Thump, thump goes the wrist-thick tail and its furry plume against the floor. You smile. 

It's just you and the gryphon. You in a wooden chair and the gryphon much less comfortably stretched out on the stone floor. Its discomfort has much to do with the strong leather bindings wrapped around it. Its sharp beak is tied shut, its avian forelegs are pinned to its sides with its wings, and its muscular leonine hind legs are bound to each other at knee and ankle.  

The eagle talons and the curved white claws that unsheathe as its padded hindpaws tense have been filed blunt. It's a huge, powerful beast, twice the size of a true lion, but it's still helpless. All it can do is hiss its displeasure and lash its leonine tail.

The gryphon is very unhappy and with good reason. He was a member of Monstertown's aerial patrol and a lieutenant in the city guard until a few days ago. You aren't sure what he did, but it must have been very bad or he wouldn't be here. He squirms on the floor and hisses, trying to break his bonds and escape. Useless. Whoever tied him up knew what they were doing.

You on the other hand could stand up and walk out of the room any time you like. Not that you will. You paid quite a lot of money to be here today. 

A door opens on well-oiled hinges behind you. Only the puff of air it creates as it swings open warns you. The soft slither of fur over stones is nearly as quiet. You smile again as a pink-padded hand fall on your shoulder.  Short, sharp claws and blue fur surround the pads. It gives you a playful squeeze as a muzzle appears next to your ear.

Whiskers tickle your cheek as the skunkette's other hand finds your wrist. She finds the bracer, a wide wristband securely buckled on, and the hand on your shoulder makes sure the other bracer is on your opposite wrist. You lean back against soft-furred breasts as she shifts position. There is a glimpse of a furry blue and white coil as the lamia takes position directly behind you.
 
Her chin touches the nape of your neck and you feel a warm exhalation as she yawns. Her snakey jaws creak as they disjoint. Both her hands are on your shoulders now, ready to feed you into her maw.

She hasn't coiled you up, though she easily could. Her skunk-snake lower body is several times larger than her humanoid half and she could squeeze you to death or just hold you helpless as she swallows you whole.  She does neither. 

She slides her jaws over the top of your head,  scraping dozens of inward-hooking fangs gently over your scalp,  then closes her mouth and licks your ear. Another slither is heard as a second door opens.

"Mmm." The skunkette lamia behind you purrs, and across the room the second one does too. The one in front of you is bigger and less humanoid than the one touching you.

The one behind you is Uvuzi, a fixture here in Monstertown. Furry-snake from the waist down, but humanoid-skunkette from there up. You've seen her dance at the exotic dance club. It was there you found out about the other things she could do. Sometimes she dances with a bulge in her thickest coil. a big lump of partially digested prey down in her snakey half. Most often the bulge is man-shaped. Everyone knows Uvuzi eats people. Here, at least, she only does so when it's legal.

Across the room is a less humanoid monster, little more than a massive snake wrapped in blue and white fur. Nyoka has arms and a mane of long white hair, but that is the only nod to anthropomorphism. Her wedge-shaped head is twice the size of her sister's. Her jaws could glide over you and swallow you with no effort at all. Uvuzi would have to work a little before you slid down.

Nyoka isn't here for you. A smile curls her long jaws as she slithers toward the gryphon. She is nearly ten feet longer than her sister from pink nose to skunk-tail tip and must weigh twice as much, but the gryphon is almost as big as she is. That doesn't stop her from using her muscular coils to roll the lionbird onto his back where he lies.

"Hello there," she purrs as she slides her lower body up onto the gryphon's belly. You see his groin and the short sheath there as he kicks his hindpaws in frustration. Despite his situation a pink tip appears as Nyoka rubs his sheath with her padded palm. Bit by bit a barbed gryphon penis appears and you have a glimpse of Nyoka's pink slit as she positions her lowest coil. The frustrated gryphon growls, almost drowning out the lamia's purr of pleasure as she impales herself.

The gryphon squirms as she pins him to the ground with coils as thick as a man's chest. Her fluffy skunktail flicks as she thrusts herself against the lionbird, and despite the gryphon's anger it begins to reply with thrusts of its own. The gryphon is young and lusty and has a skunk-snake pussy stretched over its shaft. Muscular haunches kick as it makes the best of its situation and rams a barbed lion-cock into Nyoka.

With a purr she reaches out and grabs the gryphon's feathery ears. She's still thrusting against its groin, her fur wet with her own excitement. You are so engrossed in the scene you hardly notice when Uvuzi's padded fingers wrap around your own cock. You're too busy watching Nyoka's muzzle open and slide over the gryphon's beak.

For a moment his round avian eyes go wide with horror, then they are gone as her long jaws unhinge. She slides her maw over the gryphon's beak and takes in his whole head. Already a great bulge swells her neck. Many sharp teeth sink into the gryphon's feathers. He tries to wriggle free, pull his face back into the light, but it just drags Nyoka along after him. Her teeth are needle-sharp and hook toward her throat, just like the ones that scraped your scalp a few minutes ago. It's easy to go deeper, far harder to pull back out.

"We can't digest feathers, you know." Uvuzi purrs as she curls around you, her humanoid upper as flexible as her skunk-snake half.  "Or fur.  It'll come back up in a slimy wad or go all the way through. Scales, too. The rest..." She shrugs. "Food."

The gryphon struggles as he's swallowed alive. His head and neck are gone, just a bulge in Nyoka's neck, his beak and eyes sliding down a slimy lamia gullet as she works her jaws slowly over him.  If he were free he could put up a formidable struggle. Maybe he'd lose even then, but he'd claw and bite her before she squeezed him into submission and ate him whole. Now? All he can do is squirm. The bindings are strong and well placed. They hold him helpless as bit by bit her jaws ratchet their way over him. 

First one side loosens its grip and pushes forward, digs in its needle-sharp teeth. The opposite side repeats the process. Her loosely articulated maw stretches wider as she begins to swallow the roots of the gryphon's wings. Her neck is swollen to three times its usual diameter, sleek blue and white fur drum-tight as the shape of swallowed gryphon moves farther down her body.

All the while her lowest coil is in motion, pumping her skunk tail up and down atop the gryphon's cock. Big muscles shudder in his haunches and the lion tail drums the stone floor as he ejaculates. Even the terror of his situation doesn't keep a virile young gryphon from spending his seed in the lamia's pussy.

Uvuzi's padded hand guides your own and you find the pink slit in her belly fur. She has a diamond of white fur on her abdomen around her sex. You've seen it dozens of times at the dance club. Now you get to touch it. As you cup her furry pussy and slip in a finger she curls bonelessly around you. She squeezes you only gently as her lips part for your cock.

It takes Nyoka nearly an hour to swallow the gryphon.  When her jaws reach its thick chest her progress slows almost to a stop. More than once you think she's taken on an impossible task. Yet inch by inch the gryphon disappears. He struggles, bringing wet feathers back into view, but the grip of her strong coils and dozens of inward-hooking teeth keep him from pulling further out. Inevitably, after a rest, she works her jaws forward again and the damp plumage is engulfed, followed by more. Bit by bit he is swallowed alive.

When she reaches the end of the feathers she's also over the thickest part of her meal. Great muscles ripple in her distended neck as her swallowing muscles get a grip and slowly the lion half of the gryphon is pulled into her maw. What seemed an impossibly large meal now seems almost easy. Her jaws hook back and forth as she continues to dig in her teeth, one side and then the other, but there is no longer any doubt of the outcome. It is only a matter of time now.

The gryphon cums for the third or fourth time as her padded hand pumps his unsheathed cock. Too weak from lack of air to put any strength into his struggle, the gryphon can only thump the floor weakly with his tails as sticky seed spurts onto Nyoka's chops. Her nose is nearly to his balls.

At almost the same moment you tense and shudder. A fluffy skunktail is in your lap and your cock is sunken into Uvuzi's pink asshole. It's the second time you're cum in her. Your fingers and even your tongue have penetrated her sex, but it's off limits for your cock. Her mouth isn't. She swallowed the first load of your cum and her ass takes the second.

The fur of Nyoka's swollen neck ripples as the gryphon's legs are drawn in. With so much of him swallowed her gullet squeezes him easily deeper. She stretches out her nose and a set of weakly kicking lion paws slip into her maw and are gone. The powerful gryphon is a huge bulge in her neck, every curve of his muscular body outlined by its coating of blue and white fur. Nothing but a twitching tail and long wing feathers remain and Nyoka forms an ess in her neck just behind her ears. Slowly and with great effort she pushes the ess further down her neck. Fur stretches as it slides slowly over a gryphon two-thirds as heavy as herself. The tail and feathers disappear inch by inch.

Her white bib of fur slowly resumes its usual diameter as she swallows the gryphon down. She has six small teats between the white and blue neckfur. Her breasts are tiny, showing only when the massive bulge of lionbird pushed them into prominence.

The fleshy tube of glottis she used to breathe as she swallowed a meal three times as wide as herself disappears back into her mouth and the gryphon's furry tailtip does the same. Like a snake, she can breathe even with her jaws stretched tight over a meal. Now she lifts her head off the stone floor, bracing herself with her pink-padded hands, and with a last effort she pushes the bend in her body another foot. The slowly moving bulge of gryphon reaches the thickest of her coils and stops. Even here he is a massive bulge, but at least the work is done. He has reached his destination and though he's almost too weak now to put up any real struggle, her stretched pelt twitches as he makes a final effort to escape.

There will be no escape. Nyoka slowly yawns, popping her jaws back into shape. The gryphon has reached her stomach. Long and roomy as that is, she is heavily swollen around her huge meal. The gryphon is no longer a proud lionbird, fierce and dominant. Though still alive, he is now merely a great lump of food for her gut to process.

"Mm," she hisses. "I do like gryphons. My sister prefers smaller prey..."

You are relaxed in Uvuzi's grip. She's coiled loosely around you, employing none of her great constricting strength. Maybe if you leapt up out of the chair you could even escape her coils. Or maybe she'd reflexively clamp down, squeeze you into submission. An attempt to flee always provokes an attack response in a predator.

And you are Uvuzi's prey. You were from the moment you sat in the chair.

She says nothing as she coils more firmly around you, warm and furry and snug. Gentle, still, but it removes the illusion of choice.  There is a purr and a creak as she slides her furry face up in front of yours and yawns. For a moment you look past her sharp white teeth into the purple chute of her gullet, then all goes dark and damp as she slides her jaws easily over your face.

A coil of skunkette lamia is around your chest. She could squeeze until your ribs popped. She doesn't. She merely holds you helpless as she works her unhinged jaws over your shoulders. As your face slides deeper a thick coating of lubricating saliva on the walls of her gullet slicks you down for easy swallowing.

The chair you sit in is sturdy. It doesn't crack as her full weight bears down on it. Uvuzi's upper body is no bigger than a woman's but add in eighteen feet of muscular furrysnake lower body and she weighs perhaps four times as much as you do. Carefully she pulls you out of the chair with her coils, wrapping you up in warm fur as she swallows your chest.

You watched her sister swallow a whole gryphon. You saw the effort, the struggle, how the sharp snake teeth sank into feathers and fur. Sometimes there was blood. Nyoka wasn't gentle as she fed. Uvuzi is. Ever so carefully she pushes her jaws over you, guiding you into her gullet with her pink-padded hands. As long as you don't try to pull out her dozens of needle-sharp teeth don't dig in at all. It's a painless process, the slither of slimy gullet over your body. You're being eaten, but ever so carefully.

It's obvious now that her skunkette half is more appearance than reality. No heart thumps next to your face as you slide deeper, though you feel the strong drum of her pulse. Her humanoid ribcage stretches easily wider to let your shoulders past. Her humanoid half is little more than decoration, svelte skunkette wrapped around a gullet that can accommodate an entire human. All her organs must be down in her furrysnake half, where you soon will be. 

Her skunkette half bulges unnaturally as she swallows you whole. Nyoka just ate a gryphon two thirds her weight. Her sister's meal is only half as large, proportionately. If you only saw her from the hips up you'd never imagine her capable of such a meal. You've seen the bulges her meals make, though. Some of them are considerably larger than you. They have to get down into her coils somehow, and her smiling maw can open far wider than you'd expect. It slips gently, carefully over your belly and a narrow tongue licks out to taste your wet cock.

You tense. You've waited a long time for this moment and you are hard again as your cock slips past her fangs into the warmth and slickness of her gullet. Throat muscles ripple, easing you deeper. Your hips are inside her now and you saw with Nyoka how much swallowing speeds up once a lamia has most of its meal inside.

 Slowly Uvuzi stretches out her muzzle, sliding her sharp teeth ever so carefully over your thighs. It took Nyoka nearly an hour to eat the gryphon.  Uvuzi manages you in just a couple of minutes.

Your face slips past her humanoid hips and beneath her pussy. Her sister's sex is down by her skunktail, but Uvuzi's is where a woman's would be. On the other hand Uvuzi's asshole is down by her tail, just as Nyoka's is. Is her womb up in her humanoid half where her sex is?  You don't know.  Uvuzi is very careful to not find out for herself.  That's why her pussy is the last place she'll let you stick your cock.

Slowly and carefully Uvuzi slides her jaws over your feet. Her meal is nearly done. There is no one big gulp, as with some other preds you've seen. Instead her long throat tenses, easing you deeper, and you feel her form the same ess in her neck that her sister did. The bend slides slowly down her neck and along her unnaturally flexible humanoid half, helping push you down her throat. Wet flesh glides over you as you are taken entirely into her gullet.  She's swallowed whole lions, bears, humanoids bigger than yourself. The only challenge in eating you was to keep her teeth out of your flesh. 

You slip deeper and a muscular valve expands over your face. At last you've reached her stomach. A last slow push and you slide easily into the long pocket of flesh. Uvuzi's stomach expands to take you in, not straining at all to accommodate your girth and easily as long as you are. She could fit two, possibly three people in here. Just the same the fleshy walls grip you like a second skin. Flesh and fur press in from all sides as her the new bulge arrives in her thickest coil, just like the one in her sister's midsection. 

You feel her shift her coils as she settles down after her meal. Padded hands knead you through her fur and flesh. Even now she is so careful. Even now her powerful constricting muscles could squeeze you to death, protected though you are. The bulge of a man distends her thickest coil, a bulge starting four feet below her sex. Her stomach is no more in her humanoid half than her heart.

A thick sheen of stomach acid lies between you and the flashy walls. It fills every crevice of your body and should by all rights be digesting you even now. Only a few pockets are air exist, and most of it disappears as her stomach conforms to your shape. Distantly, you hear her burp. Just the same you suck in cool healthy air.
You smile as you slip your hand across your belly to feel the bracer on your opposite wrist. She told you all about the magic bracers before she ate you. One lets you breathe and one protects you from the acid. It's something new for her, she admitted. She just got them and only a few people have tested them out. They are working just fine, though.  

Slimy with the stomach juices that somehow don't burn, your fingers wrap around your cock. Her stomach mucus makes pretty good lube and despite two previous orgasms you are still rock hard. You waited a long time for an opportunity like this. You thought if you ever got to do this, it would be the last thing you did.

You imagine unbuckling the bracers, taking them off. The acid and lack of air would kill you very quickly. Uvuzi would burp up the air in your lungs after your last exhalation and her stomach would go to work on the lump of meat that used to be you. Soon you'd be a sloshing mass, then a slowly dissolving skeleton, and finally the bracers would appear from her asshole along with the rest of what used to be you. Only the bracers stand between you and becoming fat and skunk-snake shit.

Your hand pumps up and back. The gurgling around you, the thump of the heart not so far away in her snakey half, the whisper of her breathing. It's just how you imagined it'd be. Somewhere in here is your first load of cum, already digested. Soon there will be more. You imagine your semen dissolving almost as soon as it leaves your cock. If it weren't for the bracers, you'd follow it through her bowels. You wish you could see what was happening in here. All soft pink folds and gurgling acid. All very pleasant for you. Not so pleasant for the gryphon, you're sure. 

The slimy stomach is your home for half an hour, long enough to rub yourself against the slippery walls and cum one more time. Eventually the heat is too much. Protected as you are from the acid and lack of air, it's still a sweltering sauna in here. You can bear your new skunkfur coat for only so long. Her stomach was never meant for long-term occupancy, after all.

"All right," you say. The fleshy walls absorb most of the sound, but you feel her twist around so her ears are closer.  "I'm ready to come out."

Retching you up is far easier to getting you down. She gags, heaves, and you slide feetfirst up into her gullet as her stomach spasms. This must be how she regurgitates armor and other indigestibles too bulky to pass. She's had plenty of practice doing that and gapes her jaws as your feet reappear. She is as careful to keep her fangs out of your flesh as when she swallowed you. A last heave and you slide wetly out of her maw onto a thick woolen blanket.

A little scaly dragon-man hands you a towel. Kobolds. Half a dozen of them are in the room. Two begin to wash you down with soapy water from a bucket. Now that you are back in the air you can smell the bile. You're still coated with the stomach acids that would have digested you were it not for the magic bracers.

The four kobolds not helping you are giving Nyoka a belly rub. Swallowing the gryphon was a lot of work and she's stretched out, recovering.  The huge bulge in her thickest coil as solid as when you last saw it, though you're sure the gryphon's flesh is beginning to dissolve under its blue and white coat. As four kobolds rub the bulge, two on top to get a better angle, Nyoka lets out a long belch. A kobold laughs.

Somehow, despite three orgasms in the last hour, you go stiff at the sound. Uvuzi chuckles.  "One more," she says, and curls around to swallow your cock. You resist the urge to grab her ears and face fuck her with some effort, instead stroking the skunkette's white mane of hair. Hers is curly, her sister's is straight. 

The bulge in Nyoka and its attendant kobolds are as much of a turn-on as Uvuzi's tongue and soon she swallows another load of your cum. It's the only part of you she'll get to digest.

By then the kobolds are done cleaning you off and Uvuzi holds out her hand for the bracers. They have three buckles each. They have to be foolproof. If either came off in her stomach both magics would quit and her client would get a short trip through her guts, like it or not. It was all explained to you ahead of time.
Before you leave she wraps you up in a furry snuggle and playfully gapes over your face, just to see if are up for yet one more. You aren't. Your poor balls are spent, at least momentarily. She chuckles and unwraps you.

You hesitate. One last question. "Do people, you know, ever voluntarily...?"

She smiles.  "Not yet," she purrs.

As you put your clothes back on in the entry room you think about that. You were lucky to win the bidding. You weren't the only one to want to try out the magic bracers and visit with Uvuzi. You won the jackpot, figuratively, when her sister made a rare visit to Monstertown to help the city dispose of a treasonous guard officer. You got to watch it all and then get the part you actually paid for, a trip down Uvuzi's gullet and a safe return from her belly.

One of her kobolds hands you your belt pouch and you strap it on. He or she watches you dress. There is a certain...wistfulness. Envy?

"Tell me," you say as you finish dressing. "Do you ever think about feeding your mistress?"

The kobold looks away. "It would be improper to ask," it says. "Those who are killed in her service, they are so honored. Perhaps one day I will be too."

You nod. The little kobold wants what you just got. It gets to see the mistress swallow people, and fuck them, but doesn't get to partake. 'It would be inappropriate to ask.'

You make your way down the stairs to the street. No one's ever volunteered to be a meal for Uvuzi. That will change, you are sure. You'll tell people about the amazing trip down her throat and someone will be willing to die to experience it. Uvuzi will check with the city, clear everything with the guard - stranger things happen here - and then she'll have her meal. 

Someone will volunteer to be her first willing meal. Soon enough she'll burp and settle down to digest her first willing meal. Someone will be stretched out in her stomach, willingly, smiling as the acids go to work. 

Maybe that someone will be you.