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It had never really had a beginning. But perhaps the instant when she first felt it properly, not as a mere nascent emotion but as the first gentle, deadly inklings of real passion...

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The lion stalks.

It's a young one, cocky and confident with the exuberance of adolescent strength, but still quite well developed. The powerful shoulders are nearly four feet from the ground, the beast easily longer than a Sentient is tall. It is male, its mane beginning to sprout proudly from behind that strong skull, and it knows that it is hungry.

He crouches in the undergrowth amidst the roots of a red oak - this is, after all, a forest lion of the Gladewoods, and every tree is a habitat as natural to it as the dusky savannahs of the south are to its distant cousins - and watches the small party make their way through the forest road.

Most predators of the forests avoid these strange creatures from experience - many like them themselves, or like the creatures they prey upon, but these walk upon two legs, drape themselves in odd leaf-like coverings, and create the strangest dens imaginable. The beings may be small and weak compared to some - such as, of course, this lion, now padding stealthily through a glade of long grass, smouldering eyes never leaving its potential quarry - but they have powerful weapons, weapons which are like claws but as shining as the moon and far, far sharper. Sometimes they even command the sun itself, bringing flickering orange pieces of it upon rods of wood. They are, it is generally felt, a meal much more hassle than it is worth.

But this lion believes he has found one which may not be so.

(And besides, he feels the urge to examine these creatures, even if he doesn't feel the mental tendril of the intruder who has created said urge: the watcher lounging inside his simplistic, streamlined mind, gazing through his eyes with lazy interest. Of that, the lion is just as innocent as the travellers are of him.)

Ah, but look! There the little creature is again, skipping out from inside her father's carriage as they slow down - a rest stop for lunch? She possesses the short, delicate grace of youth, her slim limbs and elegant equine body almost weightless as she turns back to look inside, cocking her head gently as she speaks. Whatever was said, the answer seems to please her greatly. While the two servants - a brawny, grey-muzzled otter and a gaunt kestrel - start preparing the bread and vegetables of a fine summer lunch, and the guards ahead - three brothers by the look of it, all handsomely built hyenas - take the opportunity to slouch a little, calming their horses for the peaceful rest they've been looking forward to all morning, the young one starts to wander idly deeper, looking around the trees with the endless capacity for fascination of one who is still innocent to the ways of the world.

And she is drawing closer to the lion. He utters a quiet growl of approval, surprised it would work so well. The girl is not coming too far into the woods, her explorations curbed by her parents' warnings... but it will be close enough. He pads a few steps forwards, watching hungrily, still silent and invisible to his quarry. A quick bite will break her neck, and before the others can hope to even arm themselves, he will have dragged her body into the forest to feast. They will never find him - he knows enough hiding spots to outlast any hunters. Just a little closer...

The girl, of course, knows nothing of this. She is a unicorn, and clearly one of exceptionally pure heritage, heritage which is only beginning to show in her elegant frame and lavish pelt. And, of course, the beautiful slender horn which protrudes from her brow, proud and already a little iridescent with the beautiful mother-of-pearl shimmer it will one day have.

She is young and excitable, hitching the fine dress - a pretty scarlet item her mother lets her wear while on the road, since it is light and simple enough to move about in freely- up above her delicate hooves and humming to herself as she peers around the trees, every new sight a source of wonderment.

But she is more perceptive than the stalker might have thought. His twitching tail catches the unicorn's eye, and she frowns, turning to look. His form is there, a mere fifteen feet from her, hidden behind a thick growth of shrubs... or so he thought. Her eyes widen, and she begins to back away. She can see him, and all of a sudden, all bets are off. The young lion snarls furiously, forced in a moment to adapt.

Rather than a single leap onto her young body with maw outstretched - he is too far for that now - he steps smoothly out of the bushes, growling throatily. The girl utters a terrified squeal, falling back onto her behind in terror, her long slender tail frisking desperately. She tries to scramble away again, but he merely takes another step.

Up ahead, the others have been alerted, and a sudden cacophony of yells springs up from the carriage. They might as well be a hundred miles away as a hundred feet. It is all far, far too late.

The lion raises a powerful paw, not even bothering to extend his claws. A single cuff will snap her fragile bones easily. His other paw has clamped down on her very tail, holding and trapping her beneath him. He looks down at his quarry, savouring the triumph of the kill.

Likewise, the young unicorn looks up at the beast which is about to slaughter her. For just one fraction of a deadly, vital second, their gazes lock. She sees his dark, smouldering eyes, and she sees the hunger in them, a desire as base and simple as nature itself. She sees her own reflection: and in those eyes, she is not a person. She is not a living, thinking creature. She is certainly not the young Lady Equustra, scion of the unicorn nobles Lord and Lady Visimus. She is nothing except.... his. His food. Nothing but meat to fuel that ferally majestic body, to stew away beneath that powerfully muscled flank and become part of it. She is prey.

In that one fateful instant, she realises that she is suddenly more aroused than she has ever been in her entire life.

The paw flexes, about to end it all as the young Equustra shivers helplessly, trapped by desire just as much as her predator's paw. She cannot help but drink in the sensation, the unbelievable, unbelievably erotic feeling of total and absolute submission...

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... Is he tormenting her? The moment seems to stretch out for an hour, her life the beast's teeth as this strange new feeling throbs through her veins, heavy and hungry with desire. The unicorn tries to shut her eyes, but she can't possibly break the gaze. Predator and prey are frozen in their dance, locked by each other's eyes.

And then she realises through the haze of helpless sudden sensuality... it is not merely time which has stopped. The powerful lion is frozen, his upraised paw seemingly locked in place against all movement. His dark, feral eyes widen slightly, losing their deadly dominant pitilessness. Surprise. Unable to move, unable to strike. Something is holding it back, and saving her life in the process. Trapping the two of them in this tableaux of impending death...

At last the spell is broken. An arrow slices through the air above them - deliberately missing, so as not to dare hit Equustra -and she sees Lord Visimus, his own hunting bow raised and his noble equine visage twisted in fear and rage, sprinting towards them with another arrow already nocked. The disorientating paralysis and the onslaught is too much for the near-murderer of Lady Equustra. It utters a snarling roar, and with a final glare at the tiny terrified equine below, the lion turns tail and runs.

Equustra watches it flee, still awed at the powerful flex-ripple of predatory muscle beneath tawny fur. Even as her hysterical parents engulf her in a frantic deluge of hugs and comforting, she cannot help but continue to stare after the beast.

They think it is shock, and to a point it is. But the feverish emotions are far, far more than that. The instincts have taken root now, and she will relive that sensation - that sheer submission - night after night, drinking in the blissful, heavenly powerlessness. Desire begins to blossom.

And the lion, the near-murderer? Why, he has fled, angry and fearful, terrified of the power which he cannot understand: the thing which held back the killing blow and denied him his prize. He runs further into the Gladewoods, not caring where his powerful paws carry him, only that he escapes the damning influence.

But it is subtle. The feline skids to a halt, hissing in surprise, as he realises at last that his path is one he has not taken before. Where... what is this? Where has he come to?

And then the predator freezes, his tawny fur gleaming in the dusk light. He can sense it: the throbbing weight of power, heavy and exotic in the still air. It's here. It's led him here. A creature which is as far above him as he is above that little unicorn.

Jewel-like eyes gleam in the undergrowth, and the lion, once so cocky and proud, cowers away in sudden terror. But again, he cannot flee, only watch in wide-eyed horror as the ground shivers beneath each powerful step.

Thank you, my dear feline. You've been very helpful.

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A slight wet slurp, of flesh on chitinous bone. A lick.

Now, allow me to indulge my own hunger.

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The lion whimpers, and darkness closes in.

***

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Seven years later.

It had come for her again.

Equustra lay nestled within her fine sheets, squirming into a tight ball of equine warmth in the humid heat, and tried to remember. The warm light of a spring dawn crept into her room through the windows, but her eyes were shut against it. Trying to delve deeper.

Not the lion: it had ceased to be the lion a long time ago. Her imagination was insatiable, creating lurid fantasies of all kinds over the years of maturing and suppressed lust. Creatures which existed in the Gladewoods, creatures which existed in far, far away lands which even her father had never seen, creatures which existed only in dreams and stories... they would all have their turn , and the dream varied in setting just as much: all over the world, she was there with it. Always knelt, submissive, barely even daring to raise her head and look at her killer. And always, the dream-self she projected felt it. The caress of a slick tongue on furred flesh, the heat of a colossal, mighty, predatory body, and when she finally broke and looked up at it... the eyes. _Always the gaze between the two of them. The sheer desire incarnate in the beast's eyes, uncaring of everything she was but except for..._prey.

The word sent a spasm of pleasure through her belly, unbidden and uncontainable, and the nestled creature shuddered in her warm, damp cocoon. The dream came most nights, and every time they did she woke up in sheets clammy and hot. It might be problematic - the house's maid, Freya, complained at her for the constant new sheets needed, and always her parents were worrying if she had the fever - but right now, in this heat and humid air, filled with the pure, bittersweet aroma of her own flesh, surrounded by moist softness, it did not matter. The imagination of the still-dozing can be remarkably convincing...

Within. Held, suspended, trapped: utterly, utterly consumed. She squirmed in the prison of flesh, knowing how deliciously useless it all was. Perhaps she was dead now, perhaps her murderer had gone the usual way instead of this fantastical devouring, and she was merely chunks of raw, bloody meat, her life torn to shreds. It didn't matter too much. She was here, and, the heat and dampness was so sensual...

Almost unconsciously, the unicorn's delicate fingers wormed their way down her smooth, elegant stomach, over the swells of her low breasts, soft mounds on her belly, before clustering greedily between the slight sticky patches on her thighs. The slightest of touches was an utterly electric sensation.

Helpless in the face of her own desire, she moaned softly into the wonderful soft smoothness of her feather-down mattress, feeling the fire grow. Equustra wriggled, fuelling it in shuddering pulses of thought: the gurgles of her own body, stewing away, the tightness which curled her so, able to feel lethal muscles clenching and massaging, becoming part of the magnificent body which had killed her...

• she was going to go and look for it today.

Suddenly, the undefined outline of her dream-predator took on a greatly more fascinating quality.

It shouldn't be ended now, then. Not _yet. C_ome on. Wait. With a supreme effort of will, sticky, slippery fingers withdrew at last, and she clutched them close to her chest, quivering softly as her dazed thoughts slowly returned. With it went the illusion, and though Equustra sighed with exertion as she squirmed up to a sitting position, it was just as much disappointment. Feeling a shiver run along her spine, the unicorn stretched sleekly, still sensing that heavy grace in her limbs as she rolled out of bed. She should be going soon; to ensure a good few hours of peace once they got there before the light began to fade.

Still, she couldn't help but pause to admire some of the form which gazed back in crystal-clear reflection in the fine glass mirror. Unicorns were rare among the nobility - their race had commonly been seen as natural-born slaves for much of the last empire, and it had only been since the war had ended that they had started to rise in status. Although it wasn't done to speak of such things, Equustra had quietly felt through her history classes that the instinct for submission had never been entirely vanquished from the species.

Regardless: in Equustra, both slave and noble could find a role, and both would be beautiful. Her pelt was quite simply magnificent, the fur short and glossily sleek, caressing the soft curves of her frame with silky grace. A smooth, dusty tan faded to pale cream amidst her stomach, throat and inner thighs (currently a little slick in the latter's location, needless to say), while the fur of her arms instead melted into a dark, chocolatl brown like the finest leather gloves: except on these, a a band of zebra-like stripes embraced the middle of the equine's forearms, and white likewise caressed her slim, three-fingered hands (evolution had never quite taken the elegant stockiness of their hooves from the equines' bone structure). A line of deep umber ran along the line of her spine, flaring up and out into the silky, often-tousled mane amidst which her crowning glory rested: every unicorn's namesake, a deep grey, spiralling horn standing proud a full five ofr six inches from Equustra's skull.

She smiled, leaning in close as the nipples of her low breasts perked fleshy pink (nestled snugly on her lower stomach rather than her chest, the two small mounds seemed to form a perfect equilateral triangle with the unicorn's delicate navel) and brushed the unruly hairs from her brow, nodding approvingly. Equustra's eyes seemed born to fit her lavish appearance, two orbs of glimmering emerald rimmed with purple in which her pupils, horizontally slitted and curiously goat-like, sat looking intelligently back at her from the glass divide.

Of course, the eyelids around those jewel-like eyes were still slackened a little, forming the half-fearful, half-lustful expression of her submission. The unicorn giggled gently, feeling her desire flare once more, and performed a small twirl, now observing her body not from an aesthetic standpoint, but one of a predator. Elegant curves with a good bit of meat on those bones, flesh tender but not fatty, nothing remotely harmful save for that horn... ooh, that tail, long and flaring into a gloriously fluffy brush of cream silkiness, perfect for tickling on the way down... this meal would be delicious. Imagine it, all that beauty ravaged and destroyed, nothing but meat in an acidic...

"Quiet!" snapped the unicorn, feeling warm blood spread across her long muzzle. Her voice was lilting and soft, the tones melodic and perfectly spoken.

No, no, no. Now was not the time for that.

Even with her hurly-burly hurriedness, she felt the easy grace in her loping stride as the stairs were traversed, brushing past Freya in a swirl of mane and tail (the brawny squirrel uttered an indignant huff, no doubt about to reprimand her master's daughter once again, but Equustra was already far past her), and ducked quickly past the morning room. She'd stashed a few honey cakes in her bag already: no need to have breakfast and suffer questions about where she was intending to go riding today...

The young equine nodded to herself eagerly, feeling her blood starting to wake up as well as the exercise took hold and catapulted her into wakefulness. She paused at the fountain to kneel for a sip of cold, pure water, and made her way swiftly to the stables, smiling warmly as the day's companion echoed her quiet, pleased whinny.

At last...

The Visimus estate kept several horses, but the only one who Equustra would ride was Siobhan - and she had made it clear from the day the mare had been given to her that she would be the only one who rode her. Siobhan was... special.

She was a Clydesdale, with a pedigree as long as her rider's, and she was magnificent. Huge, and utterly magnificent. The great horse stood a full sixteen hands high, powerfully built with a sort of sleek, elegant heaviness which had enthralled the young Equustra from her very first glance. Not in the manner of the beasts who haunted and taunted her sleeping mind, but still, she was an utterly beautiful creature. Her bulky, graceful form was covered with a thick pelt of soft glossy chestnut fur, dappled with large patches of the purest snow white, a white which extended to all of her socks and her silky mane. The dewy, deep brown eyes regarded their mistress with an expression of almost sapient delight as Equustra drew close, embracing her colossal muzzle. For a moment, they just stood together, unicorn and horse, lovers both.

But today there was even more fun to be had.

With the practiced efficiency of a born rider, Siobhan was saddled and her owner outfitted in riding greaves (with her hooves, boots were unnecessary, so Equustra used a different design which left them free). Latching onto her mount's powerful neck, the unicorn patted her reassuringly, and hefted herself up.

Yes. She smiled, feeling the powerful muscles beneath, and spurred the horse into a gentle trot, leaving the stable eagerly, and then the courtyard. The small forest village of Naimalh was just beginning to wake, and a few greetings called their way to her as she rode. Lord Visimus was well-liked, and his daughter - young, demure, beautiful, and intelligent - was equally so.

And off she goes, riding in the forest. But remember, young Equustra, not too far. The unicorn felt her lips twitch downwards, remembering what Marlin, the grizzled shrew who served as their stablehand, had told her last night as she readied her horse. And certainly not to the west. You've heard the rumours people have been saying, haven't you?

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The beast? The Deepwoods beast? Equustra had mimicked laughter, feeling her stomach perform a shivering flip inside her belly at the words. Come on, Marl. You don't believe those stories, do you?

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Maybe or maybe not, he'd growled, handing her the saddle. But I do believe some of the things the foresters have claimed they've seen in there. Trees uprooted, whole horses vanishing overnight - not even a bone or any blood - tracks the size of a Sentient's whole torso. And what about those who have gone missing in there, with nothing found at all? I don't know if it's just an overaggressive forest lion, or a band of bandits, or... whatever else they've been claiming it is, but you stay away from that side of the Gladewoods, you hear?

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"No." the unicorn whispered to herself, flexing her slim ankles to urge Siobhan into a canter as they left the outskirts, now on a beaten dirt track leading southward, towards the plains a dozen leagues away. "I've got more to do than that."

With a twist of the reins, the great mare turned right off the track, into the forest. To the west.

Equustra shivered with excitement, chuckling as her mount whinnied in confusion at the sudden trembling. "Sssh, Siobhan." She patted the horse's neck tenderly, clopping further into the dappled menagerie of trees and shrubs. Of course, whatever it was probably didn't exist. More likely the beast was the result of drunken tales, brewed up to gain a few more rounds of drinks from the tavern. And even if these woods were inhabited by more than just a few squirrels (forest lions? As if. They'd been gone from the area for years.), the chances of her actually meeting such a creature in half a million square miles of the Gladewoods was hardly one to be afraid of.

Not that she'd be thinking of that. The unicorn felt another blossom of tingling heat pulse through her belly. What would it be like out here, exposed, helplessly, free to be ravaged and ravished by any monstrous forest-dweller? She still faintly remembered that lion, the incident she'd suffered when she was so much younger. It had been so intense, so self-destructively blissful... and now, she was returning to that bliss. Even the slightest flicker of Equustra's eyelids projected fantasies onto the darkness behind them. Oh, she was looking forward to it.

The hour or so of riding passed peacefully on the outside, but inside, Siobhan's rider was as tense as a bowstring with sheer anticipation. She almost regretted leaving herself unfinished that morning.

Sighing, the unicorn steered her mare through another small grove... and stopped. The meandering path she followed was blocked by a medium-sized tree trunk, fallen heavily across the leafy ground. The end had been twisted and splintered right out of its roots, a mass of tortured, gashed wood.

Uprooted trees...

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Perhaps she should have felt fear, and she did. But it only fuelled the flames. Equustra felt a soft whimper escape her throat as she stared at it. Siobhan whinnied, obviously uneasy at the sight, and, acting on automatic, the unicorn stroked her ears to soothe the alarm, moving the mare round the fallen giant instead. Should she turn back? What if there really was... something? Maybe this whole idea was just horribly, horribly dangerous...

But the mere idea of danger simply fanned the heat.

She hunched over, groaning softly, and knew that she had to go on, go forwards. Go to the this intoxicating new danger. And so go on they did.

A few more fallen trees appeared, each seemingly larger and more solid than the last. Each time, Equustra's imagination seized on the raw fuel, making the monstrous creature inside her mind bigger, more powerful, more predatory, until she could stand it no longer.

With a click of the tongue, Siobhan was halted just on the edge of a small, grassy clearing. The mare neighed contentedly as her mistress leapt down onto the soft undergrowth, snuffling inquisitively at Equustra's shoulder. Smiling weakly at her, the unicorn leaned back against a sturdy trunk, biting her tongue to avoid the wave of desires and fantasies. Calm. Calm now. She quivered nervously, watching as the colossal horse turned away, dipping her head to graze. Siobhan's great, beautiful body gleamed in the leafy stipples of sunlight, chestnut-red and white as snow, and Equustra tapped her hoof nervously, watching her for a moment. She knew somehow that here, out here, alone and isolated and helpless, the fantasies would be so much more intense. Her eyelids quivered, about to close...

And it rang through the air. Siobhan whinnied, tossing her head in alarm, and the air was suddenly filled with the beating of small wings as a multitude of finches leapt up from the undergrowth, alarmed and fearful. It was a sound of fear. A harsh, deafening cry, too deep and resonant to be a screech and too piercing to be a roar, far-distant but no less terrifying. The unicorn squealed in instinctive alarm, backing away from nothing, the stunning revelation flooded her.

It is real. It is.

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"O-oh my gods..."

She whirled round, hot and terrified beneath her silky fur, expecting somehow to see the monstrous thing right behind her. Nothing there. Just a mound of... branches, leaves, dirt...

Siobhan's rider uttered a small squeak of surprise, darting forward suddenly towards the incongruous mound. The horse had returned to champing the grass: still twitchy, but not yet fearful. Equustra leaped over to the back of the heap, scrabbling at the thick branches until she found one smoother and stronger than the rest, and pulled.

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A large, door sized-section of debris rose cleanly out of the ground, revealing a small, snug room behind it. Equustra grinned slowly.

It was a hide. One of the old spotting places used by trackers and hunters - a perfect place to observe the wildlife unseen. A mix of herbs and musty branches interwoven into the heap could ensure that even the smell of the inhabitant was disguised, allowing them to wait inside, watching unseen.

Watching...

Slowly, the unicorn looked up at her huge, beautiful horse. She felt the desire throbbing through every thought.

No! But... she's Siobhan! You couldn't... she... no...

She'd want this. She'd want to make you happy.

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Like this?

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Imagine it, Eq. How could any beast resist a meal like it? Imagine what it would look like, to see her slipping down in bloody slivers... or even whole... to see it feast...

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...no...

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The unicorn bit her lip, groaning helplessly. She felt the warm prickle of tears on her cheek, along with another warmth... elsewhere. Swallowing thickly, she raised her head out, looking at her beloved mare. "S... Siobhan?"

The horse looked up, tossing her head. Equustra pulled herself out of the hide and jogged over to her, embracing her head tenderly. "I... I love you, Siobhan. Never forget that."

She felt the pleased whinny as the powerful beast nuzzled her, her horn tickling Siobhan's ears. She would be so beautiful...

Equustra kissed her mount once on the forehead, and slowly pulled off her mount's saddle and bridle. Smiling weakly, she examined the beautiful glossy body and stroked her mare's flank, now nudging the horse into the centre of the clearing. A perfect view.

With a last, soothing caress, she walked away, and the trusting Siobhan let her. Equustra didn't dare look back until she had returned to the hide and pulled the door shut, enshrining herself in invisibility.

Even the shame, even the overpowering guilt, simply fuelled the desire. The wrongness was too great to possibly resist: she had just been enslaved by her own lusts. It was too much, far too much.

Peeking out through the branches, she found her vision almost unimpeded. Siobhan was champing the grass again, peaceful and innocent. Helpless.

The unicorn shivered. Slowly, feeling as if in a dream, she reached up and removed the straps on her dress. One by one, the garments fell away, scattered on the floor, until she knelt in the pleasant warmth of the hide naked. The unconstrained feeling was heavenly.

Slowly, she nudged an old, dry stump into a seat, and leant back against it, swallowing equine saliva as she traced the smooth fur of her belly, lightly tickling between her breasts. Outside, Siobhan had grown frisky again, glancing around and whickering nervously.

Perhaps it's close. She shivered, and then...

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I think it is.

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It was the only thought that managed to penetrate the haze, as up ahead, she suddenly saw Siobhan freeze, staring wide eyed at a point of the clearing's right. The horse uttered a quiet whimper.

Moving as stealthily as she could, the unicorn crept carefully along the dry floor, trying to peek out to where her mare was looking.

Just for a moment, she caught a glimpse of some colour which could have been silver... and then it stepped out. The horse cowered away, and, hidden and safe and stunned, Equustra felt her heart humming in her throat as she stared. For what it was... oh, what it was.

Massive haunches, slender and powerful and feline - like that lion of years ago but far, far larger - flexed with deadly muscle as the monster took another step forwards, slinking towards the mare, who was, for the first time in her life, utterly dwarfed. The hindquarters, however, were where this creature's similarities ended: for the front half, the half which was watching the terrified horse with long, pointed ears (at least the length of her forearm) laid back against its colossal skull... it was not a lion's. It wasn't even mammalian.

The eagle-like beak opened slightly, smooth, grey and savagely hooked, and sleek scaled foreclaws flexed on the leafy ground. The things were larger than a Sentient's torso, just as Marlin had said. They were the same dark grey as the creature's beak, tipped with massive, deadly talons of a deep obsidian black. The colour was offset by it's lush pelt, in beautiful, moonshine-like silver which looked as soft as silk and somehow even finer. The chest, throat and underbelly of the beast was instead a shock of pale blue amidst the thick, silky silver, a blue which also covered those titanic wings - even for such a massive beast, the feathered pinions were enormous. They might have dwarfed Equustra's whole house when unfolded.

How much might a body like this weigh? Two tonnes? More? How much would it need to eat to keep a metabolism like that going?

The gryphon (oh yes, say it, the myth is true) flicked its long, sinuous tail behind as it dipped its head slightly, sniffing at the trembling mare, and yet still, Siobhan did not bolt, seemingly transfixed by the monster's gaze. Equustra shivered with desire, still hidden and safe.

Her eyes caught a sudden sparkle, and the unicorn's gaze and thoughts alike were dragged up now, noticing a strange, wreath-like item crowning the creature's huge skull. Feather-like plates of bronze twirled over those ears, gleaming in the dappled light. (A... wreath? Strange thing... perhaps it had been domesticated?) And then she couldn't help but suppress a quiet gasp as the change of focus let her take in the beast as a whole.

It was... beautiful. A predatory beauty, a beauty of cruel magnificence and regal power, and a beauty which was all the more beautiful for that. And it... existed. Not a fantasy, not a dream... a real, living monster. Right ahead of her.

She bit her lip to suppress the desire and quiet breaths for now, watching hungrily as the gryphon leant closer to its prey, nuzzling softly at Siobhan's shoulder. The mare whimpered, still frozen in place, and the beast uttered a soft chirp which almost sounded like a chuckle. Gently, the tip of its vast beak traced over the elegant curves of the poor horse. She felt her fists clench, and slowly began to trace them over her smooth stomach, imagining the hot breath washing over Siobhan, the sensations...

Slowly, a long pink tongue drew out from inside it's fleshy cave, embracing the horses neck in a sensuous lick. The creature rumbled its approval, and Siobhan whinnied again. The unicorn's horn knocked the roof of her hide as she trembled with fascination.

Can I do this, Equustra managed to think weakly. Can I let this... thing have her, my friend, my loved one? Just for my fantasy.

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But she had to. She had to fulfil the desires. And to this beast? Yes. More than any other now: it was just perfect. Elegant, sleek, oh-so-predatory. Such a magnificent creature, worthy of Siobhan's body.

For a moment, the two stood in a curious embrace a mere thirty feet from her, the beast's long tongue now starting to lap over the smooth curves of the mare's back. Every caress left a thick, glistening trail, and a whimper of fear from the horse, but still Siobhan was oddly docile. Frozen in terror? Siobhan's captor took another step, nuzzling greedily, and now the sounds of its licking, sensuous and gluttonous, were carrying to the hidden observer. Equustra groaned silently as she heard each one, aching to feel it herself.

A claw now, caressing the mare's rump and pushing her closer. Siobhan keened softly, trembling all over, but the monster only held her tighter, now lapping coyly at her ears. The unicorn felt herself growing limp, imagining the sensations. It was almost as if he was...

I think you can come closer now, my dear lady unicorn.

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...teasing Equustra herself.

It was a new voice. Utterly new. The crouched, quivering equine uttered a small yelp of alarm, clutching at her head as sudden low, dulcet tones resounded through it. The voice was deep, powerful, rumbling and resonant even inside her skull. It was a voice as sensuously mighty as the creature before her.

What? What in the world is...

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"Shhh," replied the voice, and only after a moment did the unicorn realise that it was physical now, and even more magnificent for it. "Come now, Equustra. I know you'd like a closer look."

She blinked, and with a sort-of heart-stopping surety, looked up: through the branches, and out of the hide.

The gryphon looked back.

Its eyes were... astounding. Two layered, iridescent orbs like enormous jewels set into the silvery plumage of that articulate, avian face. One was a deep, shimmering gold, like some sort of topaz, the other the smouldering purple of darkest amethyst. They were beautiful, they were terrifying, and they were watching her, narrowed slightly in amusement. Slowly, the gryphon's colossal beak moved again, and Siobhan whimpered in the monster's claws.

"Oh yes, it's me. Don't worry my darling. I won't bite." It smiled lazily, and the unicorn felt the dominance beginning to flood over her at that slightest expression. "At least, not yet."

Slowly, her thoughts clouded by a mix of terror and unbelievable desire, Equustra pushed open the branch-covered hatch, and stepped out. Siobhan uttered a desperate squeal, tossing her head as she caught sight of her mistress, and the unicorn felt her guilt sharpen, biting her lip as she took a step towards the huddle of predator and prey.

"Sssh..." The enormous beast clicked its beak slightly, as if gently exasperated. "Don't be silly like that. She's doomed, Equustra. How could I resist such a delectable creature? No..." he nuzzled gently at the keening mare's neck, and Siobhan shook like a leaf. "Both of you know her fate perfectly well."

The unicorn took another step forward, trying to overrule the raging tempest of confused feelings inside her. "You... you can speak." And you're a gryphon, she added numbly in her thoughts. And did I mention just how unbelievably beautiful you are?

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It laughed a deep, rumbling laugh, sitting back on colossal haunches (the whimpering horse now pressed against that shaggy-furred belly), and tossed its ears. "I can do a lot more than that, believe me. And my name is Goldeneye." He smirked (of course, it was he. There was a smouldering, deadly masculinity to that titanic, magnificent body, and that voice as well, a sense of feral majesty which took her breath away), one talon stroking along the side of the mare's skull. "Thank you for this... delectable gift."

"I..." Equustra groaned in a mix of arousal and fear. "I don't... I didn't mean for her to..."

"You didn't?" Goldeneye's voice had become a low, silky whisper. "You mean you wouldn't want it? To watch her slide down, slowly and greedily, squirming inside the dripping darkness of my throat..."

He paused, and cackled softly. The unicorn had gone very, very red beneath her fur.

"But..." Equustra knew that she was fighting a losing battle. "But... please, I didn't mean... I don't..."

She fell silent, feeling the heat throbbing through her veins. Goldeneye's smile grew. Without leaving her gaze, he dipped his head, delivering a long, tantalisingly slow lick to Siobhan's head. The tongue traced around the contours of her chestnut skull, tickling behind the ears, caressing the silky, snowy mane, tasting every inch it could find. The gryphon's bejewelled gaze vanished for a moment as he closed his eyes, purring gently.

"Oh, she is exquisite." He raised his head and swallowed down a thick gush of saliva, as if devouring the very taste of the shivering horse. Equustra whimpered, staring as the wet gulp resounded through their lonely clearing, as the thick fluff of feathers rippled around the powerful swallow, and in that moment she knew she wouldn't resist. It was too much. Just too much.

Slowly, feeling the delicious helplessness of defeat fall heavy and soft over her, she clopped step by slow step towards the gryphon. "I... I don't want her to suffer. Please."

"Oh?" He raised a talon. "I don't think you can really make demands, my dear. Unless you'd like to join her in the pit of my belly?"

Equustra blinked, real terror surging for a moment, but there was a playfulness in the monster's gleaming eyes as he went on. "No, Equustra. I think we need to make our relationship clear before I.... begin." Goldeneye paused, cocking his head thoughtfully, and nodded. "Yes, come to me, my dear. But first: what do you call me?"

The young unicorn blinked, her horn bobbing back and forth in confusion. "I... you said your name was G-"

"No. I didn't ask that. I asked what you will call me." He stretched slightly, making his equine captive whimper again. Equustra frowned.

"Well, I don't know what else I..."

"You know it in your heart, my dear." Just for a moment, the shivering unicorn could sense a heat pulsing alongside her mind: the touch of the gryphon's own alien intellect. Teasing her. "Come on..."

...and there it was on her tongue. So simple. So easy. So... deliciously, submissively, right. The unicorn looked at the vast predator, feeling her slender tail twitching slightly as the mere thought sent a warm tingle through her belly, and spoke softly.

"Master."

A claw extended, the mare gently nudged aside to rest helplessly against Goldeneye's flank. Taking another step, Equustra stumbled forwards, and fell into his embrace.

It was everything she'd ever dreamed of.

The creature's plumage was blissfully warm, every feather seeming to pulse with a soft, perfect heat, and yet the unicorn felt herself shivering, sinking into the silkiness until it surrounded her everywhere. And the scent... it was utterly and totally intoxicating. Overpowering, deep, exotic and strangely delicious... even the air she breathed was his now. The unicorn felt her submission flooding her, slumping in a kind of half-snuggle into her captor's loving embrace. She knew she could protest no longer.

Do a moment, Goldeneye simply held her, growling softly deep in his throat, and Siobhan snuffled unhappily around the other side. The unicorn nuzzled her way further into the softness, oddly comforted by it. Her poor mount couldn't understand, she thought dazedly, but she would live on. Part of this creature, this predator who went beyond her wildest fantasies.

"So..." she found herself giggling weakly, feeling like she was trying to make small talk with one of her family's guests a thousand erotic lifetimes ago. "Was that... I mean, Master, was that you stopping her from running away? Hypnotism?"

"Ahhh... exquisite. Well done." A low purr hummed through her. "And hypnotism? Hardly." Goldeneye chuckled again, the sound vibrating through his little companion. "It's far more than that. I simply suppressed her movements from within her mind. A similar trick to -"

• this.

_ _

Again came his voice inside her head, echoing softly and sensuously. Equustra gasped in a mix of awe and alarm, feeling more fires flood her. The gryphon's amusement hummed through her small body. Hush. I can feel your emotions as easily as I feel you, my dear. Now... She sensed another swallow run through the abyssal throat, as if he was drooling with anticipation. I think you'll want to watch this part.

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The horse whimpered.

***

Mistress!

_ _

Siobhan was not sapient, but neither was she mindless. And the mind she did have was utterly terrified.

The huge beast had shifted her again, pulling her out in front of it, and again the mare could not hope to twitch her legs an inch beyond the docile trot which it was somehow enforcing. She couldn't run, couldn't hide. Couldn't even struggle.

Whimpering in fear, she raised her head to stare at the predator, and felt the hunger sizzling in its gaze. The colossal bird-lion-other was licking its beak again, savouring her before it... began. And there... nestled against it now, cuddled helplessly close to its chest... Mistress!

_ _

The mare screamed a high, horrified scream, trying desperately to break free of her infernal bonds and help her beloved mistress. It wouldn't... it wouldn't...

Equustra looked at her, and her expression was somehow one of both despair and bliss. The horse stared at her unicorn, confused and terrified... and in that moment, Goldeneye struck.

It wasn't fast. It didn't need to be. He simply leaned over, licked the mare's forehead once... and took her entire skull into his beak. Siobhan felt an instant explosion of heat, dripping warmth on all sides as her view closed into darkness. The tongue began to coil around her, greedily siphoning off her taste, and her fleshy prison hummed with the beast's approval.

She uttered another, even louder scream, trying frantically to buck in the grip of the creature's beak. And suddenly... she could. She could squirm.

Free! Have to... have to escape!

_ _

With a lazy, languorous jerk of his head - exactly akin to a bird swallowing its food - Goldeneye swallowed for the first time. Down she went.

Suddenly, the beak was stretching itself around the beginning of her barrel chest, hard edges cutting painfully into the wriggly flesh. The mare knew nothing of biology, but she did know that no normal predator could consume her like this. She screamed again, now feeling the slow, greedy sweeps of her predator's tongue, caressing every inch of her fur.

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No! Bucking desperately, Siobhan twisted in the tight confines, managing to kick out..at nothing. She was helpless, massive claws cradling her flanks to hold her steady as the monstrous creature suckled on her shoulders, that low purr rumbling through them all the while. It was pitch black all around, her nostrils filled with a thick musky scent and her ears able to pick up nothing but gluttonous growls, saliva-slick gurgles and her own fearful whinnies. The mare was panting, her exertion, terror and the tremendous heat taking its toll...

_ _

Another gulping swallow, and suddenly her front legs collapsed - shoulders pulled straight into that cavernous maw as her head was dragged further down the monster's wet tunnel. But she was held upright, an unbelievable strength balancing the hundreds of pounds of horse in the curve of the gryphon's greedy beak. The horse flicked her front legs, now pinned uncomfortably against her flanks, and started to keen again.

And then... was it? A sudden gentle caress on her powerful flank, the warm touch of a thing so small and delicate it could not be the devouring beast. Mistress...

_ _

She felt herself quieting instinctively, the soothing strokes roaming over her hindquarters even as a few slurps squeezed another inch or so of horsemeat into the predator's maw. Did she say something? The mare could not tell, through the noisy sounds of the body she was entering. All Siobhan knew was that Mistress loved her, and she was going to die.

Horses cannot truly weep. But, terrified and confused and with already nearly a quarter of her inside the hot, crushing confines of Goldeneye's digestive tract, Siobhan tried to.

***

Siobhan... thought Equustra feebly, massaging the trembling, twitching flank. Oh, Siobhan, I'm so sorry...

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But she couldn't stop. It was beyond all her imagination.

The creature who called himself Goldeneye had crouched his entire body towards his prey. His jewel-like orbs were closed in pleasure, a tail as thick as Equustra's leg twitching behind him, and his beak was spread around the mare up to her shoulders. Even with his colossal proportions, it was wide, wide open, Siobhan's stocky body crammed into the pink flesh of his maw. The head of the unicorn's mount was nothing but a twitching, wriggling bulge inside the thick feathers of the gryphon's throat, distending it incredibly. Although the confines of his thick flesh had masked any sounds the terrified horse was making, the gryphon's own obscene gurgles and squelching gulps were anything but inaudible. He was a predator in ecstasy.

And she was here. Watching it all.

She felt weak at the knees.

Slowly, feeling a slow moist pulsing between her legs with every step, Equustra circled the scene, watching as Siobhan's body was slurped - not swallowed, simply slurped up like a sliver of meat - a few more inches, saliva dripping from the monster's beak. Slowly, she placed her hands on the distended flesh of Goldeneye's throat, feeling her mount bucking inside it. Blind terror had taken over again.

No matter. The gryphon uttered a low moan of pleasure, and swallowed again. His observer gasped aloud as the mountain of feathery flesh came to rippling life, clenching around its meal and dragging her sensuously downwards. She could see the bulges of muscle in Goldeneye's throat, pulling the start of Siobhan's neck into his colossal gullet. The heat was almost radiating from it.

With a moan of her own, Equustra let herself slump forwards and cuddle into the hot feathers, feeling the ripples of powerful flesh and the faint jerks of her struggling mount. Irresistibly, her fingers at last gave up the fight, tracing their way between her thighs. She uttered a panting groan, nuzzling her way in with a sort of lustful desperation, and entered herself at last.

Having fun, are we?

_ _

Goldeneye's enigmatic violet orb was open, looking down at her with amusement. His engorged beak twitched in a smile as the unicorn flushed, her dripping fingers pausing for just a moment as she watched him dazedly. Equustra uttered a feeble whinny of assent, and a low chuckle shook the feathers around her. Good... my, it's a while since I've had prey of this size...

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"Is she..." the unicorn groaned softly, still feeling that twinge of guilt and sadness, but she knew this pleasure would overrule it every time. "Is she a good meal, then? Master?"

(Oh, the word... how could she not love and adore that word of such enslaving blissfulness? This was heaven.)

Exquisite. A thunderous snarl of joy broke him off as Siobhan bucked suddenly, her beautiful chestnut-and-white body slick with sweat and saliva, and the gullet stretched around its unwilling occupant. Oh... such a gluttonous pleasure. Delicious and so large...

_ _

The unicorn shivered, and found that her slow caresses were resuming of their own accord. She snuggled close to the rippling throat. "Tell me... tell me what it's like. Master. You can feel her mind... What's she experiencing?"

For a moment, the gryphon was silent. Then he murmured softly... Hell. Heat becomes everything, dusky, dripping heat. So much heat. The soft walls caress her on all sides, strong enough to crush bones and yet merely gentle and firm. She cannot even imagine anything outside my body - her universe begins and ends inside the hot fleshy darkness. And when I swallow, like this... a sudden, pulling gulp, and it seemed that just for a second, Siobhan's hind hooves left the rutted ground. ...everything changes. The heat traps her, clenching around in ripple after ripple as she feels more of her delectable body consumed. Slowly, teasingly, sensuously, she sinks into her death.

_ _

Equustra didn't think she could stand anymore.

"Gods..." she mumbled weakly, nestling close in the heat as another squirming started around her. The fire was burning hot and sharp in her loins, almost searing now. She dragged her fingers into stillness, quivering with need, and took a moment just to catch her breath. "That was... Master... that was incredible."

The monster laughed inside her skull, and she felt another slurp as his tongue started to stroke over the wriggling mare's stomach. How do you think she feels?

_ _

Giggling weakly, Equustra gave his distended throat another loving cuddle, and stepped out of the warm silkiness, knowing somehow that this would be the last of her contact with poor, delicious Siobhan. She turned to the whimpering mare, caressing her heaving flank once more. "Sssh... Siobhan... I... I love you, okay?"

And she did, too. It had only been intensified by this cruel, desirous betrayal. The horse was her soulmate.

And destined to squirm her last in the belly of a gryphon. Equustra smiled weakly to herself, and leant against the trembling body. She barely topped the big Clydesdale's back, but that only made the sheer gluttony all the more beguiling. Still stroking with on hand, she began to toy with herself with the other, feeling the squirms behind her now as Goldeneye's lazy gulps consumed his prey with ease. No escape now - with her colossal shoulders and chest gone, the thickest part of Siobhan's frame was already making its slow way down, letting the beast toy with his food as he savoured the rest.

Another lazy gulp, and for a moment, the unicorn's shoulder brushed against the smooth beak, pulled by the patched flank she rested against. His tongue gave the faintest caress against her arm, mid-lick of the mare's belly. Hot, silky-wet, deliciously smooth...

Equustra panted feebly, barely able to make her muscles pull back and out of the danger before another slurping swallow dragged down more squirming horsemeat. She wondered through the haze of bliss if, had she not pulled her hand back, he would have just kept gulping down...

How could I resist? Goldeneye's voice laughed softly as his body grunted, flexing his vast, rippling neck to pull up on the trembling mare and lift her hooves off the ground again. Before Siobhan could fall, another birdlike jerk had engulfed her smooth belly, leaving only bucking hindquarters and her long, twitching tail, silky as gossamer and white as fresh snow. The rest was inside, encased in hot, rippling flesh. He moaned again, a sound which was utterly feral and animalistic, and continued silkily inside his little unicorn's mind. Even with a creature like this to stew away, so firm and ripe and so blissfully heavy in my throat... I could manage dessert. Especially one as sweet as you...

_ _

Another playful wink, and this time the tongue came intentionally for her, tracing its drenched tip lasciviously across her arm and then her chest. Equustra felt her knees give way, collapsing against the hot, bulging mass of curves that was Goldeneye's throat, and felt her first orgasm hit at last.

This one was merely a gentle wave, a soft sort of hillock as the mountainous peaks of pleasure beckoned, but it still washed over her in a delicious pulse of pure bliss. The licking tongues of flame which had sprouted from her loins lapped all across her as the mere thoughts nudged her tenderly over the edge. _Dessert... oh... _

She slumped against him as he tossed his head, now hooking that long tongue between Siobhan's hind legs to slaver across the smooth curve of her thighs, and let out all the pent-up breath in a long, gasping moan, feeling a slow trickle begin down the inside of her thighs. But far from extinguishing them, the sensation only served to intensify the flames of desire. Helpless as a foal, she felt her slick fingers find their sweet spot again, and slumped again as the feathery bulges convulsed with their helpless occupant, around her, purring softly to herself.

The fantasy had only just begun...

***

And now her death was nearly finished.

_ _

Siobhan kicked out again as the slick, firm tongue caressed her, desperately trying to land a hoof on the ground, but she was totally airborne now, suspended completely by the gryphon's innards. She whinnied desperately, but the constant, sweltering grip of the heat had exhausted her wriggling squirms. The mare coughed out another thick trickle of her predator's gurgling saliva, and tried again, feeling an ache in her muscles as great as if she'd just galloped a full mile.

Did she feel it, trembling through her now... the weakness, the desire to give in and let the superior creature have its meal? The desire which Equustra was currently pulsing with, snuggling into her from the outside?

No. Siobhan did not. She was an animal, and animals cannot imagine the true loss of all hope. So she squirmed again, hearing the shaking, rumbling purrs and groans of pleasure as Goldeneye's body savoured her, and tried feebly to toss her head into the walls, the hot, humidly musky air inside seeming to sap her strength with every breath. Now the gryphon's tongue could stretch enough to tickle her fluffed ankles, caress the plate-sized hooves... everything below her knees just a series of bulges in this endless throat...

...or not quite. Delirious with exertion and terror, the mare couldn't help but be relieved as she felt the tight tunnel of clenching, wet flesh finally open up around her, a chamber which was full of air even hotter than the rest of the gryphon's body, air thick with a harsh, acrid scent, air which filled a space far, far too small for a horse of her great stature... but all the mare's lungs cared about was that it was air. She gasped, feeling the strength return, slightly, and gritted her teeth, starting to sway her whole body back and forth in a frantic struggle for life. The throat flexed and turned around her, slick flesh massaging all over, but the soft, snarling moans which echoed through Goldeneye's sloshing innards were only pleasured.

(Outside, Equustra couldn't help herself from uttering a heartless giggle, watching as the gryphon moved his powerful, rippling neck and swollen ribcage in lazy sweeps, letting his prey wriggle all she wanted. She herself had laid before him, limbs parted in a gesture of total submission to her new Master - save, of course, for one hand, which was still keeping up its decadent, sticky work...)

_ _

Siobhan whimpered now, and slumped, another desperate hope exhausted. She tried to toss her head, and found that the fluids coating these walls were odd. Not simply hot and wet, they created a strange sensation which she did not like at all. Almost... burning.

She swallowed, wriggling desperately, realising through her blind animal terror that her hooves themselves now rested at last in the gryphon's maw, tail frisking around in the saliva. The tongue was teasing at them, wriggling into the smooth, fleshy crevices between the bone with torturing glee. Whinnying at the horrendous tickles, the mare tried to squirm again, and only succeeded in splashing her muzzle into the pool at the bottom of that hideous belly.

The liquid was uncomfortably hot, and yet it was at the same time, searingly hot. She shrieked in pain, writhing desperately, but it only churned up the gryphon's acids even more. Now the pain was starting to set in, tingling greedily on her flesh as Siobhan bucked uselessly, still sliding no further in. He was just holding her before the final, damning swallow, Siobhan would have thought correctly, had her sapience been more developed and less distracted by the hideous sensations. As it was, she only uttered her rearing cries, kicking helplessly as her body's fleshy cocoon started to seal shut, slowly and tenderly.

***

She's ready, he murmured softly, and the little unicorn quivered adoringly with fingers dripping, standing to examine her Master's distended form. Goldeneye let her, even arching his neck a little more to pronounce the delicious rippling waterfall of feathery bulges which ran down it: all that remained of Equustra's beloved mount save for the delicious silky tail - that snowy plume was still trying to frisk and sway halfway down his throat, the tickling sensation right around his epiglottis driving him insane with sheer desire, teasing him at least as much as he was teasing the young equine. And, of course, Siobhan's large, oddly satisfying hooves. The hard bone ground pleasurably in useless circles over his tongue, jostling deliciously as they led to Siobhan's sweet, thickly fluffed calves as they stretched his tight throat so, so delectably with her wriggling form.

And in my name... he mused coolly to himself, feeling a small hand caress the distension just above his ribcage which had been the mare's belly. When had he last had a meal of this size? Goldeneye was anything but a normal gryphon, but had he been so, he would have needed around six hundred pounds a week to survive sufficiently. Nothing like this colossal horse: Siobhan must have been nearly four times that much. It was an act of pure, sheer gluttony, and Equustra could sense that. The gryphon felt it in her shuddering caress, in the way she pressed her warm little body to his bulges and the beginning of the distension beneath his legs, where the terrified horse's head was just the start of the filling meal...

Normal gryphons, even those of the Mathraxians, the enormous species Goldeneye had adopted, would never dream of attempting to swallow a meal even half this size. But again: no normal gryphon this. He moaned again, feeling the great stretches and distensions shift and flex, rubbing and massaging his sensitive, engorged throat. Let his little pet have her fun.

Say goodbye, my dear.

_ _

"I..." Equustra hesitated, and her finger stopped their constant ministrations of that space between her legs, the lust Goldeneye had watched grow so delightfully over her short life colouring slightly with guilt. "I'm... Master, couldn't she... I still don't want..."

Really, he whispered, purring gently as another wriggle set off more squirming deep, deep inside him. Don't you want? To feel her squirm away inside me, nothing but meat? To watch her beautiful body, stewing and melting inside, her form softening beneath my acids until there is nothing left of you but that which nourishes my body?

_ _

It was the change in pronoun that tipped the balance. The gryphon glanced into her mind with an appreciative shiver, examining the fantasies his words had seeded and smirking. Ah, little Equustra, so hopelessly in thrall to herself... and through that, to him. He purred softly, and gestured for an answer.

"I..." she hesitated, stuttered, hesitated again. "I-I... I do. I want her to be yours, M-Master."

Good girl. He dipped the claw lower and felt her nuzzling against it, watching him expectantly. Inside, Siobhan had felt the rising muscular tension, and had perhaps guessed the consequences of them: she had begun to squirm again, slipping further inch by inch... but he held her back. Halfway into the open air, halfway into his belly. The balance between life and death. Oh, yesss...

_ _

He swallowed at last, and toppled it forever.

Down! Oh, how the gift horse went down. For all her great girth, it seemed that Siobhan could not have glided smoother. Her slick, hard hooves raked gently across his tongue as the epiglottis convulsed, slurping down that heavenly wave of tail hairs and sealing away the horse inside his tomb of muscled gullet-flesh.

Equustra was gasping again and again, watching the slow slide with eyes seemingly wider and hungrier than his engorged throat itself as she pleasured herself frantically. For Goldeneye's part, his own joy came from a slightly different location: his stomach, which was bulging as pound after pound of thick horse flesh squeezed - no, poured - into it. The acids set to work at once, and Siobhan began to squirm even harder as more of her slid down, freeing up his beak for the first time in their gluttonous half-hour together. Nothing natural could ever had held this much meat, but he took her weight greedily and accepted each extra pound of wriggling flesh with delight, already having to stretch his thighs apart as the bulge stretched muscle and flesh, and just grew larger and larger.

Oh, yes... when had he felt such gluttonous fullness? The squirming mare was already distending him even further than he could remember, and barely half of her had slid into the churning sac. He arched his neck and exercised newly-freed lungs in a roar of triumph and predatory delight, feeling his prey wriggling as the tight space crushed her body into an unnatural curve, the bulge growing even more as her hindquarters started to slip in, his blissfully sensitive gullet relaxing at last. His engorged belly, on the other hand, simply grew and grew. The gryphon groaned in pleasure as his oesophageal sphincter stretched itself around Siobhan's wide equine rump, loud slurpings coming from deep within him as the mare wriggled in discomfort. He glanced down to see little Equustra at his swelling stomach, rocketing at last into a climax which was much less gentle and soft than the last. Overcome by her passion, she launched herself into his thick, silky plumage and cuddled the descending mass of bulges, grinding her hips lustfully against it as her mind pulsed bright with ecstasy. The pleasure was great enough that her thoughts were barely coherent.

Goldeneye smiled a rather unsettling avian smile, flicking his tail round to press the little unicorn into his stretched belly fur, and closed his eyes to savour the moment. End her.

Slowly, feeling the glorious muscle spread apart with every pull, he swallowed for the last time, sending a final, damning ripple sliding down the hot, clenching tunnel of his throat. It was a struggle on both sides, but he was more than strong enough. Slowly Siobhan was pulled into his crushingly tight, churning stomach.

A final, groaning snarl of relief and pleasure, a deep gurgle of flesh as his gullet finally sealed itself once more, almost painful from its colossal stretching, and it was done. Suddenly, he felt a wave of blissful exhaustion overwhelm him, nearly buckling his legs. The basest of feelings a creature could have: the contentment of a full stomach.

And what a stomach it was. He groaned softly as the horse squirmed within him, trying frantically to make her hot, fleshy confines a little less uncomfortable. The gryphon's normally sleek, smooth blue underbelly had distended itself massively, the edge of his great ribcage almost perfectly defined by the immediate swell behind it where his rippling stomach hung, fully three or four feet lower to the ground before. Inside - he flexed his legs slightly, testing the weight, which must have been nearly a third of his own massive bodyweight at least - the rest of his internal organs were crushed up against his abdominal cavity with a rather delicious ache, displaced by their inflated stomach.

"Oh...." he breathed softly, feeling another heavenly round of wriggling sway the great distension from side to side. "Oh, yes..."

But of course, he wasn't finished yet. Oh, no, no, no...

The gryphon glanced down at where Equustra lay, or rather slumped, looking at him with a slight dazed expression upon her beautiful equine face.

He grinned down at her.

***

She felt... drained. The strength had gone from her, siphoned off with every peak of ecstatic pleasure, and now all the unicorn could seem to do was lie against the leafy ground, barely able to lean up slightly, and watch the aftermath.

It hadn't been "everything she'd ever dreamed of", as the cliché went.

It had been so, so much more.

Weakly, still pulsing with warm, glowing waves, Equustra realised how poor her imagination had truly been. How could she have ever hoped to conceive every last exquisite intricacy of the real thing? The gluttonous sounds and sights, the feel of stretched feathered flesh beneath her body, distended with a living creature inside it, the heat radiating with each gulp... and rising above all in its zenith of tremulous ecstasy... she had the knowledge. The knowledge that this was...real, not just a cruel fantasy but real. Siobhan was being swallowed down, to die in that shaggy-furred belly, trapped beneath the enormous beast's layers of muscle and feathers, and now... it was all over.

Blinking dewy, violet-green eyes, she raised herself unsteadily to her hooves, and bowed to the great predator. "I... she's inside. It's over... M... Master... isn't it?"

The gryphon's ears flicked lazily, back and forth, and a single purple eye fixed her in its gaze.

_(And was there something familiar there? Some emotion she could not, through the blissful weariness, quite recall?)_He stretched colossal forelegs, the great swell between his legs swinging slightly, and chuckled. His voice seemed a little hoarse now.

"Over? Oh, not at all. Poor Siobhan won't be granted death's mercy just yet."

The unicorn frowned, her slender horn bobbing as she shivered. "I... you mean she's... but, I thought..."

"You thought what?" He raised a dark grey claw to his beak and started to lick it, contented and almost cat-like. "You thought it'd be peaceful for the little horse, that my belly is a gentle murderer? Did you? Oh, no. She is a hardy meal, and a very large one besides. She can stand quite a punishment." His stomach twitched helplessly, accenting his dulcet words. "And oh..." Goldeneye's great head arched sleekly back, softly purring its pleasure to the sun-laden skies above. "How she squirms with it..."

"But..." Equustra felt her legs stumbling forward, carrying her helplessly towards the monster's poised form. "It's hurting her, isn't it? She's still..."

...still alive? The words throbbed through her, heady with imagination. Still alive... what would it feel like for Siobhan? Conscious as she was siphoned away, becoming part of the perfect body she had fallen prey to...

"...still a-alive... in there?"

The gryphon looked down at her, dwarfing her with his gaze alone, and flicked an ear besides his sparkling bronze crown. "Alive?" he murmured, and every syllable of the low, silky voice sent a shiver up and down the unicorn's spine. "Yes. Deliciously so. And the heat, the acids, the clenching squeeze of my stomach... oh, she can feel it all within..." his silver lids flickered slightly, intoxicated by whatever arcane sensations were blitzing through the sentience behind them. "Poor, poor creature. I think she needs a little comforting."

"I..." Equusta swallowed, her throat suddenly thick with emotion. "I don't... Master?"

And suddenly, his beak had split again in a grin, tender and yet maniacally exhilarated. The vast creature stretched again, purring as his swollen gut squirmed at the movement, and flopped down onto a flank with a bone-shaking WHAM. His stomach was now spilled out across his hindlegs, still rippling as the horse within struggled frantically for life and air. Goldeneye yawned, his great beak opening around the voracious cave of dripping flesh inside, and nodded towards the quivering unicorn. "Currently, I'm carrying in excess of one-and-a-half thousand pounds of horsemeat in here, and all of it still living and still wriggling. My digestion may need a little help. And besides... "he gestured at Siobhan's prison, eyes still fixed upon the equine before him. "...don't you want to feel it? The life inside that hot chamber, softening against you, becoming part of me..."

And how could she resist?

Feeling more heat start to pulse low and lustful between her thighs, the unicorn took a step forward, then another, towards the edifice to gluttony that was her avian master's stomach.

Good... His voice whispered silkily inside her skull, predatorily smooth as she reached the gryphon's body, helpless to stop her knees buckling until she was bowed before him as if in some obscene worship. Help her squirm.

_ _

Equustra leant forwards, overbalanced, and fell straight into the hot, rippling embrace. Halfway through, her hindbrain took over and she was already snuggling into it as she hit it, feeling her arousal peak once again with the first touch. The gryphon's throat had been bliss to cuddle up to, stretched around life itself as he gulped down her beloved mare... but this was more.

It was so soft. The equine felt herself sinking into the thick blue fur, cuddling it, burying herself in the hot expanse of scented musk and sloshing gurgles. Her bed, alone and warm only with her own desire? That was nothing now, for this was as close to the real thing as she could get: mere inches away from the furnace of his acidic belly, nuzzling into the soft, churning expanse as beneath thick layers of fat and muscle, Siobhan was cocooned...

She could hear it: the gurgles and groans of a digestive tract utterly stuffed with food, and she could even feel the stomach's clenching, rippling motions as it churned its contents, breaking them down with greedy acid. Now utterly on autopilot, Equustra slipped further onto the huge swell of warmth and rippling muskiness (by this time, she seemed to be reclining on Goldeneye's great stomach bulge itself, the most comfortable, most erotic bed she could have imagined), and dipped her fingers down once more, feeling the old ache return in force.

But it seemed she was too slow. A claw laid itself across the unicorn's back, squeezing her gently down into the soft churning of Siobhan's still-kicking form, and her arm was trapped by it. Equustra whinnied with need, trying instinctively to break free, but then she felt a new sensation.

He was... no, he was...

She craned her neck awkwardly, still rendered docile beneath the pressing talons, and saw what she thought she had seen. Goldeneye's smooth, solid beak was dipped down towards her, and he was nuzzling right at the unicorn's rump.

Her tail, long and sinuous and always fluffed with creamy, silky fur, arched itself in animalistic pleasure.

The gryphon drew back, running that slick tongue around the edges of his beak. He smirked. "Feel her. Feel her as I taste you."

Equustra blinked blearily, trying to utter a response, but then a talon spread itself caressingly along the back of her skull and pressed her down into the gurgling, squirming embrace of the beast's belly. And at the same time, behind her helpless form, Goldeneye's tongue flicked out, lapping gently at her most intimate of areas.

All Equustra could utter was a choked squeak of alarm, and then the sensations simply overwhelmed her larynx, culling her speech with wave after wave of searing bliss.

She had never been with another before, of course: until betrothed, no female noble would have anything to do with that sort of thing. This female noble might have quietly bent the rules just a little with her early-morning imaginings, but she had never gone further than herself.

She had possessed no idea what she had been missing.

The gryphon's tongue swept again in decadent, lazy strokes, not even penetrating but simply stroking along her sensitive areas, and the equine felt her hands gripping thick tufts of silky, shaggy fur as she burrowed into his stomach, helpless to even squirm beneath that firm claw. The magnificent beast was pleasuring her again with another soft lick: nothing more than simple teasing with that hot, slick tongue, but still Equustra felt herself whimper feebly in ecstasy, grinding against as another electric pulse of joy sparked through her.

Oh...

_ _

She was utterly submitted now: even her desires were subject to his slightest whims. Her movement was reduced to the wriggles of pleasure in the silky, gurgling heat of his stomach, still thickly furred despite it's great stretching, and with every pleasurable passing moment, Goldeneye held her a little tighter, now lapping with what seemed a genuine relish for the taste, god, he was actually tasting her, she was his, he was master, she could never have another after this...

_ _

...and all the while, as the unicorn bucked and groaned, feeling stars explode behind her eyes as the gryphon's mysteriously talented tongue pleasured her in ways she could not have imagined... there was still Siobhan, squirming within him. Feeding the god-like creature with her entire being.

Equustra pressed her muzzle into the soft, flesh, feeling it churn as the occupant tried to squirm again, and thought that she could just about hear, far, far away, the sound of a desperate whinnying...

And yet all it could do was make the licking, slurping tongues of flame blaze higher.

***

It hurt.

_ _

It hurt... hideously. Excruciatingly. Savagely. Siobhan did not know any of these words; indeed, she did not know the word "hurt" in the first place. But she understood their meaning.

They meant here.

_ _

The mare moaned, coughing another gruesome mouthful of thick gastric fluids from her muzzle, and tried for the hundredth time to squirm into a more comfortable position. Her neck was bent painfully to the side, curled close to her body, her legs had been folded against her great body, and her every move was held and checked by the tight, crushing embrace of the fleshy walls which surrounded here.

It was useless, and she collapsed, panting the thick, acrid air exhaustedly. She was not just surrounded by it but absolutely cocooned in clenching hot, dripping walls, barely a single inch of space left anywhere. Everywhere, it seemed, the churning, massaging ripples were pressing in on her, softening her... burning her away.

For the darkness was on fire.

It was all Siobhan could comprehend of it. Every inch of flesh was sore and chafing beyond anything she had ever felt, flames searing into her with every brutal caress of her captor's stomach walls. It was the liquid, she thought weakly as another squeeze sent her squirming and screaming, heat and pain all around. The thick, dripping substance which had nearly submerged her wriggling, engulfed body, sloshing into the tiniest gap and tingling away. The tingling would become a prickling in seconds, and the prickling would become agony within minutes. And how long had she been in here?

She could not tell. All she could tell was that it hurt.

The mare slumped again, feeling another surge of sticky liquids settle over her, but even then she could not be still: those heat-filled, fleshy walls were simply grinding more into her, making her huge form twitch helplessly as muscles shoved and nuzzled digesting flesh. She thought she could taste blood, coppery and rank, in her throat, but it might have just been the unspeakable scent of the acids.

The furnace-like heat, the massaging and squeezing over every last inch of her body, the painful fluids eating into her flesh and the hot, wet air... she was so tired. Sleep...

NO! Siobhan jerked again, choking as her head was submerged for a second in a tide of fluids. She could not let it! Mistress! Mistress needed her! The... the monster which had taken her into this wriggling, acidic hell still had her... she had to aid Mistress!

All these and more rushed through the mare's mind without words, in pure emotion. Keening furiously, she flexed her compressed thighs and pushed outwards in a kick which could have, with enough freedom of movement, shattered a tree trunk.

The dark, dripping world convulsed and rippled, another loud gurgling echoing through her pain, and then Siobhan could sense the low vibration of the monster... purring.

_ _

He felt her struggles, and he adored them. The great mare keened again, trying now to kick with her forelegs instead, but only produced an even louder groan of pleasure. Enraged, she threw herself into a frenzy of struggles, wriggling in every direction with every muscle she could muster. The cocoon of hot flesh all around stretched and squished around her, soft forms which must have been Goldeneye's other organs pressing up against her tossing form, his entire body shaking from the force of her passionate wriggling (nearly dislodging the gasping, squirming Equustra from atop the gryphon's distended belly, a few impassable inches above the heat and the churning stomach.)

Siobhan did not know this either, and in any case was by now drawing on blind animal terror to fuel her wriggling, squirming kicks. Her muscles were hurting now...

Keep going...

And then, when the mare could kick and wriggle no more, when the searing ache came from within and without her at once, when her muzzle could barely take in a breath without the soft flesh inside there being filled with more acidic juices, when her body was essentially just furless, nearly-skinless meat which not yet stopped squirming... Siobhan collapsed into the almost gentle embrace of the gryphon's stomach, and learned something that animals can, after all, understand.

The true loss of all hope.

Mistress...

_ _

The pain and the darkness of Goldeneye's voracious belly caressed her adoringly, and the horse was at last still.

His acids cared not, of course. Meat was meat, struggling or not, and now that her cells were no longer attempting to repair, they simply started digesting all the more greedily. Siobhan gave one last twitch, defiant and noble even in death, and above her, on the cushion of her dissolving body, Equustra was held tight and greedy between the churning belly and the gryphon's claw, as his tongue kept up its lustful, hungry work. As her orgasm struck with the force of a thunderbolt, she gasped her helpless pleasure.

***

And then the night.

_ _

***

_ _

It had come for her again.

_ _

Equustra lay nestled within her fine sheets, squirming into a tight ball of equine warmth in the humid heat, and tried to remember. The warm light of a spring dawn crept into her room through the windows, but her eyes were shut against it. Trying to delve deeper.

...and she did.

She frowned slowly with eyes still half-shut, her slender horn tickling the oddly silky mattress beneath her as she snuggled further into the heat, and noticed the curiously dappled, fresh nature of the light around her. And if her mattress was strange - so soft she could feel herself sinking into it, so warm - even hot - that she could feel herself panting slightly even in her half-slumber from it, and so silky and fur-like (though surely no fur could be this smooth) that it seemed to be not just supporting, but engulfing her in its warm, musky embrace.... well, the blankets covering her were just as stranger. A cascade of warm softness seemed to have draped itself across her sleeping form, this fur different somehow from the stuff beneath her... it was thicker, fluffier, almost... featherlike. And yet either it was more than it felt, or she had placed other sheets on top of the strangely blissful blanket, for despite their lightness of sensation, the unicorn's coverings had an odd heaviness to them. No, heaviness wasn't quite it. The word should be...

Holding.

_ _

Yes... she shivered at that. The solid weight atop her was not simply weighty, but constraining - pinning her docile form beneath it and pressing her down into the incredible, squashy heat of the mattress.

All in all, the place was as near to heaven as she could imagine.

The unicorn purred quietly and happily, nuzzling into her mattress, and felt the deliciously familiar wetness begin to blossom within her loins... but this too was different, somehow. There was a pleasant soreness to the desires, a sensation of languid, lazy peacefulness, as if it was only recently she'd been satisfied. Not that the lust was any less strong for it, but still... unusual.

"Mmmm..." she wriggled again, adoring the warmth with a gentle nuzzle, and the scent came now. Again... like nothing she'd ever experienced before, and yet quite incredibly pleasant. It was intoxicatingly thick, deep and musky, sweet and oddly delicious. It was of the spices and fruits of a far-off world she could never travel to.

It was bliss.

She let a few moments pass in a daze, relishing the drowsiness, too comfortable to exert her mind or body with fantasies just yet. But again... this was curious. Had the household acquired some new sheets or something?

"Not quite, my dear..."

_ _

The whisper was so soft and so low that Equustra thought at first she might have simply imagined it entirely. Tones like that wouldn't have existed in the real world anyway - too unnaturally deep, too velvety-smooth, too resonant and rumbling and purring.

And yet...

Something stirred within her, seeming to pass through her increasingly sensitive loins before her brain had a chance to catch it. The unicorn twitched her elegant, blunt muzzle, and slowly fluttered her eyelids open.

A vast expanse of lush blue and silver sloped away all around and above her, mountainous and sleek. It was fur, she realised numbly, or at least some strange substance which was neither fur or feather. And it was moving, rippling softly in the cool morning air, partly from wind... and partly from the slow, massive breaths of her captor.

It was alive.

Equustra uttered a strangled squeak, tried to sit up, and the heavy weight simply rolled her back into the soft, cushiony surface beneath her. The sharp loss of balance finally banished the unicorn's sleep. She gasped.

Goldeneye raised his head at last, freeing her legs from beneath - he had kept her warm during the night with the great feathered expanse of his throat, tossed the dishevelled plumage, and looked coolly down at her. His vast beak split in a smile.

"Good morning, my dear."

She quailed instinctively before his gaze, barely daring to meet those glittering, mismatched eyes. "I... you... a dream..."

"A dream?" he laughed softly, and the sound hummed through her body. "Oh, no. I'm much, much more fun than that. How are you, hmm?"

Trying to squirm up onto her elbows, the unicorn fell back for a moment in the soft, silky heat, and felt her faintly wriggling thighs grinding against each other beneath the solid weight of Goldeneye's neck. She shivered lustfully, and mumbled, "I... um... I'm... Master, you've not... You..."

Slowly the real memories started to return. The gryphon dipped his head almost imperceptibly closer, watching her with hungry eyes.

Equustra felt the blood draining from her muzzle.

"S... Siobhan?"

For the first time, the dominating smirk on Goldeneye's face was not merely excitingly dangerous, but frighteningly so. He gestured languidly with a single talon.

"Where do you think the filling of your mattress comes from?"

The unicorn stared at him, then down at his enormous body, realising that the gryphon's stomach was still hugely, gluttonously distended. The incredible, pillowy softness took on a new quality.

Oh.

She uttered a squeal of panic, trying to wriggle free of his grip, and the squirms this time were frantic and horrified. "No! No, you didn't! Let her out, please! M-master! Please, it's not-"

"It is." The gryphon reached past her and pressed a smooth-scaled grey talon to his bulging gut, and it sank into the fur with a discreet gurgle from within... but Goldeneye's stomach was utterly, still. "It's far, far too late. She's already softening up." He tutted softly, returning his cool, heterochromatic gaze to her. "And you're right. I "didn't". You, on the other hand... you did, remember?"

The unicorn hunched over, holding onto a thick handful of feathers for support. "I... no..." she whimpered, her horn tickling the feathers around her master's eyes. "Please... I didn't... you've got to help her..."

"Help her?" Goldeneye uttered a sharp, avian caw of amusement. "Little one, she's gone. Just a tonne or so of horsemeat stewing away inside me now. Nothing more than this bulge."

Siobhan opened her muzzle, and closed it again, staring down at the band of white-and-dark stripes on her wrists, just where the thick, soft expanse of stomach up fluffed around her body. The gryphon's cruel grin widened.

"I seem to remember that at the exact moment the delicious creature slipped away, you had just reached your first orgasm under my... attentions, hadn't you?"

This time, the blood returned in force as she flushed, remembering now how she had fallen asleep... exhausted, cuddling up to the heavenly, gurgling belly as he gave her another playful lick before nuzzling her into the hot silkiness, snuggled and warm. She had felt truly satisfied for perhaps the first time since her desires had made themselves known all those years ago, too blissed-out to think of anything. Drunk on pleasure.

And here was the next day, and the hangover.

She bit back a sob, trying not to let herself admit it. But Goldeneye knew, of course. He always would know. Her master....

"Oh... don't deny it, Equustra. It's the truth: you knew she was dying, and that was what fuelled your passion. You gave her up for pleasure." The gryphon smiled, lifting his neck up at last, but this time the equine did not take her escape, simply lying against his gently pulsing belly and staring up at him, her violet-green eyes wide and... what was the emotion, she wondered? Not just shame, not regret, not fear or sadness, but also, reigning over them, something erotically self-destructive and defeating...

Submission.

_ _

Equustra realised that she was only just beginning to understand what it meant.

The vast monster smiled, and gave her an almost comforting lick, the hot, wet caress of that tongue travelling over her low-seated breasts, up the sleek curve of her belly and along her smooth chest. "Hush now. She was delicious."

"I... I was just too lustful..." the equine whispered, letting the dextrous, dripping appendage tip her chin upwards to meet the gryphon's eyes once again. He chuckled, the sound rippling through his stomach and through her.

"No such thing. She died for you, Equustra. And it was a delectable death." He winked. "Trapped in the heat and the dusky darkness... feeling the body of your predator surround you and claim you utterly, siphoning away piece by piece as your become nothing but his nutrition..."

She bit her lip to suppress the instinctive moan. Goldeneye purred softly, and shifted his body slightly, letting her simply slide off the huge expanse of his belly. The unicorn's delicate grey hooves stood her easily on the leafy ground, balancing her with the absent-minded ease of the shell-shocked as the gryphon stretched luxuriously, arching his long body like a cat as he ruffled enormous wings back into place. His stomach gurgled greedily between his hind legs, the massive fluffy distension still hanging far, far lower towards the ground than normal - but it was less than she had first seen. Not that much less, but definitely less.

What was in like in the acidic pit of that belly? Were there bones, still forming some vaguely mare-like skeleton? Was the flesh and muscle just a thick soup now, melted away by those terrible acids...

And how, how in the nine hells, is this arousing me?

_ _

But it was. She felt it simply growing as the gryphon tossed his enormous head and started to pad round to face her, every step shaking the ground with his pure power. It was all so hideous and so beautiful, even more perfect that what she had fantasised about for so long...

A part of her even wished it had been her who had slid down that throat, not merely a proxy.

And gods... aroused was an understatement. Equustra snatched her fingers away from the familiar path down her smooth belly as if it was red-hot, flushing even more as the gryphon chuckled at her movement. Despite all the horror of her beloved mare's death (yes, say it, death death death, you poor foolish girl)... the truth was that she would do it again, had she the chance. She was utterly in thrall to her desires: and thus.

The gryphon sat back on his haunches, seeming to proudly display the massive bulge spilling out between his forelegs, and ran the long tongue across his beak again. He spoke softly.

"It's still a lot of meat, my dear. My digestion would adore some help."

Unable to speak, the equine stepped forwards, swallowing in dread and erotic desire. She wanted to. She hated it, she wanted to break down and sob at it... but she wanted to so badly that it hurt. Equustra dipped her head to crawl between his pillar-like legs, under the silky flow of chestfeathers, past that titanic ribcage... and then she knelt beneath her avian master, staring at the dissolving remains of her soulmate. Slowly Equustra reached out one hand, then the other, and then with increasing vigour, she began to rub and massage the bulging stomach. She felt her own stomach tingle hungrily, the feeling running all the way down to her loins, and one hand stole its way under there on instinct.

A soft moan broke the early morning quiet, and she felt again the heady, blissful rush of pure and total submission as her body fell into its natural ways: the ways of a slave. Just as her ancestors had been... except that this slave served a master truly worthy of the title.

And it felt so good, to cuddle the warmth and feel it gurgle softly against her, a horrible yet comforting parody of the affection her mount had once shown. She was even grinding her hips a little, enjoying the silky heat on her sensitive belly and breasts. And all the time, one hand was trapped down there, at first simply stroking, but before long it was starting to move firmer, harder, faster, and she was beginning to pant...

...and then the arm was lifted away, fingers still dripping as her squeak of protest went ignored, and the gryphon's belly was rising up, his powerful hind legs rippling sensuously with colossal bands of muscle as he stood once more. And as Equustra tried to turn and squirm out, to stare up into his eyes and ask what should I do?, she was instead met with the hot, fluffy expanse of his neck, and the upside-down underside of a beak, nudging against her raised hindquarters...

Let me help.

_ _

His tongue flicked out, caressed her once, flicked back in again, and then started to get to work. Equustra bit her lip and groaned weakly, slumping against the swaying gut before her as the warmth struck her loins once more. Gods... do it, she thought Take me again, Master.

"Oh..." the gryphon breathed, his words washing over her in a hot cascade of breath scented with thick musk and the faintest hint of digesting equine. "...I intend to."

He laughed low and sensuously and picked her up with a single claw, rolling smoothly over onto his back again with vast wings splayed proudly across the ground. He ignored the squeal of surprise as Equustra was suddenly whirled around, laying her elegant form instead across his powerful chest, and nodded lazily at her. "Good... I think you deserve a more comfortable seat. My stomach can manage for now. Enjoy."

He dipped his beak forwards, starting to lick again, and the little unicorn obeyed.

But as Equustra uttered a soft whinny and began to nuzzle and nestle herself into the delicious silkiness of his chestfeathers, it seemed that the gryphon was intent on some kind of foreplay instead of continuing his licks. His tongue was taunting her, washing over her thighs and curves, entwining intimately with the sinuous twirl of her tail, tracing lower and lapping - almost suckling - at her hooves.

"Tease..." she mumbled weakly, snuggling into the warmth as the huge creature shifted, curling slightly more around from beneath her, and he laughed, another wave of heat breezing over. But after a few minutes, the constant lapping and suckling had not ended, and she was getting more and more needy. She tried to turn round and make an offer to get that heavenly tongue a little higher up her legs, but her legs were clamped. Equustra blinked in confusion, managing just to turn her head and look behind.

Her hooves - and ankles as well, the fur already drenched in thick saliva - had been engulfed into the soft, hot flesh of Goldeneye's beak.

The unicorn's first thought was that he was simply continuing his tender affections, and that beyond this, he would go no further. But then, even as her elegant lips began to form themselves around a slightly anxious query, Equustra looked up, and she saw his eyes.

There it was.

The look with had haunted her dreams for all those years, the look which could convey even more than this creature's arcane telepathy by virtue of a single glance. The look which had perhaps started all Equustra's helplessly depraved desires, so long ago.

Hunger. Desire. Desire so strong that she felt like its sheer potency could knock her out instantly. But she wouldn't be, because those eyes didn't want that. They wanted her awake and alive. Raw, alive, still squirming. Living meat.

The sheer power smouldered within the terrible bejewelled orbs, a thousand times more intense than the long-forgotten lion, than Equustra could ever imagine. Now, suddenly, their dark abyssal pupils had betrayed their true nature: cruelty. Cruelty, hunger and monstrous lust. She realised that she was terrified, and also that she was more aroused than she had ever been in her life.

She knew what was happening. And the knowledge alone flooded her with a wave of chokingly heady bliss, making her limp and docile as the gryphon smiled around her... and swallowed.

Just once, just a small, gentle movement of sleek avian muscles. Enough to pull in half of her calves.

The sensation was incredible.

It was like stepping into the luxury of a fully heated bath, except as hot and wet as such a thing was, water had none of the firm, massaging silkiness of Goldeneye's maw. Flesh seemed to cocoon her ankles, rising up around her calves and now her knees as his tongue entwined with them. And the sensation of that... it seemed as skilled as an expert masseur, tracing lovingly over every last curve of her legs. The unicorn groaned, and without a single conscious thought her hand thrust itself up between her legs, desperate for the stimulation that the predator had so cruelly withdrawn from her. It was impossible to think straight through the gasp of relief as her ache was satisfied, and so the gryphon had time to savour her for nearly twenty seconds of docility before Equustra managed to speak.

"No... you... gods, you can't be h-hungry again! What a-about... I thought... I-I thought she... she'd have sated you, at least!"

Goldeneye laughed, only a soft, gentle laugh, but still the vibrations rumbled strongly through the slick, hot cavern of that beak, and before the chuckling purr had even begun to fade his voice spoke smoothly inside her head. Sated? Me? My darling... that's not how I function. Eating is nothing but a pleasure - I need no food or breath to live. But pleasure... that I do enjoy, so much that then I am insatiable _. He smirked around her the fleshy walls clenching a little. _Besides, after such a heavenly meal as your great mare, isn't a dessert customary?

_ _

Dessert...

She felt her elbows give out, and fell forwards into the mass of hot silky fluffiness ahead, with the mass of hot silky wetness behind slurping up another inch or so with the same terrifying blissful results. Equustra groaned again. Dessert... She found herself longing to have him use the word again.

"No..." But it was a small, weak protest, and even she wasn't convinced. The unicorn pushed herself back up, shifting the thick blue fluffiness beneath, and managed to stutter out something else as her legs were toyed with by his tongue, pulses of pleasure running in shivers up and down her spine. "P-please... I k-k-know it's... quite, u-um pleasurable..." she winced at the colossal underexaggeration, but continued on nonetheless. "...but I... M-master, I still d-don't want to die! Please!"

Another low laugh, and the gryphon's tongue flicked up again, teasing and tasting her until Equustra shook and collapsed in a whimpering, moaning tangle of limbs on top of his throat. He began to purr , soft and deadly. Don't you? Don't you want to follow Siobhan down my throat? To feel the heat and slickness of this body claim you in the most complete, most total sense? To feed a greater creature than you are, to submit in the most absolute way imaginable?

_ _

It didn't help that Goldeneye swallowed just as he finished, dragging her sensitive breasts over the thick, hot silkiness of his chest, or that his tongue suddenly stepped up the intensity of its lustful ministrations, but they both knew the power of his words. The gryphon could play Equustra's emotions effortlessly, just as he could play her body for his own pleasures. The words alone incited to desire.

Another moment of indecisive, quivering stillness, and as if this was merely a game, Goldeneye sneaked in another quick, noisy gulp, his beak by now inching its way up her thighs. After the ease with which he had consumed her mount, Equustra guessed he could have probably downed her in two or three powerful gulps. But of course not. He wanted to enjoy her.

The unicorn's own feelings were not helping her attempt to escape.

She shuddered, kicking out frantically at the hot, enfolding maw all around her (as much as her muscles just wanted to submit, to wriggle not in fear but in ecstasy, and simply fantasise of themselves being melted away into the titanic body of their murderer... NO!) and grasped at Goldeneye's thick feathers, hauling herself forward which as much strength as she could muster.

The mthroat clenched.

_ _

Equustra's wriggles were cut short and reversed, more of her elegant equine legs vanishing into the heavenly embrace of sweltering flesh. His tongue swept over her thighs and tickled her rump, almost soothing. Shhh, shhh... you know you want it. Join your beloved horse in the furnace of my belly. You can digest together.

_ _

"I d-do... no, I d-d-don't! Master, p-please!"

He laughed, and sent a chorus of tantalising ripples up and down her throat, the tongue starting to edge closer to Equustra's sweet spots once again. Ah, this is delightful. My darling, my little morsel of dessert... do you really think I'm swallowing you because of some perverted desire of wish-fulfilment? That you're actually sliding down this gullet because you "want" to? No... it is because I want you to. And because I adore this little conflict of lust and fear that's been stoked up. Your emotions are just.... intoxicating. Equustra felt another squeeze of rippling throat. The lion's gift has grown so much, hasn't it?

_ _

She froze, slipped as her hooves started to reach a kink in the gryphon's throat, and slumped to his hot chest. "What?"

_ _

Goldeneye smirked, and cupped the unicorn's back with a smooth claw, rolling slightly to let his beak stretch a bit wider - oh gods, he's doing it, he's REALLY doing it. A single ebony talon reached up over her head, tickling the needle point of her horn, and his gullet claimed another half-inch, by now dripping with constant streams of saliva. Oh, keep wriggling, please... the beast murmured softly. It's utterly delicious. And yes, our little lion friend. You remember, don't you? The lion who started this all? Who awoke the instincts of prey, deep within your delicate psyche?

_ _

Equustra managed to twist her head round again, trying to peek over the gryphon's claw as it started to caress the fur around her shoulders. "I don't... how did you know about that?"

And then the last sentence, delivered with casual pleasure inside her mind. Another low, cruel cackle. Don't worry. You'll be meeting him again soon as well.

_ _

What.

The unicorn blinked slowly, feeling somehow delicate now, as if the heat had actually sapped her solidity and the remnants were as ethereal and fragile as her silky fur. "You mean... no, y-you..." She paused, and took a deep breath of heady musk. "...you ate him?"

Slurping lazily at the underside of her thighs, unbearably close to but not touching her sex, the gryphon giggled maniacally. Ate him? Please, my darling. Not only did I eat him after your encounter... I was the one who sent him after you in the first place.

_ _

Equustra froze.

"WHAT?"

_ _

Oh, yes. Goldeneye arched his back with a deep groan of delight, stretching the terrible maw wider in a colossal yawn, and his prey slipped in another decadent inch. He shivered with pleasure. Mmm... oh, yes. Your latent instincts for submission were already absolutely exquisite... but they were just that. Latent, and undiscovered. You needed a catalyst, a way to unlock the treasure-trove of hidden desires. And I provided one.

_ _

And even as she reeled from that revelation, staring at the faintly rippling stomach in front of her with violet-emerald eyes wide and awestruck, the gryphon's tongue stopped its teasing and began the real work. Equustra gasped, feeling muscles start to make her squirm of her own accord... but nothing would be denied to the tongue. It seemed to explore every crevice it could find, not penetrating sharply, but simply stimulating in a way which was at once ecstatic and unbearable. The equine felt her pulse pounding in her ears as her heart thumped it's way on through the overwhelming lust, and all that was before Goldeneye swallowed.

Thick flesh convulsed all around her, a hot, slick, utterly possessive massage which seemed to actually make the unicorn's vision dim slightly with raw pleasure. So much... so much nothingness just beneath her hooves, the void of throatflesh seeming to have it's own physical pull as it drew her deeper in to fill the hunger... now her delicate breasts rested on top of Goldeneye's tongue, the wet smoothness making every movement a rush of searing sensations. And above all, through the throng of pleasures rode the one intoxicating thought: I'm going to die.

And it's going to be an experience to die for.

Equustra kept squirming, but not even she could no longer tell if she was actually trying to get free of the sensuous embrace of her cruel master's throat, or simply squirming for... well, for the sheer terrified pleasure of squirming.

She kept at it, feeling tears growing on her cheek as another gulp pulled up her stomach, sealing her further in.

The gryphon's own infinitely more deadly stomach awaited...

***

It has been argued by many philosophers that is impossible for any with telepathic ability (commonly known as Voidseers, as one who can see and perhaps manipulate the ether-space of pure thought that is the void) to remain sane. Others argue the contrary: the constant ability to understand and examine other's thoughts is proof against any kind of delusion - after all, how can one possibly believe one's own mind when the evidence of others so clearly contradicts it? - and so it is in fact impossible for a state of insanity to be genuinely achieved.

Regardless, Goldeneye mused to himself as he sent his tongue slipping up between the mounds on the unicorn's belly, feeling her squirm with a groan of pleasure (from both parties), there was one thing which telepathy did definitely do.

It made you an artist.

None who experienced the beauty of a living mind, pulsing in the dark, alight with glowing, sinuous cascades of emotion, could fail to become utterly addicted to the sensation. And when the emotions were bright and searing, hot with riotous passion, when by your mental hand the fires glowed in misery or happiness... the power, the beauty was so strong he could nearly taste it.

And here, with all little Equustra's lust flowing into her fear, all the unleashed sexuality against the terror of his prey, it was as if the flames of her consciousness were at war with each other. He let her rest and wriggle for a moment, stroking the great weight in his throat as it pressed against his spine deliciously, and took another hungry glance at the unicorns mind. The delicate dance was blurringly fast now, emotions churning and roiling in a storm of desperate passion. There was pleasure, alright, so much it made her thoughts hazy, and there was fear as well... but it only fed the lust.

She was loving this.

It wouldn't have made any difference whether she enjoyed it or not, of course, but my, such mental pyrotechnics are just dazzling. The gryphon uttered another purring growl, swallowed again - gently, but enough to let Equustra feel his dripping throat squeeze every available inch - and watched the fireworks explode in her mind, feeling the lithe equine body wriggle and kick desperately within his gullet. He shivered in delight, clenching again to envelop the sweet curves of her legs (and those hooves, solid and bone-hard in a pleasing contrast to the softness of her flesh, stretching his flexible gullet and preparing it for the rest of her body's entrance) and drag a few inches more in.

The physical had its own place, of course: taste. There was a lot of that, and it was all utterly, utterly delectable. He shivered greedily, purring through his feathers, and slurped his tongue across the unicorn's belly again, making her giggle helplessly from the tickling. Equustra carried such a unique taste, light and delicate and fragrant, yet with a earthy, horsy tone to it which melted on his tastebuds. There was a certain sweetness as well, particularly around the honeyed fluids he'd been hungrily collecting from between her legs. Delicious.

Dessert really was the perfect word for her. The churning, fleshy sac of Goldeneye's stomach was already full and swollen beyond normal limits, distending his entire abdominal cavity with sheer mass. The colossal weight of meat which had been Siobhan stretched him beyond anything he could remember in a long time. Every movement pulled at his taut sensation which would have been pain if it was not so pleasurable. And yet, she felt like she'd slip into it perfectly. That sleek equine body, those hooves, that tail... a perfect fit for an acid bath.

The unicorn had finally managed to grasp hold of her senses once more. Through a jaw clenched to stop it from simply hanging open and panting lustily, Equustra squirmed her way round, her tail pushed up behind her by the dripping press of the gryphon's throat, and mumbled another comment. "Y-you... gods... you g-gave me this... this desire? But..."

No no no... Goldeneye interjected coolly, smirking as the base of his gullet ground against her sensitive areas, provoking a shuddered moan from the unicorn. She seemed to lose heart for the time being, simply lying two-thirds of the way into his body. Not long to go now. I didn't give it to you at all. You had it all the time, and I simply... released it. Oh, don't worry. That lion had was never a threat to you, my dear morsel of dessert. I was in control of its instincts all the time. It didn't need to hurt you, just... show you how easy it was to hurt you. And how it felt to be at its mercy. To submit.

_ _

No answer. Equustra seemed to simply breathe from inside him, panting helpless (she was close now, ever stimulating ripple of his silken gullet tempting the encroaching orgasm just that little bit closer). He felt her whimpering in dread and fear, grinding softly against his throat, and let the motion carry him into another glorious swallow, slurping up the unicorn's flat chest (the breasts on her stomach, just as in the manner of a feral creature, had been a particular pleasure, and the hungry gryphon could still feel them pressing tenderly against his throat walls). Now her head was inside, nearly at his throat. She made a few feeble jerks of her head, as if half-heartedly trying to stab him with the slim point of that delicate horn, but there was no will in it. The unicorn didn't want to hurt him. The submission went too strong.

He smirked softly, feeling the tip tickle the roof of his mouth.

But she was still trying to live. Equustra uttered a shaky, terrified squeal, using her arms to grasp at the edges of his beak with a determined strength: her last possible handhold before the dark depths of his innards.

Awww.

_ _

Now if he wished, and if he was happy biting off her arms (tempting, and Goldeneye would have been more than capable even if the unicorn's limbs had been of reinforced steel, but... no. He wanted her to squirm everything she had on the way down), he could have shut his beak on the delicious equine entirely, trapping her in that hot, sticky darkness forever. Soon that would happen. Soon.

Or... perhaps sooner. He paused for a moment, perfectly, unnaturally still, simply feeling the unicorn as she was now in all her exquisite glory, and then stretched again, rolling over onto powerful legs. Goldeneye raised his head carefully, uttering a groan as his distended belly swayed noisily (oh, it was still so blissfully heavy), a chorus of gurgles emanating from the digesting mass inside it. He looked down at the surface of his beak, a roof of smooth grey bone on one side and soft wet flesh on the other, imprisoning the equine resting upon his tongue.

Equustra was still wriggling, but the heat, and the constant stimulation, and the sheer desire seemed to have sapped some of her strength, so that she only kicked feebly, mostly just lying submissive and still in his maw, panting and uttering rather adorable little keening noises which might have been sobs or moans, or both. The gryphon smiled, reaching up with a claw to caress the delicious bulge she made, and spoke inside the unicorn's head.

Equustra?

_ _

She squirmed a little more at that managing to clench those small hands and haul herself up an inch - an inch that Goldeneye happily reclaimed instantly, flexing his tongue a little to tip her back. Naughty, he purred softly.

"I...." The unicorn coughed weakly, her hips shifting a little inside his throat as she ground herself against him. "I don't want this..."

Oh, I know. And I also know that you do want it. He chuckled, padding forwards a few steps to examine the hide that the little unicorn had sought to conceal herself in, all those pleasure-soaked hours ago. And above all, I do know this: it doesn't matter what you want now. You've gained that nadir of submission at last, my dear. You're prey, in the most intimate, purest sense. You're mine.

_ _

"I... no..." But yes, her mind murmured gently to itself in the throbbing beat of her arousal. The gryphon smiled around her, going a little cross-eyed as he tried to catch a glimpse of those delicious three-fingered hands, grasping his beak. So fragile, this last attempt to hold onto to life. So easily broken... but who said he'd have to break her grip himself?

Shhh, shhh. It's not important anymore, remember. But the thing is... in a few moments, I'm going to swallow. He felt himself starting to pad around, meandering back and forth in a determined attempt to resist the desperate desire to simply gulp down the heavenly obstruction in his throat. And down you'll slide, down the dripping heat, down into the eternal darkness.

"N-no..." Equustra whimpered, trying to kick out at the all-body embrace of her predator's gullet, and the gryphon shivered again, feeling his throat ripple. Delicious.

Oh, yes. he purred calmly, licking her face from beneath and chuckling as the flare of arousal in the equine's mind peaked again. You could have the strength of your lovely mare, or twice that, and it would make no difference: you'd still be sliding down in a few moments. It's over, my darling. Your fantasy is true at last: and your life is forfeit.

_ _

A silent, shivering whimper, and he knew that even that had made the fire in her submerged loins flare. A pity he could no longer taste his little unicorn right there...

But I have a... kind of a mercy in me. Goldeneye yawned, feeling his epiglottis flex hungrily against the rump of his prey, and instinctively she was squirming into it, still shivering in helpless desire. Mmmm... you see, Equustra, if I open my beak a little more, you could slip your hands in, and down my throat.

_ _

Confusion. "B-but... but what... Master, I... I... n-no!" She wriggled feebly, exhausted and near-docile. "I'm going to h-hang on..."

You can try to, he breathed softly inside her mind. But you're going to be swallowed no matter what. And it's actually quite a long way to my stomach. Several minutes at least, if I take you slowly. Enough time to experience every last ripple of muscle as it seals you forever, trapped within... and certainly enough time to enjoy your last moments of life to the... he paused lewdly, chuckling through her body ...fullest.

_ _

There was no reply from his beak. The gryphon smiled, and sat back down on his haunches, groaning softly as his colossal belly swayed heavily beneath him. Yes, that's the delightful part of it. Take those hands inside, and you can pleasure yourself to whatever you desire as you are claimed. But to do that... you must submit, my darling. You must give up your last hope of survival. You must... he licked over her desperate, grasping fingers ...let go.

_ _

"I..." Equustra slumped against him, a slow groan of desperate pleasure emanating from her throat. "I don't... want to..."

Oh yes you do.

_ _

A long moment passed, and every second the gryphon ached to swallow, but he held his tongue. Equustra squirmed one way, then the other, tried to pull with the weak grip her fingers had on the saliva-slick beak, failed, and fell back against the heat of his throat. She tightened her grip feebly, still shivering with molten desire...

...and then, slowly, one by one, the fingers of one hand uncurled themselves.

The gryphon felt his eyes close just as hers did, feeling the final, full weight of absolute inevitability settle over Equustra's mind. It was not quick or painful. It was slow, and somehow soft, soft and warm as his throat. Accepting her with loving arms. She quivered, breaths coming in shaky gasps, and slowly moved her hands, shifting and starting to pull them into his throat.

Good, Goldeneye whispered. Utterly, deliciously good.

_ _

He felt her squirming, readying, pulling her arms back and into him as she shuddered and sniffled, and he prepared for the last, damning, decadent swallow.

***

It was glorious.

The moment her fingers parted the chitinous edge, any sensations which were not part of the gryphon's rippling maw and throat were gone. The outside world was gone, never to be hers again. Even the very air she panted in was claimed by her predator: hot and humid, scented with his strange, exotic musk.

It was glorious.

Shuddering, Equustra leaned forwards, pedalling her hooves against the slick throat - and yet every movement seemed to be in slow motion, lazy and inexorable - and shifted her slim shoulders, pulling in an arm. She felt the gryphon's flesh stretching eagerly around her, accepting the extra size with ease. A loud gurgle of flesh sounded from below, and the unicorn moaned again, her loins crying out with desperate desire. Swallowed alive...

It took her nearly a minute to squeeze her right arm down into the throat, and by that time, she was beginning to cry again, even as her fingers slipped their way through the silken folds of dripping heat and nestled in the warmth of her belly.

The other hand was still grasping: her final lifeline. The unicorn swallowed, and stared at it. For a moment, her mouth opened in a feeble, silent plea... but no words would come. Nor would any have possibly worked.

She uncurled her fingers, and sealed her fate forever.

Goldeneye made no movement, and for a moment the little equine thought madly that perhaps he had heard after all, that beyond this, there would be nothing more. But she didn't want that now. She wanted that vast, fleshy-mawed beak to close forever, sealing her tomb of heat and silken throat walls... claiming her.

And the gryphon obliged. Teasingly, not swallowing yet - she was now effectively little more than a head, poking out of the back of his mouth, her silky mane tickling that arch of throat - Goldeneye began to close his open beak. The small patch of woodland she could see, her old life, her life, vanished inch by inch between the two layers of soft, slick flesh. The tongue beneath her chin flexed with every moment, tasting the last of her as the light dwindled, shrank, closed to a slim line of light...

...and was gone.

The gryphon held her for another second in total, perfect stillness, letting her experience the absolute pitch black of his innards as that long tongue flexed to stroke along the underside of her chin one last time, and then, with a slurp and a gurgle which seemed deafening to Equustra's new, submerged ears, he swallowed her whole.

And it was ecstasy within and without. Without, all was an endless flexing of heat and softness, strong muscles caressing every single inch. Within, the fires inside her were rising, peaking, rising again in a joyous crescendo. Pleasure overwhelmed the unicorn, stars blinking the gurgling pitch-black of her predator's throat as she wriggled, gasped, and groaned, feeling now a slight squeeze which could have meant she was entering the gryphon's ribcage - and it only added to the pleasure. Within him, within this god-like predator. So much flesh surrounded her on every side that it seemed her universe began and ended at the edges of this slick, clenching tube of muscle - how could anything exist outside the labyrinth of Goldeneye's insides?

The gryphon was taking her slowly, each swallow a slow, weak affair that barely propelled her further into him... but propel her he was. Inch by inch, Equustra felt herself slipping down. Goldeneye was already colossally, immensely full, she supposed as another wave of squirmy ecstasy rocketed through her (still not a climax, no, just more agonising blissful pulses). Why should he be in any hurry to swallow down this extra morsel?

This dessert. Gods, the word alone sent her into another bout of wriggling, panting and gasping in the humid dark until her muscles ached. That was right, take your time with me... this is heaven.

The sensation was everywhere now: a constant tidal wave of massaging, clenching muscles, trapping the equine inside from hoof to horn. Heat soaked into her in drenched, rippling waves, sapping the strength from her muscles with every massaging gulp until all Equustra felt able to move was the few fingers squeezed tight against her lustful nethers, and the automatic squirms that resulted. Other than that, and the hard, groaning pants of desperate pleasure, she didn't think she could genuinely struggle at all. Not struggling was just far, far too delicious.

Further down, and the heat was unmistakably growing, against all logic. Even the air around her, somehow still wholesome and clean, still managed to sear her lungs pleasantly. And there, as the muscles slurped her further down... Was that his heart? Powerful, massive as her entire chest, throbbing away at a pace far slower than her own hummingbird beat. A god's heartbeat.

_ _

Heaven.

_ _

Down, down, deeper, somewhere between consciousness and dreaming. Time seemed to spiral into nothing, as if she had entered a Möbius strip composed of eternal throatflesh, returning in endless circles of blissfulness. She had no idea where she was now: the gryphon's body had taken her in, and as it should be, she belonged to it now. Why should I be treated as living? Why shouldn't I be meat?

_ _

Very good. And this was not her dazed subconscious. Goldeneye chuckled as the unicorn shuddered and squirmed inside his gullet, a soft purr shaking her fleshy prison. You understand it now, don't you, Equustra?

"I..." a weak, soft, exhausted whisper, and yet he could hear her. Of course he could. "I think... I do... Master..."

Well, not long now. I've dragged you out as long as I can... savoured every ounce of that gorgeous body. But now...

_ _

Her hooves suddenly registered open space, a tight sphincter slurping open around them in a rolling, caressing band of muscle as the unicorn began to slide through. Goldeneye's soft laugh hummed through his dripping innards.

Time to end it all.

_ _

Equustra whimpered feebly, a spark of the old terror penetrating her aura of bliss. "B-but... I..."

Her whimpers trailed off. The monster was right; she did understand. It had to end like this. She had to breathe her last in the hot, churning mass of his stomach, massaged and melted away into nothingness. Otherwise, this pleasure, this ecstasy of despairing joy... it wouldn't be complete.

This was the true submission, before which all others could not stand. This was perfection.

Another slurping squeeze, and in went Equustra's calves, the sleek fur now drenched and sodden, massaged into quivering docility. She groaned, sprawled out in the tight gullet, and wriggled the portion of her now in this ominous open space. It was all too horribly clear where they were.

The air in the gryphon's stomach was even hotter than the rest of him: a silky, steamy heat that almost seemed to have physical presence lapping over her exposed calves with alluring gentleness. It's soft and warm here, it seemed to gurgle to her. Why not join us?

_ _

The unicorn bit her lip and moaned softly, thrusting again in a peak of pleasure. She would be soon, oh yes. Inch by inch: Goldeneye really was taking her as slowly as he could, taking his time, savouring every last sweet squirm she made. But progress was being made in this dark maze of innards. Now went her knees with a fleshy pop, exposed instantly to the same gentle furnace of heat. Equustra shivered hungrily, flexing her legs out of curiosity. Above, she felt a strong, rippling surface of wet flesh: the roof of his belly. And below, nothing except that hungry void, dragging her in...

Except it wasn't like that. The equine twisted in her captivity, confusion reigning for a moment. "Wh... what is..."

It seemed much the same as the sweltering walls of the gryphon's stomach. Drenched wet, soft and smooth, sticky almost to the point of gooeyness... but it was only a mere few inches below the ceiling. His belly couldn't be this small, surely. It had held... an... entire...

Oh.

Slowly, shuddering in a sort of dread , Equustra probed her hoof downwards, and felt the surface beneath her part like water. But not water: this fluid was far, far thicker, like some kind of simmering soup.

The substance sloshed around her hooves and ankles, churning and gurgling, and a as her thighs started to spill out into the digestive sac, the drenched fur of one calve brushed against something, afloat in the churning mass. It felt, insofar as she could feel anything through the faint, ominous tingling the liquid seemed to cause, like the stomach walls all around: soft yet firm, smooth and hot and heavy. But what was...

Muscle. A hunk of the remains of her beloved mare, digesting away. Nothing but meat now. As she would follow.

Is there no limit to my depravity?

Equustra thought the question in an odd, echoing tone of weary bliss. Feeble and exhausted, her supple hips were finally entering the bulging mass of nutrients and dissolving horseflesh, but there was no answer from her predator or from her own mind. He did not need to speak to her any more, she reasoned. Meat had no say in things.

Last night, she'd slept on this as it softened and digested beneath her. And now she was joining it. It seemed appropriate, she supposed.

Slowly, luxuriously (she had little doubt that the gryphon was prolonging it deliberately to taunt her), Equustra was oozed out into her new and very permanent home. Everywhere, molten heat bled into her very veins, almost unbearable in its sheer sensuality. And despite the colossal distension which had seemed so beautiful from the outside, space was tight here. The unicorn felt the constant clenching, rippling motion of Goldeneye's belly, sloshing and squeezing her surroundings. And the tingling was now an electric prickle, caressing every inch in its harsh, cruel talons. The sensation was not painful... yet. But it was on that strange knife-edge of her senses, balanced halfway between each station, and there was a definite pleasure to the acid's probing touches. Especially in the sensitive areas of flesh which was already open to stimulation.

Digestion. Her horn pressed into the soft flesh of her predator's oesophageal sphincter, slipping in and out as if in some absurd parody of copulation, and the unicorn squirmed and was lost once more in helpless bliss: those fingers had found her sensitized sex once again.

Equustra sank into the soup of matter, weeping lustful tears through beautiful violet-green eyes which would never again see light. Heat pulsed through her, churning the mass of voracious hunger and greed all around, and in the middle of the growing pain, the unicorn lay all but submerged - a tiny air pocket lay near the sphincter, enough for her to keep her muzzle up and breath the air: hot, drippingly humid and ripe with the acrid scent of bile and Goldeneye's overwhelming muskiness... and of course, an earthy, savoury scent which was pure equine. Digesting equine.

And still, these thoughts only spurred the wriggling unicorn on. Panting and groaning, squirming into the hot, prickling walls (by now, it was starting to make her skin feel genuinely raw and chafed... but the pain bled into pleasure, sensuality looping over and over and over...), the unicorn thrust into herself, feeling wave after wave of agonising bliss flood her, again and again. Her mind was no longer sane, she was fairly certain of that. Too many feelings in there, crushing thought to powder so that all she could think of was the pleasure. Suddenly, sloshing propelled a colossal hunk of meat (once the shoulder of her beloved mount) into Equustra's back, and she fell over, submerged completely in the hot acids. Lungs aching, skin burning, she sank to the soft, rippling floor of the gryphon's cruel belly and ground into it, nearly releasing the choked mouthful of acid-tinged air in a passionate moan. Too much, too much... this ecstasy had to kill her.

And then she managed to think for one moment, one second before the pleasure took her entirely, that maybe it had.

Screaming out, submerged in the vast soup of Goldeneye's swollen stomach, writhing into his searing walls as her skin started to melt away... Equustra achieved the most intense and indeed the very last orgasm of her entire life.

The blackness was suddenly bright as the heart of a star, wave after wave smashing into her as she let loose all her breath in one gasp, belly spasming, limbs writhing, nethers convulsing as the fire finally tore its heavenly claws into her. It was everywhere.

Exquisite.

_ _

And the gryphon was there, racing along with her in the shuddering gasp in the depths of his own innards. He cackled, and for just a fraction of a moment, Equustra thought she could see the eldritch tendril twisting through her ecstatic mind. Sharing her pleasure. This was what she existed for: to submit.

Master...

_ _

She opened up to him and offered it all. The pain, pleasure, life and death, her body mind and soul, everything she was, everything she would have been, just to serve him and so serve this ecstasy.

And he took it.

Slowly, in waves of blinding bliss, the cataclysmic sensations receded. Equustra slumped to the hot floor, shuddering and shaking, her muscles still barely responding to any demands as the throbbing ecstasy faded. She felt conscious thought finally return, cautious and shaky, and took a breath.

And the contents of Goldeneye's gurgling stomach flooded in.

The unicorn gasped, choking and gagging as her burning lungs let themselves into her perception, followed immediately by her skin. That pleasure of before suddenly seemed a long way off. She floundered in the digestive fluid, discovering that thick liquids are actually very difficult to swim through, especially if you're completely submerged in them, everywhere is rippling and massaging over you, and there are large pieces of flesh already floating around. And where the HELLS was the air pocket?

She felt faint, but that didn't dim the pain. Her skin was on fire now, and it wasn't a flame of pleasure. The agony was hideous, chafing her flesh and seeping in which each breath. It hurt. So much.

"Please..." stupidly, she choked out a few precious mouthfuls of air in another plea. "I... I d-" Then the taste of acid filled her mouth again and she spluttered, squirming desperately against the walls while Siobhan's bones traced teasing, terrifying patterns over her naked flesh. I didn't want this!

_ _

But she had.

She'd always wanted it. And indeed, there was still an ecstasy in the pain. Submission.

The unicorn felt a strong current slosh through her prison, the fiery heat squeezing her into the silky embrace of Goldeneye's stomach walls. Gurgling weakly, she slumped into the heat and softness, and let it take her forevermore.

***

And he opened his eyes again.

Goldeneye smirked cruelly, gazing up at the sky. Deep, deep inside his body, in the colossal mass of meat and digestive fluids that was his swollen belly... Equustra was not opening hers.

The unicorn gurgled inside him, melting away already. He shivered, his claw resuming their slow, patient massages of the bulging stomach. What a delicious, decadent, depraved meal. Even a creature like him would have a bulge for nearly a week, and without his supernatural strength and grace, he probably wouldn't be able to stand for the next few days.

But why wait just that long? He snuggled into the leafy ground below, resuming his contemplation of his engorged gut. No... He'd stay with Equustra and Siobhan the whole week, feeling their bodies soften and melt away, feeling them siphoning away in a solution together, mingling: the most intimate embrace ever conceived. Feeling her join him at last, the nutrients fuelling his greedy body. He'd probably let a little trickle away into permanent memento: perhaps a soft layer of fat, embracing his belly forever. Appropriate.

It was still so full. Just for the pleasure of it, he rolled over onto his flank again, purring at the heavy sway as his bulge spilled out over him again. Every sensation was just blissful.

She'd been worth every moment he'd spent nurturing that complex, that hidden submissiveness. A delicate hand to ensure the flower blossomed into an utter delicacy... and how he had relished it. He licked along his beak appreciative, summoning the wonder flavour of his prey. Delicious.

And now... she was just more meat for his belly. The vast gryphon smiled and settled back, still caressing the tomb of the misguided young noble with loving care. Slowly, that bulge would shrink and join the rest of his body, as Equustra's dream at last came true. Her limbs twitched a little inside him.

"Good girl," he whispered tenderly.