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The lanky wolf paused in front of the closed door. A quick glance down at the phone in his paw and then back up. Okay. The right address. Taking a moment to smooth a paw over his head to tame the unruly white streak of fur between his ears he lifted a paw and rapped his knuckles sharply against the painted surface of the door. Seconds ticked by without any movement from within, and the door remained stubbornly closed. He frowned, lifting the phone up to double check the time they'd agreed to meet up.

The Droolr app was a relatively new concept, a specialised (some might say fetish) app catering to those specifically interested in predator/prey relationships. A way for those who liked to add a little spice to their relationships to find each other in a more organised and, in theory, safer way.

He'd been messaging and exchanging photos with this particular bunny for nearly a month. They'd even gone out on a date or two in real life that he felt had gone rather well. But now she'd taken the plunge and invited him round to her apartment. Had she got cold feet, perhaps? There was a big difference between being alone in your home with someone as opposed to meeting in cafes and restaurants where they were surrounded by other folks

After another few seconds he huffed softly and knocked again. "Molly?" he called. "It's Largo. You in there? I promise I'm not going to bite or anything!" He was quite proud of himself for resisting the urge to add "unless you ask me nicely" on the end. "And I'm not going to huff and puff against your door either!"

He waited, chewing absently on his bottom lip before he leaned in to press his ear against the door. He held his breath, concentrating. At first there was nothing but the sound of his own heartbeat echoing in his ear, but after a moment he could swear he heard rustling from the apartment within and what sounded like...a grunt?

"Molly? You okay in there?" He called again, and this time tried the handle. The door swung open, security chain dangling beside it, unused. He hesitated at the entrance, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I'm going to come in, okay? I just want to make sure you're alright. Not trying to be a creep or anything. If you've changed your mind about tonight, just say so!"

He stepped past the threshold, pushing the door shut behind him. The lights were on inside, the hallway empty. He peered through the first door into the living room. Nope. Nobody in there. Kitchen? There were signs that the bunny had been cooking, a half-prepared meal sat on the countertop, a pot merrily boiling away down to nothing on the stove. He quickly turned that off, concern starting to replace nervousness at barging in uninvited.

"Molly? Seriously, are you okay?"

Bathroom? Nobody in there. At least she hadn't fallen over in the bath or drowned or...there was a thump from other room. The bedroom, he assumed, the only room he hadn't checked yet. He picked up the pace, pausing only long enough to again knock on the door before he pushed it open. Maybe this was all part of some elaborate tease, a way to get him worked up? Playing hunting the prey or...

There was a gryphon in the centre of the room. The bunny occupant was nowhere to be seen. No. That wasn't true. Even as that thought entered his mind he realised that Molly was still there. The gryphon's belly was swollen. Heavy. Moving. For a moment there was the imprint of a hand against the surrounding flesh, then a foot. Molly was still there. Still alive. Inside the gryphon. He could hear her. Her voice was muffled by the walls of flesh and fur that surrounded her, but the words were clear enough. She was pleading. Begging for her life.

"You must be Largo," the gryphon rumbled. "My name is Torvid and I've been hoping you were going to show up. Molly was a lovely little appetiser, but I was starting to get impatient for the main course to show up." The huge blue feathered predator slipped from the bed and padded towards him. "That's you, by the way. In case my implication wasn't clear." He had looked big when he was lying down, but standing up he was simply huge, the tips of his long ears brushing the ceiling.

"Whu...what? Uh..." The wolf backed away, fumbling behind him for the door. "I - No. Uhm... Wrong house. Don't want to intrude, I'll just be going!" He turned to run, even managed a step or two before a heavy weight slammed into his back and sent him crashing face first into the floor hard enough that he saw stars. He got his elbows under him, head swimming, trying to get to his feet.

"Ah-ah, puppy. You can just stay there." Long, hook-clawed talons pushed down on his back, forcing him back down onto the floor. He tried to arch against them, wriggle out from under that harsh grip, but all that happened was Torvid pushing down harder in response. Largo wheezed in surprise, scrabbling at the floor as he tried to find some escape from the building pressure. Long, sharp claws pricked at his shoulders and the back of his neck as he squirmed and thrashed under slowly increasing weight of that paw.

Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, pain radiating out from his back as his spine was forced to contort in ways it really didn't want to, lungs unable to expand against the hard floor. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. He didn't understand what was happening. He was meant to be having a nice dinner, maybe something more if he was lucky. How had this all happened so quickly?

He croaked, mouth working, no more air left to plead or curse. His chest felt like it was on fire, he could feel his spine and ribs creaking as the gryphon pushed down on him, trampling him beneath that merciless paw. He almost wished it would just tighten its grip, skewer him on those claws and end it.

Suddenly the weight was removed and air flooded back into his lungs. He immediately doubled up, coughing and groaning. He was dimly aware of the gryphon pushing the door shut and locking it. It had left the door open for him? It knew he was coming and had set a trap! A trap he'd walked straight into.

He shuddered as it turned its attention back to him. From his position on the floor he could clearly see its belly hanging low. That and other things a little further back confirmed that Torvid wasn't an it, he was most defininitely a HIM. Jutting from between those haunches was a thick, pointed cock. The flesh was a deep pink that was almost red and in terms of size...well. If the gryphon decided to try and stuff that inside him, it was almost certainly going to come out the other end, that endowment easily as long ands thick as his arm.

But that belly. Oh. That heavy gut was still squirming and shifting, a muffled moan reaching the wolf's ears and confirming that his erstwhile date was still, somehow, clinging to life inside it. No more pleas. No more begging. Just low, faint moaning barely audible inside that churning gut.

"Now," Torvid purred, his voice deep and surprisingly melodious. "What will I do with you, puppy?"

Largo thought about trying to stand, decided against it. Not that he was entirely confident his legs would support him. "Let me go?" he ventured. He already knew the answer he was going to get, but he had to at least try.

"Mmmm..." The fucking thing even made a show of tapping a claw to his beak as he thought it over. " No. I'm afraid I can't really do that. I've been waiting for you to get here, after all. And you look like you're going to be worth the wait. Why, when I stepped on that poor little bunny both her legs snapped like toothpicks. Did you know she was so fragile?"

His eyes widened. He felt his jaw go slack and a heart beat later his bladder followed, soaking his pants with hot, acrid piss. In any other situation he might have been embarrassed but right now the only thing he could feel was mounting terror. And the gryphon? He could almost swear the bastard was smirking at him.

"She was so soft," Torvid went on. "Fur like silk between my talons. I swear I could feel her little heart pounding as I crushed her against the floor on her. Can you imagine what that must be like, Largo? To feel that little body under yours, your hands pinning her down, maybe your teeth at her throat as you put her in her place. Helpless to deny your passions..."

"Fuh...Fuck you!" Largo spat, lips curling back to bare his sharp white teeth. "I'm no monster! And I'm not a fucking bunny either!" He scrambled to his feet, shucking off his jacket as he raised his fists. "C'mon then! Come on! I'll show you I'm-"

He didn't get to finish the sentence. He'd never seen anything so big move so fast. In the fraction of a second he had before he was sent slamming into a wall, he remembered what they said about trying to pick fights with geese or swans, that their wings were so strong they could break bone. He'd always assumed it was one of those stupid things parents tell you when you're a kid to stop you messing with the birds.

Torvid's wing slammed into him like he'd run head first into a brick wall, hard enough to send him crashing back into the wall, all the breath knocked out of him once again as he slumped to the floor in a gasping, wheezing heap.

"I'm sorry, what was it you were going to show me?" the gryphon enquired, leaning in a little closer, his great, beaked head cocked to one side. "That you're not the predator right now? That, like the sweet, darling little rabbit currently in her death throes inside me, you're just prey."

That paw pressed down on him once again, pinning his head to the floor as Torvid leaned close, trapping him in a cage of knife-tipped talons. "She begged," that calm, smooth voice whispered in his ear, so close he could feel warm breath washing over his skin. "She pleaded for her life. In fact, she offered you up on a silver platter." The gryphon paused to let that sink in, to give him time to stare up at him, unbelieving. "Oh yes. She promised me her boyfriend was coming, that he was a bigger meal than she was. All I had to do was be patient." A soft, throaty chuckle. "She gave you up, puppy. Valued her own life more than yours. Thanks to her cowardice, I knew to wait around for you to show up."

Largo stared up at the gryphon, his mouth so dry his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. He wanted to yell, to snarl, to rage that it wasn't true. That Molly would never do that...but could he really blame her? Would he have been that brave? The hot, wet mess between his legs belied any claims he might make to himself about his bravery.

"In fact. I think before we go any further, maybe you'd like to say goodbye to her. While she's still more or less intact." Again, Torvid didn't bother waiting for a reply. He took another step over the prone wolf and then lay down on top of him, smothering him beneath his belly.

Largo could only wheeze in protest as the weight of the gryphon again crushed the breath out his lungs. All he could feel was the voluminous, smothering weight of that gut. But more than that. The gryphon was right. He could feel faint squirming against him, Molly still somehow clinging on to life, her hands weakly pawing at those slick walls that surrounded and trapped her. She was moaning now, a low, animal sound of despair and pain like nothing he'd ever heard before. A sound that would have seen him empty his bladder if he had anything left in him.

He tried to struggle, but Torvid only laughed and pressed down harder till Largo wheezed, trying to squirm out from under it to get even a sip of air. Feathers and fur filled his mouth as his muzzle gaped, feet beating and scrabbling against the floor, his nails digging into the carpet as he fought.

"My, yes. So much more fight in you than in her," the gryphon taunted from somewhere above him, the sound reverberating through the flesh that was pressing down onto him. "Come on. Harder. If you can lift my gut even an inch or two I'll stand up and give you air. You can do it!"

He screamed back an obscenity. Or tried to. The only thing that escaped his gaping muzzle was a estranged wheeze. He couldn't even get his head up to try and bite. He arched and thrashed, thumping his head against the floor until his skull ached. His chest was on fire, lungs straining, trying to somehow breathe through the feathers that were covering him, suffocating him. He had to breathe. Please. Just one sip of air. Just one. That wasn't so much to ask, was it? He couldn't die like this. He couldn't die trapped beneath the melting body of his girlfriend. This wasn't how the night was supposed to end.

"Really? Is that it?" Torvid sighed, clicking his beak as he tutted. "I had hoped for better from you, Largo."

The voice was distant and echoey. His heartbeat hammered in his ears, his head aching. His mouth worked soundlessly, nothing left for even one last squeak. Please. Please. He needed air. Inside the beast there was only silence, nothing but the wet, liquid churning and gurgling of that belly as it digested poor Molly. At least she was dead now. Her pain was over. And it seemed he wouldn't be too far behind.

Light flooded back in, and along with it came precious, life-giving air. He GASPED, coughing and hacking as he rolled onto his side, shuddering as oxygen flooded back into his starved body. He glared at the gryphon with all the hate he could muster, watching as the beast sat down onto his haunches, prodding at his now-quiet belly with an air of disappointment.

"Tch. The little ones never last very long," Torvid mused. "Especially the prey sorts. They just give up and die. No real fight in them." The great head lifted, eyes fixing on him. "Not like you. I bet there's still plenty of bile in you, puppy. Why don't you have a little breather and you can have another try?"

Largo could only wheeze, his chest aching, his head spinning. His thoughts were a jumble of pain and panic. He rolled onto his side, then his back, getting his hands and knees under him. Rather than waste time in pointless banter with this beast, he started to crawl towards the door. If he could call for help, make enough noise that a neighbour would come to investigate, maybe he could still make it out of this.

"Oh dear, dear, dear," that smooth, taunting voice came from behind him. "You aren't trying to leave are you? Why Largo! If I didn't know better I'd say you don't want us to be friends. And I don't think you want to see what I do to people that refuse my friendship."

He froze, glanced back at the gryphon to see he was still sitting there, watching him, but there was a cast to his features that was enough to chill his blood. That was true in a horrid, twisted way. Things could be so much worse. There could be the biting, and the ripping and tearing, and the crushing under those sharp talons and claws. But the gryphon had already said he was going to be eaten so what did he gain either way? Wasn't the beast just toying with him?

" I know what you're thinking. You're thinking why should I? Aren't I just going to eat you anyway? well that is true but there are so many ways to meet your end. Some of them are less pleasant than others." Torvid paused. "Take your little friend melting away inside me, for example. I took my time with her. Made sure to break some bones. Strip some flesh. Take a little nibble or two. Nothing that was going to see her die too quickly, of course. I didn't want the fun to end too soon. But, like I said, prey species like her just don't last long. Probably just as well they breed so prolifically or we might run out!" He chuckled. "So. Now you know what happens to people who don't want to be my friend, how about it, mmm? Do you want to be my friend, Largo?"

His mouth was too dry to form words, not that he could bring himself to say it out loud. Be this thing's friend? This...murderer? He couldn't seem to get his tongue to unstick from the roof of his mouth, couldn't get the sounds to pass his lips, so he just nodded and was rewarded with a gape-beaked grin.

"Splendid!" Torvid turned and headed back into the bedroom, climbing up to rest his body on the bed, hindpaws still on the floor. He turned to look expectantly back at Largo, waiting for him to follow. The wolf sighed, slowly levering his battered body up, swaying and bracing himself against the wall as he limped after him.

"So, what. You expect me to fuck you?" he grunted as he eyed the gryphon up. "I'm not into dudes."

"And I'm not into them either, not in the way you think. No. You can keep your dick in your pants, my dear new friend. I just think that, to cement our new friendship, you should give me a kiss. A nice, deep kiss. With tongue."

Largo blinked. In that moment the only thing he could think of was to wonder how you were supposed to kiss a beak. Torvid saw where his eyes were going and laughed, deep and throaty.

"Not there. Not right yet. I was thinking of someplace else. Someplace a little closer to where you are right now." The gryphon's tail lifted and he wiggled his haunches from side to side. His rump and hindlegs were surprisingly fluffy rather than being strictly feline, and nestled under that tail, half-hidden in that softness, was the snug little star of his tailhole.

"You-" Largo bit back the insult. No. No. He had to stay calm. Had to think this through. Every moment he was still alive and still unbroken was another moment he had a chance to escape. The gryphon liked to toy with his prey, and that sort of smugness and arrogance might offer a chance to strike back, or to escape. Hell, if he was up under the tail, that put that pair of heavy balls in striking distance. One hard punch or kick and, gryphon or not, any male was going to be out of commission for at least a few moments. Yeah. He could do this. Get in close, get to...get to work. And then strike.

"Fine." Largo grated as Torvid gazed expectantly at him. "Fucking pervert..." he muttered under his breath as he moved in closer. Another step. Then another. His tongue darted out over dry lips. Another step. Close enough he could smell the gryphon's musk now, see that pink ring tensing as muscles flexed in anticipation. He tried to keep his motions slow and measured, tried not to let it show as his legs shook and his knees threatened to buckle under him.

Another step. He'd never been so close to another male before. He couldn't keep the look of disgust off his face. One way or another, he'd make this gryphon pay. Maybe he'd do more than just punch him in the nuts. Maybe he'd stomp on them. Get a rolling pin from the kitchen and go to town. It would serve him right. The sick, murdering bast-

"Any time now, Largo. It's not going to lick itself."

Largo gritted his teeth. His hands lifted, one of them resting on the beast's haunch. He swallowed convulsively, fighting back a surge of bile as he moved closer. Closer. His lips parted, tongue extending. He took a shuddering breath and then kissed it. His nose and tongue were assaulted by the musky scent of the male. His tongue extended, barely dabbing against the crinkled flesh. Now. It had to be now. He drew his other hand back, balling his fist up.

"Oh come on," Torvid grumbled. "Anyone would think you'd never eaten ass before. Here, let me help."

"Wait. Wha...?" He didn't get a chance to finish the thought, or throw the punch, as the gryphon suddenly sat straight back down, sending him to the floor with another startled cry. He found himself trapped, his arms pinned to his sides, his muzzle wedged against the gryphon's asshole.

His fists beat against the floor as he strained against the weight, trying to wriggle free from that horrid ring of flesh that was kissing his muzzle but the gryphon simply moved with him, shifting his weight to ensure the wolf couldn't escape. He tried to open his mouth wide enough to bite, but he couldn't turn his head to get his teeth in, all he could do was huff against the gryphon's ass, teeth sliding uselessly against the ring.

"Ooo. Kinky," Torvid taunted from above. "Come now, Largo. Get that tongue going. Give me a nice, big kiss! And remember, kisses don't involve teeth. Naughty puppy. I can feel what you're trying to do back there so I think maybe you need to be reminded what happens to people who don't want to be my friends."

The weight of those haunches went from suffocating to crushing in a split second. Again all he could do was wheeze and squirm as the pressure on his head and chest left him no room for air. His feet scrabbled and pushed against the floor and the side of the bed as he struggled to find a way out. Worse than that, he could feel that muscular ring parting, the tip of his muzzle wedging inside as the gryphon ground his rump back onto the helpless wolf.

Unlike last time, this time there was no respite. The pressure went on and on. A sudden stabbing pain in his chest let him know that one of his ribs had just cracked. He didn't have the air to cry out, a strangled whimper the best he could manage. Was this it? Had the gryphon changed his mind and was just going to crush him to death instead? The pressure in his head was almost unbearable, his chest burning, fingertips digging into the floor, the sound of his own heartbeat near deafening. The world began to slip away, darkness filling his vision like he was tumbling down a well.

Light and air flooded back as the pressure was removed once again. He didn't have the strength to roll over and instead lay there, panting and wheezing, flecks of blood painting his lips as he coughed, broken rib grinding with each rise and fall of his chest. Over him hung Torvid's groin, pink cock still erect, those balls dangling just out of reach. He didn't have the strength to reach up to try and punch them. No breath for any curses or pleas for his life.

"Oh dear. Did I break you?" Torvid asked, voice sugary-sweet with fake concern. "And here I thought you predator types were made of stronger stuff. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised given your earlier performance. Well, it looks like I'll just need to handle things myself."

"Wai-" he couldn't even get the whole word out before he was again smothered. This time beneath the soft flesh of the gryphon's balls as they were draped over his face. He could feel the hard mass of the beast's cock as it ground down onto him, sending pain searing through his nerves as the broken rib shifted under the weight. "Please..." he whispered. He tipped his head back, sucking in quick, desperate breaths as the gryphon toyed with him, those heavy orbs rolling over his face and torso in slow, languid strokes.

"You know, Largo...I'm starting to think you don't really have it in you to be my friend." Torvid didn't stop moving, rolling his haunches as he enjoyed using his semi-conscious prey as little more than a toy, just something for him to get himself off with. "You remind me more and more of your squishy little girlfriend. Look at you down there, whimpering and squirming, begging me to stop. You're not a wolf, are you? You're not much better than a domesticated dog, whining at its master." The beast let out a long, resigned sigh. "Well. I suppose the night is still young. If I wrap things up here I can go and find more interesting prey somewhere else. Lovely app, this Droolr thing. I think I'll be making more use of it from now on. Not that you'll need to worry about that."

The pressure finally released, those heavy balls lifting away as the gryphon turned and scooped the wolf up in his forearms before turning around and pushing him down onto the bed, pinning him down with a set of sharp talons pressed to his chest. Torvid's head tilted to one side, sharp, predatory green eyes staring into the wolf's dazed yellow ones. "Even though you tried to bite me, I still want my kiss. Pucker up, Largo."

"No..." the wolf whispered as that huge beak approached, opening up before him to expose the glistening pink inner flesh and that huge, thick tongue that unspooled to push against his lips. He tried to fight, tried to keep his mouth closed, his teeth locked together, but there was no stopping that relentless pressure. The gryphon pushed harder, and harder, until finally his jaw opened and that tongue sunk deep into his throat in an instant.

The wolf's body jerked, hands lifting to weakly hit at the cold, hard surface of the beak as that slimy muscle pushed down his throat, blocking his airway. He tried to breathe, tried to swallow, tried to squirm away so he could take a breath. The tongue writhed between his lips in an obscene parody of intimacy, the gryphon's eyes narrowed with amusement. He pulled back a little, tongue withdrawing, hope swelling in Largo's chest that he might be able to grab a quick breath.

But Torvid only chuckled and rammed that tongue deeper. Largo gurgled, his throat working, trying to suck in air, but all he got was more of the gryphon's saliva, dribbling down over his face, filling his mouth, seeping into his nostrils. He was choking. Drowning. Surely it would be over soon? He'd slip into unconsciousness and that would be it. Only every time he started to black out, just as the world would start to grey out, the gryphon would pull back to let him breathe. Just long enough to recover, just long enough to start trying to struggle again, and then that tongue would be back in his throat, suffocating him.

He lost count of the number of times the gryphon did it. His chest was on fire, jaws aching, arms and legs dangling uselessly as his brain misfired. Little by little his sense of who he was was stripped away by this relentless torture. He'd never thought a kiss could literally kill. He also knew now that the movies lied about how quickly you can strangle or smother someone. Tears trickled down his cheeks, quickly lost in the thick coating of Torvid's spit. His chest hitched, gurgling weakly as he again tried to breathe. This time, though, that tongue didn't pull back. His body spasmed on the bed, fingers that had been balled into the sheets slowly relaxing.

Largo's body went limp and only then did Torvid pull back. That tongue remained in place till he was sure the wolf wasn't faking. Remained in place till he was sure the wolf wasn't just unconscious. Satisfied that his latest toy was, at last, broken beyond repair, his tongue withdrew with a loud slurp. The limp body of the wolf was then scooped up and a few quick, hard swallows saw the last of the evidence vanish, first as a bulge in his crop, then as a weight in his stomach.

Torvid took a moment to savour the feeling, vaguely disappointed that there was no struggling or pleading inside his gut, but you couldn't have everything, after all. Just as his eyes were beginning to close for a nap to sleep off his twin meals a loud buzzing noise filled the room. A quick look around uncovered Largo's phone laying on the floor, a notification from the Droolr app on the lock screen showing a message from what appeared to be a rather delectable looking black and white feline.

His beak gaped in a grin. Well. There was always room for dessert.