Dont Sneak Cuddles From a Griffon

30 April 2015

02:44 Bowstring would take note of the big soft downy griffon who was currently sleeping, and wouldn't hesitate to get right down next to her and snuggle right in. He heard griffon's were super soft and downy and wanted to see first hand. He'd put a wing over her and nuzzled at her feathers.

02:48 Serilde was sleeping deep, staedly breathing as she lays in her tent in the forest. Little did she know that there was a pony invading her personal space as she slumbered. The stallion would find that her feathers were indeed quite soft to the touch as she leans into his snuggles in her sleep, draping a claw around his body. Despite the light touch, he could feel the wicked sharpness of her talons as they softly creeped around his body. ***

02:51 Bowstring would make a small whimper when he felt the sharp talons, but kept snuggling the griffon. He'd eventually stop nuzzling and just rested his head in her soft feather's while a hoof would gently run through them. It was nice to see that the griffon was indeed as soft as he heard, but he was still a little worried about the sharp talons. He figured he could ignore them for now though and keep focusing on how warm and soft the griffon was.

02:54 Serilde clutches the pegasus to her body in a soft embrace, seeming to somehow stay gentle despite the sharpness. One of her wings fans around the pony as she rests the chin of her head in his mane, still breathing deep. A steady purr begins to come from the formel's chest as she lays there, sounding like her sleeping form was enjoying this. ***

02:58 Bowstring smiled when she grabbed him without hurting him and took him into a close embrace. He'd then rest his head right on her downy chest feather. His mane was very soft, thought not nearly as much as she was. The little guy was surprised that the sleeping griffon seemed to be enjoying this as much as he was, and loved how warm it felt to surrounded by softness. ***

03:07 Serilde begins to stir some as the pony cotninues to press close. SHe wasnt used to sleeping with another warm body and the excess heat was making her get a bit hot. Her breathing sped up until she opens her mouth and gives a loud yawn into his mane and blinks open her eyes. In the dark, her sleepy mind hadnt quite realized what was going on, but it would be evident to the pony she was becoming awake. ***

03:13 Bowstring started to whimper a few times once he saw she was waking. He couldn't exactly get away because of she was holding him, so all he could do was just keep cuddling and hope she wouldn't be mad... He couldn't help but shift around anxiously though. ***

03:16 Serilde 's eyes narrow as she begins to fully wake up, and her purrs turn to a low growl. She digs the talon into the pony's back, just shy of drawing blood, to hold him there. "And what do you think you're doing? Dont you know not to go cuddling up against strange griffons. Some of us dont appreciate an invasion of our personal space..." She says, sounding quite irritated. ***

03:19 Bowstring just kept whimpering over and over and over and over. "I-I'm s-sorry." Well, he was in for it now. He held still now that he had the claws dug into his back. "I-I can l-leave you alone if you'd like." He slowly took his wing off of her and folded it back to his side. ***

03:24 Serilde keeps her talons dug into the whimpering pony and then shakes her head, stroking over his back. "I'll tell you what, pony, maybe if you do a good job of preening my feathers you ruffled, I'll forget this slight." She releases him and scoots to the side, faning her wing out for the pegasus to get to. She fully intended to nom him, but she'd take a little pleasure first. ***

03:28 Bowstring was shaking a little by the time she let go of him, and would just nod slowly at her offer. He'd then move over her left wing once she spread them and started to gently nuzzle in on a few of the feathers before starting to gently preen and straighten them out, whilst running his hoof gently over them. He'd still let out a whimper ever now and then though. ***

03:33 Serilde purrs happily as the stallion runs his mouth and hoof over her feathers, straightening out the hooks and causing pleasant sensations in her sensitive wings. The formel closes her eyes and lays her head back down, lost in the enjoyment for the moment. ***

03:35 Bowstring kept preening her feathers a little longer, before slowly pulling away from the wing and giving it one last run over with his hoof before switching over the other wing. He put his beak right to her wing and started to nuzzle it before doing as he did to the other while his hoof rubbed it gently. ***

03:43 Serilde lets him finish with her other wing, purring and humming gently at the pleasnat feels. She then gets to her feet and turns to the stallion with a wicked grin on her beak. "Oh thank you very much pony. You know...I wonder if you'd enjoy being close for a little bit longer," she says, crypticly. ***

03:45 Bowstring flinched when she suddenly got up, and tried to back out of the tent. "I-I t-thin I should just go..." He said, seeming very worried about the sudden change of heart on her part. ***

03:48 Serilde leans back on her haunches as he refuses and then pounces forward, knocking the pony to the ground and pinning him there. "Oh...but I dont think I'm done with you yet, little pony. You seem to want to get close to griffons. WEll now I'm going to give you a chance for some very intimate knowledge," she says, grinning down at him. Her sharp talons dug into hsi chest, drawing just a little bit of blood. ***

03:51 Bowstring was shaking, but held perfectly still, not wanting to make her claws hurt him any more than they already were by struggling and making the claws tear some flesh. "I-I just wanted someone to cuddle.." He had his eyes closed shut and tried to think of some way out of this situation. ***

03:53 Serilde leans down and licks her tongue over the stallion's snout, murring at the succulent flavors that wash over her tongue. Her smelly fish breath drifts over his nose, giving him a taste of what's soon to come. "Oh I know. And now you're going to get the best cuddles of your life. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the journey." ***

03:56 Bowstring would try to pull his muzzle away when she licked him and blushed a little. "W-what do you mean?" He stopped shaking, and opened one of his eyes. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad? Regardless he still kept still due to the claws that were dug into him. ***

04:01 Serilde curls her wings around him like griffons are apt to do when they've caught prey and then opens her mouth wide, giving him a view of her pink insides disapearing into a dark abyss. Saliva dripped down from teh top of her beak as she leand forward and took his entire snout into her maw. She purrs happily, keeping her claws tight as a reminder not to strugglle as little trickles of blood flowed out of the stallion. ***

04:06 Bowstring would relax a bit when he felt her wings around him, before panicking when he saw her beak move toward him and try to take him in. He'd try to pull his muzzle away but it was honestly pointless. He'd start to just whimper over and over and he felt the claws dig in enough to make him bleed. He held still now, knowing there was really nothing he could do... ***

04:10 Serilde smiles around his face as the pony quickly realizes that there's no point in struggling against this sitation and preses down even further till his snout toched the back of her throat. The slimy saliva works its way into his coat, providing a warm slipepry lubrication that matted down the stallions fur. Suddenly, Serilde swallows and then pushes down a little further onto the stallion, bringing the rest of his face into her hard mouth. Her beak scratches along the back of his head as she contnues to progress eating him. ***

04:13 Bowstring made a long drawn out whimper as he felt himself dragged forward against the grip of serile's claws. His wings fluttered a few times and his legs squirmed as his whole world went dark. His hooves grabbed onto where she was gripping and tried to make her let go as he kept whimpering over and over. He'd try to say something but his muzzle was kept shut by the tightness of her throat. ***

04:14 < Bowstring> .

04:16 Serilde pushes him even futher down as his head begins to make a bulge in her throat. She'd been woken from her peaceful sleep, and he'd make the perfect midnight snack to get her resting easy again. Removing her talons one at a time, she shifts them into a position to keep his hoovs held against his body as her beak works its way over his shoulder. He could feel the warm wet sensation slowly draw over his body as more and more enters. ***

10:41 Bowstring was relieved when she stopped making him bleed and now just held his hooves to his sides as she prepared to send more of him down her gullet. He gave his wings a few flutters but still held still like before, not wanting her to hurt him again. ***

10:45 Serilde creeps up his body as she continues to swallow around him, plunging more and more of him into the fishy abyss. He could feel the hard mouth around his shoulds, followed by them slipping down her slippery gullet, pinning his forelegs to his side. She gets momuntarily stuck on his fluttering wings, before managing to squeeze them in in an uncomfortable half folded position. ***

10:50 Bowstring would squirm just a little once he felt the unnatural feeling positioning of his wings. He couldn't move much aside from his legs and tail and just kept whimpering over and over as he was sent deeper into her mouth. He tasted lightly of cinnamon and just kept holding still. ***

10:55 Serilde doesnt seem to care as the stallion's wings are half folded as he goes down, though the constricting of her throat would cause the uncomfortableness to turn to pain as he's forced in. Her tongue licks over his belly as he begins to fill out into a slimy sack, purring at his wonderful flavor. Bowstring would begin to curl as more of his body is forced in with only his hind legs sticking out of her maw. ***

11:02 Bowstring would try to get his wings folded up as soon as he was put I into the tight space and tried to get as comfy as he could. "W-what's going to happen to me?" He asked, hoping this wouldn't hurt.... ***

11:05 Serilde cant really respond with pony hooves in her mouth, but a couple more swalows and she can close her beak around them.The tongue presses against the bottoms of the hooves as it pushes them to teh bakc of her throat and then with one final loud gulp, the stallion is sealed away. In her crop the pony is soon forced to completly curl up as his last bulge disapears down her neck. "Well...ponies are prey, and out here there's no one to stop me from making that true, especially since you disturbed my sleep," she says with a grin. ***

11:14 Bowstring whimpered and just kept curled up inside. "I-I didn't mean to wake you..." He said, struggling as best he could in the tight space for only a moment before deciding it was pointless. He just closed his eyes and started to shake again. He had no real way to help himself, and he could only hope maybe she'd let him out or something or that this all wouldn't hurt...

11:18 Serilde massages her crop as she feels the pony struggling about, purring as his movements cause pleasurable sensations within her. She rolls onto her back, letting his weight settle onto her chest, her claws poking harder into her crop. "Well, you may not have meant it, but you certainly did. ANd now, you're taking your rightful place as a pony." She frowns as his movements seem to slow and her food quits fighting. "Giving up already?" ***

11:26 < Bowstring> (Should the claws poking hurt?

11:28 < Serilde> (Nah I dont think so, just uncomfortable)

11:32 Bowstring shakes his head. "Why should I if it's pointless... And ca you please stop poking me with the claws?" He said before slowly starting to shift around again, though more slowly and more consistently than before as it seemed the griffon liked it. Maybe if he did stuff that she like she wouldn't hurt him?

11:36 Serilde frowns even harder at the stallion's response and sighs to herself. Well if he wasnt going to fight now, she knew exactly how to get him to do so. Closing her eyes, she concentrates on her crop, which squeezes and contracts, forcing the pony through a hole on the other side and down into her belly. This new chamber was even tighter and the air smelt rank and sour, making it difficult to breath. "Well, you're right, I suppose it is pointless, snack." ***

11:49 < Serilde> (Boop Bowstring!)

11:53 < Bowstring> (I need a sec

12:02 Bowstring started to whimper over and over and over as he entered the new space. "Oh no... Please don't do this!" He said starting to struggle again as he began to cough and hack in the rancid air. ***

12:02 Bowstring knew where he was now and fully expected the worse... ***

12:07 Serilde begins to purr again, causing his chamber to rumble around him as the slimy sack kneads into his body. The hungry stomach begins to leak its jucies out into the chamber as the movements do their best to coat him in the substance. He'd feel a bit of tingling on his coat. "Well, I'm sorry little snack, but it's too late now. YOu're nothing but griffon feed. I cant bring up past the crop." ***

12:15 < Bowstring> (Can it not hurt?

12:16 < Serilde> (Alright, fixed~)

12:21 Bowstring would whimper and curl up into a ball and hold his face In his hooves trying to protect it from the acid. "W-why d-did you do this?" He was shaking heavily and was just scared horribly of how much pain he was expecting. "I don't wanna die, I just wanted someone to hold me!" ***

12:25 Serilde lets out a soft belch, purging most of the foul air from the chamber and then pats her squirming stomach. "Why? Because ponies are nothing more than food waiting to be eaten. This is your natural purpose. Its not my fault yo uchose to snuggle a griffon." Her stomach was producing more fluid now, continuing to threaten to engulf the poor pegasus. ***

12:31 Bowstring would do everything he could to keep his head above the acids. He couldn't help but whimper over and over, knowing he was doomed. "Can't you eat something that can't walk and talk?" He just kept waiting for things to start to hurt... ***

12:38 Serilde sighs softly as she feels the vicsious struggles within her gut, tracing a talon over the stallion's movements. "I suppose I could, but ponies are just way to tasty to pass up when given the chance." The tingling on his fur would intensify as more and more of his body was covered, but his fur and feathers were largely protecting him from the pain for the moment. Soon the chamber was so full taht he couldnt breath without getting a mouthful of the bitter liquid, and then not long after that, he was completly engulfed, leaving the pony no room to breath. ***

12:42 Bowstring would struggle a bit more intensely and push against the roof of the belly as he tried to get space to breath until finally he was forced to take the acid in his mouth. He'd gulp it down over and over Hoping it would maybe give him some space to breath, but eventually he was surrounded in the acid until finally he was drown in the stuff and went still. ***

12:59 Serilde massages her talongs into her struggling gut, smiling as the pony really begins to struggle for his life. Finally though, she feels the pony begin to go still as his heavy struggles subside, losing the competition with her hungry gut. The griffon lets out a yawn and the soon falls back asleep as her stomach goes to work. Over the course of the rest of the night and into the next day she slumbers as the acids strip away at the flesh, causing her belly to round and soften. As he's absorbed her flanks thicken with new padding. Meanwhile, her gizzard works hard, compacting his bones, fur and feathers into a tight ball. Upon waking, the formel feels a pressure in her gut and excuses herself from her tent. She hacks and coughs as a foul tasting object moves up her throat and then splats down ont he ground. The slimy bulge was a mess of brown feathers and grey hair surounding a ball of broken bones and interspursed with brown fur. "Oh you were a tasty pony," she mutters, before turning her attention to grooming, at which poitn she notices her new fat. "And damn...its going to take weeks to work you off..." ***