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	Aryanne grinned to herself. This had to be her best idea yet. Anyone could shoot or gas those damn griffins, there was no style in it. She, on the other hand... she made execution into a form of art, and this was going to be her masterpiece. 

	From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the box. Small enough to fit in her palm, is contained several hundred griffin captives, shrunk by the division's head mage, for her to dispose of however she wanted. The thought sent her heart racing and warmed her up between her legs- it was almost enough to send her into a murderous frenzy, smashing and swallowing griffins, but no... she had a better idea.

	In the box, the griffin captives were rather confused. They had been captured by an equestrian army, which they knew meant death; but why hadn't it come yet? The griffins didn't realize their predicament- all they knew was that they were herded into a field, then there was a flash of light and they found themselves in this box. Most assumed it was some sort of shipping container, but the more astute ones realized that it wasn't made of the same materials a shipping crate would be. Their questions were answered when a crack split open in the ceiling, and they realized their situation...

	Lifting the lid of the box, Aryanne grinned as the screams started up. The griffins hadn't realized what had happened to them, what with being an inferior species lacking the intelligence of ponies (at least that was her view). Still, they were quick enough to catch on that their death would be an unusual one. An idea entered Aryanne's head, one that made her blush but was irresistible. Setting the box aside, she began to put on a show.

	The griffins were, understandably, terrified. That terror turned to confusion as the giant pony gave them bedroom eyes, then slowly stripped off her jacket. She began slowly swaying back and forth to a beat only she could hear, as she pulled her shirt off over her head, leaving her only in a bra and her uniforms pants. She grinned slightly, as she stretched her arms over her head showing off her "assets" to the captive griffins, then reached back to unclasp her bra and free her tits to swing as she continued to sway.

	The pants came next. Aryanne's ass was damn near perfect, and she knew it. Turning around, she unhooked them and bent over, giving the griffins in the box a show of her now quite soaked panties, until they were dropped as well. The griffins stared in awe at the nude goddess towering over them, sporting the type of body most beings can only dream of. Little did they know, they were about to get to know it in intimate detail.

	Aryanne picked up the box and sauntered over to her bed. It was time. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she dumped the contents of the box into one hand while stretching open her pussy with the other. Before the griffins even realized the danger they were in, she had brought the hand containing them up to her lips and pressed them as far in as she could.

	Aryanne moaned in pleasure as her eyes fluttered shut. The griffins themselves didn't provide that much stimulation, but the thought that hundreds of lives were contained in her flower, right now, and she could snuff them out with a squeeze... that alone almost pushed her over the edge, but she held herself back. Not yet.

	Things were more or less the opposite for the griffins. The body they had been admiring was not nearly so beautiful this close. A few enterprising souls had jumped out of her hand, clipped wings be damned, and a few had even survived to be crushed underneath the titan's shapely legs and rear in the coming weeks. The rest could only watch in horror as they sped towards Aryanne's spread cunt, until the impact shocked them out of their stupor. A desperate rush of griffins headed towards the exit, but it closed on them before they could make it. Whether through luck or design, Aryanne's vaginal cave held enough air pockets for the griffins to survive for several hours, trapped in the humid cave the size of a town. Not that any of them would, of course...

	As much fun as having a township of griffins slowly drowning in her cunt was, Aryanne knew she would have to act quick for her plan to work best. Managing to pull herself from her bed and the lingering pleasure of her near-orgasm, she threw on some clothes (not bothering with underwear) and headed downstairs, to the bar of the inn she and some of her soldiers were stationed in.

	Aryanne always turned heads, but today was different. Whether through body language, odor, or how she was dressed there wasn't a stallion in the bar who didn't have his eyes glued to some part of her body.

	"And to think I thought this would be the hard part", thought Aryanne, her eyes scanning the room. She narrowed in on her prey (not the griffins of course, at this point they were nothing more than fuel for her growing lust). An impressive specimen of a stallion, standing nearly six feet tall and judging by the bulge in his pants, with a package to match.

	"Yes, you'll do nicely~"

	Aryanne is  many things. Subtle is not one of them. She sauntered up to the stallion, swaying her hips, until she was withing arms reach of him. Leaning over his seat, she stroked his chin.

	"You. My room. Now." 

	Her chosen entertainment moved with the sort of speed usually reserved for situations involving the words "is the lion enclosure supposed to have that hole in it?" Before Aryanne knew what was happening, she was being whisked upstairs in a bridal carry. She barely had time to point out her room before they were inside and tearing each-other's clothes off.

	During all this, the griffins' despair was growing. Their moment of hope when they hadn't been executed immediately had turned into the horror of being able to guess just how they would die. Yet even then, they still clung to life. Even as the walls around them shifted with Aryanne's steps, and grew hot and inflamed with her arousal, groups were busy planning their escape.

	Having disrobed each other in a frenzy, Aryanne's partner began to slow down. This wasn't his first time with a woman, and he hoped that if he performed well enough he could get a promotion out of it. Even if he did know about the extra participants in their lovemaking, he wouldn't have cared. Taking his time, he gently tickled her lips, before slowly slipping his fingers in, warming her up. He needn't have bothered, Aryanne was well lubed already- though he felt an odd texture inside, something like sand. He put it out of his mind- it probably wasn't important anyway.

	Inside the vagina, the entrance of the fingers spelled doom for the captives inside. A brief moment of hope for those closer to the lips as light entered, snuffed out when they saw what had made the entrance. One group of 5 was the first to go, pressed and kneaded into the walls by a  massive digit until only mush remained. The finger didn't stay in long, knowing its job was unnecessary, but it didn't leave alone. Stuck to the fingers were nearly 30 griffins, soon to be pony fat.

	Aryanne leaded forwards sensuously, taking the fingers into her mouth and licking them clean. For the griffins stuck on those fingers, it was the worst fate they could have imagined. The lips, something that would look more at home on a leviathan than a cute mare you might see walking down the street, yawned open and enveloped them in darkness. A powerful force sucked them forwards onto the tongue, where they began calling out for each-other. Not for long though, as the tongue tilted back and with a tremendous GULP the mixture of griffins and saliva flowed down the throat. Once it had reached the stomach, the griffins huddled together in a small air pocket. The stomach remained passive, not recognizing a large enough meal to gear up for digestion. These griffins would have the dubious honor of experiencing sex from inside one participant, until they were melted down into their base components to add a small layer onto Aryanne's tits or ass and provide energy for her lovemaking.

	Outside, Aryanne's boytoy had moved onto oral pleasure. His legs between her powerful thighs, he plunged his tongue in and out of her flower, unknowingly picking up passengers each time and sending them down his throat where they would provide the energy for what was to follow. Unlike Aryanne's prey, these ones fell into an already active stomach. Over several minutes the acids would eat away at them until theu succumbed like so much food, melted into a nutricious chyme to give the energy for sex and replenish sperm.

	Within her vagina, the griffins had finally given up hope. They clung together in their final moments, hoping that they wouldn't be the next to be picked up by the whale-like tongue. Around them they felt the liquids rising higher, heard the "shlipping" of the tongue and Aryanne's moans; but due to the darkness the couldn't see anything, trapped in the velvety walls waiting for their death. It was soon to come, as with a half-lidded stare Aryanne communicated it was time for the main course.

	Lifting Aryanne up by her thighs, the stallion repositioned her to prepare for their intercourse- legs spread and in the air, Aryanne on her back as he lined up with the entrance. Unfortunately for a small group of griffins who had escaped their doom earlier and had been watching the death of their comrades at the hands of these lustful gods in horror, Aryanne's ass had been positioned right above them. They didn't even have a chance to run as the twin planets of fat fell onto them, rippling at the impact and leaving the unlucky griffins as stains on her rear.

	Aryanne bit her lip in anticipation as the stallion lined his meat up with her entrance, and slowly plunged in. To the griffins inside, this would be it. They saw the mammoth shape eclipse the light from the entrance, and knew immediately what it was. The monster cock slowly plunged in, crushing some against the walls while sticking others to its girth. Desperately groups of griffins climbed over Aryanne's inner folds to escape it, but only those towards the back were able to outrun the beast. The pumping picked up, faster and faster, while a swimming pool of pre leaked from the tip, coating those stuck there.

	Aryanne was in heaven. This was the best fuck she'd had in weeks, and the knowledge that she was doing her duty to the cause only pushed her pleasure to greater heights. She felt a tickling deep within her, and realized some griffins had managed to escape their phallic fate! While the eventual orgasm would probably finish them off, she didn't want to take any chances that some would make their way out. Pushing up against her partner, she roughly shoved him down to the bed putting herself on top and rode him like she never had before.

	Inside, the sudden change in gravity had caused all but the hardiest griffins to fall to the building sized cock rising and falling below them. As it became rougher and began grinding against more of Aryanne's vagina, more and more griffins were pulped and mixed with the love juice building up around them.

	Aryanne grinned as most of the tickles finally fell off. She rode her partner harder, expressing her pleasure with greater moans as they approached mutual orgasm. Tits bouncing and eyes closed in pleasure, she appeared for all the world like a goddess of love. No one would have guessed the horror occurring at the center of all this. Finally, she exploded in climax in time with her partner. They fell against each other, the stallion slowly pulling out.

	Inside Aryanne, it was like being in the center of an erupting volcano. The orgasm of the two gods crushed the insects they had sacrificed for pleasure, mashing them against the contracting vaginal walls while a tidal wave of cum broke apart the bodies of those in its way. Deeper inside the vagina, some pockets of survival remained through the entire event, but the stallion's orgasm flooded them with an ocean of cum, drowning those survivors over the next few minutes as Aryanne relaxed in post-coital bliss.

	Speaking of Aryanne, as her stallion pulled out she saw some wriggling specks on his member. It seems that not all griffins died to her orgasm; some had managed to make it through a combination of hardiness and luck. However, all this did was condemn them to a slower fate in another part of her body. With a long lick up the shaft, Aryanne began to clean off the stallion. A small whinny from him showed that he wasn't completely spent yet. 

	"Good", Aryanne thought while grinning, "that will make this part more fun."

As she bobbed her head down the shaft, her tongue lapped up the survivors and the broken bodies of those less (or perhaps more) fortunate. Collecting them in the center of her tongue, she sent them down to meet their friends from earlier. Soon, the stallion came and she swallowed a mouthful of his seed down to follow, washing down the few survivors who had hoped to hide in a crevice of her mouth.

	Within Aryanne's stomach, this was the signal to begin working in earnest. The griffins were too insignificant to trigger digestion, but the soon to be forgotten seed from the stallion was enough. Acid began to leak from the walls in a much greater amount, and encroach upon the islands of safety the griffins had found. Soon, they would be a liquid flowing into Aryanne's small intestine, the useful parts of them sustaining her perfect body while the rest was discarded.

	Aryanne lay back in bed, holding the stallion who had fallen asleep and feeling the last tickling in her vagina disappear. Her stomach gave an audible groan, gearing up for digestion, causing her to blush even though no one was there. She was content; in one act of intimacy she had snuffed out three hundred griffin lives. Aryanne drifted off to sleep, vagina filled with corpses and stomach processing the rest into fat for her figure.