College Hunting

Contains: M/F oral vore, gryphon pred, tigress prey, sex, teasing, digestion, disposal.

Kayleen pads along lazily across the sidewalk, tail swishing lazily behind her. The tigress was lightly dressed for now, clad in a pair of jean shorts and a tank top, a backpack lazily held over one shoulders. She's merely heading to class now, walking across the sidewalk between buildings. A good few other students are making their way to their own destinations, and all things considered, it's a perfectly normal day for the tigress, thus far entirely safe...

The sun shone harshly against the building and sidewalk, casting its rays out of a clear sky to beat hotly on the campus. The windows Kay passed reflected hot rhombuses of sunlight back onto the sidewalk, such that even when averted away from the sun she'd occasionally get the glare of solar radiation right at her eyes. This, combined with the bright exterior of the buildings made seeing into shadows rather difficult, even for a feline. Peter knew all this, either from experience or some deep-rooted predatory instinct. He lounged in a bundle of shade cast by a copse of trees and shrubs that had been planted between the sidewalk and the street. Few noticed him, since they were either too busy, or too blind by the sudden shift from light to dark to pick out his form. He, however, could see quite clearly, and as he scanned the passing people, he spotted Kayleen. The black tigress, an oddity in and of itself, caught his eye, and he perked up a bit. Watching her approach, unwittingly. By the time she crossed in front of him, hardly ten feet away, he'd made up his mind. Sure, he didn't need another meal this morning, but the time was just too perfect. There weren't that many people around, and he doubted the few that would notice his movement would have the guts to do much about it. And she looked like a rather tasty tiger. All these combined caused him to leap out from his hiding-place, take a single bound on the ground, and tackle Kayleen sideways, off the sidewalk. For a moment she and Peter hung in the air, his talons against her shoulders, gripping firmly, before they both hit the ground, her beneath him, a good 6 feet from the sidewalk. It would probably be pretty jarring, but when Kayleen's vision managed to focus on her assailant she'd be staring up at the glistening sharp beak of a gryphon grinning down at her.

Kayleen is, in fact, walking with her head down somewhat, gazing at the sidewalk in order to keep today blindingly bright sunlight out of her eyes. And even besides that, why would she need to worry about being tackled by any wild creatures? Sure, the gryphons and a few other wild animals were making themselves a particular nuisance around campus lately, and a few more students than had been snatched up lately... But that wasn't at all likely to happen to her, she figured, tail lazily flicking back and forth as she walked across the sidewalk. And so, of course, it comes as a complete surprise when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye, giving her a fraction of a second to try and react before she's grappled by talon. Letting out a yelp of shock, only to find her breath gone by the force of the impact, and then she's carried right off the sidewalk and onto the grass underneath a heavy weight. Stunned utterly by the impact, she fidgets for a few moments before she gets enough composure to look upwards. And she sees that gryphon's beak, parted into a mischievous 'grin' gazing right down at her. "Ngmf.... What..."

Students pause as they pass the scene, and opt to cross on the farthest side of the sidewalk from Kay and Peter. Some even cross the street entirely, heads down, not wanting to engage either gryphon or tigress lest they be drawn into the encounter. Peter watches this out of the corner of his eye, at least enough to know he was correct in assuming they'd be left alone. He leans his head down and draws the smooth downward curve of his beak against her cheek, the bone cool and slick against her fur. It parts and his tongue slides over the fuzz of her face. Peter's chest lets out a rumble of approval. His talons shift on her forearms, pinning them to the ground while his hind legs find sure footing on either side of her thighs. His belly is distended slightly, pressing against Kayleen's body with just a bit of weight, enough for her to know there's something in there, some shape that's not normally part of the predator's innards. "Mmm, so nice~" he says, his voice rumbling low. He bends his beak down, bites at the neck of her shirt, and with a sharp twisting jerk the cloth gets torn, a jagged rip glancing sideways across her body. He adjusts his grip a bit, then jerks again, and pulls the shirt fully off her, tossing it farther from the path. "Your silly wrappings just get in the way," he says by way of explanation. HIs talons wriggle at her arms, kneading her, while he dips down and draws his tongue once more across her face, leaving a trail of hot saliva to mat her fur, and his rumble of sensual pleasure vibrating her chest.

Kayleen groans weakly, tongue lolling out as she takes a few weak gasps of air to replace that which was forced out of her lungs by the sudden impact. She glances around, noticing people nearby, and stammers out a weak "H-hey..." to try and get their attention. But she can barely speak up, and the one or two people who do hear her don't exactly seem eager to try and give her a hand. She notices people avoiding the scene of this encounter in general, in fact, which causes her ears to pin back tightly. She glances back at the gryphon, and scrunches up her muzzle as she feels him nosing against her muzzle with that beak, and then licking across her face, hot drool soaking into her fur. She squeaks out indignantly at that, and tries to wriggle, only to find him tightly pinning down her arms and legs with his own. She suddenly starts to blush, just a slight heat across her features now, as he settles in over her. And she also has to feel that sagging weight in his belly pressing against her, unable to keep from speculating about exactly why the gryphon who just pounced her has a bulged stomach. "W-what are you d-doing...?" she asks meekly, in reply to his comment at her, only to let out an indignant squeak as he suddenly starts trying to rip off her shirt and bare the tigress' form. "That's my-" she's cute off as she feels him once more slurping across his face, that rumbling prompting her to be all the more nervous...!

Even if passersby did hear Kayleen's calls, they didn't react. At least not in any helpful way. The way Peter's feline tail flicked in that oh-so predatory manner was probably a good deterrent to being interrupted. "Having fun, my dear," Peter says in answer to her question. He drags his tongue across the edges of his beak and lets out a murr at her flavor still tingles his taste buds. "And you are quite a delicious bit of fun~" The way he speaks sounds almost care-free, as indeed he might well be. With a tigress pinned beneath him, and Kay's peers too frightened to do anything to interfere, he had no reason to fret. He could take his time, enjoy himself. He brought one of his large, heavy hindpaws up against her hips, and his retractable claws dug into the fabric of her shorts, the tips poking through the denim to prod at her flesh beneath. The leg flexed and tugged at the cloth, until it, too, began to rip, and loosen around her waist, until finally he managed to pull it off entirely. "Don't worry, my treat," he growled, "you won't be naked for long~ And you won't need those when I'm through with you, anyway." His laugh is light, even playful, as his hind foot gropes with whatever underwear she might be wearing.

Kayleen splays her ears slightly to the sides as she watches Peter's tongue slurp across his beak like that, and alongside his particular choice of words, she's getting a fairly good idea of just what he wants out of her. She gulps nervously, fidgeting and shifting around quite uselessly against his firm grip, but she's really not able to move at all with the way she's firmly pinned beneath him. She huffs weakly at him, glancing around at her fellow students who don't really seem any more concerned for her safety than they were a few moments ago. She shivers, and then lets out a meekly yelp as she feels claws against his thighs, shredding and tearing off her pants and leaving her noticeably exposed to the carefree gryphon. Beneath her pants, she's wearing a pair of panties - tricky to remove with claws. "F-for long, but...." she shivers nervously, staring at him. "You can't e-eat me, if that's what you're...." she mumbles in reply.

"Oh, can't I?" Peter's question is silky-smooth, partially puffed with pride as his foot finally manages to get a hook on her panties and with a single swipe free the elastic fabric from her body. He sets his foot back down by her thigh and presses his groin against hers. She'd feel a semisoft rod behind his sheath, growing larger by the second. Then the hot, slightly-wet sensation as the predator's cock comes free of his sheath and the tip presses against her fur. The semirigid shape in his gut shifted from the pressure of his belly against hers, and she'd feel and possibly even hear a soft snap as something broke. "Just need to grind away my breakfast to make room for you~" Peter says. "Which I'm sure you can help with~" He shifts his hips against hers, trying by feel to find a place for that cock to fill, since he keeps his eyes riveted on hers. He licks her chin again, his beak nibbling, again playfully, at her face. "I'm sure you can feel him in there. Cute little tasty mousey~" He nips at the air, and then puts his beak right against her snout and unleashes a hot, burbly belch right into her face. The air is rank and moist, saliva splattering across her fur. When it's over Peter grins and licks at his lips. "Can you smell him? I'm sure he'd welcome the company, if he weren't already mostly digested~"

Kayleen squeaks, her weak blush getting brighter as she feels him casually ripping hre panties right off - especially given the question he poses just beforehand. Then she feels him pressing down hips to hips... Which brings his thick heavy sheath against her groin, and the stiffening length within. Her ears splay out tightly to the sides at that, and she huffs out weakly, fidgeting a moment... But still can't move, and isn't able to do a thing as she feels the wet tip of his cock grinding between her legs. As well as that gut lewdly grinding against her front, the weak squish and crunch of a once-solid mass inside being steadily broken down. And still his length works between her legs, pressing lewdly against her sex and tailhole both in turn, teasing over them. "Y-you ate-" she starts to ask, but breaks off into a stammer as his beak opens against her muzzle and he just crassly, grossly belches right in her face. Spittle hotly splattering onto her fur, carrying the heavy scent of digestion alongside the faintest tinges of a fellow student - or, former student, more likely. "Ohgod," she whines weakly. "I'm not f-food, though...."

"Hehe, that's just what he said, too." Peter licks at his beak again, enjoying how she squirms and writhes beneath him. His talons around her upper arms hold her tight, and his flanks at her thighs prevent her legs from doing much beyond kicking feebly. He feels his cock sliding right down her labial folds, and grins even wider. "There we go~" he says, and with a single push his cock spears its way into Kayleen's body. The feline member, barbes flared, stretch Kayleen's body firmly, but the gryphon's lust and power weren't to be held back by merely the inconvenience of having to enter a creature far smaller than his biologically-intended mate. He lets out a roar of approval of her tight sex wrapping around his cock, his talons squeezing her arms in pleasure as he buries himself in her body. He lowers his upper body down, until he's practically laying on her, the mass in his gut squeezing against her body, lumpy with bones, sloshing with the mess that once used to be a person. The gryphon's gut lets out a long burbling groan, which she can feel against her pelt, as the pressure aids in squeezing it deeper into his intestines. "Oooh, hopefully you feel this good in my gut, treat~" he moans. With a flex of his legs he starts dragging his cock back out, those spines scraping her innards in that oh-so-feline way, before he rams himself in again, starting to work up a rhythm.

Kayleen blushes weakly at that reply, her gaze nervously as ever watching the telling gesture of this gryphon licking over his lips. His grasp has her held tightly and firmly, barely even able to change her pose and position, which leaves her unable to do a thing as she feels him moving his shaft down to press against her, just blushing and biting down on her lower lip as she waits... And then lets out a hot, heavy groan as he rams into her, her sex roughly parted, her frame shuddered as she's just impaled so tightly on that barbed feline cock. Her eyes close, and she arches her back weakly, which only makes it all the tighter against his belly as he pins it right on top of her. Feeling the tight pressure of his cock parting her insides, ramming into her, she takes a moment to even register how close that bulge is pinned against her. But she certainly does, shivering and letting out a whimper as she hears that deep grumbling growl from within. And, on top of that, the pressure is so tight she has to feel a few bones through his furry-and-feathery body, prodding against her and utterly erasing any thoughts that he might be bluffing. She starts to pant for air, letting out a meek whine as he pulls back. Those barbs grinding so lewdly, before he pumps right back inside...~

Peter grunts and moans as he pumps against her. His muscles roil and flex atop Kayleen's body in fluid, agile motion. His talons around her arms alternate between pressing down hard on her, forcing her back harder against the grass and letting up a bit with each thrust. He growls with pleasure as he hears her groaning, wondering if the kitty he'd chosen to empty his balls into and gobble up as a mid-morning snack was enjoying this. Not that it mattered much, but there was some satisfaction that this prey-thing knew her place, first beneath, and then inside him. His tail whips across her legs, his huge hindpaws flexing on either side of her thighs, keeping her legs from wriggling too much while he relished the feeling of her tight feline innards against his cock. The thick throbbing meat slides in and out, while the motions further grind and squeeze his gut. Bones that had once supported someone, a mouse-boy if Peter told the truth, cracking and succumbing to the gut of the predator while he ravages his latest prey. The way Kayleen's back arches against his body only aids that endeavor, another gurgly groan sounding as the action forced more ex-mouse into his guts. Peter ducks his head down, surprisingly stable despite his entire torso ramming his meat deep into Kay's sex, and wraps his beak around her left hear, sucking on it, slathering it with his saliva while his lusty breath washes over her fur. "A shame he's not still alive, so you could feel his futile struggles," he says into her ear, his voice strained by pleasure. "But you'll be providing those soon enough~" Even when violating her sex, he wants to remind her of her fate, that no matter how good a fucktoy she was, she was destined to be his meal. That these minutes of getting fucked by a gryphon would be the last she'd experience in the world before getting wrapped by his flesh and broken down into fat and shit~

Kayleen shudders heavily, tongue lolling out weakly as she tips her head back, panting weakly for air as the gryphon just utterly takes her. She might be enjoying it - the blush on her face is certainly a bit telling - but she'd certainly never admit to that, fidgeting weakly against his grap. If she couldn't move before, she's even more pinned down now, both smushed beneath that slightly swollen, gurgly gut and impaled on a shaft several sizes too big for her. Not that she can't take it, whimpering and groaning equally as she feels him ramming in and out of her in lewd steady motions. Barbs lewdly grinding all along her insides, making it all the more arousing for the conflicted cat as she herself starts to get more and more aroused. "Grrnnnf..." she whines back to him, feeling the stomach below her shift and churn and work that poor student down. She fancies she can even feel him being forced further and further along into those intestine. Then she feels his beak dipping down, slathering over her tongue. Her blush deepens, thanks to the sudden loud noises ringing in her ears, lewd slurps over the sensitive thing just to tease her. "B-but..." she stammers meekly, unable to even finish her sentence for how hard she's being fucked and how flustered he has her, even as she blushes all the more hotly at his promise~

Peter feels Kayleen's body get a bit more inviting of his intrusion, her arousal starting to make things a bit slicker inside, and just that much more enjoyable for him! He growls again, still sucking on her ear. "Yes, you'll come out my butt, too," he assures her. Of course, he knows that's not what she was saying, but he took the opportunity all the same. He notices her blush, her reaction to his words and, well, if a preything enjoyed the thought of her ultimate destination, why shouldn't he indulge that? He rams himself again and again, his cocktip oozing hot pre-cum right against her cervix with each thrust. "You and the mouse," he says, his words broken now by a soft grunt at the apex of each thrust, "will probably come out the same time. United forever as the shit of a true predator. Cat and mouse, in harmony as my body takes everything of use~" He moans again, feeling his orgasm starting to approach. He humps with a bit more ferocity, wanting to hilt himself, trying to force her cervix open to allow his cock access to her deepest recesses~

Kayleen lets out a nervous squeak at his reply. "N-no, that's not..." she mumbles meekly, too flustered and overcome by his strength and confidence to even realize he's teasing her. Still squirming, her body bucking with each lewd hump he takes, her hips spread apart wider and wider by the continued rutting. Her muzzle and cheeks are glowing azure already, but, as she hears his words, she shivers so heavily, her blush even deepening as she protests. "Th-that's awful...!" she whines. "I-I'm a tiger, a person, you can't.... I c-can't be your shit..." she mumbles meekly, even as she leaks heavily around his own, rock-hard shaft. Her insides speared and opened by his greedy humping, the cervix just slightly, slowly parting with each strike from the tip of his cock as he nears his orgasm. She's almost forgotten, by now, that there are still plenty of people walking by to bear witness to this.

From the view of the sidewalk it's hard to see just who the gryphon has captured, though it's not hard to notice what he's doing to her. He feels her cervix starting to give way, and pulls his head from her ear, arching his back as the orgasm begins to build in his loins. Unstoppable, now; he just works to build as much pleasure and pressure as he can. His breathing turns into tight huffs and grunts, the predator not even able to taunt her anymore as the bliss begins to take over his body. His talons and hind paws dig their claws into the grass beneath Kayleen, her arms geting pinned harshly to the ground as he grips her and uses that leverage to forcibly ram himself right to his hilt. With a sudden motion her cervix gives way to the horny predator's lust, and his cock slides roughly through the ring, stretching it fully. He roars, and a moment later Kayleen would feel the thick shaft of meat buried in her abdomen pulse, twitch, and start splattering hot, thick cream against her insides. After a few moment's bliss the gryphon continues thrusting, sliding his cock against her cervical ring, the tip now sloshing his orgasm around in her as it continues to fill her womb with seed. A few passers-by, most of them students who didn't have any class to get to -- those that did were in too much of a rush to give more than a passing glance to their unfortunate peer -- stopped and watched the gryphon's orgasm. Most blushed and continued on, muttering about how they're just thankful that's not them, and maybe administration should do something about these attacks. Not that that'd help Kayleen right now, as Peter lowers his head again and licks her right ear, now. "Wanna bet?" he asks sweetly while his cock starts sputtering its last bits of orgasmic bliss into her core.

Kayleen shudders heavily as she feels the Gryphon pulling back. She knows what's coming, feeling the throb of his fully-erect cock even as it stays so utterly buried within her core. At the least, the way he arches his back relieves some of the pressure of that emptying gut off of her back, tigress biting down tightly on her lower lip as she braces and waits. Feeling her cervix being opened, and then the clamping weight of his grip, she shivers as he pins her down. Bracing her as he just rams his shaft inside, hilting so utterly and so deeply within the poor tigress right at the edge of his orgasm. Pushing right into her womb, and then climaxing with a roar from up above that makes her ears twitch. She can feel that shaft pulsing, swelling, and then each powerful hydraulic pump surging hot thick gryphon cum right inside of her body. Not even granting her respite, he soon starts to hump her again, just making sure she's exhausted by the time he's done. "M-maybe...." she stammers back in reply to his taunting question, her toes curling heavily at the air as she wiggles meekly beneath him.

Peter lets his cock stay in her for a minute or so, slowly softening inside her uterus, now stuffed quite full with semen. He growls in appreciation at her answer, and slowly starts to pull himself free of her body. He arches his back and presses his gurgling gut against her body once more, so she can feel a few more bones snap, feel the mass shifting as his stomach squeezed whomever had found himself inside the predator deeper, processing him as the food he'd become. "Well you're in luck, my treat," he says, his semiflacid barbs scraping her cervix as they slide out, the gryphon working slow as though to keep as much of his orgasm in her body as possible. As though that would matter, when both were being digested into chyme. "Yesterday's breakfast might want to meet you~ Let you know your future." With a final twitch of his hips his cock comes fully free, dripping with a combination of their juices, slowly retreating back into its sheath. He licks her right ear again, running the hot slimy muscle against the thin fuzzy flesh. Tasting her arousal, the base fear of being beneath a predator. Feeling her heart-beat. "Not many creatures get to see their future, after all," he whispers. "You've already felt some of it; no doubt some of that doe is sloshing in your womb right now~ The fat on my gut....~" He kneads his bulged belly against hers. "I don't normally do this to prey, but I don't think you'll run... I think you want to see your eventual fate. Where most of you will end up." He gives her ear another lick, and then pulls himself more upright, shifting his body sideways. He plants his left talon on her chest, and uses his right to pull her head to the side, looking back at him with her cheek pushing into the cool grass. Forced to watch as he starts to squat his body down....

Kayleen's lower belly is slightly swollen and rounded right now, thanks to both Peter's heavy shaft remaining within as well as the thick huge load of seed filling her womb. She pants heavily for air as she finally gets a reprieve, tongue lolling out, but after a few moments winces weakly as he pulls his turgid length out of her, barbs still idly scraping along the walls. And, just to taunt her, she has to once more feel that bulging belly pushing up against her, the softened bulge compressing against her with the snapping of 'breakfast's weakened bones. She can't help but whimper at the feeling, only to soon hear something else from him, her ears pinning back. "M-meet me...?" she questions nervously, her tail twitching weakly against the ground, a shiver up and down her pinned frame as she feels and hears yet another lewd licking over her ears. Her blush, which she so dearly wishes she could keep hidden, only grows all the brighter at his words, tigress squirming about as he kneads that soft belly up against her to remind him. "N-no, I don't..." she stammers in reply as she watches him sit back upright, keeping a heavy eye on him. She has yet to even recover her breath, still aching and exhausted from being fucked by this gryphon, and is barely able to move. Not that he gives her the chance, in spite of his words, talons grasping at her chest to pin her down as he directs her gaze. Her muzzle burns, and she nervously bites down on her lower lip, nervous and worried and more than a few other emotions as she realizes he really is going to demonstrate for her.

"Well, more like you meeting her," Peter says with a laugh. He grits his beak, and Kayleen would be able to hear a soft almost crinkling slimy sound as he grunts and starts to squeeze his abdominal muscles. Due to her angle, she could really only, for the moment, see his heavy sheath, those fuzzy balls, and not much else. But then the tip of a brown log appears behind those obstructions. It dangles downward, sliding out of his ass, until it gently touches the ground and starts to curl up. Kayleen's nose would shortly thereafter be able to smell the rank odor of what had once been a doe. A few flecks of bone litter the mess, small shards that remained of her skeleton, that had once provided the cervine structure and movement, now just bits of texture to make Peter murrl with pleasure at their passing. "Ahh, always feels nice pushing prey out~" he confesses to her. "They're always so obedient! No matter how much they fight in my gut....~" He churrs and wriggles his legs, causing the extruding mass to start curling up beneath him. The first log falls down with a soft plop, and a rumble is followed by the start of the second, this with bits of light-brown fur tangled in the mess. She'd probably once been a rather pretty girl, like Kayleen. But now, after a trip through Peter's guts, she was crap. Soft, steaming shit, coiling beneath the flanks of the predator. The flow stopped a moment, and Peter grunted harder, his talons squeezing her bust and cheek with effort, until a skull, or most of one, plopped from his ass. The face, the thinnest and most fragile bits, was gone, but it was most definitely a skull. Once it had contained a rising young brain, eager to learn, to go to classes, to better herself. Now it just decorated a pile of shit, and quickly got buried as more of the cervine's new form piled atop it. "That's going to be you, tomorrow," Peter promises Kay, while a few students pause on the sidewalk a moment. Watching what's happening, then going about their day. Some blushing. "How's that feel, treat," Peter asks her, "knowing you and that mouse will be just like that?"

Kayleen stares outwards, past this brat gryphon's still-musky sheath and balls, as she hears the first lewd noises of him beginning to void his bowels. Doing so right in front of her, forcing the poor feline to watch as he casually relieves himself. She's able to smell it faintly before she even sees it, the heavy, earthy, unpleasant musk of gryphon shit. It's a scent she's noticed a few times before, when she happens to pass a cooling pile left by some other gryphon every once in awhile. But never this close at all, and she has no choice but to nervously just watch as the first thick log of brown gryphon poop drops down before her and unremarkably coils on the ground. Flecked with bits of fur, shards of bone, evidence that leaves no doubt at all for the tigress that this really is another one of her missing classmates. She gulps nervously, then keeps her lips sealed, huffing at his comment. "Th-hey can't fight when you churn them into... your c-crap..." she retorts meekly, her tail giving a few nervous lashes behind her as he just shits out another heavy log after a gross frrrt. Such n embarrassing bodily function, not at all what you'd ever want to be marking your final departure from a predator. The scent of his waste heavy in her nose now, as she stares with morbid, embarrassed fascination, shivering at his comments as she watches the skull drop onto that pile. Such an awful reminder of what he did to the doe, tigress blushing even worse in spite of herself as it's buried beneath further brown feces. She glances back a moment at the student, stammering a few things, but it's quite clear by now nobody cares to help her - as if they even could. She whines meekly at his question, fidgeting beneath that claw. "I-It feels... I dunno," she mumbles out quickly beneath her breath. "I'm n-not food, I don't think I wanna be... a-another pile." Or so she says, but the stammer in her voice and the blush across her features might just be telling another story...!

Peter lets out a long, contented sigh as the last of the doe finally leaves his body, landing on the skull with a soft 'plop'. His flank stands back upright, and the gryphon resumes his position over her body, talon still forcing her head to stare at that steaming pile of shit. Fur and bones stuck out chaotically, which indicated that Peter would probably win the bet. That he could, in fact, turn people into nothing but a pile of shit. He rubs a talon across her cheek, leans back down, and licks at her chin. "It's cute that you think your thoughts have weight, anymore," he says sweetly. His tail flicks at the few onlookers, who are just watching, now. A weasel freshman, and a tall stallion, who was probably some sports person, who can't turn away from the sight of one of their colleagues trapped beneath the gryphon. Peter uses his talon to forcibly direct her attention to them. "Look, they're not even going to help. It's just you and me." He licks her again, his beak nipping at her snout. "And soon it'll just be me~" He turns her head upward, so she can better look into his eyes, across his beak glistening with saliva. "And you know what the best part is, my treat?" he asks coyly. He leans in real close to her left ear, still slobbery, though partially-dried from having been pushed against the grass. "I'm not even hungry." He whispers this as though it's a secret. As he pulls his head back he slides the side of his beak against her snout, until they're nose-to-nose. HIs beak opens, and invites her face inward, his tongue guiding her chin into his maw, into the hot, wet, humid embrace of the predator's body.

Kayleen continues to watch in dismay as Peter finally finishes taking a dump. Leaving behind that unnamed doe (and she doubts he got her name) as a fresh, steaming pile of gryphon dung, The big thing settling back into position over her, still forcing her to stare at - and smell - that foul heap as he leans down to taunting slurp across her chin. Even that little contact of his tongue leaves her shivering a bit, the tigress so very much on edge and at this point and possessed of very little doubt indeed that the gryphon is merely teasing. Her gaze follows his own as he directs her head with his claws, making her realize that not only are the passerby not helping, some of them have just stayed behind to gawk at her and the other two. "H-hey..." she groans out meekly at the sight, not even leaving it clear if she was addressing the onlookers or Peter. Starting and trying to shy her pinned muzzle back at the nip, she blanches at his words, vision now made to gaze right into his eyes. Her ears pin tightly back as she looks him in the eyes, his beak wet almost as if he was drooling, and at that comment... she just whimpers weakly, her tail going limp behind her. She doesn't even have to recompose herself, to get the presence of mind to make a retort, before her muzzle is guided right into that beak of his. His hot, slimy tongue working her muzzle inside, as she shivers in place, held down by this gryphon. About to see if he really can fit an entire tigress into that body of his, though she doesn't really doubt it at all...~

Peter's tongue flexes beneath Kayleen's chin, pushing her forehead up into the inside of the curve of his beak. He presses a talon beneath her head and pushes upward, while lowering his jaw downward simultaneously. Kayleen's nose, that sensative organ, squishes against the back of his throat, so hot and soft. It swells to accept her, and then with a gulp squeezes tight, the tongue drawing her inward until her nose was fully wrapped in the gullet, her forehead pressed against the entrance to his throat. Breathing would become almost impossible; while there is air inside his gullet, there's not much, and what there is is fetid and stale, smelling of snot and slime, of blood and digesting meat. His talon slides down her neck, and he shifts himself backwards to grip her arms to her sides. He lifts her chest upward, making her bend at the waist to slide his maw fully down her neck. He squeezes at her shoulders and works his jaws side-to-side, fitting the widest part of his prey into his body. He works casually, as though he's done this a thousand times. And he probably already has! Eating creatures, thinking sentient people, has become routine for him. His neck bulges with her head, and his gulps, for the moment, mostly work to keep Kayleen in place rather than pull her inward. Most of her progress comes from him physically moving her, or pushing his head down. The pair of onlookers are joined by a third, each seemingly oblivious to the others as they watch a fellow classmate getting devoured whole and alive. They seem stunned by the fact that they're witnessing the last few moments of someone's life, seeing a student become, inevitably, a bulge in the gryphon's body while in such proximity to a hefty pile that was obviously the remains of yet another student. All while Peter's gut still bulged with the remains of a third. The gluttonous predator's tongue slathered down against her chest, kneading the soft fuzzy mounds as it guided them into his maw, each second claiming a bit more of Kayleen's freedom and future~

Kayleen bites down tightly, roughly on her lower lip now, after taking a few last desperate breaths of clean air. But then her muzzle is pressed inside, the top of her head first kneading against the roof of his maw as he casually guides her right on inside. Her nose then pressed up against his gullet, and a lewd hungry swallow claims it neatly inside. Smothering over the front of her with thick slimes, burying her features... The scents of his musk, and the heady odor of the heap he's left on the grass, are soon replaced with the potent, harsh fumes of his gullet, meat and acridness and body functions promised by the barely-breathable air she's forced to take inside. Leaving her all the more nervous about just what it's like nside[i] of his digestive tract, and perhaps even curious - but it's not like she won't soon find out, she realizes with a whimper, as her arms are soon once more pinned tightly down to her sides. Then her shoulders taken inside, one by one, and squeezed up towards that gullet, smothered in hot flesh and soaked down in his drool. That saliva drips down her body readily as he bends her upwards, lubricating her all the more easily as he continues to devour her. He's so casual about it, so practiced, she realized, not even wanting to think about how many have come before. How, inevitably, she'll be no different than a thousand other piles of nasty gryphon shit left behind forgotten and unwanted. She shudders heavily, wriggling and shifting against his immovable grasp on her entire body, not even able to pull back an inch without hungry swallows and the pressing of his body working her inside two more. Her tail starts to lash around at the air behind her, the tigress feeling her breasts now clenched up into his maw and then gullet. She blushes even hotter at that, feeling her chest tightly compacted to her front as her bosom is claimed inside as well...!

Although Peter can't see Kayleen's blushes anymore, the gryphon is fairly sure she's still at least somewhat aroused, or intrigued, at the sensations flowing across her skin. Especially as he licks and toys with her breasts. His tongue kneads against them, hot and slimy, the muscle lithe and commanding as it extracts her flavor and replaces it with a thick coating of goo. Slick, slippery saliva that soaks into her pelt, right to her very skin, allowing her to slide almost frictionless across the mucous-coated inside of his gullet. He steps back again, 'till she's sitting mostly upright, and uses the resistance of her spine to force her deeper. He pushes his head straight down her back, smashing her butt into the grass and squeezing her chest into the tight embrace of his throat. There the gullet muscles take over for his tongue of teasing the flesh, albeit not as organized as Peter's tongue had done. It ripples and squeezes, running waves of contractions down around her. She can just about wriggle, and that's it, while the predator's bodily lubrication for her trip allows those wriggles to slide her around just a bit in his throat. His beak presses at her belly, still swollen by his cum, and he bites down just above her hips. Not hard, but enough to get a good grip on her, his beak pinching, squeezing into her flesh. He lifts his head and sits back on his haunches, Kayleen now dangling upside-down in his body. Her weight against her, now, Peter's gulps drag her inward more easily. His chest squells with her head, and then a few moments later she's squeezed head-first into his stomach. His stomach contents meet her face, hot and thick, a froth of chyme clinging to her soaked fur. As Peter's gulps become more energetic and needy, little bits of air get squeezed down around with her, but unfortunately her head is pushed straight under the mass of ex-mouse before she can breathe the atmosphere and refill her lungs. Though judging from how quickly her hips were now vanishing into his beak, she'd not have to wait long. Shards of bone, none longer than a half-foot, jostle around her, and she can feel the tangle of fur against her body. There are some more solid bits, squishy and ravaged, probably some organ or other that had once graced the mouse's innards and now digested away to provide the gryphon nutrients and energy to continue living. Meanwhile his tongue lathers against her nethers, tasting his own cum and her arousal...~

Kayleen shivers as he toys with her breasts, her thighs twitching together a little bit in response to the lewd teasing as she wriggles exhaustedly in place. There's still gryphon seed dripping down the inside of her legs, from the slight bulge in her belly, and it's soon joined a by a few pioneering rivulets of drool, hinting at what's to come down there. She shivers as she's ground deeper and deeper inside, claimed within, soon feeling his tongue mercifully stop teasing over her bosom - though it's a small mercy, seeing as the only reason he can't continue to tease them is because they're heading into his stomach with the rest of her. She yipes a the feeling of his beak biting down around her for grip, her stripey tail still lashing around, and soon she finds her legs lifted up off the ground as the gryphon sits back. Tilting her around, rotating her world as she soon finds herself facing downwards on her way inside. Her muzzle is guided further and further inside, through the smothering tight tunnel until her nose mashes against a tight sphincter of flesh... Which soon lets her through. She gasps and then chokes as she's suddenly guided inside, getting a harsh lungful of acrid, meaty air inside of that digestive chamber before her head is once more rudely plunged into the thick, caustic pool of sludge at the bottom. A pool, she realizes, which is mainly composed of one of her fellow students, that mouse he'd mentioned... And she can only blush, nervously whimpering, as she feels thick tangled fur and quite a few undigested fragments of bone pressing out against her. The tigress is more and more realizing that she doesn't stand a chance, even as she feels her hips being glutted down outside, her tail lashing weakly about as her leg tiredly dangle from his beak. Blushing and groaning, as his tongue teases between her soaked legs and against her musky nethers.

Her groans only gurgle up through the remains of her peer, the sound only barely escaping Peter's belly. His tongue curls up between her legs and pulls firmly against her body, the mere force spreading her labia once more, his nubbly taste-buds squeezing and sliding against the sensative flesh within. It flexes, rolls, and then then squeezes her hips into his gullet. His beak relaxes against her legs, licking over them, slathering them nicely as he gulps rhythmically. Steadily Kayleen is forced to slide into his stomach, curling up in the hot sludge, her chin tucked against her chest while the pleated mucous-covered stomach lining slides across her back. Gulp after gulp consign more of Kay's legs to the depths, until finally his beak closes around her feet. He licks over her toes for a few moments, but his impatience, and the weight of the three pairs of eyes staring at him, encourage him to take action. He stretches his neck, and with one final gulp Kayleen is forced to curl fully in his stomach. The bones of the mouse, broken into seemingly a thousand pieces, are pinned between her body and the stomach walls, hard rods of calcium pushing against Kay's form to remind her that this would be her doom. That soon her own skeleton would be in a similar situation, strewn about through her liquified remains. Her head is, for a few moments, released of the mire and able to breathe in the atmosphere he'd gulped alongside her body. It's rank, and the scent of meat -- and mouse -- is even stronger. Along with bile and vomit, naturally. She can feel how her weight causes his belly to hang down, pushing against his haunches as he sits, contented and casual from his ingestion of yet another nameless prey. Oh, sure, she had a name, but he'd not bothered to ask, and now that she was fully in his body, nothing but a bulge, he certainly didn't care to learn it. He smirks at the observers. "Care to join her?" he asks. Kayleen can't hear the replies, but she can hear and feel Peter chuckling. "I guess not." He pats at his gut, then gets to his feet and starts wandering away, farther from the sidewalk. Kay sways in the tight embrace of his stomach while the walls knead and grind against her. "So filling....~" he churrs, mostly to himself, as he walks. A minute or so later the stomach squeezes sharply around her, and in a rush all the air gets pushed back up his esophagus. The belch rumbles her bodily, and the stomach just clings all the more to her form; the soup of ex-mouse doesn't even provide any refuge from its embrace. "Aaah, still tasty," he says, again seemingly to himself. As though she didn't even matter anymore. Which, in truth, she didn't. She'd be digested whether she wanted to or not. The fact that she was still alive, still able to think, and feel, and have desires, was secondary to her value as meat~

Kayleen yipes out weakly as that tongue curls up tight between her legs, and the tigress lets out a strangled, embarrassed whimper as her legs are pushed apart by it. It seems to be unintentional, a side effect of him gripping between her legs with his tongue to urge her inside like so much food, but she can't help but squirm in confused arousal as that tongue lewdly grinds between the poor cat's legs. She splutters against the thick fluids and mucky slime inside of his stomach, pressing outwards uselessly with both hands at barely-yielding stomach walls which only clench back in around her body. Squeezing her up so tightly, and hungrily, as he works her legs and tail down into his very stomach. Feeling his beak gape, and the way his tongue slurps and slathers over her legs as though enjoying the flavor of them. But all too soon for poor Kayleen, his beak flicks shut around her paws and tailtip, tongue slurping over them hungrily before stretching his neck and tilting his head back. She lets out a final, drawn-out whine as she's tugged down inside, utterly helpless to stop it as she's made to tightly ball up in that stomach. The walls grind around her, utterly ruining that pelt as fur clumps and bones grind into it. She can only be far too aware that she's nothing more than his second meal of the day, swimming in the mostly-digested remains of the first as she blushes herself silly. She has to feel the sag she lends to his belly, and feel his haunches pressing up against her from behind and below as he lazily remains sitting, apparently teasing the few students who had lingered to watch. "H-help..." she stammers weakly, and perhaps not even entirely meaning it, as she hears him chuckling. Then her prison moves and shifts, incidentally sloshing her around and tilting her back in that stomach of his as he casually walks off to somewhere she can't even guess at. Whining at him to be quiet as he idly murmurs about her, seemingly even to himself, before she lets out a heavy yelp at that belch. Hearing it up above, oddly distant given where she is, but more importantly feeling the rumble of it, feeling the walls clench and squeeze even tighter up over and around her form as what little air she has is even further stolen away from her. "I-I'm not your lunch," she meekly huffs out at the gryphon, pressing and kicking pointlessly out at the walls...~

A few curious eyes follow Peter's departure from the scene, a few dozen flies descending on the rather large mess he'd left on the campus lawn. Eventually someone would come clean it up, and then the administration would go through and try to correlate the pile with a student who'd been particularly absent lately. An inexact science, to be sure, but there wasn't much else to go on. The same would happen for Kayleen, eventually, except there were a few who'd managed to witness her demise, so at least her pile would be more identifiable. The mouse in which she stewed, probably not so much. Kayleen is jostled and sloshed as he walks, his legs flexing against her form, the lubdub of his heart and steady sound of his breathing loud in her ears. Everything sounds underwater, slow and present, because indeed she is almost completely submerged in the liquidy remains of what had once been a person. If Kayleen were still to bet that she couldn't be food, the fact that she was basting in digested mouse would say otherwise. Nothing would stop Kayleen from sharing that fate, of mixing with the rodent to become a uniform sludge gurgling through the gryphon's intestines. Already she'd be able to feel the tingle of Peter's acids assaulting her body, and the sting as the rough grinding of the stomach walls, facilitated by the shards of bone, began pulling out bits of her fur. Her face is still pretty tangled in the remains of the mouse's pelt, not unlike a hairball. Suddenly she'd feel the bottom squeeze up against her, and then rhythmic nudges from both sides, and a gentle bobbing motion. Peter takes to the skies, a bit heavy, weary, working hard against the weight. He flies up to the roof of one of the taller buildings and lands with a heavy thud. He hardly makes it three steps before the gryphon flops over onto his side, onto the hot sun-baked roof. The mouse's skull gets between Kayleen's hip and the new 'floor' of the stomach, and her weight, and Peters', crushes it inward, her hip fitting rather nicely into the cavity of its jaw and brain-case. One talon idly kneads against her, pushing down at her shoulder and back, like a firm, not-so-friendly backrub which only helps his gut work acids into her fur. "Such a lovely morning..." he says happily, wholly unconcerned with the rather uncomfortable, disgusting conditions his meal is forced to endure. "Be sure to digest nicely for me, treat," he says, addressing her for the first time since ingesting her. "I want you to feel as good coming out as you did going in~"

Kayleen shudders heavily. Tackled, stripped naked, humped raw, made to watch a gryphon shit out someone else, and then devoured whole and alive... It was absolutely not how she expected her day to go, not how she'd have expected it to go even when she had worried about falling victim to the wildlife. She pants weakly at the air, when she even can get her head above the thick - and increasingly deep - pool of acids and muck and one-mouse in that stomach. Pressing her hands and paws at the remarkably strong walls which contain her so easily. She can't even be sure if her movements are making the outside of his belly twitch or bulge outwards in the slightest, since she has only the most basic perception of anything outside of his stomach. Biting hard on her lower lip, secretly still blushing up a storm, Kayleen has little to listen to but the gurgling of his belly, the beating of his heart, the faint whoosh of his lungs... And getting worse. She's all too aware of the heavy tingling around her form, the steady rough grinding those bones into her body alongside the wrinkled walls as she slowly starts to soften up. All too painfully aware, now, that she really is going to be nothing more than gryphon shit by this time tomorrow. It's almost a surprise when he takes off, tigress yelping and pressing out at the walls more vigorously for a moment as he hefts her upwards and soon alights upon a rooftop. She grumbles weakly as he sloshes her around and finally flops out on her side. Then that skull presses up against her, and she shudders weakly as she realizes what it is, not to mention that it's just been crushed right against her body. As if she needed any more proof this brat of a gryphon could do what he says. She can't help but shiver at the feeling of that claw in against her, letting out a hot dismayed groan as the acids work all in against her. "Not a t-treat," she mumbles back. "And... I h-hope you get backed up," she adds, weakly huffing at the gryphon even from the inside of his greedy stomach~

Peter doesn't reply to her insistence of her status as person instead of snack. He just lays there, basking in the hot sun, enjoying the feeling of a gentle breeze ruffling his feathers while the sensation of being so incredibly full began lulling him into a deep digestive nap. His breathing and heart-rate stabilize, and it's be pretty clear to Kayleen that Peter has so little care for her well-being now that he's fallen asleep. He doesn't even stay awake to witness her final moments of life. So routine is this for him, so common to devour and digest whole and alive people, of reducing them to fat and shit, that the novelty of feeling someone die to his gut has worn off. He knows that by the time he wakes Kayleen will be but a memory, and a hopefully-pleasant experience to look forward to pushing her back out. Or so he thought. As the hours pass, Kayleen would feel the tingle turn into an uncomfortable burn, her skin and muscles starting to succumb to the onslaught of digestion. The gryphon's restful snoring, unfortunately, occasionally made him gulp down air, which would be just enough to keep her alive and at least somewhat alert even while getting digested like a ball of meat. Over time the mixture of mouse gets funneled out of the stomach, leaving it tighter and emptier, except for her. Even the bits of her that get liquified are shunted away, allowing the stomach itself to compact tighter and tighter around her. Her classes come and go without her being there, but Kayleen is getting the best lesson in digestion anyone could get, experiencing it first-hand! Around late-afternoon, Peter wakes and yawns, stretching his still-distended body. Kayleen would still be awake, still alive, but only barely, able to move, but only just. She'd feel the predator's muscles squeezing against her as he regains consciousness. A talon comes down to press down at her softened, smaller bulge, kneading her form weakly. He licks at his beak in fond memory of the tigress' flavor, and gulps down the saliva to splatter against her face.

Kayleen whimpers weakly as moments tick by without a reply. She's definitely not going to get any sympathy from him, she has to realize, as the gryphon's movements settle down and soon cease altogether. Snoozing, she realizes after a moment, as his breathing and heart rate slow down lazily. Of course, the one thing that doesn't halt is his digestive processes. She shivers again, the acids never ceasing, the digestive kneading and churning continuing on - naturally - as steadily and unavoidable as his breathing. The poor tigress has to feel herself churned away bit by bit, her fur coming off, her skin and muscles slowly churning and glorping down as the beast just casually naps! She realizes he doesn't care about her anymore than she might care about a burger or something, giving her not a single thought of empathy as he churns her away for fuel and entertainment. And she might just be blushing at the thought, is the worst part, her squirms and struggles slowly tapering off as she sloshes weakly through the growing soup. Growing, but soon shrinking as more and more of it schlrked down into his intestines. She's almost thankful for that, only to realize it means the walls clench in all the tighter, leaving her even less able to struggle and squirm. And making her all the more easy to digest, no more mouse soup to dilute the acids or to shield her from the grinding walls as she steadily, humiliatingly digests away like so much meat. It's almost a shock to her when she feels movement again. Did he wake up early? Has she really slept through his entire nap? The tigress weakly whimpers, but that's all she manages, no longer possessed of even the energy to squirm or wriggle around - not that it would do her the slightest bit of good if she could.

The gryphon seems to pause at her whimpering. Again the talon presses down on her, but this time more firmly, kneading the walls against her battered form. "You're still alive?" he asks, his voice curious, surprised, and pleased in equal parts. "Hmm, must've been the mouse taking the brunt of it...." He chuckles and stretches again, which forced his stomach tight around her. With a soft snap something cracks, though by now Kayleen's too numb to really tell what part of her just got destroyed by the gryphon's uncaring gut. "You're a lot smaller now; must be mostly gone. Probably mostly shit already...~" He laughs heartily and ambles around on the roof. "Don't worry, my treat; you'll be out in a few hours." He jumps off the roof, catches the air in his wings, and flies lazily around in the air a few minutes. All the while the stomach continues to grind and groan against her body. Somewhere close by she hears his intestines gurgle around the soupy remains of herself and the mouse. She can feel the bubbles moving, distorting the flesh. Though there's something more, there, too. She begins to feel stretched out, like she's getting pulled down a long tube, though her body -- at least what's left -- stays firmly in his stomach. The sensation only gets stronger, though, and the next time she hears a burbling groan she feels it moving through her. Through part of her that's stretched out. Peter lands gently somewhere, and she'd feel him duck his head rhythmically at something. A few moments later cold water, slimy with saliva, splashes down around her. The cold is chilling, shocking compared to the overwhelming steady warmth of Peter's body around her. He casually drinks up from a fountain on the campus quad, passersby giving him a wide berth, wholly unaware that the large gut he sported contained not only a student-turned-meal, but one who was still alive! He lets out a satisfied belch, then takes flight again, now sloshing her around. When he lands, he sits back onto his haunches; the parts of her feeling stretched and tangled getting squished by the part still in his gut, her weight squishing his intestines. "Mmmn, looks like you're already part-fat, too~ Such lovely paunch you've given me, my treat~ Though I'm afraid the only thanks I can give is to leave you and that rodent as a steaming pile somewhere." He laughs and pets at her form. Or at her now mostly-dead form, though the poor tigress is still trapped, her spirit locked to her remains and continuing to filter down his intestines to catch up with her digested bits. "I'm sure you won't mind that, though~"

Kayleen is rather surprised that he can even hear her, given how weak her voice is after so many hours digesting away in his stomach. she groans nervously, trying to squirm, trying to protest... But can't even manage to say anything, just utterly trapped and helpless as he bratty creature digests her alive. As he stretches out, she has to feel her body compressed and squeezed by the movement, her form seeming almost distorted - which it is, she realizes, as she hears that crunch of something in her body giving way. Whining meekly in reply, still slightly blushing in spite of herself at how much the gryphon is seeing fit to taunt and tease her. Swaying around a bit beneath him as he ambles around, sloshed and churned as he takes off... her digestion progresses all the more quickly with motions of him flying around, and she feels her form getting less and less just a tiny but with every last moment. When he drinks that water, she does wind up letting out a loud yelp in surprise, the sound loud enough that it might be the last thing he hears out of her. The poor tigress nearly paralyzed by now, limp and barely able to move as she's worked over by that stomach. But, there is that odd feeling, and as time goes on she's realizing that something definitely doesn't seem quite right within this gryphon's guts. A sensation that seems to get stronger as she realizes she still hasn't passed out, even though at least half of her body working through his intestines already. She has no idea if the gryphon himself is doing this, or if he even realizes that it's happening. Or care, for that matter, the beast clearly more than happy to end her existence with a squat and a raised tail.

Peter goes for another flight. To where is a mystery to the mostly-digested Kayleen. It's certainly an odd feeling, to be stretched through a good 30 yards of intestine, while part of her is still getting ground to a mulch in his stomach. He lands eventually but continues walking, a slow, measured pace. He doesn't address her anymore, probably knowing that she was 'dead'. Maybe he doesn't know she's still aware, still bound to her remains, still able to feel each step he takes, each breath that fills his lungs. He slips into some water, a river or creek or pond or something, and starts rolling around in it, playing like a puppy while getting himself all cleaned off from the day of hard lounging and hunting. And Kayleen is tossed around inside his body, forced to be a passenger to his every whim. His gut deflates as her mass is distributed more evenly across it; by now nobody would guess there was a tigress within, still sloshing through his intestines. Eventually he flops to his side and sleeps once more. Not the nap of someone digesting, but that of someone sleeping restfully for the night. Kayleen would find herself drifting off as well, to the monotony of the peristaltic waves urging her along his intestines, of the way she pools into great clumps in his bowels and starts to firm up as his body sucks even her water from her form. Leaving nothing but waste behind. Thick, heavy gryphonshit, consisting of roughly equal parts Mouse and Tigress, stuffing his colon while he sleeps peacefully. Come morning, only a few ounces of her have yet to be added to the growing mess in his ass. He yawns, stretches, takes another drink, and then jumps into the air again. He lands several minutes later, and Kayleen would feel him squat down, similar to how he released the supposed doe. In fact he'd landed in the middle of the quad, a few minutes before the first class of the day ended. Some people had gotten out of class early, while others were going to their first classes, so it was fairly busy as he picked a spot of grass and began to push. Kay could feel his colon squeezing around her, nudging the first parts of her out his ass.

She, like the doe, was brown and soft, with tufts of fur and shards of bone. But instead of just the black tigress fur, she was joined by the white mouse pelt that had tangled around her in the stomach. Mouse and cat, truly united into a single uniform mass. She starts to coil on the grass, and is forced to listen to Peter's churrs and sighs of approval at feeling his body empty out like this. He chuffs and moans when bits of her bone provide a last service to the predator by tickling his ass and prostate on their way out. Foot after foot of Kay is forced from his body; in only a minute or so she'd feel the feet of flies landing on her new form. Built-up gasses trapped in Peter's bowels rumble out, splattering her mound with more fur before the second half of her digested, abused body starts emerging. If she could see, which she should be thankful she can't considering the fuzzy flanks of her predator still perch over her unloading shit atop her new form, she'd also see several students and staff pausing to watch this display. The pile grows larger and larger, forcing Peter to take a few steps forward and drag it out a bit lest his body get tainted by Kay's stench. "You wanna join 'em?" Peter asks the onlookers with more than a bit of snark, which gets most of them to carry on about their days. Kay's skull, along with the mouse, tumble out in sequence, squeezed roughly through Peter's anal sphincter to much elation of the predator, landing with a thick smack right in their combined bodies. Almost immediately Kay can feel her brain-case getting filled with more coiled crap, still hot from Peter's bowels. Eventually it comes to an end; a hot, messy, steaming end. She visibly steams in the cool morning air. Peter sighs and turns to look at his handiwork. He chuckles, lifts a leg, and as a final humiliation to the ex-tigress and her companion rodent, ordinarily two sides of the food-chain meeting a shared end on the lawn, unleashes his bladder against their form. Hot piss splatters across Kayleen's body, soaking her, pitting her, and turning the ground beneath her into a cooling soft mud. It didn't take as long to void his bladder as it did his bowels, and after less than a minute the stream comes to a stop. He flicks some tufts of dirt and grass on her as a farewell, and then takes flight once more to the skies. Leaving Kayleen as shit, helpless, soft, muddy; a pile of crap cooling on the lawn. Her spirit still trapped, she might still be aware when the groundskeepers come 'round the following night, scoop her up into a trash-bag, and toss her into the nearest dumpster. Another student fallen prey to a wild gryphon~