"Skreee!" the gryphon screeches in victory, gazing upon the meal he'd brought back to his nest. As you become alert to your surroundings, you curse whatever twist had seen you suddenly caught up in the beast's talons, to be brought back here to this mountain peak.
 
The creature gives you little time to ponder the strange turn of events, before brings his beak toward you, tilting his head curiously as if debating the best way to swallow you down. Sensing your tension, he brings a talon down heavily upon your chest, crushing you against the branches and other materials that make up his nest, opening his massive jaws over your head, allowing a glob of accumulated drool to drip off his tongue toward the tip of his beak, before sliding off and splashing against your face.
 
He seems intrigued to see you covered in drool, as a modest grin seems to show on his beak, the pressure from his talon becoming more intense as his beak draws near, the humid scent of digestion wafting over you, the moisture condensing warmly on your face as a steamy gust of breath rushes past you. "Surely you know why you're here," the gryphon hisses tauntingly, peering into your eyes as his stomach lets out an eager groaning. You can practically feel the vibration in his gut as he all-but lays atop you, pinning you beneath his bulk.
 
"You're going in here," the gryphon chuckles, opening his beak wide and bringing it inches before your face, as if to engulf you in haste. His tongue pokes forth, slurping across your chin and leaving a thick layer of slimy bird drool dripping down your neck, before he backs away slightly. "Don't worry," he smiles in mock reassurance, "I'm sure my stomach knows how to take -good- care of you," he chuckles.
 
The gryphon's talon relieves its heavy grip from your chest, a claw getting caught in your shirt and easily rending it apart with a simple pull, the tattered remains easily torn aside, leaving you naked from the waste up. "Tasteless garments," the avian explains passively as he steps back, reaching up and placing a talon on your bare chest for leverage, his beak gripping at your pants and giving a sharp tug.
 
A little more effort on the gryphon's part leaves you completely naked, and ripe for the eating. He rests a talon on either side of you, his beak starting from just above your waist, and giving a long, deliberate lick up the length of your body. Your skin glistens with drool, before the second slobbering lick replaces that thin layer with thick globs of the clinging saliva, slowly oozing down your sides, lubricating you for your eventual journey.
 
Meanwhile, the hungry avian seems to enjoy your flavor greatly, his tongue venturing a little lower on each passing lick, as if to tease you with the eventual thought of having your groin engulfed in the warmth of his drooling maw. He sees fit to oblige, his beak hovering between your thighs for a moment as his warm breath washes over your sensitive regions, his beak parting slowly and dripping with pent up drool, the beast salivating heavily over his meal, as the warmth drips over you, slathering your crotch long before he takes his first lap at it with his tongue.
 
When he does, the gryphon's beak parts slightly, engulfing your hips within his salivating maw for a moment, lapping over you lewdly with his tongue while his beak clenches around you slightly... Though he really only sees fit to tease you, sucking and drooling over you just long enough that he sees you enjoying it, before opening his beak and running his tongue up the length of your body, as though that was all he'd ever intended to do in the first place, ignoring your pleasure as he innocently tastes your body once more.
 
But then, it seems his teasing is at an end. The gryphon steps back, his open beak trailing a strand of saliva down your body as he stops at your feet, opening his mouth around them, clenching his beak and licking over your soles for a moment. His talons grip hard around your legs, dragging you into the slickness of his mouth with a hard tug!
 
Your feet rapidly become buried in the moist folds of the avian's throat, allowing a simple -GULP- to send you further along your way, dragging you across the rough surface of his nest, into the fleshy warmth of his beak. It would seem almost inviting compared to the harsh winds atop the mountain, chilling your body through the moisture of the gryphon's drool...
 
The beast seemed intent on taking his time, as the third swallow only saw you buried up to your thighs. There was little you could do to resist, however, leaving him to savor his meal as long as he wanted, seeming to take great pleasure in your panic and dismay at the thought of being devoured.
 
As the gryphon swallowed once more, his tongue curled upwards, squishing up between your legs and teasing your groin once more. He played it off as nothing, the next swallow dragging you into his throat from the waist down, leaving your lower half to be squeezed and massaged in the warmth of the pulsating tunnel that led to his stomach, your feet just beginning to poke into the steamy chamber, encouraging the walls to start secreting digestive fluids for the sizable feast.
 
At this point, the gryphon had his greatest task ahead of him, as his talons pinned you firmly in place, and he curled his feather wings around your arms, pinning them to your sides, your hands poking into his beak. Were you to try and grasp anything to push yourself free, you'd simply be greeted with warm, slimy flesh, eager to meet your grip with its own, and drag you downward with ease. With another swallow and a little help from his talons, the eager gryphon had you engulfed up to your shoulders.
 
By now, the beast was eager to proceed, his stomach taking notice of its meal and demanding more. Your knees bent within his slimy gut as his next gulp dragged you deeper inside, the sound reverberating through your ears as your head started to slip into his beak. You could see countless strands of drool forming as the sticky slime oozed from his upper jaw, clinging to your body and drenching your upper half, while his tongue continued to slather every other inch of you with ease.
 
He seemed to pause on this final swallow, knowing what it would mean for you. All it would take is a simple, final gulp to send you on your way. To reduce you from a person, to a mere feathery bulge in his neck, travelling downward to satisfy his ravenous hunger. His tongue curled around the back of your head, slowly ushering you toward the folds of his throat, steamy breaths of acrid air wafting up from his gut, reeking of digestion...
 
Then, with a simple flick of his tongue and a deafening -GLURK-, the walls squeeze heavily around you, and you're quickly pulled into the gryphon's throat. The worst of his efforts over, his muscles simply pulse and drag you downwards with little trouble, and you find yourself spilling into his stomach a moment later, landing in a pool of thickly clinging, acidic slime. The gryphon licks over his beak for a moment before sitting down comfortably, squishing his bulging stomach beneath him, causing the acids to rise up and nearly submerge you in the tight, fleshy sac of his stomach.
 
"I probably don't have to tell you how efficient avian-digestion is," the gryphon mocks, poking at the bulge in his gut with a talon. "I hope for your sake my stomach puts a swift end to you," he laughs, knowing that that would be anything but true.
 
The warm, digestive sludge pours over your body as his stomach gets to work, the walls squeezing and rubbing against you. The uncomfortable tingling of the acids was immediately evident as they washed over you, stirred around by any vague movement the predator made in his quest to find comfort while he digested you.
 
Of course, more taunting wasn't far off, as the egotistical gryphon couldn't keep his beak shut for long. "Just let the acids claim you," he said in a soothing voice, mocking your plight for release. "There's only one ending to this, after all." The fate of food was an unpleasant one, to say the least, as he seemed to be taking great pleasure in spelling it out for you.
 
"Sure, you may survive my stomach for quite some time," he continues, "but that's why my gizzard is there - to squeeze the will out of particularly resilient meals, and reduce you to the food that you are!" His laugh vibrates the walls around you, stirring up further activity in his stomach, as the digestive slime melts away your outermost layers of skin, the uncomfortable tingling eating deeper into your body.
 
You remain in this digestive-hell for some time, the acids sloshing heavily around you, the waves briefly submerging you every so often as the walls hold you in a grip to tight to move, unless the beast proved merciful enough to roll into his side. Unfortunately for you, it seemed he'd finally found a comfortable position to lay in, pinning you firmly beneath his massive bulk, the walls constantly rubbing against you, slathering you with the thick, slimy goop that was meant to digest you.
 
But it seemed his body grew impatient, as a loud gurgling around you indicated some activity. The walls squeezed in hard around you, seeming for a moment as though they'd crush you outright before you're forced through a tight ring of flesh, almost as though being swallowed again!
 
Instead, you find yourself in a tighter chamber, a small puddle of acids seeping through with you before the entrance closes, sealing you in the beast's gizzard. You simply hear him giggle immaturely, pleased with your progress through his digestive tract, eagerly awaiting your digestion.
 
The gizzard seemed almost harmless at first, the walls simply holding you in place. Sure, there was a certain roughness to them, but it seemed better than soaking in acidic mulch. That was until the chamber took notice of you, beginning its efforts with a mighty squeeze, which forced the air from your lungs.
 
The gryphon chirped with delight as he felt the vague motions of his stomach resume, the walls squeezing and grinding around you. What started as a mere slimy massage had turned into something more akin to a trash compactor, as the gryphon's body fought mercilessly to grind you into mulch. The acids soaked into your skin certainly helped, seeming to soften you up a bit.
 
The cruel predator decided to ease the efforts of his body, reaching down with a talon to knead the bulge in his gut, taking pleasure in any meager squirming you managed to give as his body squeezed the life out of yours. "Not long now," he mocked, feeling your struggles fade amidst the merciless crushing of the walls around you.
 
With a mighty, bone-crushing squeeze, the gryphon's gizzard passes you back to his acid-filled stomach. You squeeze through the ring of flesh as little more than a crushed, mangled mess of digesting meat, barely clinging to life at this point, the further taunting of the gryphon lost on you, drowned out by the noisy glorps and groans of digestion as you sink helplessly beneath the acidic pool.
 
It's helpless to resist, even if your injured limbs could drag you above the churning muck, your consciousness is quicklyfading as you're lulled to eternal sleep by the sounds of the gryphon's stomach. He pats his bulging belly as a farewell to you, feeling the end of your struggles and allowing himself to drift toward sleep, leaving his body's full effort set on processing what remains of you.
 
Your lifeless remains quickly come apart under the vigorous onslaught of digestion, as your body is sloshed and swirled around in the bog of acids. Soon there remains nothing recognizable of you amid the digestive mess - simple a few crushed bone fragments, and a thickness among the churning mulch.
 
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Soon, even those remains are indistinguishable from the surrounding mess, as the gryphon's intestines claim the sludge that fills his stomach, your remains sucked into his depths like so many meals before you.
 
The mushy remnants of your body slop through the gryphon's intestines while he naps peacefully, his body eagerly claiming whatever it deems worthy from the slurry of nutrients, absorbing much of the moisture and using whatever it can from you, the rest of your body firming up in his bowels as a familiar, disgusting substance...
 
He awakens some hours after his meal, pleased to find the heft in his stomach had moved down to his bowels, providing a certain urgency for release, which he's all too happy to oblige.
 
Swooping down to a lower plateau, the gryphon's bowels let out an eager groaning as he positions himself at the base of a tree in his typical dumping-grounds.
 
Before he can release the veritable mound of filth in his bowels, the gryphon feels a different, sharper urge welling up inside him, as he prepares to rid himself of the liquid assets your body had provided. He lifts his hind leg and gives in to the pressure, as a mighty torrent of liquid waste splashes out from the tip of his length, sputtering noisily against the bark of the tree.
 
The gryphon breathes in pleasant relief as he empties his bladder, the massive torrent of gryphon-pee beginning to puddle at the base of the tree, as the stream continues strong for some time.
 
Eventually, it slows to a minor spurting, and mere droplets, as the other, more serious urge redoubles its urgency, barely giving the gryphon time to squat and lift his tail aside before your remains start poking free...
 
He grunts, the muscles clenching around your new, digested form and causing you to slop out from beneath his tail, the first log of gryphon-filth landing in the puddle with a wet thud, sinking into the piss-soaked ground, before another clump of filth lands atop it.
 
The gryphon shudders with relief. However used to large meals he was, releasing them was always an effort, and a great pleasure. He squeezes, as a significantly messier portion of your remains splatter out atop the mound, slickening his tight hole for the rest of you, a truly impressive clump of waste squishing out from the gryphon's rear.
 
Compared to that, what little remains of you slops out easily, adding the last little details to his impressive handiwork, your remains amounting to a steaming pile nearly two feet high, brushing against the fur of his tail, the warmth coming off of you causing him to chirp in delight.
 
"Filthy human," the mighty gryphon mocks your remains with a chuckle, kicking a little pile of dirt atop the mountain of waste, leaning back and springing to the skies with the victorious screech of an eagle, scanning the ground for his next victim...