A short story I made after remembering that 8/8 is vore day. It could also act as the first part to a series, though I'm not sure if I want to continue it as a series yet.

(At the moment, this story preview does not have any formatting – this means character thoughts aren't differentiated from plain text.)

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[Untitled Series] Pt. 1 [Gryphon Vore]

My breathing hasn't slowed yet, my heart still beats out of my chest. Though, the fatigue and pain of my worn limbs sets in – the rush of adrenaline now a distant memory. My knuckles grew white with the grip I have on my rifle; the kick of recoil being a recent memory, my shoulder and bicep still twitch. In the darkness of late evening, light shines from everywhere. A warmer colour, like that of the sun; though, far dimmer. Fires flirt fervently with the surrounding houses and debris, buildings toppled over and structures caved in. Everywhere, grass was black and powdered grey – dead like the light of day.

I felt somewhat happy with myself that I had invested in a decent rifle. Despite living in the city, I figured that it would help to have something of a larger calibre. Of course, it was hard to get at first. But, now, I had some proper protection. Society was quick to turn against itself. Racists, political extremists, psychopaths and sociopaths – they all took their opportunities. While the general population was busy ‘demilitarising’ domestic areas and disarming civilians, these groups of terrorists only became more dangerous. With only talk on the side of those against them, the terror groups seized their day and turned on anyone who wouldn’t side with them.

It could have been anyone – not a single sane person was safe. Many differing views had driven us apart, I knew that much. It disgusted me to see the online propaganda preaching that all non-humans should be purged. While I am human, I certainly appreciate everything the other species do for us. Even with these posts of people making attempts to woo others to their extremist beliefs and organise a ‘purge day’, I never thought it would actually happen. A distant part of me feared that it would, and so I took firearm classes and invested in a rifle and pistol. But, I never imagined I’d be jogging down the street with my rifle in hand and pistol bouncing on my hip.

It seemed surreal to witness the burning and collapse of homes – smoke and soot resting on the ground. Some ash had perched on my shoulders and arms, easily dirtying my black hoodie. My bag grew heavy already; while I’m prepared to use a weapon, I’ve been pretty lenient with my fitness. I found it rather difficult to keep up the pace. But, I had to distance myself from the fighting. I was moving towards where the first attacks in the city happened. It had been a few hours since the gunfire started. I knew no one was coming to help us – not for a while. I just had to keep my head down and myself out of sight from anyone, and I had to make it away from the fighting.

The scorched residential district would be the safest place for me at the moment. They all seemed to advance through the city as some sort of front-line siege – not lingering for too long behind them. This left the opportunity for me to barely slip by and move away from the fighting. The gunshots and shouts were distant now; but, I knew to stay focused and aware. Others may have had the same idea and they might shoot me out of fear or simply to take my stuff; some of the purging groups may have stayed back to loot stores or break into houses as well. No one can be trusted, not anymore

Though, I heard a commotion from up ahead. Around the wall of a building, there were voices and the sound of struggling. I just had to move past, I couldn’t risk being spotted. I peaked my head around the corner to see what I was up against. Two large men in leather jackets stood in the middle of the road; they both had bags with nailed baseball bats attached to the side. In addition, they both had some sort of handgun. But, what I saw them huddled around made my heart drop. A rather large violet-scaled dragon laid in the middle of the road between them. I could see its chest rise shakingly and heard a wheeze as it fell. A rather large pool of crimson collected under its midsection.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to save it, making my presence known wouldn’t help – killing those guys wouldn’t heal its wounds. But, I found something else that kept me in position. They weren’t focusing on the dying dragon. Instead, they were huddled over something smaller. A deeper blue contrasted the scales of the dragon and blood mixing with the wet pavement of the road. I couldn’t see well in the dark, but I could infer what the blue was with the sounds of grunting and struggling. It was no longer a question of if in my mind – now a resolve of will.

Raising my rifle to line it up with the closest man, I silently approached the two. I got about ten yards from them before firing, knowing that they’d likely hear me if I got any closer. The second was quick to react, twisting to face me with his pistol already in his hand. But, I was far quicker. With my rifle tilted, the barrel lined up with his silhouette and I took three more shots. I walked up to the first one and shot them again, not wanting to catch a bullet with my back turned.

The dragon still clung to life. I crouched over one of the bodies and attached their bag to mine, having to adjust my shoulders and nearly falling over from the weight. I then slowly approached the dragon. Their foreleg covered a smaller bundle of deep blue scales. I could see that the child was alright, their heart nearly beating out of their chest as they lay in a tight ball. I neared the smaller dragon and moved the leg off of them. I heard a hiss to my left, but ignored it. I clipped my rifle onto its sling and threw it to my side, gently scooping up the hatchling and hoisting it to my chest.

It felt weak, its breathing laboured. I took a few steps away from the larger dragon, who looked at me desperately and pawed at the air. Wordlessly, I gave a small nod. I earned one back from the dragon, they manoeuvred their tail over to stroke the back of the hatchling. But, I soon parted. The child chirped in distress, struggling a little against me. Though, they had clearly been attacked as well. The smaller dragon had barely any energy left to fight me, merely pawing at my arms.

I ran through the streets; I knew that someone would have heard the gunshots. The only thing that will keep us alive is if we keep moving – and I planned on keeping us alive. Though, it seemed it was about to become much harder. Footsteps sounded from further down the road. I immediately dashed through the open door of a house, slipping over and falling on my back. The hatchling took this as an opportunity to struggle out of my grip. I barely got up in time to see it sprint for the door. Slipping out of the two bags, I dived forward and caught it in a hug.

I quickly rolled away from the door and scooted up under the window. I held the small dragon tightly, one of my arms woven around its neck and over its muzzle. The head of the dragon was stuck tightly to my chest as I tensed from the growing sounds of approaching people. Flashlights threatened to reveal my bags sitting in out in the open – the door had only just come to a creaky stop. The child had eventually stopped struggling, hearing the people outside and deciding that I was the lesser evil. Though, I didn’t loosen up to this – my grip still tight as I focused on the sounds from outside.

I didn’t hear any voices – no commands to stop or lingering flashlights. Once they had seemed to pass, I dared to lift my head in front of the window. A diverse group of armed people continued down the road – they were likely looters. With the call of death fading, I slowly let go of the dragon. It stretched out its neck and stared me in the eye. Though, it didn’t run or attempt to fight me this time. I crouch-walked over to the bags and pulled them up to my chest, waiting at the doorway of another deeper in the house. Looking over to the dragon, it seemed to consider my offer for a moment. Though, with a quick glance at the door, it hastily made its way past me and into the room.

I let the bags drop to the floor and leaned against the wall. The dragon jumped up onto a rather large bed and propped itself to face me. I started heaving for air, the fatigue from before returning and the stress of the situation finally finding its place in my thoughts. I took a haste sip from my water bottle, looking back over to the dragon as it silently lay on the bed. I wanted to rest for a few more minutes, but I now had an obligation. I slowly got to my knees and shuffled over to the end of the bed. Here, I was at eye-level with the small dragon. Though, its eyes were closed as it seemed to twitch and flinch.

I gave a quiet and short whistle, causing the dragon to haphazardly make a gasp-like sound and jump a little. I held the water bottle up to it; though, it just simply looked at the bottle and then back to me. I thought for a moment, figuring out how to communicate my intentions or that I’m not going to harm it. This dragon being far younger, it likely hasn’t learnt any language or gained much maturity. Though, after tonight, it will be far more mature than most others – not everyone witnesses what this hatchling just did at such a young age.

I tip some of the water in my other hand as I hold both my arms out to the dragon. Reluctantly, it breaks my regard and shifts closer. It then begins to cautiously lick at the dripping puddle on my hand, soon growing enough confidence to drink from the bottle. I pull away after a few moments, we need to save this water until I can find some more. I return to my position against the wall, watching the dragon as it crosses its forelegs and sits its head on top of them. I felt bad for them, knowing what it’s like to lose those close to me. I couldn’t let the hatchling die to those men, I knew that it was my obligation to save it as soon as I recognised it.

When my parents died, I was given a second chance by a close friend to them – an opportunity not many people have. I knew I had to be the second chance for this hatchling, being in the same situation as it when I was younger. But, such a heavy obligation came with a price. I’d have to really look out for them, even if they don’t trust me. And, it could pose a serious threat to me once it develops claws and grows larger. Of course, they’re just as reasonable as any old person. But, being taken from their dying parent – it’s possible they might blame me for not helping.

I forced myself out of those thoughts. With my rifle pulled back to my side, I watched the hatchling while it slept. It needed rest, and I needed to keep watch in case anyone decides to loot the house. Though, the tiredness was inescapable.


I quickly snapped awake, feeling something touch me. I had expected it to be the hatchling – or, more hoped. But, with my eyes growing wide at the odd sensation on my skin, I found the forelegs of a gryphon squeezing me tightly. I was immediately sent into panic. I had to protect the child. Though, I heard the voice of the gryphon – it sounded deep and somewhat empathetic. “Are you alright, child? Did they hurt you?”

The hatchling not being able to talk, I didn’t know what type of response the gryphon received. The inaction of their tight grip told me nothing as to what was happening around me, I was left only to suffocate in the barrier of feathers. Though, I had to do something to protect the child. I couldn’t feel around for anything, both my arms stuck between theirs. “Please, just don’t hurt the kid.” I began to struggle, making no progress against the hold of the gryphon.

“And what do you care for them? I can only imagine what you had planned, your people are sick. You expect me to believe you after all that has happened over the past day?” I felt my back drag along the ground as I was posted against a wall by the gryphon. I soon met their blood-red eyes, regarding me intently with a cold stare.

“Just don’t hurt the kid…” I tried to sound desperate, secretly taking peaks around me to see if there was anything nearby. But, I couldn’t find any of my stuff – most of my vision is blocked by their large, grey-feathered figure.

“I think you should be more worried about yourself-” Their beak parted and an aggressive waft of hot air pushed me further into the wall. I barely got a glimpse of their rising\ neck and chest before the red interior of their mouth replaced the air around me. The pressure was intense, their throat compacting me from all sides as I was forced downwards. I couldn’t even struggle, my mind simply spiralling as I was left to do nothing but spectate my own demise.

Minutes would pass as I was slowly ingested by the gryphon, never expecting to have an experience like this in my life. The pressure of the throat, the earthquake-like rhythm of swallowing, the intense heat and sliminess – it all felt new to me. The gryphon, however, seemed to be enjoying themselves in some way. By how slowly they swallowed and the gathering saliva around me, I could imagine that it must have been a new and potentially enjoyable experience for them.

Eventually, the trip came to an end as I slid fully into their tight stomach. The gryphon couldn’t have been too big, given the amount of room I had and what I knew about the average sizes of them. Panic set in not long after, I involuntarily struggled against the lively motions of their stomach. It sapped my energy and resolve, tiring me with ease regardless of the sleep I had just woken up from. “Wait! Wait! You can’t do this-” Desperation soon followed, the thought of them killing the kid for their own pleasure sickened me – far more than that of dying slowly of an acid bath.

“And why not? What could possibly be stopping me from saving this poor hatchling from you?” The gryphon sounded just as displeased as I felt. I shifted uncomfortably as I heaved for air, trying to gain some medium to make my response. I noticed that the burning sensations hadn’t begun yet, meaning it either takes longer or the gryphon was somehow interfering with the natural function of its body.

“Saving them from me? I’m the one trying to save them! They… I found them half-dead, and I took them with me. I don’t have the time to explain it, but I have an obligation to keep the hatchling safe. Just-just think about it. They need someone.” I had to curl up a little to conserve space. I was trying to manage my breathing as well to ration the limited air, but the fear of death wouldn’t allow me. I could hear the voice of the gryphon again, asking the hatchling questions.

It had to be one of the most harrowing experiences of my life: stuck in the stomach of another creature as my fate rests in the paws of a child. A few more questions had passed and I still didn’t seem to be affected by the usual implications of being in a stomach – my skin didn’t even seem irritated by the liquid that surrounded me. I figured that the gryphon had some control over itself – it was clearly still debating on whether or not I actually care for the child. I also began to question how the smaller dragon was answering without any words. Perhaps it could speak, and just trusted the gryphon more.

Either way, I began to get squeezed again by the interior of the gryphon. I thought that this would be it, that it was at least showing some mercy by suffocating me first. But, I soon felt myself shift with the tight walls of flesh. Air couldn’t find its way to my lungs during the process, I couldn’t even expand my chest in order to inhale. But, with my return to its mouth and later the ground, I finally got the taste and chilling bite of cool morning air. By instinct, I backed away from the gryphon.

My clothes were drenched in its saliva, thick strands sticking to the ground and my extremities as I rushed further away. My eyes were wide and my heart racing as I slowly figured out that I had survived. The small dragon then entered my vision and sat on its haunches beside me, chirping quietly as it examined my saliva-soaked form. “You’re lucky it seems to like you…”

I looked hesitantly at the gryphon, working up my nerve again as I forced myself to think of the hatchling. “Just leave us alone-” I shifted a little closer to the dragon and crouched in front of it, making myself the barrier between it and the gryphon.

“You wouldn’t know the first thing about raising one of those.” The gryphon regarded me arrogantly, seeming to flaunt its size and it loomed over me. But, I didn’t allow the intimidation to show – I had to put on a demonstration of courage to convince it to leave.

“I’m sure I know better than you – I can recognise the eyes of a loner, someone who’s never had children.” I let a smirk play on my mouth as I tried to counter their size and strength with verbal intimidation. It seemed to work quite well, the gryphon looking more visibly angry – something that would normally be a bad sign, but it only meant the gryphon was closer to leaving.

“I’m staying; I don’t want the death of a hatchling on me because I couldn’t get along with a human.” The gryphon laid itself in front of the doorway, showing that I didn’t have any further say and its mind was made up. “Sorry for before, though. I just-- I saw the weapon and the hatchling, and I thought the worst.”

The dragon sleepily made its way over to the gryphon, seemingly fond of them already. It snuggled under the chest of the gryphon, curling into a tight ball and immediately dissolving into rest. I shivered with the now cold saliva still soaking my body – the sharp and frosty air of early morning lingered in the room. “They’ve been through a lot, they deserve care.” The child shouldn’t lose its childhood at the will of the world – it deserved the love and joy that they normally would. While a human and gryphon were far from a loving pair of dragons, it was the best the world could offer.

The gryphon scooped up the dragon in one paw and walked over to me, separating me from the wall and moving my back to rest against its midsection. I then found myself next to the dragon and under the foreleg of the gryphon, feeling a little awkward at the gesture – but I certainly appreciated the warmth and change of attitude. “While I don’t know who you are, human – I know that you care for the hatchling. I promise you that I won’t harm them. And, so long as you don’t either, I won’t harm you.”

I figured that it was a somewhat complementary dynamic. I could provide protection against other people, and the gryphon could provide warmth and care. The dragon required both if it’s going to live – not just survive. I allowed an arm to rise to the gryphon’s side, patting it gently. “The child needs both of us; the better we get along, the easier it’ll be for them.”

“What’s your name?” I stopped petting the gryphon and returned my arm to the warmth of its embrace. I watched as its head swung around and met the ground at my side. I could feel the resting heart beats of the gryphon and hatchling, it was somewhat relaxing.

“Reuben.” I answered with a slight yawn, ready to return to the rest I was interrupted from. Looking into the eyes of the gryphon I found a far kinder regard than before. The sight entertained thoughts of us working together; it also got me thinking of our next move. “Yours?”

“Niko.” He replied, a deep breath leaving him not long after to signify his fatigue. “I closed the door when I entered the house, we should both get some rest.” While rest sounded nice, there was obvious hesitancy in my acceptance of us both sleeping at the same time. Not only was there still some trust missing between us, but anyone could just walk in anyway. I didn’t really want to leave the fate of our little group up to the universe; but, the gryphon sounded just as tired as me. We’d be no good to the child if we’re both sleep-deprived.

“Alright… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then-” I shifted around for a few seconds to get comfortable, both my arms wrapped around the dragon to give me the comfort of knowing where they are.

“Yep-” The gryphon just gave a quick reply, soon after everything fell silent and still. It would certainly be interesting from now on for me – united with a gryphon who had just ate me to rear to a dragon hatchling after society had fallen apart… would make a good series.