Beyond Repair
By Lutro
Princess Luna scanned across the scroll she had hovering before her. Chaos, confusion, distress, panic. These words and more were laced throughout the report she read. What surprised the princess was just how much trouble one pegasus filly could cause, and in Tartarus of all places! Even the most fierce beasts and dangerous criminals were succumbing to her faux-innocent demure form of manipulation. Luna puzzled over how she even got out of her cage in the first place. At first she suspected a takeover by the filly and her former pen pal Lord Tirek, but the centaur himself, according to the report, was one the loudest and prolific to complain about the newest addition to the underworld. Cerberus was nowhere to be found. It was a disaster.

The Princess of the Night sadly shook her head. “Even Tartarus isn’t enough for Cozy Glow. That poor, misguided filly...” Luna closed her eyes and debated with herself. She was tasked with handling all matters regarding that dreadful place. If Tartarus couldn’t contain the little sociopath, Luna reasoned, there was only one thing left to do: An option the princesses considered only as a last resort. And the young pegasus’ age made it an even more difficult decision.

“She tried to take over Equestria. Imprisoned ponies. Threatened all of ponykind with the loss of magic which would have amounted to who knows what with the neighboring races and countries.” Two royal guards, standing at attention, looked at each other then back to the self-debating princess. They kept their thoughts to themselves, seeing the obvious tumult the alicorn was experiencing. They endured several minutes of Luna’s musings and mutterings until she came to a decision. “We have no choice,” she announced, mostly to encourage herself. “Cozy Glow must...” As she finished the guards gasped, one shocked enough to speak up.

“Your majesty, are you sure…?”

“I’ll never be sure,” she answered, ignoring the guard speaking out of turn. “But given the report and the clear unstable nature of the pony’s mind, we have no choice.”

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Cozy Glow, as it turned out, never did leave her cage. With a comment here and a criticism there, the manipulative filly had manage to turn the usually-amicable creatures of Tartarus against themselves. Even going so far as to tricking Cerberus into freeing the others and letting them have at each other. The pegasus remained safe and secure in her cage, rubbing her hooves together and reveling in the chaos she had caused. All she needed to do once the dust settled was figure out how Cerberus had escaped from Tartarus previously, and utilize the same escape route. Seeing how simple it was to rile the room up, the distraction portion of her plot was well in hoof. The carnage had played out, giving the pegasus her golden opportunity… until the meddling princesses interrupted her fun. But while they could stop her delightfully-demented soirée, they couldn’t stop the gears turning in her mind. Cozy plotted and schemed inside her cage, having fallen uncharacteristically silent in the interim, eyed over scornfully by all the recently re-caged beasts and monsters. But their glares didn’t so much as phase her. She had bigger fish to fry.

What did end up irritating Cozy Glow was having her beauty sleep interrupted. Deep into the night (though the time of day was unclear in Tartarus) Cozy squinted her eyes against a sudden bright flash. She stirred and rubbed her eyes fitfully, ready to give an earful to whoever, or whatever, it was that interrupted her slumber. Her vision cleared, revealing none other than her warden: Princess Luna. The pegasus barely got the chance to voice her grievances before her cage was hefted up by magic. Another bright flash sparked, this time all around her. In the next instant, she smelt–

“Fresh air!” Cozy realized, giggling in an almost-age-appropriate fashion. She took in deep, long breaths of the evening jungle air and was giddy. So much for planning an escape. She escaped Tartarus with the assistance of her very own warden! Cozy Glow gripped daintily around the bars of her cage and looked up gratefully at Princess Luna. “Oh, thank you so much for my early release, Miss Princess,” she said with her usual cutesy tone reserved for garnering empathy. “I’m so glad I’m getting out on good behavior.”

To her surprise, Princess Luna did not react to her spiel. Nor did she appear upset. If Cozy had to put a word to the expression she saw it would be “conflicted.” The filly had no time to debate with herself, though, as the instant the cage touched the jungle floor it vanished in a pop of magic. The manic pony couldn’t help but laugh. “Haha! I’m actually free!” She pranced in place, bucked backwards, even spread her wings!

Or tried to. The filly blinked and looked to her middle: Her wings were bound up tight with a thick grey unyielding cord. It had no knots or any obvious way of being undone, and try as she might, Cozy Glow could scarcely move a feather, let alone a wing. “Hey! What’s the big idea?” She gave Princess Luna the stink-eye. Now to the filly’s consternation, Luna merely reached a hoof down to stroke over her mane. Cozy bared her teeth and attempted to bite the hoof, but her teeth merely sunk through air, for the instant her jaws clacked shut, the princess was gone. The sun was already rising, leaving the filly confused and alone in the vast jungle. A quick turn-around in place was all the confirmation she needed: This was a different kind of prison. Cozy Glow was abandoned to some desolate jungle, away from any known civilization and incapable of harming another. The filly smiled and began toddling forward, as if strolling through a park.

“Hah! So the oh-so-wise princesses couldn’t think of what to do, so they just threw me out in the middle of nowhere! That’ll be the last mistake they ever make. Oh sure, they managed to usurp all that power of friendship I’d accumulated for me and managed to stop me. But just they wait until I get back!” Her grin grew devious, jagged, twisted, eyes bugging out. “That Tree of Harmony is still there, still waiting, with all of that raw, untapped energy. It might be days, weeks, months! But they’ll see. They’ll all see!”

“And blah blah blah let me guess what next: You’ll take over Equestria and then the world, right?”

Cozy’s ears perked and stopped stone-dead in her tracks. “Who said that?!” she demanded, glaring up to a monkey swinging away across the trees, to the birds similarly scattering due to her violent outburst. “C’mon, don’t be shy now. I’m sure that we could be friends...”

“Oh, I’m sure that generous sentiment of yours will change its tune in the next, say, five to ten minutes?” the unknown voice called out again, this time accompanied by the sound of footsteps. Cozy swiveled her head over to the noise, only to spy a griffon approaching! The wild-looking creature was half-hawk, half-lion, featuring rust-colored wings, tufted tail, talons, paws, and a hawk-shaped beak, golden and fierce. His eyes narrowed down at Cozy Glow, the griffon getting his first good look at the latest delivery. He looked mildly surprised, but the smile along his beak never faltered. “My my my. Megalomaniacs are coming in all shapes and sizes these days...” Cozy Glow rolled her eyes. “What, don’t tell me you’re not used to such commentary. Miss…?”

“Cozy Glow,” the filly answered with a huff. The griffon chuckled and began pacing around her, noting the familiar cord wrapped around her barrel. “And don’t you forget it! Whoever you are.”

“Glider,” he responded curtly. Cozy Glow stepped around to continually face the griffon as he paced around her, closing in more with each cycle. “When I received Princess Luna’s notice, I was expecting female. I was definitely not expecting foal. Well, my dear, I will say this: You’re the first young one sent to the jungle!” Cozy opened her mouth to respond, but was silenced as the backside of a talon smacked across her jaw. She let out a shocked gasp and fell to the ground, cheek stinging. Glider easily plucked her up, talon gripped around the cord, and spread his thick wings wide. The griffon took off with the pony, watching her struggle and curse through the air.

Cozy Glow was beside herself. “Just what do you think you’re doing, striking an innocent little filly like that, huh?! You overgrown chicken!” She continued on for the duration of the flight, to the point where she was starting to wear out. Glider ignored the pony’s outbursts and soared above the treetops, headed for a hill that towered over them. He’d heard far worse over the years. Cozy Glow still struggled and kicked through the air, but had fallen silent once she realized that Glider wasn’t taking the bait. The two drifted quietly through the sky until they landed atop a small outcropping of the hill, Glider unceremoniously dumping Cozy Glow to the hard rock ground.

The filly quickly righted herself off and took in her new surroundings. There was a small cave and what appeared to be some kind of nest embedded into the hillside. A well-used fireplace and some other primitive accouterments lined the cave walls inside. “Home sweet home,” the griffon announced. He walked right on by Cozy Glow, giving her a condescending pat on the head as he strolled by, flicking his tufted tail about joyously. “It’s been a while since the last delivery, you know. Months!”

“Delivery...? Hey yeah what was that you were sayin’ about Princess Luna earlier?” Cozy demanded. “What, do you run a prison of your own around here? Solitary confinement? Is that why she dragged all the way out to this humid mess of a jungle?” Glider smirked and merely walked towards the filly, sitting down right in front of her and not saying a word. “...Well?! Answer me!!”

“Why should I, Cozy Glow? I’d rather let you continue ranting. You’re just so cute when you’re angry.”

Cozy growled and pounced the arrogant griffon. She aimed for the crest under the smug griffon’s chin, leaping suddenly and without warning. That didn’t stop the goading Glider from snagging the filly by her nape. His beak nipped down in a flash, leaving Cozy dangling uselessly in the air. “I’ll show you angry,” she said hotly, swinging a forehoof harmlessly through the air. Glider shook his head and chuckled, taking his burden into the cave and callously tossing her to the ground. The filly tumbled along until she bumped against the wall, on her back with head propped up and legs askew. She narrowed her eyes and growled, about to roll up for another leap at the griffon, but before she could get back on her hooves a large talon pinned her firmly against the wall and ground.

“Time I let you in on a little secret,” Glider explained, smirking and squeezing around Cozy’s bound barrel, looking over her form from top to bottom. “You’re here because those princesses of yours deemed you beyond repair. I don’t know what you did to deserve such a designation, and frankly I don’t care.” Cozy was taking short, seething breaths, pushing uselessly with all four hooves against the pinning talon, even taking fruitless bites at him. She was forced to listen to her fate as Glider laid it all out. “This isn’t some secondary special form of imprisonment, little pony. This is your death sentence. Your squeamish leaders leave it to us wild griffons out here in the middle of nowhere to perform your execution.”

The filly’s ears flicked and she stopped struggling a moment. There was a small flicker of concern through the pegasus’ eyes, but she betrayed no other emotion than fury as she digested what she’d heard. “So that’s it then? Your job’s to kill me? You’re not even gonna listen to any potential propositions that I have to offer?” The filly looked up and fluttered her eyes seductively, cutely, putting on a false smile for her potential executioner. “Surely you’re not going to do little old Cozy Glow in, are you?” The griffon shook his head, stretching his wings and back and yawning, bored at the pony’s offering. Cozy pouted at his rejection.

“Nope. Well, not at first.” The griffon leaned down and gave the filly a nice hard sniff, sending Cozy’s fur on end. He licked his beak, staring down between the pony’s hinds. “You see, it’s not like we do this for free you know. At the end of the day, you’re a goner. How we do it...” Glider emphasized with a languid lick against the filly’s flank, Cozy cringing on contact, “...And what we do before we do it...” The griffon slipped his tongue up across the little pink pegasus’ folds and across her stomach, Cozy stiffening in shock, “...Is up to us. And don’t think I’m going to let you off the hook scot-free. I’m getting some fun out of you. And then, Cozy Glow? I’m eatin’ you for breakfast.”

For the first time in weeks, Cozy’s furious demeanor slipped away. In place was a moment of uncertainty of what was coming next, of fear for her future. Surely the friend-worshiping ponies of Equestria wouldn’t subject her to such a fate, would they? “You’re bluffing,” she spat, though not with as much bravado as before. The sensation of the griffon’s tongue oozing over her body, over her netherlips… The recollection alone made her shiver just a bit, though she attempted to hide it. The keen griffon’s eyes missed none of it, and the ensuing bark of laughter confirmed it, along with Glider continually leering over her, the eyes locked to hers as his tongue slowly smacked over his upper beak.

“You can believe whatever you want, pony. Time I had some fun.” Glider didn’t hesitate. He flipped the filly over onto her belly and grasped her tail. Cozy let out a pained yelp as she was dragged backwards, between the griffon’s legs. Cozy Glow sputtered a protest that died away when the griffon came crashing down atop her, his belly mashing over her back and mane and pinning her. She tried lifting her back and head to push him off, but Glider merely kept his weight centered on the pony, wiggling his hips and flicking his tail in delight.

“You have a spicy, fresh taste, Cozy Glow,” Glider purred. “But what I liked most about your sampling was your youth. Can’t say I’ve had the opportunity before. Be honored knowing that you’re the first.” Glider licked his lips again, the filly’s flavor and untouched folds floating to the forefront of his mind. Cozy Glow continued to futilely shove the horny griffon up off her, stopping only when she felt a gentle prodding to her backside. The griffon’s cock – red, smooth, and cone-shaped – poked and prodded away at the pony, seeking a home. Though Cozy Glow had knowledge and experiences few other ponies her age possessed, she was completely unfamiliar with any concept of sex. As such, and with her head pinned forward, she had no idea what the griffon was doing, only letting out a shocked squeal as the twitching griffon member sank in between her legs. Glider’s rumbling purr reverberated through Cozy, his tip spreading virgin lips wide, their faces flushed red.

The pony wriggled her splayed legs, swiping them back and forth across the ground a couple inches back and forth. But she couldn’t stop Glider’s cock from sinking a bit deeper every few moments. Glider reveled in the tightness of his latest gift. It made progress difficulty, but it was all the more rewarding as each successive hump he took drove his member in further into her gripping walls. It’d been a while since the last prisoner was sent his way, leaving him considerably pent up, which drove the griffon’s more feral nature to drive things forward. He felt it was well worth the wait, the hawk/lion hybrid relieving much tension down on the condemned filly pinned beneath him.

Cozy Glow panted and squirmed, each thrust up into her spreading her out just a bit more. She was confused, panicked, letting out involuntary squeaks and groans with each thrust. After several minutes of the griffon grinding more and more of his penis inward, the pegasus was left panting and sweating, too out of focus to even rant at her executioner. And Glider couldn’t be happier for it, jamming his cock in and out, the wild griffon growling and grunting, claws digging into the rocky cave floor. The pegasus bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut, utterly trapped, feeling all sorts of new sensations tickling around between her hind legs.

Glider worked his way more and more into the condemned pegasus. He flicked his wings erratically, losing more control of himself as instincts gradually took over. Cozy felt the thrusts take on a whole new level of ferocity as the morning wore on, feeling something hot and viscous ooze deep into her and leak down her hinds. The griffon’s cock throbbed and pulsated, Cozy’s small snatch feeling every minute shift from the penetrating member. The splayed filly felt trapped, more so than any cage or the cord wrapped around her could ever feel. Pinned under a griffon, speared by a throbbing erection. A funny tingling sensation growing between her legs. Without warning, a shocking surge of pleasure and more rocked its way up Cozy Glow’s spine. Her mouth hung agape as all the prodding from behind made small splats of femcum burst from her folds. The muscles clenched hard around Glider’s cock, the griffon letting out a strained mewl as he sunk his dick in as far as it would fit. The hot feminine juices slicked around his member, guiding it in, teasing his sensitive flesh. Though his cock didn’t budge he continued thrusting his hips, scrunching his member and feeling the unexplored cavern squeeze tightly around it. The resulting pressure led the griffon to climax, his tongue slipping out as he fired hot sticky jets of his seed into Cozy Glow. The filly was awash in the after-effects of her first orgasm, hardly feeling her fillyhood pumped full to bursting with cum, the off-white jizz splurting out around the tight cock plugging her and making a mess of the cave floor beneath them. When Glider finished, the two lay there for a moment, the filly stunned, the griffon in bliss.

Glider, the older and more experienced of the duo, recovered first. He grunted his way onto all fours, giving his hips a squirming wiggle to fish his spent member out of the cum-filled netherlips of the spent filly. He got up off Cozy Glow and took a moment to casually preen his wings, some feathers having gone askew in all the action. A quick glance down at the pegasus told him he didn’t have to worry about her escaping: As the griffon collected himself, Cozy Glow lay right where she was, panting and drenched in their combined fluids, mane and tail a mess, eyes gazing at nothing in particular. She blinked a few times, slowly coming to, as Glider sat down right in front of her, tail twitching behind him. “As much as I would love to keep you around for entertainment,” he spoke quietly, grin never leaving that beak, “I’m afraid I’ve grown quite famished. It’s time for you to say goodbye to this world, Cozy Glow. And say hello to my belly.” As if on cue, the griffon’s stomach uttered a small, needy growl, just loud enough to catch the filly’s ears. She let out a small gasp and stared at the furry stomach in front of her, before managing a glare upwards.

“You… you wouldn’t...” she started, still panting away and recovering from the sudden bout of sex the two went through. “You can’t just… Eat me! I’m not gonna be some chicken’s meal!” On instinct she flexed her wings, only to be reminded of the strong cord binding them to her sides. The filly began pushing herself to her hooves, only to again be stopped by Glider’s impressing talon, this time gripping her by the tail. She was hauled up off the floor effortlessly, four hooves dangling to the floor, and brought up eye to eye with the hungry griffon.

She stared defiantly into the golden eyes of Glider, while he brandished a claw from his free talon and ran it gingerly along Cozy’s cheek. Her gaze stole away from his to watch the claw, as it suddenly slashed forward and making the pony flinch. She peeked one open and brought a hoof to her face, visibly relaxing when she felt no trace of a cut or wound. In fact, she felt somewhat lighter! “What did you...” she started, before seeing the now-slashed cord drizzling lazily to the ground. The pegasus flexed her stiff wings, and, deeming them still in good working order, started flapping away like mad, a few pink feathers fluttering away. “Let me go you overgrown cat! Right now!” Glider watched with amusement as the filly swung around, anchored by the tail, slowly rotating with the filly flapping her wings and flailing her legs.

“Now now, Cozy Glow. I have a responsibility to execute you. I can’t just let you roam free and let you go back to doing… whatever it was that you were sent here for.” The griffon shook the filly around some, making the violent protests come to a standstill, the pegasus disoriented. He leaned forward and slurped at her exposed chest, fur left matted and soaked. “Besides, you taste far too good for me to let you escape.” He left it at that. Cozy Glow had no words as she was brought up over Glider’s head. The griffon tilted his beak up and back, letting the lower beak fall open and revealing his wide maw to the filly. The pegasus screeched, enraged that she was completely unsuccessful at cajoling her way to freedom, far too small and powerless to escape the clutches of the ravenous griffon.

“You bird-brained bastard!” she cursed at the glistening griffon gullet, the pony being lowered down to the unfurled tongue and salivating beak. “If I’d harnessed the power of friendship you’d be no more than a smoldering heap on the ground! I was going to be one of the strongest beings in Equestria! Unstoppable! The world would quake with fear when hearing the name Cozy Gl-mmmfff!!” The mad filly’s frothing rants were silenced when her face mashed against the avian tongue, her body sliding into the beak and bathed in hot stale breath and oozing drool. Glider eagerly clamped his hawk-like beak down over the little pony, the curved tip teasing her dock. Once secured in his mouth, he let go of the filly’s flapping tail and lowered his head down to a more natural position. His beak didn’t quite close all the way yet, with Cozy Glow’s hooves sticking out the sides of his beak and her tail flicking madly away out past the ends, but it was clear he could fit the entirety of the foal in his hungry maw.

While he desired to sate his growing hunger, the griffon wanted to marinate his taste buds in the taste of fresh meat for as long as he could hold out. Much like with the earlier rut, it’d been some time since he’d tasted pony flesh, and he never got over how supple and tender it was. He worked his tongue up and around the squirming filly’s sides, spoiled further still by the soft, juicy flavors only a foal could boast. Cozy Glow pulled her face up away from the tongue and swore incoherently, barely able to see in the slimy cavern, hearing every lewd slurp and smack of the tongue as she was thoroughly tasted. Glider started working her little legs inward, coiling around each limb one at a time with his dexterous tongue. Cozy was too foregone to care, struggling like mad to escape, but barely noticing each leg scrunched up against her body. When all four legs were secure, The griffon’s beak clacked closed, the sound echoing around his cave. Cozy Glow’s curled tail still poked free, but the rest of the filly was entrapped in the beak of the wild griffon.

Glider’s tongue, now done with wrangling in its prey, was set loose. At first Cozy kept up with her muffled raging, but the protests fell silent when the gravity of the situation fully hit her: The slobbery griffon tongue was pressing and prodding everywhere it could, from her neck down her chest, to her belly and wings and hooves, back to her rear end and the ravaged lips nestled between them. She felt sick to her stomach, peering through the inky blackness to the gaping gullet ahead of her. She wasn’t getting out of this one. The evil filly was doomed to be Glider’s breakfast! The thick bird tongue slapped up against one of her buttcheeks, then the other, before finally settling in between them and pressing hard. This made the pegasus squeal out not in rage, but in terror, the tongue starting to usher her back towards the pulsing greedy throat and beyond. Glider rubbed the tongue firmly into the small crevice of the filly’s rump, letting flavor assault it from all sides. He purred and let his eyes fall half-lidded. The final fits and struggles of his meal were always the best, and even the apparently-sadistic filly he slurped away at succumbed to the realization that she was no more than food to him.

They always did.

Cozy Glow’s breaths were short and panicked, her forehooves pushed forward and pushing away at the base of the tongue to brace herself. They skittered and slipped at the slightest pressure, the filly’s forelegs slipping forward and making her smack her chin against the hot yielding surface of the tongue. Her soaked ears perked, bunched against the roof of the mouth, when the belly ushered a more demanding request to the griffon, grumbling and groaning in need. Glider sighed and ran a talon over his empty belly, finally acquiescing. Cozy felt the tongue cupped up against her rear shove her forward, straight for the throat. Glider heard the whiny plea stifle when the pony’s head squeezed into the gullet. The griffon tilted his head up and back and gave another strong push of the tongue, devouring the pony whole in a few wet, strong swallows. The filly’s body distended Glider’s neck, swelling to accommodate the filly’s body. A vague outline of a squirming Cozy Glow rapidly descended down the feathery neck and deep into the chest, Glider busy smacking his beak and using a talon to pluck a leftover feather or two from his drooling jaws.

Cozy Glow screamed into the dark void of the griffon’s bowls, slurched and squelched downward with every pulse of the neck. She was completely incapacitated by the tight confines and had no idea when the horrible journey would end. Glider felt it the moment it did, with his furry stomach distending and Cozy Glow messily deposited into his gut with a defining slosh. The griffon remained perched where he was, tufted tail drifting along the floor blissfully, the wild creature’s belly finally sated. Cozy Glow’s hoarse voice squealed when she was ushered across a sea of slimy stomach fluids, her chin dragging along the floor of the belly until it bumped up against an unyielding wall. Her hind hooves and tail were the last to slip past the instantly-closed sphincter, leaving her hind legs splayed and her body bent in a U-shape, tail lazed over her back and her ravaged folds leaking a combination of griffon saliva and cum. The filly’s complaints died down to weak whimpers, Cozy Glow exhausted from the entire ordeal. “Uhn...”

Glider petted over his pony-filled belly, the talon gliding over the bulging, bumpy form, feeling most contours of the filly he ate with ease. “Ah… simply succulent. It’s a shame those princesses don’t utilize their last resort with ne'er-do-wells more often.” His tongue continually glided over his large beak, the tingling filly flavor still dancing over it. All the while, Cozy Glow squirmed and murmured incoherently into the darkness, the fluids along the bottom starting to come to life and build up around her. The filly’s once-carefully-curled mane and tail were a disaster, splayed every which way, and she had disheveled wings to match. Any feeble flicks of those wings or twitches of her hooves were meant with intimidating groans from the belly all about her. Glider felt every little struggle and protest his meal made, the griffon rolling his eyes and pressing his talon against those wonderful struggles. Cozy clenched her teeth, feeling her newest, and final, prison grow tighter with every external compression.

The griffon stretched his beak wide, tongue flicking out, and yawned, loudly and lazily. It had been quite the morning for him! Waking up to a pony, getting a good fuck in for the first time in weeks, and a large squirming meal to boot. He stood and lowered his front in a languid stretch, his groaning belly dangling and sloshing every which way to the whims of his movement. Cozy Glow, plastered to the stomach, grew nauseous as the chamber flicked around. She screamed as the now-active stomach acids splashed over her face, exposed body, and began seeping into every available orifice. What was a simple tingling sensation began to burn, especially the acids that found their way into her widened vagina. This sent the filly into a horrified rage, Cozy Glow beating her hooves frustratingly against the roiling belly walls. Awkwardly positioned, however, Glider didn’t even feel them. All he heard was his belly going to work, drawn-out gurgles and glorps overpowering whatever pitiful noises the devoured filly could produce. He flicked his tail and uttered a small burp as digestion really kicked in, pink fur and blue hairs expelled to the ground amid a slew of saliva. Not one to waste a good meal, he got up and headed out of his cave. The griffon strutted out of the cave and took flight, to scour the jungle for additional supplies for his home.

Cozy Glow was constantly awash in the ever-rising amount of churning stomach fluids. With the way she was bent, her snout angled up and sometimes grazed the ceiling of the belly, as Glider flew lazily through the skies barely remembering the fact that he had live prey stewing in his gut, forgotten like any other meal was. Cozy Glow sputtered when her muzzle would get occasionally submerged in the burning acids, leaving the sociopath cursing the griffon’s name, regardless of how unwise it was to burn away her remaining oxygen. She was terrified of her ensuing demise, outraged that she never took vengeance on those who wronged her, and was the most upset at the fact that her body was going to be digested and used to fuel the griffon that completely dominated her, and ate her for breakfast. The last curse died in Cozy Glow’s lips, streaming out in a series of bubbles as the stomach completely filled with gurgling, slurshing fluid. On instinct the filly heaved for a breath, drawing in nothing but acid from the airless belly.

Glider came to a landing some time later, carrying a bundle of broken branches and wood for his fireplace. He wiped his brow and flicked his spread wings to fan himself, no stranger to a good morning forage. His dutiful belly had kept him company throughout the morning, churning and roiling away noisily. The extra weight was definitely worth the taste still prodding at his tongue every now and then, the griffon forced to pause and lick his beak. His furry belly, still sagging some beyond its usual position, sloshed around with most of his movements like a wet bag. What was a bumpy, somewhat-defined shape of pony was now a smooth curved bulge that sung the song of digestion. Now settled in with a refreshed supply of firewood, Glider took talon to rock, striking roughly several times before he caused a spark and set the cave alight with the glow of a warm, comforting fire. He settled, laying down about the warmth, belly exposed to the flame and splayed along the cave floor. The griffon smirked down at his gut, reminded for the first time in a little while of the youthful taste of the filly, and how wonderful the morning fuck really was. “It had been a while… Whatever it is those ponies are teaching their young, I hope more end up being so bad as to be sent my way.” The griffon’s weariness, quelled for most of the morning, began to grow as he rested his head down among the crackling fireplace and bubbling gurgles of his stomach. His eyes started drifting shut, before they shot open wide along with his maw. A powerful belch rocked the griffon’s body and echoed around the cave, splotches of saliva and acid-drenched fur and feathers spewing over his fire, nearly putting it out. But the flames overtook the debris, burning away at the expelled remains of Cozy Glow. Glider rested his beak down once again and fluttered his eyes closed, tongue licking to one side of his beak as he daydreamed about the next equine he would get to rut and devour.

The brief reign of terror that was encapsulated in Cozy Glow was over. Princess Luna never did follow up on what occurred after she’d taken the filly to her execution. She never had to. The population of wild, feral creatures unfit for civilization never let any condemned live to tell about it. It was one of the things that often kept the alicorn up at day, but ultimately in the end, it was for the best. If anypony deserved such a fate, Luna would reason time and time again, it was the filly who not even Tartarus could stomach.

Glider, however, had no such troubles digesting the filly. He snoozed the morning away without a care in the world. With a spent cock and a belly full of meat, what more could any creature ask for? Cozy Glow, the filly who’d gone mad with the twisted concept of friendship was no more than a sloshing pile of fur, bones, and nutritious soup bubbling away in a wild griffon’s belly, never to threaten Equestria again.