Huh. Haven't submitted one of these in a very long time.


Periot and Grys fly over to an island for an adventure and get trapped inside a tomb full of food. After gorging on the meal, Grys begins to suffer abdominal pain...and Periot is forced to make another diaper for him.

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There was nothing quite like riding on the back of a gryphon, and Periot is clinging to the back of his new friend Grys for dear life. It's not a completely terrifying experience, but he's not used to the fast speeds, or even moving off the ground several feet. He is still not sure what to make of the vain, pompous gryphon, but he has to admit, it's never a dull moment with him. Today they are exploring, flying across the sea to visit an island reported to have some unusual sights. "Are we going the right way?" he shouts over the rush of the wind.
Grys rolled his eyes. "Periot, I'm an almighty and wise gryphon, and we gryphons are smart enough to know any question any person asks."
Periot muttered to himself, "That doesn't answer my question..." But something catches his eye. "Look, look! I think that's the island, Grys! Oh man, I'm excited, I've never been exploring before!" he shouts, pointing at the incoming landmass. He still presses close against Grys, afraid he might fall into the drink or the like. At least he's far from Grys' sometimes-windy rump.
"Alright, we'll head down nice and easy, Periot. Just make sure you don't let go of my hide okay?"
Periot nods, heart pounding as they suddenly dive towards the island. It looks to be mostly forested with a dormant volcano at the north side. "Roger that!" he says.
Grys slowly glided down to the rich soil and landed into a pile of leaves a little more roughly than he anticipated. The gryphon even shouted and stumbled when one of his hind legs was scratched against a log. Luckily, they managed to land safely in front of a series of trees. "Whew! See, nice and easy."
The jackrabbit falls off of Grys, frozen in the figure he was in clutching Grys' hide. But he recovers, shaken but exhilarated. "Wow! That was impressive," he says. "You okay? You got a cut on your thigh there."
Grys turned around and looked at his thigh, noticing that it was indeed cut and bleeding a little. "Um, uh, th-that won't be, y'know, life threatening, right? I can't die from a gash right?! It's just a small gash!"
Periot hops to Grys and examines it carefully, before attempting to calm down the big beast. When Grys gets freaked out, things tend to break. "No no, it's alright! I think you'll be fine. No need to worry. I mean, your rump is clear at least, right?" He knew Grys was vain about his posterior, claiming it was the key to getting the females. Periot wasn't sure he believed him, but didn't have the heart to say otherwise. "Now," he says, looking around at the forest. "What do we do now?"
Grys held his nose high into the air and took a giant whiff, before the faint smell of food blew his way and his stomach rumbled, hungering for nourishment. "Well, unlike other animals, we gryphons have a keen sense of smell. If I'm not mistaken, there's food nearby. Whaddaya say we have a little snack?"
Periot sniffed, detecting the scent faintly himself. "Oh. Oh! Sure thing, Grys. Lead the way, my fine fellow. Who knows what we might run into on the way, eh?"
Grys held his head up high and started to trot down the dirt path. "Of course I'll lead the way, no problem." The gryphon used his nose to guide him throughout the island, hopping over a moss-covered log, trekking through four bushes, and making sure to stay clear of the giant pool of mud that seemed to be a bottomless pit. "Hmm...we're getting very close now, Periot." he said, mouth practically watering.
Periot nodded, also feeling himself drool at the thought of sustenance. Soon enough, what looks to be the entrance to an ancient building looms ahead of them. "Hey, I think I see something," The rabbit observes, keeping up behind Grys. "Is that where the scent is coming from?"
Grys chuckled and got himself into a pouncing position, preparing to jump inside the building. "Oh yeah. Let's go inside!" he said. The gryphon hopped into the building...or, he would've, if the lower half of his body hadn't been caught in-between two trees.
Periot moves around to see what Grys has gotten himself into. "Ah, what's the saying? Look before you leap?" he asks in a deadpan, before snickering. "Do you think you need help?"
"Yes! I-I need help right now! What happens if hunters find me stuck like this?! They could skin me alive and boil my bones down into sludge!"
"We wouldn't want that now, would we?" Periot asks, bemused. He walks around to the gryphon's orange-brown backside, getting up on his hind legs to push against his round buttocks. "Hnngh," he grunts. "On the count of three, one...two...three...PUSH!"
Grys grunted with his eyes shut and tried to squeeze his way through, but his attempts were futile, and he exhaled with defeat as he stayed trapped in-between the trees.
The jackrabbit pants, noticing Grys’ butt sag to the ground in defeat. "Don't get so down, Grys. We just need to think a little different." He hops onto Grys' back, patting the gryphon's left cheek since he liked that, and then placing both of his large rabbit feet against one tree, with his back against the other, completely horizontal. "Let's see if I can widen the gap a little," he says. "Ready? One...two...threee!" Then Periot pushes, attempting to part the trees enough for Grys to get himself through.
Grys shouted and emerged through the gap, sighing and laughing with relief. "WHEW!! Oh, good, I thought I was a goner there. Thank you so much Grys!" said the gryphon, bowing in his direction.
Periot bounds up to Grys and smiles, snapping off a salute. "Not a problem! As a rabbit I have to be quick witted to outthink a lot of predators. Now, let's see what food is awaiting us, eh buddy?"
Grys nodded and walked inside the building with Periot. The first thing they noticed, short of the fiery torch being their only means of light, was the strong odor of meat and fruits, which clashed with an odd and musky odor. "Huh...I take that back...it smells very funky in here. ...Although that might just be the flatulence I just expelled."
Periot sniffs, then covers his nose. "Ugh! You can say that again!" he says, bounding away from the gryphon's butt. "That one was ripe. But here!" he gestures at all the food spread out before them. "Look at all of this, it's glorious! Dig in, Grys. I won't eat much except for the vegetables."
Grys dove onto the pile of food and began to scarf down all the meat, tearing through the already cooked steaks, ribs, pork chops and chicken liver. He also didn't hesitate to eat any of the cantaloupe or watermelons, the sweet juices splashing against his uvula. "OH...SO SCRUMPTIOUS!!!" he shouted, a bit of red juice dripping down his beak.
The rabbit munches on potatoes, apples, a variety of other leafy vegetables, and even a few breads. He stays away from Grys as the gryphon pigs out, or else he might get accidentally eaten as well! "You said it!" he says. "I do believe this is the best meal I've ever eaten," he says. Eventually, however, it runs out. Cut to Periot lounging against the gryphon in the middle of all the food, giving a burp. "Ah, what a day," he says with a contented sigh.
"Yes," started Grys, leaning over to pass gas. "Today was an extraordinary day."
Periot twitched, and coughed after the pungent expulsion is released. "Phew!" he exclaims. "Definitely a RIPE one. Not sure how I'll get used to that. But at least it isn't my home this time, eh?" He chuckles, and then something happens. The entrance to the chamber suddenly starts to close as a stone slab begins to quickly drop down. "What the?!" Periot exclaims, so filled he can't spring up in time. "Oh no!"
Grys looked up at the entrance and realized that the slab was descending, and it landed on the ground with a loud thump, trapping Grys and Periot inside the chamber. Grys, naturally, began to freak out, antagonizing his bulging gut.
Periot, however, tried to remain calm. "Grys. Grys! Snap out of it, alright? There has to be some explanation. We'll find a way out, there...there's GOT to be a way out!" he says, but he doesn't sound so calm himself. At least they have torchlight, but he can't find any other doorway leading out.
"But there's no way out of here! How can we be calm, Periot?!" he shouted, pacing back and forth. "Oh my God, oh my God--we're gonna die! We're gonna wither away until we're nothing but a pile of bones and then a bunch of poachers will use our bones as-as fuel for their cars!" Clearly, Grys was exaggerating now, but he tended to do that frequently in situations such as this.
Periot slapped a forepaw over his face, before he tries to soothe the gryphon again. "That's not going to happen! There has to be some secret exit that's not apparent yet. Or perhaps we just need to wait until the slab opens up again. "Acting like this won't help your digestion, either!" Periot lays back against a pillar, trying to remain calm himself. "See? Nothing wrong with waiting."
Grys panted a couple of times before he sat down and began to relax, wiping some of the sweat from his head. "Okay...okay...just-just need to relax. Yeah, yeah...we'll be fine! I mean, how long could it possibly last?"
Periot nods, looking at Grys' huge bird head. "Exactly, you worry too much. Tell me a story or something, from your past adventures. It'll take your mind off this AND you gut."
"Well, uh...did I tell you about the time I accidentally sat on a mouse and farted on it for four minutes?"
Periot stares. "Uh, no. But NOW you've got me curious! Give me all the details, friend."
"As far as I can recall, a friend of mine challenged me to binge on as many cans of beans as I could that we purloined from a hunter's cabin. Afterwards I started releasing a substantial amount of flatulence. It smelled so horrid, my friend told me to sit down and bury my posterior in the dirt. Unfortunately, a mouse was under my butt. ...You can connect the dots from there."
Periot laughed. "Oh wow! I bet you killed that poor thing!" As fancy as Grys thought of himself, he still produced a lot of flatus, and even more dung. The small rabbit ruffles the feathers on his head good naturedly. "You clumsy oaf. Were you at least cleaned out after that?"
"Nope. It was all flatulence. But it was a coincidence that I had a bad case of trots the day after."
Something rumbles but Periot can't place it. "Oh, those are the worst. Well, I imagine for you, you big poop machine." Of course the rabbit is only likely teasing. "I still remember the day you came into my cave. That was...interesting."
"Would you prefer that I had gone all over your house?"
"No!" Periot says quickly. "But when you were going all over in that diaper...you acted like it was the best thing in the world!"
Grys' stomach gurgled, but he ignored it, only grimacing. "Well, I can't exactly explain it. It's like defecating, but you're also defecating in a place you're not supposed to, y'know? Like...a potty rebel, or something. Besides, I'm sure even someone of your stature knows how exhilarating it is once you use the bathroom after holding it in for several days."
Periot nods. "Of course. For you I can only imagine." Another gurgle is heard. "Uh, Grys? Is that you?"
"Yes, but I'm sure it's just gas." said Grys, holding his stomach and grimacing.
Periot watches Grys beat his wings and hold his bloated belly. "Well, if we get out of here maybe I'll give you a butt massage," he says. One of Grys' favorites things. In the meantime, the jackrabbit begins to look around the outer walls for a discolored brick, or an outline, or anything to indicate a false wall or secret passage. "Nothing yet!" he says.
"I think you should hurry up there, Periot," said Grys, trying to keep the desperation out his voice.
"Why's that? You're not freaking out again, are you?" Periot says. "I told you, it's fine, we've eaten enough to survive for days!"
"No, but my colon's starting to act up, and there's more than just wind coming out!"
Periot perks up his ears in alarm. "Oh god, I'm not going to be in a closed chamber after you've taken a dump!" he declares. Now he tries to rush about finding something to clothe Grys' big leonine ass with. "Uh, just, hold it in as long as you can!"
Grys let out a tiny, but acrid and foul poot before nodding his head. "I'll try!"
Periot hurries, and suddenly finds a moldy old hunk of cloth covering the wall - featureless and dirty. Perfect for Grys' emergency! The rabbit pulls the whole thing down with his teeth, then scampers back over to the enormous gryphon. "Okay Grys turn around and stick it out like last time."
"...I can't wear that on my butt. What if I get a rash? And it smells musty."
Periot frowns at Grys, then turns away. "Alright, fine. You can crap on the floor like a hippogriff," he says, sounding nonchalant. He figured this comment would get through that pride of Grys', though.
"I AM NOT A HIPPOGRIFF!!!" said Grys turning around and raising his tail, accidentally letting out another foul fart at Periot.
Periot is almost knocked over by the blast, which burns his sensitive nostrils and causes his eyes to water. It's like something rotting in a swamp on a bad day. He wonders how old some of the food Grys has been eating was. Trying not to gag, he starts to wrap the cloth around the gryphon's buttocks, the part of his body he seemed most obsessed with. "Honestly, you and your keister," he says, shaking his head as he skillfully makes room for Grys' tail.
"Did you get it on? Is it on my butt now, Periot?"
Periot stands back to admire his work. In lieu of pins he has a sturdy knot which should suffice just as well. Briefly the rabbit feels he's almost raising the gryphon himself; a great big narcissistic poop machine. "Yes Grys," he says with a paternal patience. "Your disposable throne awaits thee, my king." Just a touch of sarcasm in his voice.
Grys takes the comment seriously, acting like a real king who just had a toilet glued to his anus. He sighed with much relief and lets his bowels go. The first thing he did was let out a long series of gas bubbles that were so wet it left a damp stain on the cloth. Then he began to release all the dung into the cloth, grunting each time another log fell and made the "diaper" bulge outwards.
Periot stands back covering his nose just in case the dead air picked up the scent his way. He kept thinking, perhaps he was more like a butler for the gryphon now. Well, if it meant free rides, adventures and protection in exchange for, well...stuff like this, he'd take it.
Grys stuck out his rump and passed more repugnant flatulence before grunting as he dropped four giant balls of feces, making the room smell incredibly foul. But Grys didn't care, and he merely farted again, excreting another foul mound of brown sludge in his cloth.
Periot's eyes continue to water, but he held his ground. He really wished there was dirt he could just stick his head into, but he'll have to endure. It's then that his gaze moves to the wall where he pulled the tapestry down. There, set in the wall, is a square cut into the wall with light shining through it! "Grys!" he says excitedly. "I think I found the secret exit! Huh, after all this time, it was right there all along!" he coughs. "Not a moment too late, either! You stink!"
Grys giggled after laying more fetid scat in his diaper. "No, I don't--" Before he could finish, the gryphon released a noisy, and messy, compound consisting of flatulence and the digested food he ate. Most people would consider it to be "sharting", and he was going as hard as he could, releasing what sounded like a sputtering engine out of his ass for fifteen seconds. Grys took one whiff of the air and he held his beak shut as his face turned green. "Oh, God..."
Periot, of course, is the first to smell the air. Immediately he runs outside. "Gaaaahhh!" he cries, panting when he reaches the outside. "Fresh air!" he moans, and face plants into the dirt, almost sobbing with joy.
Grys began to head for the exit as well, still soiling his diaper, before he grunted as half of his body was sticking outside, leaving his fat rump and hind legs inside the temple. "Damnit...Periot?"
The rabbit stands up and looks over to Grys. Noticing he's stuck again, the rabbit merely faints out of exhaustion.