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Secret Ingredient. Writen by ChaosElsie on Friday, January 13** th ***, 2012.*

Wisty is owned by Wisty. All other characters are property of ChaosElsie.

WARNING: Contains soft vore, and tasty soup.

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His friends call him Chaos. Others, well, they know him simply as The Gryph.

"He's here again?! He was here last week, too!"

Irritation spread like a fit of yawns through the backed-up line inside of Sand&Shrew Grocery. Every so often, The Gryph would come along here to do his shopping, just like anyone else would. He usually tried to avoid it whenever he could get by with doing so, but today he awoke with an intense craving for soup, and was hungry, so that was what was for dinner. Though, he could have picked a better time, it seemed. In retrospect, it was quite a foolish idea to come here so early in the morning. In fact he thought himself lucky to have gotten inside with the usual morning rush; this was a daily occurrence in this town, as those who had meals planned for that day would usually go for the freshest vegetables as possible. Not to mention the fact that they were mostly grown in farms near to there, as well. The brighter colours of the vegetables along the back wall just went to show what a few Grass-Type Pokemon could do. That was the rumour, anyway.

"Can't he get things delivered to his house?," one tall, tightly dressed ringtail was asking. "It'd certainly save the grocery's time. Leave the lines clear for the gentler folk, why don't you."

Ears flattened down, Chaos was well aware of the commotion behind him, but it wasn't something he could help... Some days, his size was set and there wasn't anything he could do about it. He breathed a sigh of relief for not being his full size today, as a fifty foot long, twenty-or-so feet tall gryphon would most likely take up the entire aisle behind him as well. No, today it seemed he was a more manageable fifteen feet long, and was just able to squeeze into the checkout area.

"All done, sir...?" The cashier, some sort of rodent, wasn't too nervous about the large, scaly gryphon looking down at him, probably because he'd seen him too often to count, though usually walking around, and not actually on the job. He hoped to get done with The Gryph as soon a he could, watching as Chaos set down his small, red plastic basket full of vegetables, uncurling his vine from the handles.... The cashier was unable to reach over in time, though, as he saw the small basket topple over as he and Chaos, both in difficult positions, were unable to maneuver in time to catch it. The gryphon groaned at the feeling of one of the carrots in the basket rolling and bumping into his foot, as now he couldn't move to collect the vegetables without stepping on them.

Thankfully, one of the others in line rushed up to help Chaos gather his dropped items, a creamy-white scaled dragon standing at about three feet tall. He was this size naturally, but was quite agile despite his stature. It was Wisty, an acquaintance of Chaos who had just happened to be watching as the whole thing unfolded. Some happy chirps and an upward flick of the ears followed the gryph's sighting the small drake, who had already gathered up the vegetables back into the basket, setting them back onto the belt. "Heheh, you should really be more careful, big guy."

"Oh! Thank you... I was worried I'd step on all of that trying to back up and get it. Woulda had to go back and get more for the soup."

"Ahhh, I figured that's what you were making," said the white dragon, looking over the moving belt again to get a better look at the food moving down it, the cashier having trouble keeping up with the amount of vegetables he had to key in to the computer. Wisty just happened to notice what trouble the cashier was having, and quickly slid around to help Chaos and the cashier to pack the bags. "Here, let me help bag those for you..." A smile spread over the short dragon's face, showing off the toothy grin, which seemed to put off the cashier, who responded with a grin of his own, seeming more of a grimace.

The cashier in question was a long-eared mouse, or rather a Jerboa, whose nameplate deemed him Dave R., cashier of the grocery. An error on the manager's part had led him to be the only one working that shift, and with the line The Gryph was causing, it looked to be a stressful day ahead for the overworked rodent. He hurried to press the rest of the digits into the keypad, not having the codes of all these vegetables memorized, despite the fact that he purchased them himself. Dave was quite glad that Wisty was helping to put them all away in a bag for Chaos, otherwise he'd be taking even longer. A full ten minutes after he'd started, the long-eared rodent was finally done with The Gryph, and pressed the button to ring him up for his total.

An audible collective sigh was heard from the line behind the three at the checkout counter, Dave giving a little leap for joy as he turned to look up at Chaos. "Um, your total is fourteen twenty five, sir..."

"Gahh, it'll be in the bag... Here, can either of you reach it?" The scales on Chaos' back were mostly covered up by a cloth harness, to which a small, purse-sized pouch hung down over the gryphon's left flank, and the opposite side having a much larger container, for other things. Shaking the small pouch, Dave felt the coins inside, standing up onto his tiptoes in order to reach the zipper on the gryphon's coin-purse, taking a handful of larger ones and putting them into the slot in the register, where they clanged up against each other.

"Will you need a receipt, sir...?," the rodent asked while sealing up the pouch.

"No, I think we'll be fine...." Grunts came from the large dracogryph's beak, as he wriggled himself free, finally, of the tight checkout area, shaking himself for a few seconds, coins jingling about within the purse. "Though, I will need you to carry the bag out, Wisty, if that's not a problem..." The Gryph was already halfway through the automatic doors, very careful not to bump into anything on his way out.

Giggling to himself, the smaller dragon happily obliged, lifting up the brown paper bag in both arms, following his larger companion out the door. "Not a problem at all~"

"Ah, so glad to get out of there...." Shaking himself again, the gryphon lurched his head up a slight bit, as he had been stooping down inside of the grocery. "Such a noisy, nasty crowd for a Friday morning."

Due to the gryphon's size, he was never at all able to fit into any sort of vehicle, so of course the only way for him to get back to his home was the same way he got tot he store, flying back, of course. Spreading his wings and shoving hard down with them to test the air, the gust of wind knocking Wisty several feet away, flat on his rear and somehow still having both paws on the brown paper bag he had been carrying. The dragon's own wings had spread out, stopping him from falling over entirely.

"H-hey! Wait, Chaos!" Forcing himself up by pushing his tail up against the ground, standing quickly back up. The gryphon paused, turning back to Wisty as his wings folded back up, chirping a bit apologetically.

"S-sorry! I completely forgot you were here...."

Walking up to the immense scaled gryphon, Wisty giggled at the expression over Chaos' beak and face. "Hehhe, silly bird, you can't leave without your food~ And me, of course."

Blinking some, Chaos tilted his head at the small dragon. "And, why would I bring you? No offense, but we don 't run into each other often and I hardly know you..."

Wisty's eyes lit up bright;y, not discouraged at all by the gryphon's words, shaking his head as he responded to them. "Nope, I hardly ever see you because you're hardly ever in town! But I'd sure like to help you out with your dinner, or lunch... Soup for breakfast?" A tilt of the dragon's head, as he leaned up to try and see how much was inside the bag. "Oh my! Celery, carrots, potatoes... What's this thing?"

"Garbanzo beans.... Look, I don't want to trouble you for having to help make me any food, and you've already helped me out in the store.... I can do this myself... I mean, sure I'm not all that good at chopping things, and I can hardly handle the things in my own kitchen--"

"Let me help youuu! Please? I know how to cook and it wouldn't be any trouble at all! Besides, er... I sort of have an entirely free day today, and making soup for you sounds like a good way to fill it!" Practically purring with happiness, Wisty was quite convinced now that it was a perfect way to spend the day... And it seemed Chaos wasn't going to go home without the dragon, at this point.

As he waited, Wisty piped up one last time. "Plus, think of how much nicer your soup would be if I made it? A big guy like you is pretty clumsy, I've seen..."

Better food was definitely an incentive for the gryphon, especially considering how much he wanted soup. "Okay, fine... If you make the soup, you can stay to eat it, and I'll even fly you home. Sound like a deal?" Getting a nod from Wisty in response, chaos knelt down on all four knees. "Good... Er, here, put that bag into the other pouch, then climb up and hold on tight."

After the bag of veggies was safely put away into the pack-bag, Wisty hopped up towards Chaos, a flap of the dragon's wings helping him to clamber onto the back of the bigger dragon-thing. Pressing himself to the ground like a cat before a pounce, he then hurled himself into the air, wings and tail stabilizing his flight.

Wisty stared down at the town below as he flew by on the gryphon's back, blinking at the tall apartment building that passed underneath them. "Um, don't you live in there, Chaos?"

"Well, yes, normally. But I can't fit in there at this size, so I'm going to my house. Don't worry, it's just by the dunes near the town."

It was about a fifteen minute flight before Chaos slowly descended, landing with a nearly silent crunch into the sand , and Wisty hopped right off to stare up to the large house. "Woah! It's like a house sized for you!"

Nudging the door open with his beak, the gryph let out a snort of laughter at that. "Er, well, it is. I mean, it's sized to change with how big I am, so if I need to I can use it. Come on inside, now..."

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"Sooo, what kind of soup would you be making? Vegetable? Or chicken noodle or something?" Chaos watched as Wisty bubbly hopped about and giggled at the large-sized appliances and such.

"Chicken? I don't have any chicken."

Wisty was easily able to climb into the cupboards with the spices, searching around for any sort of cubes of flavoured stock to start the soup. "Chicken stock maybe??"

"No, no chicken stock, I never have that."

"Hmmm... broth, even?"

"Closest chicken thing I have is eggs. I dun mean to be rude, but do you really think I'd be going around eating chicken soup if I'm a bird..?"

Ears down, the dragon poked his head out of the cupboard. "Oh! I'm sorry Chaos, I didn't realize... Well, I suppose I could use eggs, or, oh, what's this?" Sliding himself back outside, Wisty's paw clenched over a carton of vegetable soup stock, low sodium.

"Oh! Yes, that's the one I like. Everything else is too salty. So, um, do you need my help or--"

"Heheh, nope, I don't think I will.... I don't want you spoiling your soup by knocking something over in here.." Thankful for having wings, the dragon hopped about the kitchen, any cupboards or drawers he was unable to reach when standing, a flurry of flaps from his wings allowed him to access.

Several minutes later, Wisty was busily chopping away at the vegetables, having found all that he needed to prepare the soup; a long metal ladle for stirring and serving the soup, a large cutting board, and a knife perfectly sized for the small dragon. As well as a big, steel pot to put it all in, and just then, the water began to boil inside of it. Flapping over to the pot, Wisty tossed in the celery, the hot, boiling water splashing onto him not doing any harm in the slightest. After all, his scales protected him from a variety of things, and heat was the one thing most dragons were immune to.

"Hey, you want skins on or off these potatoes?"

The gryphon's voice carried over from the next room, where chaos was relaxing on a big, blue beanbag, at the request of Wisty. "On, skins is always on~ And the carrots don't need to be peeled, either."

"Hehhe, well~ I will get this going, then."

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"Izzit done yet? How much longer?" Chaos' orange-furred head poked into the small kitchen as he questioned what was going on inside... He didn't often have friends over at his house, due to how far away it was from the rest of town. Not to mention anyone who was actually willing to cook a meal for him. So, the enormous dracogryphon was quite eager to try the soup Wisty was making. The scent of stewing celery, carrots, and potatoes wafted into the next room, where Chaos waited, somewhat impatiently until now, loud sniffs and grunting noises announcing his attempt to enter the room.

"Aaack! Not finished yet, getout!" Wisty's ladle smacked against the beak, a clanging sound echoing through the room.. Beak splattered with soup, Chaos' tongue slid over the upper surface of his beak, as he grinned and churrled loudly. "Mmmmnn, this is very good~~" Chaos took a few steps backwards, flopping right back down into his comfortable beanbag. "I's'll wait for you to finish, then."

"Good gryphon! It's almost done, anyway.... Just a few more minutes I think~" He scurried along back to the stove, flapping up to stir over the pot. Not having added any salt, the dragon knew it wouldn't be the best soup he'd ever tasted, but for Chaos it certainly could be.

Opening the very top cupboard revealed to Wisty bowls sized quite properly for a dragon of his stature. "Ah, good, these bowls are much better~" Filling up a bowl for himself with the long metal ladle, the white dragon headed over to the table, setting down another empty bowl for Chaos. He flew back tot he pot, about to ask Chaos to come in and help him move it... But, he thought he could probably move it on his own. Another drawer held several heat-absorbing pads, which he put onto the table for the pot.

Placing a paw on each handle on the top of the pot, Wisty made quite an effort to lift it up off of the stove, having to strain himself, but the large metal container was moving, and he was already halfway to the table with it... Though, his wings had to flap nearly like a hummingbird's did in order to stay up in the air, and it was all he could do to move in a straight line.

"Grrrnn, it's done, Chaos, you can come in now...." Just now realizing his mistake, Wisty was having quite a hard time lifting the heavily-filled pot through the air, but he was almost to the table now, just a few feet from his destination. His wings aching, almost painfully, as the pot weighed about as much as he did, if not more. At last he came close enough to the table to set down the big steel pot, and at that very moment, he became too tired to flap his wings anymore, and Wisty found himself plunged into the hot, steaming soup.

The small dragon shook his head a few times, trying to figure out just what had happened... Suddenly, all the noises of Chaos' house were muted, clouded through his ears with what seemed to be a liquid all around him. His eyes snapping open, Wisty realized that he'd fallen straight into the vegetable soup. Shaking his head a bit, he whimpered, rubbing over his wings, the dragon too tired to get himself out.

It was just then that Chaos finally got up and headed into the kitchen. "Wisty... ? Hello?" Waiting a few moments without getting any response, Chaos shrugged it off, not quite worrying where the dragon was... After all, he hadn't heard much but the splashing and sloshing of the soup being stirred, and certainly not having heard sounds of anyone falling down the stairs, and no smells of anything in the oven.... Padding forward into the mixed kitchen and dining area, he was drawn to the wide pot in the center of the table, several thick heat-absorbing pads already underneath, so as not to catch the table on fire. Chaos smirked a little, as Wisty had also put out a bowl for each of them, and spoons. "Heh, silly dragon, I'll need a lot more than a tiny bowl tah fill me up, that's for little things like you...." A glance at the bowl on the opposite side showed the already filled bowl Wisty had poured for himself. Noticing his own bowl was empty, the gryphon's eyes widened and his beak lit up n a happy grin.

Slipping out from his back for the second time today, Chaos' vines wrapped around the large steel pot, quite easily picking it up from the table, and bringing it up to the level of his beak and staring down into it, sloshing the pot a bit to watch the murky vegetable soup splish around. "Mrrrn, it DOES smell good, and look good~~ Well.... I'm sure Wisty wouldn't mind if I helped myself straight to the soup without waiting! I's hungry after all."

Far too tired to do much of anything, the dragon instead opened up his mouth to take a drink of the soup, waiting there for Chaos to eventually reach into the soup with the ladle, discovering he had fallen in and then lifting it out... He could wait in the soup until then, he wasn't harming it, and besides, he could hold his breath for a bit. And wasn't that Chaos he heard just now?

Staring down into the soup, Chaos leaned down a bit, scooping just a small amount of soup into the end of his beak to start with, using his tongue to smush the vegetables inside around, against the roof of his mouth. The hard surface of the beak easily crushed the cooked vegetables into a soft, delicious mush, releasing the juicy broth from the veggies that had soaked them up. The flavour was perfect, and which the gryphon closed his eyes at, opening his beak wide as the vines tilted back the huge, steel pot... It was time to eat. His hunger was about to be satisfied, this delicious soup made for him was about to be devoured, and his large, empty stomach growled in its eagerness to be fed. "Soup's on! Ahhhhh~~"

Feeling the container he was in moving forwards, Wisty's head perked up out of the soup, expecting to see Chaos looking down at him, fishing him out. Instead, a much different scene greeted his eyes: the gryphon's own maw rushing at him. Frantically, he scrambled along the inner surface of the pot as the current of broth and cooked vegetables flowed out. He was hardly able to keep himself from flowing outwards with the hot soup he had made, and very quickly he had exhausted himself again. A small splash is all that was heard as Wisty fell backwards into the gryphon's beak, any whimpers the dragon may have made muffled in the watery meal.

Now, usually, Chaos kept his mouth lit up. His saliva had a few special enzymes that would react to produce a heatless, blue light. But of course, this only applied to living food. Chaos was quite convinced that there was soup in the pot, and only soup, and so it was going to go into his beak... The gryphon, even though it was just food in his beak, still enjoyed playing with it.. Having a few thoughts on what to do next, the gryphon set down the pot, happily rushing into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror with his beak opened up wide, and tongue sloshing about his beak, which was completely filled with the delicious, brothy soup. He very much enjoyed playing with his meal, whatever it happened to be, especially when he got to watch everything.

Within this warm beak, Wisty was having trouble staying afloat for any length of time, but with the tongue sloshing about the liquid, he couldn't sink to the bottom for Chaos to feel, either. That tongue was slipping around just about everywhere, but never long enough for the dragon to lay a paw on... He would simply have to wait for Chaos to swallow the soup, and then hop out of the beak.. After all, he may be smaller than other dragons, but he was quite sure that his fellow dragon-thing would notice if he happened to gulp down an unusually large vegetable....

Chaos murred out in sheer bliss... The soups he himself had made were nothing compared to this one. The only problem with Wisty's soup was that Chaos could drink himself full and still want more! And thoughts of drinking it all down reminded the dracogryph how hungry he was. His stomach seemed to agree, making room for the food still in the mouth... A bubble of air shot up through Chaos' esophagus, bubbling up into the beak with several odd noises. Mentally giggling at the sight of the soup sloshing of its own accord, Chaos angled himself better towards the mirror... He didn't want to miss any of this next part, after all. His thick, powerful tongue shot up to the roof of his beak, and Chaos' head tilted a slight angle upwards, as the gryphon began to swallow all of this mush food and drink, the flow sliding directly into his gullet in one slick swallow, as Chaos' paws went right to his neck, which bulged out just a little bit, and the gryphon's head tilted at this. "...Eh?"

The interior of the beak, which was usually a fine enough temperature, was made too overpowering with the addition of the hot soup. Wisty, being in the middle of this, was grateful when Chaos' tongue finally went motionless. A few small movements with his legs and he'd be up at the surface... At least, that was his plan, until a huge air bubble disrupted where he was in the water, causing the dragon to sink back into the soup. And then, to his surprise, Chaos didn't feel him at all, and began the process of swallowing. The powerful, tight throat of the gryphon was where Wisty soon found his snout, and he let out a whimper before the actual gulp occurred. His body caught in the flow of his own soup, Wisty was soon traveling inside of the gryphon's gullet, feeling pressure on all sides of his body, finally gasping out for air as all the soup passed, and struggling now that he couldn't climb back up. "Mrrhpmnnn!!!!!"

"Oh my! You were in the soup... What an excellent idea! No wonder it tasted so good." Glancing again at the surface of the mirror, Chaos' paws moved away from his beak as he closed it completely, giving the dragon in his throat several strong, but gentle swallows, to help ease him to his destination. The soup and dragon and already passed over his crop, so it was full speed down into the stomach, now. "Mrrn, well, I suppose since you really want to, I'll give you the honour of being an essential part of my meal. Have fun~" And with one last peristaltic action, the dragon and soup splashed into the gryphon's stomach... Sighing in satisfaction, Chaos laid on his back and happily stroked over the bulge Wisty made.

Swallow after swallow, the dragon's descent into Chaos continued, with each gulp bringing him closer to his destination... Wisty in all honesty had no intention of being part of the meal, but it didn't seem like he had much choice in being swallowed like a lump of food... And that lump continued its trip inside, until the pressure was almost too much for the poor small dragon to bear, and that was the moment that he wound up inside the cramped, soupy stomach. "W-wait! I don't want to be a meal.... You don't digest your friends, right? And... I a-am a friend... Aren't I?"

"After all that? You went through the trouble of making dragon soup for me, I think that pretty much seals the deal." A loud, rumbling burp echoed up the gryphon's throat. Most of the air had left his stomach.. But, he was a very large gryphon, so Wisty still had plenty of air to breathe. "Ahh... I'm sorry, but you'll be sleeping in there for tonight.. I's'll make up for it though, I'll wash you and take you home tomorrow."

Deep within the tight, squeezing belly of the gryphon, Wisty was yawning loudly, gulping a bit of saliva and soup that dripped into his mouth. He was completely exhausted, and definitely thought that his new gryphon friend's stomach was the perfect place to sleep. "Well, Of course.. And.. I have weekends off, too, so.. You don't have to take me hone right away, if you'd like~"

Giggling loudly, the dracogryph curled up on the ground, rubbing with all four paws over his bulging belly. "Well, that certainly sounds like a fine idea you have.. After all, the only thing better than dragon soup once is a dragon who'll be here whenever I'd like...... Goodnight, Wisty. See yah in the morning." Hearing no response but very muffled snores, Chaos closed his eyes and proceeded to join his friend in sleep, his stomach making no attempt to digest the dragon inside, but squeezing a little tighter, almost as if in a hug.

End of story.