled. "My swamp is oh so very lonely, you know. It is not every day such a pretty meal steps on me."

Shale's cock twinged, stiffening swiftly as the swamp dragon's words dripped into his ears like honey. "I barely rolled you, and already I can feel your body surging. This is what you wanted, isn't it? Perhaps, not what you expected this day, but you wanted it nonetheless."

Shale swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. The words rose to his tongue like bubbles to the surface of water. "Yes...oh yes...please..." he murmured. "I...want it...I've always wanted it..."

Elrad chuckled. "Oh I know, I know. And have it you shall, little birdy."

Shale felt the dragon shift, his smooth belly rubbing over the gryphon's hot-blooded cock which was now standing at a solid full mast between his legs. The gryphon's prick was ebony black, tapering, a pair of fuzzy white balls sagging wet and warm beneath it. Elrad's body was cool and slick, tantalizing the gryphon's stiff dick as it slid over it. Shale squirmed, feeling his cock throb harder and harder. He moaned. Suddenly, something cool and slick, tapering, prodded under his balls, up to the warm, tight orifice below them. Shale's legs kicked against the dragon's flanks, the size of just that tapering, pointed tip making the gryphon's eyes bug. "Oh, yes, oh gods, yes, please..." he babbled, his head swimming. Somehow he knew he should have been afraid, should have been ashamed, but the dragon's words, his gaze, they had buried his survival instincts deep. In its place, was a deep, abiding lust and need that Shale knew had always been there. The dragon had just dug it up to the forefront of his mind.

Elrad's powerful, short legs flexed, and Shale felt the tip of his cock pierce his rump. The gryphon shuddered happily, cooing like a dove as the dragon penetrated him. Elrad was huge, of course, but the mind-rolled gryphon felt absolutely nothing but pleasure as the dragon's slimy, smooth shaft spread his hole wide around its gradually-increasing girth. Shale found his legs moving upward, the dragon's body rolling his own forward and putting his backside at a better position for the larger beast to properly hump. Shale found his own dick bumping his beak, bent double under the swamp dragon's belly. His eyes rolled in pleasure, gut feeling full as the dragon buried as much of his prick in Shale as he could.

"Nnngh! Nnngh! Nnnngh!" Shale grunted as the dragon fucked him, the thrusts driving the breath from his lungs as he pressed down on the contorted gryphon. Shale's legs were spread out to either side of Elrad's body, waggling limply as the dragon screwed him. Shale's cock pulsed, drooling precum down onto his beak. He watched his nuts jostling above his upside-down cock and warbled. "Oh fuck...fuck...Oh fuck you're so big!" Shale chirped, his eyes rolling. Elrad grunted, grinning, fucking away like a freight train. His bulky hips bucked and thrust, rolling into Shale with smooth savagery. His long, finned tail swayed in the grass behind him, balancing his long body's momentum.

"Such an eager hen!" the dragon chuckled, pumping his cock into Shale with a few circular grinds. Shale groaned happily under him, squashed almost flat on dragon cock.

"Yes! Yes I am, fuck me, please! I'll lay your eggs!" Shale squawked, gasping as the swamp dragon continued to thrust. His hole stretched and narrowed around that tapering, strangely curved cock. It mashed his prostate over and over again, driving drooling precum out to stick to Shale's beak.

"Mmm, you mammals are so warm," Elrad rumbled, the dragon huffing as he slammed his cock into the gryphon harder. Shale vaguely thought his spine was going to snap, or his hips were going to pop out of joint at any moment. The thought only made his cock harder. He found his back skidding on the wet grass, and Elrad hissed as the gryphon slipped off of his cock.

"Bah!" the dragon grunted, irritably. He quickly rolled onto his back and with his large, webbed feet, dragged Shale up onto his belly. The gryphon found himself manipulated back onto that mud-colored draconic cock, this time sitting up with his legs spread across Elrad's slick underbelly. The dragon's underside was a pale yellowish color, and it made the gryphon's bouncing black cock stand out sharply against the smooth skin. Shale's eyes bulged, the gryphon's back arching. Gravity carried his rump ever deeper down the dragon's prick, his prostate utterly squashed by the wide base of Elrad's shaft. Shale's cock splurted a slimy rope of precum into the air, the hot fluid spattering Elrad's belly.

"Hah, there you go, little birdy," the dragon teased. "Right where you belong, straddling my fat cock."

"Oh fuck, yes, this is where I belong! I need your cock, mighty dragon," Shale crowed, pushing himself down on the dragon until he was sure that cock was going to tear him asunder. The pressure on his prostate was too much, the gryphon's rigid shaft flexing up to slap his belly. Shale's balls churned, the gryphon letting out a pleasured shriek as his prick pulsed and began to squirt. Thick white ropes of gryphon cum launched uselessly into the air, splattering his wet feathers and raining down on Elrad's belly.

The swamp dragon groaned, the clenching tightness of the gryphon's innards around his prick was too much for him as well. He grabbed Shale's chest, and with both webbed feet he shoved the gryphon slit-deep on his cock. Shale warbled crazily, his penis still shooting, eyes crossed in his head in the humiliating overload of pleasure. He distantly heard Elrad bellow, and felt the sudden gushing flood of draconic spunk pour into him. It was so much, so fast, that his belly swelled under the mighty flow. If he were a hen, surely he would be knocked up with a clutch by the amount of potent dragon seed that was pulsing into him. He trembled, his own orgasm starting to dwindle, but his rigid ebony spire didn't soften.

Elrad's ejaculation continued for awhile, the dragon filling Shale's gut until the gryphon was sure he could taste dragon cum. Eventually, however, the tension ebbed out of the dragon's smooth body, replaced by pleasant afterglow. He burbled happily, leaving Shale impaled on his cock as he let the majority of his body sag onto the grass beneath him. A few quiet, rainy moments passed, before the dragon sat up. Shale was still stuck on his cock, the gryphon exhausted and utterly well fucked. A stupid, goofy grin was plastered over his beak like his own cum.

"Well now, pretty birdy, that was quite the romp," Elrad chuckled. "I admit I worked up an appetite..."

Shale blinked, the gryphon's brain almost fried by the slimy dragon's fucking. He sat staring up at him. "Y-you did?" he echoed, his cock lurching.

"I did, my feathered friend, I certainly did." Elrad answered. He leaned forward, and before Shale could even twitch, that huge, wide mouth opened and engulfed his head and shoulders in a slimy, cold embrace. Shale squawked in the dragon's gullet, the darkness and the smell of the dragon's innards washing over him. He shuddered as the dragon's maw undulated, and sucked him upward. No one was around to see it, but Shale's paw grabbed his cock to rapidly stroke and pump as the dragon swallowed him off of his dick.

Elrad's gullet undulated smoothly again and again, the gryphon's body being slurped deeper and deeper each time. He could vaguely hear the slimy confines sucking at his fur, his feathers, disregarding the mud and muck that clung to Shale. The gryphon felt his wings fold, pressed to his flanks. His legs were squeezed tight to his belly now, so close that he could no longer stroke his prick. It didn't matter. As Elrad finally slurped the gryphon free from his cock, Shale squalled in the slimy dark. As it glided over the cool confines of Elrad's throat, the gryphon's cock began to squirt once more. The orgasm was as intense as the previous one, leaving a trail of gryphon cum like snail slime, along the inside of Elrad's gullet.

One last swallow, and Shale's long, feline tail was slurped into Elrad's mouth and disappeared. The dragon's belly swelled as the large meal dropped into it, Shale squirming pleasantly inside his belly. The dragon rumbled, the swell of his gut, and the gryphon's squirming rubbing the outside of his underside against his still hard cock. He sprawled in the warm rain, sated and full.

It wasn't every day that his dinner delivered itself.