Toying with a Song Bird

4 August 2015

05:18 < Alia> ^_^

05:20 Serilde combs a talon gently through the other griffons crest, with just enough force to scratch the flesh and a teasing grin on her face. "So, the little song bird thinks they can handle an eagle do they?" ***

05:22 Alia was relaxed and had her head resting on the ground as it was pet, but made a little whimper when she heard Serilde. "I um... m-maybe." Her chest feathers stop being puffed up and she stops purring.

05:23 < Alia> [I like to think that Alia gets puffy when she is comfy/pleased, and she purrs when she's happy and that she has a very hard time stopping herself from doing either]

05:29 Serilde stands over the griffon with her chest puffed up and grins a little bit wider. She'd just taken Alia to the ground in a secluded part of town, but liked the creatures resolve. "Well, you know what would happen to a song bird like you if an eagle got ahold of it in the wilde right? You'd be lunch." The formel clacks her beak together for emphasis. ***

05:31 Alia whimpers a little at that, and looks down. "Y-y-yeah... but we are both cats too..." she says, seeming to get anxious now. She doesn't try to run or do anything though, even as the big griffon moves over her.

05:34 Serilde gives a little purr as she sees how the other formel reacts to her comments and then sits down on top of her, stroking her feathers a little bit more. "I suppose this is true little songbird, and you know how cats love to play with their food~" ***

05:36 Alia whimpers again, "W-what are you getting at?" Her feathers are very soft in Serilde's claws. Alia seems to relax a little when she's sat on, and starts to get her feathers all puffy again, which makes her even more soft, but her purring doesn't come back yet. ***

05:40 Serilde lets a little chuckle escape her beak and moves her talons down off the griffon's soft feathers down to her fur, creeping ever lower until the twist around the insides of Alia's legs. "I'm thinking about giving you a little bit of what you asked me for moments ago~" ***

05:41 < Alia> [askin' for what?]

05:41 < Serilde> (A little fun :P)

05:41 < Alia> [ah]

05:43 Alia gets a little smile when she hears that, "Y-you won't hurt me though, right?" Her hind legs seem to get a little squirmy when she feels the claw between them though. Her fur was smooth and soft, almost as much so as her feathers.

05:46 Serilde licks her beak as she stares down at the formel and then gives a little shrug of her shoulders. What fun was it to lay her claw out early afterall. Serilde instead shifts around so that she faced Alia's nethers with her own in the formel's face. Serilde's tail lifts, revailing a glistening triangular patch of pink. "Just enjoy yourself~" She says, a nonanswer to the question. ***

05:49 < Alia> [sorry, i'm passing out]

05:50 < Serilde> (No worries :P)

05:50 Serilde has renamed this conversation to "Playing Toying With a Songbird" ***

05:50 Serilde has renamed this conversation to "Toying With a Songbird" ***

05:51 < Alia> [so, what do ya have in mind for this scene?

05:53 < Serilde> (I think they'll play around a bit, And then after they finish Serilde will swallow down Alia because she likes the feel of having squirming prey in her crop. Course She wont tell Alia she's fine :P And if you change your mind midway, she wont be :B)

05:56 < Alia> [hehe]

05:56 < Alia> [Just only gurgle her after she's gone to sleeps/passed out]

05:57 < Serilde> (So you want me to then? :P)

05:57 < Alia> [depends]

05:57 < Alia> [I'll tell ya when we get there]

05:58 < Alia> [if she doesn't get gurgled, what will serilde do with her once she's done holding her in her crop?

06:00 < Serilde> (Cough her up after a nap, and then probably head on her way. Course Alia could always convince her to be prey afterwards maybe :P and all the implications there of)

06:02 < Alia> [hehe, no cuddles after they're done?]

06:02 < Serilde> (I don't think Serilde would want to cuddle a slimy griffon :P)

06:02 < Alia> [could they cuddle before vore then?]

06:03 < Serilde> (Sure. )

06:04 < Alia> [yay]

06:04 < Alia> [imma nini now

06:05 < Serilde> (kk~)

09:43 < Serilde> (beep~])

09:48 < Serilde> Your post

09:48 < Alia> [yo

09:50 Alia Aliawhimpers when she doesn't get an answer and wiggles her tail anxiously. "b-but I'm nervous." she says as apposed to going after the other bird cat's cunny. She was staring at it though, almost captivated as she tries to work up the nerve to go for it. ***

09:53 Serilde gives a snicker and leans down to stroke their slimy tongue against the mare's button, softly touching and swirling around it. After a couple tastes of the sweet button she pulls off to grin at the formel. "Just relax~and follow along. ***

09:54 Alia can feel the formel squirm and curl her toes as she feels her button get licked at. "O-okay~" she doesn't question anymore and goes at Serilde's button as well, and begins to wiggle her tongue against it without question or hesitation.

09:57 Serilde tenses and and takes in a sharp breath of air at the first lick as the warm feeling blossom from her nethers an then settles back against the other griffons beak. She gives a happy chirp and plunges back into the frat. He beak opens up wide around the slit as she plunges her tongue deep into the formel. ***

10:01 Alia 's legs try to cross and she moans aloud into the other bird's cunny before pushing her own in. She was trembling a little now and wouldn't stop making noises as her own tongue wormed it's way inside of Serilde and licked around.

10:05 Serilde gives a soft squawk into the tight slick tunnel as she shudders from the plunge. Her lips swell further, pressing their sweet juice into Alias mouth. Her wings spread and flutter as the sensations run through her. Serilde presses her tongue against the supple walls feeling over the ridges. ***

10:08 Alia lets out another noise that sounds something between a squawk and a moan into her cunny and starts pawing at the ground with her paws. She keeps licking around inside, lapping up Serilde's juices in the process.

10:29 Serilde feels the pressure building inside of her with each caressing lick inside her. Her tunnel releases more juices with each lick as she moans into Alia. The formel takes short gasping breaths, drawing air across the formel's clit as she hovers on the brink. ***

10:29 < Serilde> (sorry about that)

10:31 Alia starts to tense and moan a little louder as she got closer and closer to her edge. She then arched her back, pressing her body to Serilde's for a moment, before finally starting to blow. She quivers and moans as it happens, but makes sure to keep licking at the larger griffon all the while.

10:40 Serilde feels the formel begin to spasm and squirm beneath her, pressing further into her slit. The push is just enough to thrust Serilde over the edge as well. Her tunnel clenches around Alias beak in rapid contractions squinting her juices over her bleh Feathers. ***

10:41 < Alia> [I kinda need to pass out but I can do more later

10:43 < Serilde> (alright xP)

22:43 < Alia> boop

22:49 < Serilde> (beep)

22:49 < Alia> [continue?]

22:49 < Serilde> Good by me~

22:51 Alia keeps moaning and squirming for a few more seconds before relaxing and going almost still save for the movement of her tongue inside the mare's cunny, which keeps licking and rubbing inside of the larger griffon as she cums. ***

23:01 Serilde goes slack as she finishes her powerful orgasm, laying on top of the formel below her with a happy exhausted look on her face. "That was absolutely wonderful, my little song bird, good for a first time indeed." She traces a talon over the griffon's thighs before turning around, laying side by side with Alia. ***

23:02 < Serilde> (So, did you decide if you wanted Serilde to gurgle Alia? Or for Serilde to cough her up, Alia convinces Serilde to let her eat her for a bit, and then instead gurgles her?)

23:02 < Alia> [gurgle her up]

23:04 Alia snuggles up to the larger griffon the moment she laws next to her and rests her feathery head right on top of Serilde's chest. She then buries her beak in the formel's chest feathers and closes her eyes. "You did great too~"

23:05 Serilde lets a happy smile trace across the edges of her beak and wraps up the smaller griffon, pulling her close to the chest. "So then, little songbird, did you decide you enjoyed tackling the raptor after all? You seemed hesitant," She teases lightly. ***

23:08 Alia says, "I was, but not anymore." she says before putting her own wings around Serilde and running her claws through her chest feathers, "You feel so soft~" she starts to nuzzle at her feathers and gets a big smile.

23:13 Serilde giggles as she feels the formel dig in a little more into her soft plumage, and ssquirms in under the wing, still keeping the formel hugged tight, almost possessively. "Ya...pretty soft indeed. I do have a little secret to it though~" ***

23:15 Alia loves how tight she was being held. It made her feel safe and protected by the bigger birdy. "What's that?" she asks as she keeps nuzzling and rubbing at her feathers absentmindedly.

23:19 Serilde gives a little laugh and drags the claw up over the griffons back a little bit harder, just enough to scratch. "Well remember about how I mentioned that in the wild you'd be lunch? Its the meat of little songbirds like yourself that keep my feathers so soft~" Serilde tightens her grip even more and then licks her beak as she stares Alia in the eye. ***

23:21 Alia squirms a little, and whimpers when she feels the scratch, before starting to squirm a bit more when she hears her talk. "W-w-what?" she looks around anxiously and tries to move away, before going still and looking back into serilde's eyes the moment she saw her staring at her. she stares back, and the fear is obvious in the smaller bird's eyes. ***

23:24 Serilde leans forward and sticks her tongue out, tracing it across the face of the griffon, leaving a small trial of slime, and then pulling it back, smacking her beak with a grin. "Just hold still and it wont hurt, probably" She says, keeping Alia held tight, unable to move. ***

23:27 Alia whimpers and holds perfectly still as she's licked, and makes another long whimper again when she hears Serilde speak. "P-please don't... I-I though you liked me..."

23:30 Serilde opens her beak, giving the formel a good look at where she'd soon be entering permanently. Drool drips down from the top of her beak, and pink insides glisten with wetness. Her foul fishy breath wafts over the face of Alia. "You were indeed very fun, and we're gonna have more. Just relax." ***

23:33 Alia whimpers and tries to push away from the beak. She doesn't resist anymore as it becomes clear she isn't going anywhere though, and holds still again. "B-but I don't want to hurt..."

23:38 Serilde doesn't let the griffon get away, and when she finally goes slack, Serilde leans in and takes the birds beak into her own, licking over it and pushing Alia deeper till she fits up against the back of her throat. Hot drool gets worked into Alia's feathers as the tongue tastes over her sweet cinnamon flavor. Finally, Serilde takes a gulp, beginning to send the griffon down her throat. ***

23:42 Alia starts to squirm a tiny bit the moment she feels the gulp, and makes a loud whimper. She grabs ahold of Serilde's feathers with her claw's, but aside from that she doesn't resist or fight too much. She starts to shake though, it becomes obvious she's a bit scared. ***

23:47 Serilde tightens her grip as she feels Alia beginning to squirm and then takes another big gulp, pulling the griffon's head entirely into her throat and causing a large bulge. The slick muscles grip around Alia's face tightly, pulling her ever deeper, despite the tugging. ***

23:50 Alia keeps shaking but stops willing once she's in the smotheringly tight space. He grip lets up too. She doesn't stop whimpering aloud, but seems to relax almost once everything around her goes dark. ***

23:50 < Serilde> (stops willing?)

23:51 < Alia> [wigglin]

23:51 < Alia> [auto correct was dumb]

23:53 Serilde smiles around the griffon as she goes still and stops trying to pull herself out. She pushes the claws to Alia's side and gulps again, pulling her down further and creeping up over the shoulders. The sharp beak scratches lightly over her flesh as Alia is further coated in drool. Her forelegs are pinned to the sides by the tight throat walls. ***

00:02 < Alia> [eh, I need to go =/

00:03 < Serilde> (Aww alright)

00:03 < Alia> [I kinda don't want to cut the best part in half]

00:05 < Serilde> (What do you have to do?)

00:05 < Alia> [I went all night yesterday and am running on nothing but a 4 hour nap.]

00:05 Alia can't keep his eyes open] ***

00:05 < Serilde> (Ahh)

11:46 < Serilde> (If you're up for playing~)

11:53 < Alia> (Eh perhaps)

12:04 Alia quietly squeaks inside of her throat followed by some wiggling and fighting the very moment she feels the slightest but of pain. She then started to whimper over and over, seeming as if her panic was returning the moment she felt even the slightest bit if pain.

12:04 < Alia> (Alia can't handle a paper cut, let alone a beak scrapping at her)

12:05 < Serilde> (Its not cutting her though xP)

12:06 < Alia> (Yea, but ya made it sound like it wasn't pleasant)

12:06 < Serilde> (Well definitly not)

12:06 < Alia> (Also react worse to the expectation of pain than to the pain it's self)

12:09 Serilde grunts in frustration as she feels the griffon beginning to squirm once more and resolves to push her into her mouth faster. Alia would feel the pressure on her head lifting up breifly as she presses into Serilde's slimy sac, though it would become more cramped as more of the griffon presses in. Her tongue quests up over the songbird's belly, finally slipping past the majority of the feathers and now tasting her fragrant catlike fur.

12:15 Alia oddly enough relaxes almost instantly when she feels the tongue rub against her belly and goes almost limp, even though her whimpers don't seem to stop as she is pressed into the tight space. ***

12:20 Serilde tightens her grip even as the griffon between her beak goes rather limp and continues to feed her into the smelly crop with each heavy gulp. Serilde's chest puffs out proudly with the form of the griffon. She only gives the formel's mound a passing lick before pushign her down further, leaving just the tips of her hindlegs outside her beak.

12:25 Alia starts to wiggle again as she's gobbled down and whimpers loudly as she's pushed into the tight space and turns into a little ball. She felt really uncomfortable and her feathers were matted down with saliva.

12:29 Serilde licks over the food pads as they enter her beak, giving them a loving treatment, going in between each digit, before finally pushing them to the back of her throat and sealing the griffon inside with one final gulp. Serilde flops to the side with her chest bulging, rubbing a claw over it and pressing Alia into the fish smelling slime.

12:48 Alia struggles to push back against serilde so she doesn't get covered but is fairly helpless and isn't nearly strong enough to resist as she's pushed Into the goop. "H-hey! Stop..."

12:55 Serilde gives a little laugh, the motion bouncing Alia around inside of her as she continues to massage the griffon, already covered in her internal juices. "Let me have some fun, and relax, while you're in there you're safe. Relax, enjoy the closeness. This is what you wanted right? Some fun with a predator~"

13:06 Alia blinks. "I-I'm fine?" She asks nervously as she sifts around anxiously inside, before nuzzling against the wall of the crop for a moment. She then tries to move around so serilde is rubbing at her tummy as she massages the griffon.

13:21 Serilde purrs around the form in response to her question, gently massaging against the squirming form that rubbed pleasurabley inside her as it moved. The purring rumbles the entire chamber, leaving Alia feeling it all around. "Yes, you're fine in there," Serilde reassures her,a nd it was true, she was, but as soon as Alia fell asleep, Serilde intended to move her deeper still.

13:35 Alia nods "Okay..." She said with a tiny smile before closing her eyes and pressing her tummy to the slimy walls of the chamber where she felt serilde rubbing. She had her eyes closed and was relaxing whilst the warm chamber rumbled and massaged around her.

13:43 Serilde gently brushes hier claw over the bulge as she feels the songbird begin to slow her motions, purring happily at how easily she managed to subdue the little griffon. The formel gives a little chirp, waiting eagerly form Alia to fall asleep.

13:47 Alia doesn't last too long before simple going still from the onslaught of relaxing sensations all over her body. "Night..." She mutters before resting her head and hugging herself with her wings her wings like a blanket. It took her a few minutes before she was asleep.

13:51 < Serilde> *** Serilde waits a bit before finally pulling a claw off her crop and rolling into a more comfortable position. She says quietly, "Alia~ Are you awake?" and then when a response fails to follow, she closes her eyes, concentrating on her crop. Slowly and gradually, the griffon's form pushes down, disapearing in her chest before shortly after reappearing in her belly. The mucles squeeze and constrict more aggressively as the formel is pushed into a much less friendly and very smelly chamber.

13:55 Alia stays asleep as she's pushed into the space and doesn't start to react. She's silent the whole time too, so it doesn't seem she'll awake to meet her fate. ***

14:07 Serilde 's stomach begins to go to work, secreting the acidic juices that will quidkly work to begin to break down the hunk of meat into energy for the hungry formel. The muscles knead and squeeze around her form, pressing it into her flesh through the fur and feathers and tingling her body. Serilde lets out a loud burp as Alia settles and leans back, patting her gurgling gut. "Oh, you were a wonderful little play thing little songbird. Thats what you get for messing with a predator." Slowly she drifts off to sleep as her stomach labors away and throughout the night the formel is liquified into chyme. Eventually morning comes around and Serilde wakes, with both pressure in her chest and in her rump. The formel begins to hack, feeling a steady rising in her throat as a slimy, scratchy ball creates a sizeable bulge. Eventually the foul tasting lump falls from her mouth and splats onto the ground, spraying stomach juice everywhere. It was a mass of blue feathers and fur surounding and impregnating a wad of broken bones. From the side protruded a small beak, the last recognizable bit of Alia. Serilde grins down at the smelly mass and then turns around. From her rump, she releases a sludge of semisolid brown logs that sag over the pellet and, by the time she's done, completly cover it. Giving the pile one last glance, the formel snickers at all that remains of her prey. "I think this form suits you much better little songbird, a lump on my waist and a pile of waste in the alley~" With that, Serilde leaves the ally and heads home, soon forgetting about the griffon she'd eaten and the pile of remains she'd left behind for somepony to find.