It's a routine sort of work for fighters and mercenaries like Goldfeather the anthro gryphon. As a skilled and seasoned swords-catbird, Goldie makes a good deal of money by hunting beasts and monsters that are causing trouble for timid, non-fighting folk. As a gryphon, he is typical in all the best ways, having an eagle-lion body that's both handsome and fighting-fit but without touching the excesses of vanity or extreme bodybuilding.
 
So far, the quest has been quite within his means, as Goldie has stalked deeper into a particular corner of the local woods, bristling with signs of monster activity. He has already fended off all sorts of vicious creatures, and he feels he's coming closer to whatever head beast is truly responsible for the most recent trouble. Goldie tightens his grip on his sword and keeps a sharp eye out in the murky, tree-branch-shaded gloom. There's no sign of it yet, but in his experience, they don't hide for long once confronted.
 
Unfortunately, it is the gryphon's physicality and skill that make him an appealing target, especially those bright, gold feathers just begging to be ruined. The object of his search sneaks up closer and closer through the darkness. The slithering, slimy sounds are muffled by the surroundings, slime soaking into the ground and plants as it approaches from behind, claws, feelers, and slimy bits all ready as it prepares to pounce. It makes a strange, buggy sound as it lowers, aiming right at the gryphon's back and hips, and leaps forward.
 
Goldie has had beasts try to sneak up on him before, but nothing quite this stealthy. Even with his feline ears flicking and tilting the entire time, he's caught almost completely by surprise. He loses grip on his sword, and the force of the impact sends it flying several times further than he can slide beneath the weight of this strange and vicious hybrid beast.
 
The beast growl-chitter-drools as it presses the poor gryphon down into the dirt with its weight. From what Goldie can tell in the heat of the moment, the beast is a mix of wasp and tiger, buggy and feline features mixed together with teeth, mandibles, and wings. Its body is green and yellow, with tiger patterns from face down over its whole shape, and its belly sounds squishy and wet as it sloshes on top of Goldie's back.
 
Buzzing and growling as its claws and bug-legs grip around Goldie and drag him along the dirt, wanting to keep the adventurer secured from behind. The sensation of plates, hide, and fur rubs in through Goldie's light traveling armor; those strange sounds are so close to his ears that it's almost deafening.
 
He's scarcely heard or felt any monster like this before, but Goldie is experienced enough to know that they come in all shapes and sizes, and rarely do they know the meaning of restraint or mercy. Goldie's only thought is to wrestle himself free and retrieve his sword.
 
Unfortunately, he is at quite a disadvantage as the half-insect beast grabs and claws at him with more legs than a mere anthro can muster in return, keeping him off balance and continually reorienting itself, tugging, pushing, and crushing him under its weight. He's unable to break free, left to try little more than flailing as the beast's claws next move to tear at his clothes and armor. His worn leather and cloth are easily shredded and fall away, exposing more and more of his fur and feathers beneath. In fact, the beast seems wholly uninterested in actually harming him. Half confused and half revolted, Goldie soon enough finds himself tired out, still pinned down by this beast, stuck on his hands and knees, and now stripped naked.
 
Naked, exposed, and vulnerable – the best state for a predator's target to be. Mostly for the predator, though. The half-insect being waits for Goldie to weaken and tire, its arousal growing in parallel with Goldie's own desperation and worry, as if it senses the right time to make a move. Its big figure easily wraps around him, the animal and insect features pressing deep into his feathers as the body heat and slimy coating soak into Goldie's fur.
 
Goldie can't believe this position he's in; he's been in this business for a long time and has never even come close to being pinned down and overpowered by any monster, much less a freakish half-mammal, half-insect. Ordinarily, he'd be quite concerned about being eaten or [i]i[/i][i]n[/i][i]j[/i][i]u[/i][i]r[/i][i]e[/i][i]d[/i][i] [/i]in any way at all. But the creature keeps its claws and teeth to itself, merely continuing to wrestle him down and rub its underside against his floof. Despite the natural heat of the woods and the monster's body heat leaking into him from the close contact, Goldie feels a disgusted chill wash over him. If the monster isn't hurting him, and isn't already making a meal out of him, it doesn't leave many options left.
 
The beast drools a glowing-green slime over Goldie's shoulders as he is kept down on all fours, angling the gryphon's rump cheeks upwards as its buggy backside presses under his tail feathers. It chitters and buzzes more rapidly as a slimy, disturbingly buggy shaft slides free, aimed right between those cheeks, its bizarre and bulging contours unseen but definitely felt as it lines up and pushes in with a wet slurp. The tiger-bug's legs rub and massage into the gryphon's feathers and fur as the beast adjusts its grip, keeping Goldie exactly where it wants him.
 
Even if he had known what would happen next and been able to brace himself for it, there is nothing that could have prepared Goldie for being suddenly penetrated by the tiger-bug's fully erect cock. He shrieks a shocked gryphon "Squaaaak!" as his exposed tailhole is suddenly forced to stretch several times its ordinary width. The slimy coating only helps slightly as the bugcock's irregular shape causes an irregular amount of stretching, gyrating between extremes as the bug wiggles and shoves and forcibly works its cock into his body.
 
He would very much like to continue resisting, but the sheer strain and brutality of the penetration leave Goldie seeing stars and choking on his own breath. With what little strength he has left, he tries to grip the dirt and wrench himself away, but there's so much bugcock inside him now, lodged so tightly, that the task seems hopeless before the bug has even begun. Humiliated tears sting the gryphon's eyes as the beast next sets toward raping him in earnest, pumping its cock repeatedly into his soft body as it hisses and chitters in pleasure, seeming unusually pleased with itself for a mere animal. Already, its body quivers in anticipation and eagerness to deposit a very special load inside this helpless anthro.
 
That gryphon squak is the perfect sign for the tiger-bug that everything is going perfectly. It's such a satisfying sound that lets the buggy beast know to plunge all the way in with bouncing, buzzing thrusts, stretching that tight tunnel as it capitalizes on this opportunity.
 
Its slimy length presses deep and wetly inside, [i]s[/i][i]c[/i][i]h[/i][i]l[/i][i]o[/i][i]r[/i][i]p[/i][i]i[/i][i]n[/i][i]g[/i][i] [/i]and [i]s[/i][i]c[/i][i]h[/i][i]l[/i][i]o[/i][i]p[/i][i]i[/i][i]n[/i][i]g[/i][i] [/i]as Goldie's gut bulges with the outline of bugcock, the tight squeeze squishing, almost like a basting bulb with the way it is wedged in there. Goldie's rump cheeks are spread wide as the monster just continues at full speed and intensity, no possibility of breaking free now as he's crushed under all that bulk, forced to endure the heavy thrusting in the beast's muscles as he is dragged forward and back with those rocking monster hips pounding straight down into him. Tiger paws press down on Goldie's shoulders as the beast draws closer and closer to releasing.
 
He can feel the monster's rising lust in every movement of its body. Its rising excitement is palpable, almost as though the tiger-bug is being driven by and excited for something even more than being able to rape and stretch an anthro who meant to do it harm. He can even feel its nearing orgasm, the way its cock stiffens, and a sudden warm feeling fills his gut as a sudden surge of precum is dumped into him. Goldie feels especially nauseous – this is it. With a full and wet climax, this beast is about to mark him as having engaged in bestiality, however unwillingly. And, unknown yet to Goldie, so much worse.
 
The longer this goes on, the more the already-exhausted gryphon is worn down until he can barely move at all. All the slime oozing from the tiger-bug's body has now soaked his feathers and drips down his sides; coupled with the copious slime and precum being injected into him, some of it backwashing out and dripping down his balls and thighs, being raped by this bug conveys much the same feeling as having crawled on his knees through a swamp.
 
The monster's mandibles clack rapidly and its throat purrs as its whole body tenses up, rutting Goldfeather into the ground by a few inches as its bug limbs knead over his belly. Embracing Goldie tightly, its cock plunges in hard and suddenly as its wings go still against its back. A thick, blue, and slimy mass starts gushing straight up the gryphon's backside, followed by dozens of slimy, rubbery orbs rushing inside and flooding his gut. The sound of sloshing, bubbling, and schlorping filling the air as Goldie feels the heat of the messy, buggy release.
 
Goldie wheezes out a groan as the tiger-bug holds him tight and its cock starts pumping on its own, acting just like a garden hose lodged into Goldie's tailhole to connect their two bodies. The bug's cock itself stretches and bulges in steady pulses, stretching out Goldie's backside even further with each surge as the bug's load is dumped into his intestines. Heat and weight fill him and spread out, occupying all available space within the gryphon's insides, and it soon becomes obvious to him that not all of it is liquid. More and more, the gryph's gut bulges and sags under the weight; he risks bringing a claw down to feel it, touching the contours of many individual spheres under his stretched skin. Eggs. This bug is filling him with its brood, meaning to use him as an incubator.
 
Goldie almost can't breathe at all, and not just because his chest is being crushed into the ground. No wonder this monster didn't want to [i]h[/i][i]u[/i][i]r[/i][i]t[/i][i] [/i]him – at least, not beyond forcing him to engage in bestiality, raping him, and now expecting him to share his body with its offspring.
 
Those eggs easily fill the gryphon; there's so much room to pour into as they soak into the warmth of Goldie's body. Driven by both lust and the feral need to fill its victim with as many eggs as possible, the tiger-bug rocks and pumps as much as it can.
 
It growls as Goldie gets soaked deeply by the slimy release, with excess cum leaking out to drip and splash over the forest floor. Out of reach, naked, and used, Goldie is getting so much more than he imagined could happen from a beastly cat-bug.
 
The tiger-bug's paws reach around to rub at Goldie's belly as it bloats and stretches with the weight of so many eggs. None are allowed to escape as the beast continues to stuff its victim utterly full, so pleased to have such a convenient incubator. Already, the eggs feel alive and active – pulsing, [i]g[/i][i]r[/i][i]o[/i][i]w[/i][i]i[/i][i]n[/i][i]g[/i], all pushing against each other as they sink and slide against the gryphon's soft and pliable interior.
 
All the gryphon can do is go limp and be securely against the monster's belly as its paws lovingly massage his bulging gut. The beast's deep, plunging cock makes sure to send all of its parasitic eggs as deep and irremovable as possible, its mandibles pressing on Goldie's beak as it gets a good look at that gryphon, drooling over his head from above. The flowing slime halts only after far too long, but the monster doesn't move, waiting to tug itself free only once it is certain all of its eggs have been delivered.
 
Luckily, the tiger-bug doesn't want to remain tethered to a gryphon [i]f[/i][i]o[/i][i]r[/i][i]e[/i][i]v[/i][i]e[/i][i]r[/i]. The beast leans back and presses down on Goldie's shoulders, extracting its wedged cock with some effort. Goldie looses a whimpering sigh, feeling equally relieved and very, very sore as the bug's cock pops free of him with a noisy splort and outpouring of cum. His insides – indeed, his entire digestive tract – feel incredibly stuffed and full. The slippery eggs easily push against each other and wind their way through his intestines.
 
The tiger-bug flips Goldie over and drops him flat on his back. It chitters and strokes a claw lovingly over his filled incubator-belly, then follows up by shoving its maw up against his beak, mandibles spread, and tapping against his beak as it extends its tongue for a very deep taste and sensual caress with its own tongue.
 
Goldie almost gags to even share the same air with this beast, much less saliva. He's left gasping for breath when the bug releases its "kiss",  which is bad news as it follows up by stepping over him until it can ease its cum-coated cock into his beak. Mercifully, not to face-rape him, but only something slightly worse – gently rolling its hips to wipe the excess (and still dribbling) cum off against his tongue, essentially forcing Goldie to lick the beast's post-orgasm genitals clean. Though he refuses to willingly cooperate, the tiger-bug patiently gyrates its body to ensure Goldie has no choice – and with his beak pointing upward and filled with a mouthful of cock, he ends up swallowing nearly every drop of the salty, musky, and slightly acidic-tasting stuff.
 
Finally satisfied, the tiger-bug departs without so much as a chirp, leaving the gryphon-turned-egg-incubator right there in the grass and dirt. Covered in slime, his tailhole stretched open, and drenched with drying cum, Goldie can't move an inch. Nor does he need to. The tiger-bug's cum saturating his digestive tract is both thick and nutritious, allowing him to stay right where he is for hours and hours and hours while the eggs incubate. Marked with the scent of the toughest monster around, all other animals know to stay well away.
 
Soon trapped in a dreamlike state, time seems to pass quickly for Goldie.
 
Then the eggs begin to hatch.
 
The dozens of eggs start wiggling around as the inert creatures within awaken. One by one, they easily shed the wispy, watery "shells", emerging as fat and squishy insect larvae, much like sluggy, legless caterpillars, to now have free reign wriggling around in Goldie's insides. Suddenly woken from his stupor but fully aware of what's happening, Goldie hardly has the words to describe the horror and disgust of having so many live, foreign creatures squirming around inside him.
 
Luckily, a few decide not to stay long. He feels a brief tightness in his tailhole as a few of the fat, wormy larvae wiggle-squirm their way out of him. The tiny amount of relief quickly turns to shock as they immediately turn around and start climbing up his thighs and groin instead, nosing around and seeming to be very interested in the gryphon's exposed sheath and balls.
 
The hatching eggs result in so many little larvae pushing each other forward, making Goldie's belly and gut squirm with a terribly bizarre sensation. Squishy, resilient little bodies press along and nuzzle up against the internal walls along their way, curious and eager as they spread slime across every surface they touch.
 
The oddly cute little critters chirp and chitter and make all sorts of adorable buggy sounds as they nose about. The ones brave enough to crawl outside seem pleased that Goldie is nice enough to have a perfectly usable and exposed sheath, and that he remains immobile.
 
They crawl over the fur of his rump and around his hips as they slither directly to this new entrance, with one pushing in with a wet [i]s[/i][i]c[/i][i]h[/i][i]l[/i][i]o[/i][i]r[/i][i]p[/i], followed by a second one twisting and squirming its little self alongside the other one in a slow, sensual push as more slither over those orbs, making their way deep into that sheath and rubbing against his cock, very interested in learning more about gryphon anatomy.
 
Goldie cannot believe that he's now being fondled by insect larvae – and on top of that, insect larvae that he apparently just gave birth to. He is utterly disgusted by these fat little bugs and the way they leave sticky, slimy trails wherever they touch. They don't seem to be pleasuring him intentionally, but still, the way that they touch and rub over his balls, and then squish invasively into his sheath, their slimy bodies rub up against his hidden cock directly with a gentle and sensual touch that no mammal, scaly, or feathered body part ever could. Feeling another wave of nausea at this bestiality-like action, Goldie quivers as his cock stiffens and slides out of his sheath, bringing the intruding larvae along with it.
 
The squishy little larvae are further excited by just how much more gryphon there appears to be as that cock lengthens and hardens. The bugs press in against that sheath and those orbs, and the bugs themselves begin to exude more slime, becoming softer and warmer alongside their own growing excitement.
 
Whatever each of them is doing, they start moving faster and more insistently, two of them quickly draping their sluggy bodies over his balls while others wiggle-skitter from the base of his shaft to the tip. Two of them nose at the gryphon's cocktip, teasing at the orifice, testing its tightness, even seeming to react at Goldie's alarmed squaks when their testing goes a little too far. For just a moment, they seem to hesitate and lose interest, going back to coiling and wriggling around in general. Goldie sighs and relaxes again – at least, as much as he can.
 
That's when one of the larvae suddenly shoves half of its body straight down Goldie's cocktip. The gryphon looses another loud "Squak!" of shock. His whole body quivers as a passage that is inherently unstretchable is made to do so, with the slippery larva wriggling back and forth in an insistent effort to cram itself downward. In mere seconds, far too quickly and easily, its tail end is slurped up and vanishes; both bulge and tight feeling descend down Goldie's shaft and into the depths of his groin, the little bug squeezing its way through some extraordinarily tight passageways now, leaving Goldie stuck with a very strange pressure worming around in a very sensitive area. It's enough to distract him from the second larva following suit with the same actions, suddenly cramming itself into his body with no less trouble – and no less discomfort.
 
Goldie can't move an inch to respond or try to stop them. He's forced to endure the deep, long, and stretchy pushing as the larvae push and bulge out his cock with one squishy bulge after another, with slug-slime pouring back out of the cocktip and dripping back over his crotch as the bugs are squeezed and compressed.
 
Despite himself, and though panting, tired, and thoroughly disgusted, there is no denying the way his whole package feels heavier and tighter, pressure growing between his groin and thighs as if the whole thing is growing and increasing in sensitivity and arousal with each inch. The bizarre mixture of emotions makes the adventurer [i]s[/i][i]q[/i][i]u[/i][i]a[/i][i]a[/i][i]a[/i][i]k[/i][i] [/i]in lust as any little twitch or movement of the bugs sends waves of pleasure through him at this sensation.
 
He is caught between the horror of becoming a bug-incubator, and the anticipation of how each one going between his legs is making him shudder in unexpected enjoyment. With what little strength he can muster, he brings a hand to his cock to give it a gentle caress and squeeze, reveling in the tidal wave of lustful pleasures flowing through his body.
 
Goldie cannot even tell whether the whole situation is worsening or improving from moment to moment. His whole digestive tract is still crawling with bugs, giving him a constant and very distracting belly massage. A few more are crawling over his crotch, rubbing their bodies over his most sensitive areas, and leaving slippery slime trails wherever they go.
 
The two that shoved their way down his cock produce the strangest sensations of all, wriggling and wobbling in a peculiar and very tight area, working their way deep within his loins. It almost seems like they'll be stuck in there forever, completely directionless. But with the same suddenness of their bodily invasion, the two larvae reach their final destination. The bulges of their squishy bodies slip into each side of his balls, suddenly bulging them out with their weight and producing an even stranger kind of tightness.
 
Goldie grasps at his whole slime-coated gryph package, trembling, beak chattering at the incredibly deviant, yet equally pleasurable sensations of parasitic, body-invading bug-worms lovingly caressing their gooey bodies up against his testicles without any bothersome skin or fur to get in the way. But there's something more to it; something is happening beyond the pleasure. In his grip, his cock is getting harder and larger, already bigger than he's ever remembered it before. Even the tightness of the invasive bugs in his sack seems to be fading, steadily replaced by an additional weightiness and heft. These bugs are changing him. They're permanently altering his body. And they're starting with his genitals.
 
The buggy larvae seep their changes deep into his flesh, his cock pulsing harder and harder each moment. The gryphon shaft, sheath, and balls continue to rapidly grow in size. The stronger scent and size alone would be enough to seduce even a dragon or another male gryphon into doing more than just looking.
 
As humiliating as this is, the way Goldie's lust is growing makes him feel like he's going to pop. For the first time, he risks a look down at his bulging balls and cock and immediately blushes at the almost unreal size they've grown to in proportion to his body. A sudden impulse strikes him (no doubt encouraged by the bugs crawling all over him); despite his better judgment, he leans over and opens his beak wide, giving himself a taste and a maw-full of slimy gryph cock.
 
Goldie never imagined that he'd be sucking his own cock – or that he'd ever be able to. The changes that started with his package have rapidly spread, increasing his spinal flexibility several times over. A slight tension builds at the top of his skull, soothingly released by the instant sprouting of paired antennae. Drool pours from his beak, followed by the unfolding of smooth and shiny black mandibles growing out of his mouth, immediately ready to add a new dimension to his own cock-sucking of a hypersensitive shaft that seems to hang far too long on the verge of letting loose yet refuses to.
 
Keeping most of his cock still wedged down his beak, Goldie grasps blindly at his balls and squints in further disbelief at how much they seem to have grown in such a short period of time. What was just a moment ago a fairly typical gryph-sack with a couple of wormy-bugs inside has been mutated into a pulsing, churning, biological, bug factory. He cannot know that, just like a microscopic virus would do to a cell, those bugs merged with his testicles and repurposed them for their own ends. Even as the lust-addled gryphon continues to suck his own cock and fondle his own balls, he winces for all the clutches of normal, ordinary gryphons he may have wanted to sire but will never be able to.
 
Instead, even through the taut skin, he can feel the small bulges of innumerable eggs. Bug eggs. Parasite eggs. [i]H[/i][i]i[/i][i]s[/i][i] [/i]eggs, which his own body has grown and fertilized. Goldie is suddenly struck with an overwhelming desire to share these eggs. He drools in anticipation as he imagines pouncing on a hapless anthro out for a casual stroll, ripping his victim's clothes to shreds, and raping them in the dirt like a beast. They'd become a new host and continue to spread this wonderful infestation forever.
 
Giving into that fantasy and desire is finally enough to set off the gryphon-bug's orgasm. The first blast of cum completely fills his beak, and most of it backwashes out. He struggles to swallow the thick mixture of cum and eggs, only managing a couple of heavy full-mouth gulps before being forced to release his beak's grip.
 
He continues to paw himself furiously, ropes of cum and dozens of tiny eggs splashing all over his fur, feathers, and fresh-grown exoskeleton as his transformation completes. More buggy features overtake his body as his overall size, mass, and strength increase. Goldie is no longer an anthro at all, but a beastly hybrid, just like the tiger that had originally attacked him. Even his best friends would no longer recognize the monster he has now become.
 
Even after such an orgasm as that, it still offers no true satisfaction. The only thing that could ever be pleasing enough will be to find some poor, helpless, and unsuspecting anthro and then rape them, fill them with eggs, and transform them. And keep this cycle going forever.