When it came to working for Grimm, the sadistic griffon offered a surprising number of attractive benefits for those on his payroll. Paid sick leave, a generous amount of holiday hours, and in some cases body augmentations that stretched way beyond what would normally be included in the standard medical and dental package most businesses bothered to include. The reason for this appealing contract clearly to stop his staff from questioning their allegiances to the Graffiti Crime Syndicate for one of their many underworld competitors, even if the cold gleam in their menacing boss’s eyes made it quite clear that he viewed those under his employ as expendable. Orchid herself not quite sure where she sat in the corporation's convoluted hierarchy, though she knew these attempts to garner loyalty must work, as the callous cock had a literal army of sociopathic thugs, sanctioned psychopaths and office degenerates at his disposal for even the most frivolous of whims that tickled his fancy.

The hippogriff herself not privy to most of these incentives though, as though she worked full-time as an assistant, secretary and intern, she was not quite sure exactly what her job actually was. Her contract vague and full of legalese jargon that was very wishy-washy on her actual position, though it kept repeating the phrase “wearing many hats”, leaving the only thing the hen was certain on was the fact she was not being paid. Not like working for Grimm didn’t have its advantages though, as he had never failed to reward her with a free meal from time to time, well unless the clumsy formel didn’t find herself doing something to upset him enough to place herself on the menu.

Today though she was the one cradling a squirming swelling in her noticeably distended midsection, as the well-fed Orchid found herself nursing a sizable bulge in her belly, that for the time being remained rather lively. The filling feast a treat to reward her in recognition of a recent job well done, though the quivering lump two full-grown ponies made was more than enough to leave the full formel immobile. The muffled mumblings from the pair of orange Pegasi currently bloating her barrel still audible, though the hen could not really hear what was being said over the sound of her own body gearing up to metabolize such a massive meal.

Orchid gorging on more than her weight in chevaline, as she had enjoyed the rare pleasure of a mare oozing down her throat, while the delectable morsel’s wriggling brother took the back door into her ever-accommodating digestive tract. The eaten equine meeting in the middle of the engorged avian, where they curled up together in a nice neat package, so her stomach could professionally process the packed-away pair of pegaponies into a more fluid form, that would be more agreeable for her now stretched-out intestines. A simmering soup of their broken-down base components much more suitable for absorption, and within a couple of hours the two twins would be padding her posterior no differently than any other consumed chow to take a tour of Orchid’s plumbing.

If Grimm have been around, perhaps he might have made some comment about being proud to see the pair of ponies put in their proper place, but instead, he had been uncharacteristically kind enough to give her the rest of the day off to properly enjoy her massive meal in privacy. The gentle hum of the air-conditioning unit in her quaint domicile replacing the normal snide remarks of her overbearing boss, as the gentle sloshing of her gorged gastric chamber steadily churning filled the claustrophobic living space. The overstuffed gut working on the copious amount of grist it had been provided with at a steady pace, as the hen mulled the waning twitches and feeble fidgets of her stewing food.

At one point the trapped gyrations of her spooning snacks grew a bit more spirited, but a satisfied belch soon put an end to that glimmer of resistance, and before long the Pegasus-shaped simulacrums beneath her feathers went still and began to soften. A gentle gurgle groaning out of her gut as the hen settle in to roost, as though the mattress was not the most comfortable, the inklings of a food coma made it more than pleasant enough to pass out on. The marinating mass in her midriff more than enough for the lethargic Orchid to soon be blissfully snoring, as her body prioritized sleeping off the heavy helping of horse meat, she had happily indulged in. Her bowels were well used to break down such a banquet, and by the time designated breakfast time rolled around all the slumbering hen had left to do would be to puke up the large prismatic pellet consigned to her crop once her double dinner was done digesting.

Her thorough tummy always meticulous in segregating the more succulent soft tissues from the bland indigestibles, leaving a neat bolus of assorted fur and bones to pass at the sated sea eagles’ discretion. Orchid already having a good idea where she was going to drop off this condensed hairball, as she had a zebragriff coworker who found this little habit of hippogriff gastric anatomy more than a little unsavoury. Not like the hen would miss the chance to bolk up a bit of banter, as she always enjoyed watching him squirm and go green in the cheeks, when she put him off whatever disgusting vegan smoothie he was slurping on. The thought enough to put a smirk on Orchid's cheerful beak as she calmly snoozed in a delightful digestion induced dream, curious to see what kind of reaction he would bite with at breakfast…

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Orchid partakes in a pair of Pegasi, as a filling reward for doing some bothersome paperwork for her ever enigmatic employeer. Of course enjoying this much equine meat comes with a few caveats, one of which is puking up a prismatic pellet at a later date. Not like that is a bother for the brown hippogriff though, as she knows just how to bring in what she barfed up with a bit of banter with a more uptight co-worker...

A lemon for my patreon Gizmo, who wanted a story to go along with a piece they got from  SwiftSketch . This one featureing his hippogriff Orchid, enjoying a meal of Naarkerotics, and Naarkessex, and then using the proceding pellet to flex on the crop challanged Cairbre.

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