Anger? That was one way to describe it, Grimm thought. But the truth was that there were no words in any language he could name that could describe the emotions gripping his brain. This was something beyond being livid, or furious, or any other term that he could think of. This was the sort of rage that went bone-deep and smoldered like white hot coals.
 
He’d been tricked.
 
She had seemed so perfect at the start. Normally those two-bit pieces of ass on Canternet weren’t worth a second look, but this one had actually made his heart skip – whatever petrified, blackened mess was left of it, anyway. Something about the curve of her beak and the twinkle in her eye. She’d seemed perfect.
 
She’d even agreed to meet that very night and take it raw. And when they he first laid eyes on that fine specimen of a griffon, Grimm thought that even he had finally found a worthy mate. Someone actually worth the time it took to pin her down, to plunge into her, to knot her and fill her up. Feel her writhe those hips against him as she took his seed and gave him an heir. There were far too many worthless hens in this world, but this one finally seemed like she could be worth that much.
 
Her lashes, that coy little smile, the sway of those wide, childbearing hips. Immaculate plumage. A perfectly centered row of cleats, the dainty little hind paws with the dew claws just right. All of it was beyond perfection. Grimm had been ready, already stiff and dripping upon the floor, ready to tear this little hen apart and make her truly his.
 
But then Grimm saw her undressed.
 
Sure, she had the curves and hips of the perfect hen. But down came the panties, and that was when Grimm realized that she – no, he – had been playing him for a fool the whole time.
 
The very panties he wore had been bewitched, a little portal within hiding a healthy, lengthy erection that shone with the heady musk of another griffon male. Throbbing, already dotted with pre at the very end, as ready for the night as he had been.
 
That wasn’t the part Grimm minded. Oh no. He would have been content with savaging this other griffon and draining his balls that way, no problem at all. It was the sight of that cock with all its enormity, with a heft and a length to put grown earth pony stallions to shame, that did him in. Merely looking at it made him feel inadequate. Next to that, even he – he! One of the largest specimens in creation! Even he felt like practically a mare next to that.
 
And then he had the gall to just bend down and shake that perfect, rounded ass at him.
 
Jealousy and rage made for a toxic creation. Oh, he had done what he came for, all right. He’d pounced upon that piece of enticing meat. He’d made sure the griffon squawked and screamed the whole time as he had simply plunged in, with no teasing and not so much as a drop of spit to lube him, to savage him where he stood. Every thrust into the tight, quivering hole beneath his tail was fueled by spite, and Grimm didn’t try to stop the harsh snarling noises issuing from his beak as he fucked until the prey beneath him was left gaping and breathless, with seed dripping all the way down to his leg.
 
He channeled every last bit of the betrayal and the seething, raw hatred into his movements. Grimm dug his claws in to make the griffon beneath him bleed. He tore down deep enough to feel bone beneath his claws, and then squeezed even harder. The raw smells of blood and seed and musk filled his nose, with the air a cacophony of the griffon’s pained cries beneath him. Excellent, Grimm thought. He wanted it to hurt. He would make it hurt. 
 
But that wasn’t enough. None of it was. Just fucking was passé, and he was not one to take well to boredom. He wrenched free, not even bothering to wait for his knot to die down, looking down with blind rage at how the griffon just lay there, shuddering in pain and defeat, his abused tailhole gaping and leaking a thick trail of seed and shit. The raw stench of it sent that primal fury to the edge as he lunged forwards to grab him.
 
In his claws went, sinking like butter into the griffon male’s belly. Grimm didn’t even try to be neat about it, feeling the blood spray all over as he carved him open to pull free everything inside. Entrails, fistfuls of organs, with a warm cloud washing up over him like a fog of blood and offal. The griffon beneath him was shrieking wildly, eyes wide with instinctual fear. Grimm just kept digging and gouging long after he had expired, his eyes glassy and senseless as he went limp. 
 
Enough. He was tired. A snap of his talons, a few words, and Griffon A was out of the room just like that, to be kept safe in a nice little space until he could decide what to do with him.
 
Griffon A. That was what he called him in his head. He didn’t even deserve a name for what he’d done.
 
But what to do, what to do? There was no way he was going to just let him off easy with one death. Not at all. But just bringing him back through the Grid was too good for him. Oh no, that kind of humiliation had to be answered for, and Grimm was going to enjoy this one.
 
As he stalked out of the room, not even bothering to do anything about the mess left behind, he racked his brains. He treasured a delightful imagination, but for this? Maybe what he really needed was entertainment. Someone else to try all this out for him. And he knew just the one. Off he went, to find a terminal and summon the hippogriff called Orchid. 
 
-
 
A call from Grimm? That meant something special, and Orchid knew it.
 
As soon as she ended the call, she merely tossed a fistful of seed for her budgie to snack on before scampering out the door. If Grimm wanted her, then she had to be there fast. There was nothing wise about keeping him waiting, and she sped off as fast as her wings could take her.
 
All around her the streets were concrete and rust, dotted with neon and dirty, oily lights all around. The people were even worse. And out of all of them, Grimm wanted her for something. What that something was she would find out soon enough, but that was for later.
 
She rushed off, into the door and past curious guards, directly for Grimm where he sat straight up, his eyes boring imperiously into her own. Her throat felt unbearably dry, and a cold sweat began to flow from her brow as she spoke up. “I’m here!” she called out, her voice cracking into a squawk in spite of herself. “Sorry to keep you waiting!”
 
“But you did,” Grimm said with a snarl. Orchid could catch the cloying, chemical scent of medical ointment wafting her way from the griffon’s direction. He practically bathed in the stuff, and far be it from Orchid to ask him why. Frankly, it wasn’t the strangest habit of his, and she knew better than to ask.
 
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice cracking again. “I tried to get here as fast as I could.”
 
“Try harder next time,” Grimm said, eyes narrowed. Orchid felt her heart seemingly fall into the floor as she waited for whatever punishment was coming. But instead, she looked up to see him relent ever so slightly. “I need something from you,” he said.
 
“From me?” Orchid echoed in disbelief.
 
“Yes, yes, even a half-breed like you can be useful. I know, such a novel concept.” Grimm laughed at his own cruel joking as he tapped his talons upon his table. “There’s someone who needs punishing. Offing him’s too good for him. All the usual punishing’s too good for him. I need something new. Something so degenerate that even a hippogriff piece of shit like you wouldn’t ever have the honor of it happening to you.” With a grunt he sat back. “So talk. I need ideas. Give me something to work with.”
 
The hippogriff stared in sudden disbelief before trying to speak up. “Well,” she said. “I mean, gosh. I don’t even know where to start. I’d think if you really wanted to do something terrible with him you could just bring him back again and again, right? You could-”
 
“I thought of that.” The terseness in Grimm’s voice wasn’t loud, but the impatient anger stirring beneath the surface set all of Orchid’s hair on end. “Do better.”
 
Orchid swallowed before trying again. “Well,” she said with a stutter, “maybe you could not bring him back on the Grid? Maybe you could Key him and put him somewhere he doesn’t want to be. You could trap him somewhere really horrible, like-”
 
A sudden ringing noise echoed into the room. And with it, Orchid’s whole world seemed to collapse as she realized it was her own cell, tucked in her belt pocket, volume set on high in exactly the wrong place at exactly the wrong time.
 
She didn’t even have a moment to take in the panic before she saw Grimm stand up in obvious cold rage. He didn’t even speak, nor give her any time to process her own fear. He simply grabbed her by the hair, ignoring her shrieks as she felt herself get dragged along upon the floor, down the hallways and towards an open balcony leading out into a greater hall below.
 
She heard voices echoing from around the vast halls of stone and metal, before she felt herself being flung down below. Orchid didn’t have a chance to deploy her wings for so much as a safe glide to the ground, simply landing upon a table with a harsh thud where she lay groaning and winded.
 
“I brought you someone to play with,” she heard Grimm’s voice call out above. “Do whatever you want with her, I need a minute to think.” And with the sound of his own clawed feet walking away, Grimm’s face disappeared from the edge.
 
With a shudder of fear, Orchid looked wide-eyed to those assembled around her. She saw chairs surrounding her, each occupied with a griffon. She saw plumages of every color, claws of sharpness and fierce, aquiline eyes that looked in her direction with disdain.
 
She had heard of the Graffiti crime syndicate before. The brutal predators who ran the city and everything within it. Grimm’s true crowning achievement, the sort of crowd one could only speak of in hushed tones. But here they all were, the stuff of nightmares incarnate, all looking down to her with a mix of unmitigated mix of hate and disgust.
 
Orchid suddenly felt a pair of talons dig into her hooved hindlegs. She let out a scream as she felt herself wrenched off the table, hoisted up into the air, upside down as she was met face-to-face with a griffon of dark brown plumage and harsh, beady yellow eyes.
 
“I know you.” The revulsion dripped from his voice. “You’re Grimm’s little hired slut, aren’t you? His little…intern.” He nearly spat that last word like venom, and Orchid winced to feel the spray of his spit upon her face. “And he brought you down here to come play, is that it?”
 
A voice called from behind her. “A hippogriff? Grimm? I thought he had standards.”
 
“Naw, it’s more fun this way,” growled Orchid’s captor. The world suddenly went flying in a spiral as she found herself back on the table, her forelegs stretched out and her talons gripping the table. She felt harsh splinters digging into her bare teats and soft underbelly, her hooves still held firmly in place by hands so strong that she didn’t dare kick. She merely flexed and writhed futilely as she heard movement all around her, hands roaming none too gently along her back with claws that dug into her hide.
 
The first griffon spoke up. “Honestly, if you were all prey, you wouldn’t be so disgusting. At least you’d be something. But what’s this supposed to be?” The claws resting on her croup dug in so deep as to make her scream, gouging deep enough to let her smell blood and feel its trickle down her sides. “Can’t make up your mind, can you? Predator, prey. And yet all you want is to be some kind of mockery of a griffon.”
 
A fresh pair of clawed hands now pressed into the cheeks of her ass, spreading them apart. Orchid felt the rush of cold airs at her nethers, a profound sense of animal panic rising up at the sense of vulnerability and exposure. She thrashed about, crying out incoherently for them to stop, writhing about in a desperate attempt to get somewhere, anywhere that wasn’t here. Her wings beat furiously at her sides, but there was no flying away from this. Not when she was pinned down so strongly, with talons now reaching down to spread her cunt and let prying eyes see the soft pinkness inside. Even the little plug she wore in her tailhole was laid bare.
 
Orchid could only wince and whine as she felt the sharp claws plunge inside to sample her tightness as she flexed around the invasion. “Pathetic,” she heard him say. “All you want to be is something that’s actually worth the calories it takes to fuck you.” The fingers wrenched roughly free as she let out a fresh shriek, feeling the scream catch in her throat. Already she felt hoarse, as if she’d been screaming for hours.
 
She was flipped onto her back, her own clawed hands held up above her head. She could do nothing but stare up in wide-eyed fear, shuddering jolts of fear spiking through her, every last nipple of her teats perked out in the cold air. The smell of heavy, heady musk hit her like a brick wall as the tawny-feathered griffon mounted her and rested his cock upon her belly. The smell of him was potent, his length glistening and greasy, Orchid’s eyes fixed upon the girthy knotted length that sat so heavily upon her. She wasn’t given a moment to think or prepare herself for what was coming. Only the tapered tip nudging at her lips, before simply pushing inside to split her in half.
 
Orchid wailed with pain and violation as she felt the brute sink into her. She was dry, barely ready, and she felt herself chafe even as he stretched her to the point of aching. In and out he pumped, savaging her even as she felt herself tearing inside, her whimpers falling on deaf ears as he rammed into her again and again.
 
“Aren’t you an adorable little whore?” His voice snarled directly into her ear as he hunched over Orchid and continued to ravage her. “Taking every last bit of it, you piece of prey meat. This is all you’re ever going to be good for.”
 
Inexplicably, his words brought a surge of excitement that shot through Orchid and compelled her to let out a whining moan out to the ceiling. Warmth blossomed deep in her belly that manifested as wet arousal that trickled down her tail and brought forth a wet, squishing noise that underlined every hard slap of his hips.
 
It didn’t go unnoticed, as his talons sunk into her wrists and he laughed cruelly at her. “You liked that, didn’t you?” he said. “You like being a plaything. And damn if you aren’t so good at it. I swear, it’s all I can do to just keep from eating you.”
 
The delivery of those words woke something up deep inside Orchid. Even as she yelled out, eyes streaming as she weathered the vicious fucking down below, something broke inside her that she hadn’t even known was there. With a rattling, mewling howl she tilted her head back as she felt her body seize up below, rushes of electricity gripping her and spreading to the very edges of her body with orgasmic glee that pulsed again and again.
 
Her face felt hot, and she panted for breath as her climax at last began to die down. In its place was a profound sense of shame and humiliation, highlighted by the cruel laughter she heard just inches from her ears. She felt dirty. She felt exposed. She felt as though some hidden secret of hers had been laid as bare as the rest of her being plundered by the larger male above.
 
And she wanted more of it.
 
More, even as she felt him plunge brutishly into her, balls deep, letting loose a harsh growl as he emptied himself inside her. She could feel him throb, every little movement bringing with it a wet squelching noise as his thick warmth flooded into her. He was no less gentle when he simply wrenched himself free of her, eliciting a cry from Orchid’s throat. She suddenly felt so empty, feeling his essence run out in thick lines from her abused, chafed pussy. The hippogriff bit back an involuntary sob, even as the filthy display of the whole thing excited her. In spite of herself she felt a buzzing warmth in her belly that craved more of the debauchery, more of the mess, more of everything.
 
She couldn’t tell whose hands were grasping her as found herself flipped back over onto her belly. Sharp claws grasped her tail and wrenched it upwards. She flexed involuntarily around the plug she wore, only to feel fingers plunge inside to grasp around the edges of the plug. Her protests went ignored as they simply tore the plug out, her world converging into a burning circle in her rear as she let out a scream. She was burning, given scarcely a moment to prepare, even as she felt a fresh new cock line up from behind to fill the void that the plug had left behind.
 
Again she felt herself invaded, stretched out wide, feeling her belly bulge out grotesquely into the shape of the savage knotted member that was plunging into her. The force of it was like a battering ram that slammed into her from behind and knocked into her heart with every forward thrust, winding her like a punch to the gut. She could do little more than whimper weakly as his claws continued to dig into her hips to hold her in place as he took her.
 
Orchid lost count of the ones that took her. Her screams were silenced by the plunging of a fresh new cock into her beak. She could barely keep it down, gagging lewdly as she felt them finish inside and all about her. There was no ignoring the potent musk that soaked into her fur and feathers all around, highlighting the depravity and unnaturalness of the whole ordeal.
 
And all the while, they insulted her. Called her names. Demeaned her.
 
Why couldn’t she stop wanting more?
 
When at last the world came back to her, she was lying upon the table, feeling used up and discarded. Everything hurt, the taste of piss and seed in her mouth, her coat matted with the emissions of countless different males. She felt sore on the outside and raw on the inside. And as she tucked in her tail to try and regain some sense of control over her own body, leaking and quivering as it was, she could hear the cruel voices around her and feel the glare of eyes upon her form.
 
Morsel, they called her. A treat. All manner of different things that spent lances of fear and arousal alike rushing through her body. The surging emotions did nothing for her strength, and she could only swing limply as she felt herself rise off the ground, held aloft by her tail, as the world spun about her.
 
She caught sight of the griffon beneath her. Orchid could see his beak open wide, the strings of spit clinging to the edges. A cavernous opening of flesh, with pungent breath wafting up to bathe her in a steaming cloud. She only got a brief look before she felt herself falling down.
 
First the impact against muscled flesh with a wet squelch. And then darkness as it closed around her and sealed her in place.
 
There was no breathing in a place like this. Whatever few gasps she could steal drew in the rotten breath inside as the walls flexed and closed around her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t so much as squirm, trapped as she was inside the throat of this much bigger, much fouler beast. Down she went, slower than the fall, yet no less stomach-churning as she could feel the rippling motions of the griffon’s swallowing around her.
 
Again she came. The sense of being so thoroughly confined brought a rush like no other. She screamed out, wasting precious oxygen on a wail that nobody could hear, even as she felt the squirt of fluid between her hindlegs. This was the sort of intimacy no other experience could boast. The sensation of being dominated, treated like prey, eaten like prey, soon to be nothing more than nutrients to sate a superior being’s hunger.
 
She knew the end was coming when she felt herself dropping downwards, an involuntary grunt stealing the last of her breath away as she dropped into what she knew must have been his stomach. What little smell made its way into her nose was sour and acidic, her body lying waist-deep in what she knew must have been the juices that would digest her. Indeed, she could feel it even now, every movement of her enfeebled limbs feeling lighter and lighter with every moment, as if they were dissolving away.
 
There was no pain, mercifully enough. There was only darkness that didn’t change a bit, no matter how quickly she blinked. There was only the sensation that soon she would be nothing, merely a mess of feathers and digesting meat and bones. Even as she felt herself melting into sludge, some part of her persisted as with one last shuddering groan, she came one last time until that part of her too sank beneath the acidic muck.
 
She could not see anymore. She could barely think, barely feel. The concept of existence itself felt distant and alien, and yet Orchid persisted. She could perceive the hours passing on, as every cell in her body churned and broke down. Those bits of her still useful to the griffon went outwards to assimilate with the rest of him, starting in the tubes in his lower belly to extend outwards to become a part of him. The rest of her was little more than a liquified, browning mass, slowly coalescing back together into something solid and horrifying.
 
Even in this state, the perverse sense of excitement pulsed through her at the very thought. She was his now, completely his. No amount of violation could ever match what was being done to her now. This – this here – was true domination.
 
The excitement grew no duller even as she could perceive movement around her, accelerating as if to expel her. And indeed she could sense light again, the emergence of what was left of her from a straining sphincter as she was expelled violently onto the ground.
 
Without seeing, without moving, she could still know what she was now. Piles of bones, bleached white, amidst semisolid piles of brown reeking detritus. She was filth now, waste in every sense of the word, discarded and left behind for all to see.
 
She would have cum again if she could. But that was not her luxury to have, even as what remained of her mind slowly began to go blank and pass onto true unknowable darkness.
 
-
 
Orchid woke up with a loud gasp, eyes flinging open into the blinding whiteness around her. She was hyperventilating, unbearably cold, shivering where she sat. It took several moments for it to register that she was indeed herself again, a hippogriff intact, fur and everything, as if the last several hours had been little more than a dream.
 
The Grid was good for that kind of thing. Death was cheap. One could be brought back, right as rain, as if nothing had happened. It made for some of the most exhilarating experiences if one could stomach them.
 
And Orchid could. Even as her eyes adjusted to the brightness to focus upon a few lamps from the ceiling, she sat up in the bed she occupied to feel a new presence about her waist. She felt full. Unbearably full, almost, as if she’d just had a tremendous meal.
 
A powdery, peculiarly floral scent made itself known. Baby powder, she realized. That was the smell of baby powder. And that meant that this…
 
Indeed, blood rushed to her cheeks at the realization that she was wearing a diaper. She could feel it crinkle about her as she moved, tight and taut around her waist.
 
She could make short work of it with her claws if she wanted to. But even if they weren’t restrained to the sides with cuffs, she wasn’t so sure she wanted to. There was something so delightfully naughty about the whole thing.
 
“Comfy, are you?”
 
Orchid’s eyes darted towards the door. Her heart skipped to see Grimm there, as imperious and as scowling as ever. Yet he was also smiling wickedly in a way that one learned to fear.
 
“Don’t get up,” he said. “I’ve just come to thank you.”
 
“Thank me?” Orchid stuttered. “But why?”
 
“For whetting my imagination, of course,” Grimm said, studying a talon lazily as he leaned against the frame of the door. “You put on quite a show with my little crew. And it gave me ideas.”
 
“Ideas?” Orchid repeated.
 
Grimm snorted derisively. “You really are just a parrot, aren’t you? Just like your little pet. You can’t do better than just repeat what I say.” He smirked cruelly. “But yes. You were going to tell me how to punish someone, if you recall. And you’ve given me just the right idea.”
 
As if timed to match his words, Orchid suddenly grew aware of a gurgling movement deep in her belly. Only now did she realize why she felt so full.
 
“I have to admit, shoving him down your gullet wasn’t easy,” Grimm said. “But I think he’s just about ready to come back out, don’t you?”
 
Indeed, she could already feel a familiar tension growing deep in her belly. Something noxious and tense, ready to escape at any moment. A sense of desperation and panic began to grow as she realized there was nowhere to go except the diaper. Yet as she looked beseechingly towards Grimm, all he did was give widen that cruel smile of his.
 
There was nothing she could do but squirm, feeling the tension grow greater and greater, straining to keep it in. And yet there was nothing she could do when she knew she could hold it back no longer. She finally gave in, as she felt it pass through into the papery cloth around her waist.
 
Immediately she could feel the wet, squelchy warmth that rapidly filled the baggy cloth, caught between the curve of her rear and the diaper. She could already see it turning a soggy yellowish-brown, bulging out grotesquely as the raw stench filled the room. It went on for what seemed like ages until her bowels had emptied out entirely, leaving her suffused with a sense of profound shame.
 
“That’s him in there, you know,” Grimm said, pointing a talon towards the full diaper about Orchid’s rear. “Still alive and thinking in some way. Just like you were when you were a literal miserable pile of shit. But I think I’ll keep him that way. Maybe forever. Who the fuck knows?”
 
He turned around. “Go ahead, let him fester a little bit. I think it’ll do the both of you a little good, get some bonding time together.”
 
And he left her there. Just like that. With a full, reeking, soggy diaper and all the time in the world, with nothing to do but stare upwards, reflecting upon her own shame and arousal.