This picture was commissioned from Zeanlain to accompany the story below, featuring his character, Flynn.
Flynn sighed and crumpled up the map. Yep, he thought. I’m definitely lost.
The small, anthro fox had foolishly decided to veer off the primary trail on his jungle expedition. Now, he was separated from his group, and, given how this was the third time he’d come across an oddly-shaped tree with a dangling, loose branch, he was almost certainly wandering in circles.
The fox’s fur was a dark reddish-brown, with lighter markings of red and orange, like a fire. But with so many dangerous predators lurking in the jungle, an attention-drawing fire was one of the last things Flynn wanted. He could only hope that the thick foliage would camouflage him adequately enough until he found his way back to the trail.
A low, deep growl behind him quickly told him otherwise. Flynn whirled around and yelped, finding himself face-to-face with a hungry-looking tiger, the big cat slowly putting one paw in front of the other as it approached the worried fox.
“Well, aren’t you a little snack?” the tiger purred. It was already within striking distance, having silently stalked its prey for who knows how long. Flynn could see its hind legs tensing up, readying to pounce. But the fox was petrified, knowing he had no hope to escape. A sudden black flash crossed his vision, and he threw his hands up over his eyes, awaiting the worst.
…but the worst never came. Flynn remained untouched, and his vulpine ears began to pick up sounds of a struggle in front of him. He opened his eyes and gasped. The big, intimidating tiger now found itself halfway down the gullet of an even larger beast, struggling and squirming to no avail.
Flynn’s rescuer was a massive gryphon, with a head covered in blue feathers and an eagle’s beak that was open as wide as possible as it swallowed down the panicked tiger. The tiger was going down feet first, and Flynn watched its wide eyes and fearful muzzle get closer and closer to the bird’s beak. The gryphon was skillfully swallowing the tiger whole, and within moments his beak was shut and the once-proud feline was nothing more than a large bulge traveling down the avian’s throat, past a gorgeous mane of gray feathers, and into the gryphon’s belly.
The cat part of the gryphon was that of a panther, with black fur all the way from the mane down to its four paws and long, rope-like tail. A pair of black-feathered wings were folded neatly against his back. The gryphon’s stomach bulged down from the rest of his muscular body, the outline of the tiger clearly visible as it thrashed and squirmed, trying to escape to no avail. The gryphon seemed unbothered. He simply let out a loud belch, which shook the vines on the surrounding trees as it echoed through the jungle.
Then, he turned his head and looked directly at Flynn, beginning to walk toward the small fox, the weight of the devoured tiger swinging his belly from side to side with each step as he approached.
Flynn had felt so relieved after being saved from the tiger that he’d completely forgotten to escape while the gryphon was occupied with swallowing his meal. Now, he was frozen to the spot, fearing the worst all over again.
The gryphon stopped when his head was directly above Flynn, his two powerful legs looking more like tree trunks on either side of the shivering fox. “What’s a little fox like you doing all the way out here?” the gryphon said in a deep, smooth voice, letting his hot breath roll over the terrified fox.
“A- Are- Are you going to eat me, too?” Flynn squeaked.
The gryphon simply chuckled in response. “What’s your name, fox?”
“F- Flynn.”
“I’m Ahab, Flynn,” the gryphon said. “And no, I’m not going to eat you.” He took two steps forward so that his belly now hung directly over Flynn, the bottom of it settling over the fox’s head. “Lucky for you, you just saw me have quite the filling meal.”
Flynn shuddered. He could feel the powerful stomach already churning around the tiger, who was still struggling inside but seemed to be losing energy.
“But I do think that, given how I just saved your life, I deserve a reward, don’t you?” Ahab said with a smirk. He took two more steps forward, and Flynn suddenly found himself face-to-face with the gryphon’s huge nuts and sheath, potent panther musk washing over him. The cat’s sack hung almost all the way down to his knees. Between the balls was a tuft of gray feathers like those around the avian’s neck. A jet black tip was beginning to poke out of the sheath, and it was all too clear what Ahab desired from the little fox.
Flynn complied — not like he had a choice — and began to rub the sheath and balls, producing a deep rumble of a purr from the gryphon above him as the dick slowly began to emerge.
But Flynn soon found himself enjoying the task, perhaps becoming a bit musk drunk as Ahab’s massive shaft fully emerged. Flynn got in deep, huffing and worshipping the panther’s heavy sack while Ahab’s cock throbbed to full mast.
And it was an impressive cock, one more than fit for such an enormous beast. It was a glistening black from base to tip. It was barbed, as expected for a feline, but Ahab also possessed a huge knot that caught Flynn off-guard as it emerged from the sheath and swelled to its full size.
There was no chance Flynn would ever get even the tip of Ahab’s monster cock into his muzzle, so instead he gave the gryphon the best handjob he could, lovingly rubbing the sensitive flesh while burying his face into the soft panther nuts, kissing and licking them with reverence.
Whether Ahab was particularly horny or Flynn was particularly talented, it didn’t take long before Flynn felt those balls begin to twitch and tug up, signaling that the gryphon’s orgasm was near. Flynn wrapped both arms around the throbbing shaft and began to stroke as best he could, summoning all his energy to milk the huge beast.
Within moments, he heard a deep moan above him and the gryphon’s cock leapt in his arms as the first powerful rope of panther cum shot out of it at incredible velocity, shooting into the ground and causing a huge splatter. More cum quickly followed as Flynn became a ragdoll, simply holding on for dear life as Ahab’s cock launched rope after rope of potent gryphon seed, painting the ground around them in a sticky white.
It took nearly a minute before it began to taper off, both gryphon and fox exhausting themselves. Even after the initial orgasm ended, Ahab’s cock would throb every few seconds and shoot out another thick rope, briefly lifting Flynn off the ground as the fox continued to rub and hold on to the panther’s penis.
Finally, with his balls fully emptied, Ahab collapsed in the afterglow, rolling over onto his back next to the massive puddle of gryphon cum he’d just produced. Flynn climbed onto him, exhausted but continuing to show that dick affection. The two lay there for awhile, regaining their energy, Ahab’s belly gurgling as it continued to deal with its earlier meal.
Ahab gazed down at the fox, who was now laying on his belly, snout touching his tip, licking the last remnants of cum from it. A devious smirk curled across the bird’s beak, and Flynn suddenly felt two large paws on his haunches, shoving him straight into the gryphon’s cock.
Flynn yelped, but his head was already halfway into the dick. “I can see how much you love my cock,” Ahab teased, “and my balls need refilling, so this seems like the perfect fit.” He huffed as a wave of pleasure rolled over his body from the fox sliding into his dick, then added, “…literally.”
Flynn squirmed. He knew he should probably try to escape, but he’d seen how expertly Ahab had downed the tiger earlier, and he also didn’t really mind where he was going. The panther’s musk settled like a haze over his brain as he slid deeper and deeper into the shaft, and all Flynn wanted to do was give that perfect cock the worship it deserved, whether inside of it or out.
Flynn felt himself squeeze past the gryphon’s knot, and then he dropped into a dark cavern, settling into a lake of thick, churning panther seed. He couldn’t see anything, but he felt the cum splash over him as Ahab rolled over and stood up, momentarily disorienting the fox. But he soon regained his bearings and began huffing and licking the internal walls of the gryphon’s nuts, feeling complete bliss and forgetting all about being lost. Lost? No, he was right at home, where he belonged.
Ahab, meanwhile, begin to saunter through the jungle, walking with a prideful swagger that allowed his filled belly and balls to swing back and forth, the outlines of their prey visible to anyone who dared to get close enough. Get too close, after all, and you might join them.