An Offering for a Dragon

29 January 2016

18:54 Serilde had put the zebra on a bed of leaves, tied his legs with vines, stuffed his snout with an apple, and his rump with a carrot. ***

18:54 < Jaxler> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KxAklNZfLws

18:54 < Jaxler> [I'm getting the cancer watching this."

18:55 < Ruzeth> hehehehe

18:56 Mort looks around anxiously, trying to figure out if this was some sort of trap. "H-hello?" He says, looking from side to side, before approaching the zebra. "Um... hi there." He sniffs the zebra once or twice, before curiously poking at the carrot.

19:01 Ruzeth mmmphs and squirms as he sees the rather large creature approaching him. He pulls at his bindings and looks wide eyed at mort. His smell was absolutely wonderful, and as he got closer he could see the zebra was coated in sticky honey. The young colt maons around his apple as the claw dances it around, causing the inside to wiggle deep inside him. ***

19:03 Mort looks confused. "Um..." He lowers his head down for a moment, before licking his longue snake like tongue over the pony's chest. He then brings his claw to the apple and slowly pulls it out. "H-hey buddy. Um... who left you here?" He asks, giving a nervous smile at the zebra.

19:03 < Jaxler> [he's gonna try and figure this out, and then he's gonna put the apple back and enjoy his meal]

19:08 Ruzeth shudders and closes his eyes as he feels the long slimy tongue drag itself across his sticky golden stained fur, disturbing it and leaving a clear slime trail on top. His eyes spring open as he feels the apple pulled from his mouth, followed by a breath of air. His nose wrinkles and he coughs as he smells the foul humid breath of the beast. "Uhhh...I don't know...I just woke up here." ***

19:11 Mort eyes him again. "Oh... okay." He puts the apple back and smiles back at the pony. "Sorry about this but um... you taste really good." He mutters, before giving his cheek a little lick, and then another, and another. His friendly demeanor starts to die away too as a possessive growl rings out, and his belly makes a small noise.

19:15 Ruzeth opens his mouth, asking, "Can you please cut the b---MMmmmph" His words are cut off midsentence as the apple is reinserted into his mouth. He whimpers at the words and pulls his head away from the tongue as it licks over him, pulling off his spicy honey'ed flavor and replacing it with gooey saliva that drips down him. He pulls at his bindings and gulps fearfully as he hears the growl. ***

19:20 Mort then licks up to his mane, and starts licking at it, "I'm sorry..." Ruzeth can feel the dragon's tail start to coil around him, whilst his huge form blocks and view of the world around him. He then hears another long drawn out growl as the dragon's hot breath washes over his head. Mort then gives his forehead a tiny kiss, before opening up wide and even wider slowly letting more into his mouth, taking his time enjoying the honey flavor. The zebra can feel just how hot the dragon's body is, feeling like it was made of fire due to how warm he was and it only got worse when the top of his head was inside of the dragon's maw. The zebra can feel his predator's lips just above his eyes.

19:27 Ruzeth wiggles in the coils as they slowly encircle his form like a snake as the dragon pulls him closer. Hot drool slides down his face from his mane as the tongue runs over it, jingling the coils. He twists his head back and forth, looking for an avenue to escape but all he can see is Mort's big bulking form. The stallion squeals behind his apple in fear as h hears the growl and then finds the lips slowly growing over him. He can see their purple scales glistening from their soaked saliva as an intolerable heat washes ever him. ***

19:31 Mort murrs softly round the pony's head, before brining a claw down to play with the carrot inside of the zebra. As he does this the Dragon's lips keep creeping down further, slowly taking in the rest of the zebra's head as the coils seem to tighten up around him.

19:40 Ruzeth stiffens as he feels the carrot nudging deep within his rump, in tern causing his sheath to swell from the stimulation. His vision goes dark as that hot flesh creeps down around his form. He can feel the tongue wiggling beneath him, jostling his head around as he's drawn further in. The longer he sits there, the more his flavor is lost, leaving mort to have to draw him in further to get at the rest. ***

19:48 Mort only went further along once he cleaned up every bit of flavor, his maw ever sliding further. The dragon's clawed finger then presses hard on the carrot, forcing it inside the pony as his claw replaces it. The dragon then takes a deep breath through his nose and exhales some smoke out his mouth around his prey, and almost instantly the whole space gets hotter than before.

19:55 Ruzeth winces as he feels the carrot pressing deeper into his rump, growing uncomfortably deep and purtting strange pressure on his insides. The sharp claw inside him makes his squirming stop for fear of hurting himself. At the sudden burst of smoke, Ruzeth begins cough around the apple, painful uncomfortable spasms as all the air is forced out of his nose instead of his mouth. The whole space was uncomfortably hot, casuing him to sweat and add a new salty flavor to his myriad of tastes, and making him feel on the verge of burning up. ***

19:58 Mort than makes a weak whimper, before gulping hard around his prey, forcing the bound zebra into his throat. He grabs the bulge with one hand as the other starts to squirm his claw around inside the pony, being careful not to tear a thing. The inside of the dragon's throat was smotheringly tight and hot as all hell.

20:01 Ruzeth feels the tongue rise up and pull him in deeper to the sweltering tunnel, which opens up before him and pulls him into tight slimy flesh that pulses around his form and tries to drag him deeper. He gives a soft steady whine as he feels his sheath plump out more from the stimulation, the tip beginning to peak out. To escape the claw, strangely enough it feels like Ruzeth is pulling himself forward, towards his doom. ***

20:08 Mort grins. That's exactly what the dragon wanted, though he'd keep being painfully slow now, pressing down around the pony making tiny gulps each time, trying to make Ruzeth spend so much time inside of his throat and on his way down. The dragon didn't care how the pony felt, hell he was just food, and that was the exact reason why he took his time, letting the pony worry and spend forever inside the dragon's tight throat that made his fur feel like it was on fire without burning.

20:13 Ruzeth feels his shoulders and then chest slip in past the lips, getting him covered in hot saliva as the tongue licked up his delicious flavor. He feels himself slowly pressing down the hot slimy tube, only making a vague impression on the sides of the throat walls. The hot flesh of the dragon was almost painful and only seemed to get hotter the further he traveled as he acclimates to the heat of only moments before. ***

20:15 Mort keeps pressing down, slowly uncoiling his tail so that he can eat more of his zebra. He purrs oh so happily, enjoying the flavor so much. He starts to pet his throat more firmly, almost as if he was getting some gratification to this.

20:23 Ruzeth feels sick as he hears the purring and begins to thrash around a little hard, though with the claw in his rump he couldn't pull back. The end result was a pleasant throat massage that wound up with the poor little zebra slipping ever deeper. Worse still he could feel the pressure of a claw rubbing against his helpless form, as his hips begin to slip into that firey mouth. ***

20:41 < Ruzeth> (Boop~)

20:42 Mort just goes further and further, before being forced to remove the claw from the pony's behind as his mouth nears his hind legs. As he does so though, his tongue starts to lick around the cock, lathing it up trying to make him squirm more. It felt so damn good when the pony wiggled.

20:51 Ruzeth was at half mast by the time his hips began to slip through those scaled lips, and soon the tongue was brining him out all the way. The soft pink flesh pushes into the slick hot maw, causing the zebra to moan around his apple, deep in the dragon's throat. His body gives an involuntary thrust, followed by another as hes teased, feeling the pleasant sensations flowing from his nethers. ***

21:02 Mort keeps rubbing and trying to make the pony squirm non stop before gulping really, really hard, and pulling him down real hard into his stomach proper. The dragon then purrs oh so loud and hugs his tummy, squishing the meal inside. "That was nice~"

21:02 < Jaxler> [hmmm... mind if the person who left the zebra there so shows up?"

21:04 < Ruzeth> (Uhh sure, what did you have in mind? :P)

21:05 < Jaxler> [some vorephile to rub his belly]

21:05 < Jaxler> [and snuggle]

21:11 Ruzeth bucks against the tongue as the rest of his form is drawn inside, but before he can even manage to get off, the tongue reaches up between his cheeks and propels him into the throat. THe poor little pony squirms as he's quickly shoved the rest of the way, only to plop out into a smelly acidic sac deep within the creature. He found the enviorment absolutely foul and so hot that it was leeching his breath away. It was al he could do to breath through his nose though, forcing him to take in the rank smell. ***

21:11 < Ruzeth> (Sure, next post!)

21:14 Mort 's belly was so hot, like he was boiling away, and only now did it start to properly cook him alive as the hot acid starts to sink into him and burn him as well. The dragon just purrs and relaxes on his tummy, the dragon being very hard and very lethargic. "Good zebra~" ***

21:22 Ruzeth makes a noise of pain deep inside the dragon as the powerful acids sear at his flesh, spurring his lumpy form to move even faster within the belly of the dragon. ***

21:22 < Ruzeth> (Wait)

21:24 Serilde had been watching the entire time as the dragon slowly disposed of her convict with a grin. She'd caught the little thief trying to break into her supplies, and hadn't wanted to eat him herself for fear of being too fattening and ruinging her shape. Stepping out from the shadows she chuckles at the dragon. "I hope your zebra was plenty tasty.~"

21:26 Mort laid his head down and kept purring aloud as he feels the meal squirm. The space seemed to get so much tighter, and the little zebra could feel something long start to press against the belly and grind against it slowly. "Y-yeah... He was really good." He pets over his belly, and gets a big smile. "He won't stop moving~"

21:33 Serilde steps forward towards the dragon with a grin on her beak, coming close enough to rest a claw on his belly and pressing against the squirming form. Her claw steadily strokes over the bulges that appear in the soft scales. "Well, he certainly makes better dragon food than a thief. So...Do I get anything for having provided such a treat?"

21:35 Mort stampers, "W-what do you want?" He was trying to be slow and not make it obvious, but he was still grinding against the bulge on his tummy, or trying to. He felt so horny right now, but he couldn't act like it because someone was around. "T-that feels kinda nice." His tummy was so warm and soft~

21:47 Serilde massages the form of the zebra though his movements felt like they were getting slower in the dragon's belly. "Oh me? Nothing much...I just wanted two of your best fire rubies and frost sapphires and then I'll be on my way," she explains. She turns around and nestles her back right up against the bulge in the dragon's gut, letting her feathers tickle over his soft belly.

21:51 Mort laughs nervously. "I um... I didn't expect to be paying." He says, before resting his head on top of her's like a pillow and starting to grind a little harder, and even pant a bit.

22:01 Serilde giggles and pulls his head into her chest, rubbing over it with a claw. "Of course not, but dragons are know for making fair trades, and you would agree that that's a fair trade right? A pony for just a couple jewels? I'll of course let you pay me later. Just leave them in my cart tonight~" She offers, smiling up at him.

22:03 Ruzeth was feeling like his entire world was pain now as his fur is floating around him, melted off to join the caustic soup. His movements had slowed quite a bit and he was finding himself lightheaded. Finally he exhausts his air and passes out in the stomach, never to wake again. ***

22:06 Mort lets out a long sad whimper when he goes still... "damn..." He then makes a little noise, and starts to be a bit more obvious and his playing. He felt so damn powerful... "I um... I'm not that kinda dragon though. I um... I can pay in bits." He says, hoping it's good enough for her. He nuzzle into her chest feathers and gets a big smile as she pets him. He closes his eyes too and starts to purr really loud. He liked this griff.

22:12 Serilde sighs as well as he feels the prey finally go still in the horrible chamber of the dragon's stomach. She gives a soft nod at the offer and reaches up to scratch him behind the frills. "Sure, bits are fine if you've no gems I suppose." She answer. She fluffs up her chest as he nuzzles her, getting her pleasant scent into his nostirls. Her purrs join his own rumbles and soon they're indistinguishable from each other.

22:16 < Jaxler> [does she know what else he's doing?

22:17 < Ruzeth> (Nope :P)

22:20 Mort makes a small rumble and keeps nuzzling her, though his grinding gets more powerful. He was trying really hard not to let her know, but he was starting to make noises. He whimpered a few times and looked down, he felt sorta bad.

22:31 Serilde was beginning to take notice of what was happening and lightly pushes the dragon's head away. "Woh now! Lets not do anything too much there. You're a bit big to take that sort of interest in me..." she says, trying to wedge herself away from his grinding.

22:32 Mort blushs. "I-I'm not interested in you like that, I really just like cuddling... it's um..." He whimpers. "It's um, what I did to the pony." He says, trying to try and fix this.

22:43 Serilde giggles as she hears his words and nods. "Feels powerful doesn't it? Taking a pony down like that? I do it occasionally myself. Still...why don't we just cuddle...I'd rather not get my feathers messy..." she says, scooting a little futher away from the dragon's hips and giving his face a gentle stroke.

22:45 Mort grins wide. "It feels great, turning someone into nothing like this..." He says, before nuzzling into her feathery chest again. He kept it up now, purring really loud now that he figured he was fine. "Um...you don't mind me doing this right?" He says, wanting to make sure it's completely fine.

22:52 < Jaxler> [boop]

22:54 Serilde shakes her head at the dragon. "Just as long as I'm clean...its fine. You're really warm and cuddly like this. She wraps up part of his head, pulling his snout into her warm fragrant feathers. The soft down tickles over his scales.

22:55 < Ruzeth> (He could have a griffon too, once she passes out :P)

22:55 < Jaxler> [that he could~

22:55 < Jaxler> [he'll wait ti'll he's asleep though. She's too nice to make hurt]

22:56 Mort purrs all happy like, and starts to get a bit tense as he gets close to finish. "Y-you have you really nice feathers." He mutters, feeling so warm and comfy in her chest floof.

23:04 Serilde giggles at the compliment and nods, resting her beak on top of his head. "Well, I do my best to take care of them, much as I'm sure you do your scales. Plus, ponies are the magic ingrideint to healthy feathers."

23:05 Mort purrs. "Hmmm... I-I hope zebras do the same for my scales." he says, before making a small noise. He then gets all relaxed and gets a bit smile, "Thanks for the zebra..." he mutters, panting softly now and going still.

23:05 < Jaxler> [I'm thinking of him asking if they can cuddle more often, and if she says no he'll figure "Okay... welp no reason not to eat her now"]

23:08 Serilde winces as she feels him tense up and then go still once more, casting an eye over to make sure the damage is no where near her. "No problem. As I said, He was a nuisance, and you are gonna pay me for ehim anyways." She yawns and stretches out, getting comfortable against his body.

23:09 Mort shuffles a bit. "Mind if um... we do this again sometime?" He says, before putting his wings around her

23:16 Serilde shifts in his wings and closes her eyes in his warm embrace. "I'm sorry to say...but I'm just passing through. So...only if we ever see each other again I guess..." She explains, letting out a soft purr.

23:18 Mort sighs. "Oh... okay." he whimpers. He figured though he could get two meals for free and never have to let her go~. Mort nuzzles at her. "That's alright. I'm just happy to get cuddles."

23:23 Serilde lets out a soft sigh and finally drifts off to sleep in his warm embrace, enjoying being snuggled up against the dragon. Her feathers are soft and fluffy, providing a comfortable cushion for the dragon to rest against.

23:24 Mort waits until she's sound asleep before giving her a little kiss, and moving his muzzle up from her chest and over her head. He makes a loud purr and gives her feathers a gentle lick, trying to see if she tasted as good as she smelled.

23:28 Serilde doesn't stir at the light kiss, still lying there breathing deep in the throws of sleep. Her feathers shift under the tongue as it licks across them, puling off a pleasant flavor, though certainly not one as tasty as that dressed up zebra.

23:29 Mort hums softly and starts to slowly lower his head down over her's opening his jaw wide as he beings the process of eating the poor girl up.

23:33 Serilde squirms lighly in her sleep as she feels the hot sticky jaws slowly inch over her body, drawing her into his mouth. His gentle movements keep her from waking up as she's slowly covered in his warm drool and drawn deep into his slippery gullet.

23:34 Mort is slow and gentle, and even pets her gently with his claws as she begins to take her head in to the back of his throat, before a hard, powerful gulp drags her in up to her shoulders and shoves her head into his tight throat.

23:38 Serilde 's form is rather easily massaged and manipulated by his gentle claws as she's drawn deeper into his form. Her bigger body makes a larger bulge as her shoulders and belly are gulped after being explored by his tongue and saturated in his hot smelly drool.

23:40 Mort purrs so loud and grabs his the bulge with a hand as the other keeps petting her soft fur. He licks all over, purring so loud, before gulping again, and again, quickly making her belly disappear into his mouth. felt so damn good, making this cute person that was so nice to him into the same mush as the zebra.

23:44 Serilde 's legs were soon all that stuck out of the dragon's scaley mouth and his hot drool dripped down over them as it slathered her fur and matted it dwon. Her bulge moves steadily down her throat beneath his claw as she slowly disappears.

23:46 Mort savors the last bit of her, before curling around his tummy once she's deposited inside his belly with the same mush that used to be a zebra. He even rests his head on his belly, wanting to listen to her digest and feel the bulge soften up.

23:48 Serilde slips down into that hot belly rather quickly once he gives that final swallow, moving down beneath his claw to come to rest heavily in his stomach. Her form bulges out against his head inside, though fortunately she's still fast asleep, oblivious to the horrors of his terrifying stomach.

23:50 Mort kisses the bulge and just waits. The stomach already was in full throttle trying to destroy as much of the zebra as possible, and the poor zebra probably already used up any air in there, so she'd not be lasting too long. ***

23:51 Serilde rouses briefly as evident by the sudden squirming of the bulge. The pain of the burning and the acids brings her awake and causes her to shriek, but there's no air for her to breath. Rather quickly she grows light headed and passes out into the deteriorating mush around her.

23:52 Mort whimpers when she struggles, but gets a smile when it stops. "Just let it take you..." He says, before closing his eyes and nuzzling the bulge. She was his now.

23:55 Serilde was now nothing more than a chunk of meat stewing in Mort's gut. The hot acids work t rip her apart and strip her feathers and fur from her body until nothing recognizeable remained.

23:55 < Ruzeth> (Now for the lovely piles~ Surely they'll be smooth, free of bone, and only have feathers and fur as evidence~)

23:56 < Jaxler> p1 sec~]

00:01 < Ruzeth> (oh and maybe gold rings worth salvaging for a poor dragon :P)

00:02 < Jaxler> [he ain't poor, he just lives more like a pony, and sometimes losses control]

00:13 Mort closes his eyes and purrs nice and loud as he feels the griffon turn into the same unrecognizable pile of mush as the zebra. As he nods off, the two are processed by and sent along his long body, the bugle slowly shrinking until what's left is just a fraction of the two's original mass. The dragon awakes eventually though to the feeling of those two wanting out after he was finished processing them. He groans aloud and gets up slowly, rubbing his new softer form, before lifting up his tail and spreading his stance. He starts to touch himself and begins to rub as he feels himself start to release Ruzeth and serilde onto the ground in wet plops. The pile was so well processed that not even bone fragments were left, and all the feathers and fur were stained free of their old color. There was almost nothing to indicate that the pile was made of two different things, but in truth they were one and the same, just a meal for a dragon. As Mort keeps letting them free, he rubs harder and harder, moaning out so loud as he gets off. Before he even finishes the two he finishes himself and starts cumming hard onto the ground, relaxing and feeling so good about this. Once he finishes off though, he turns around to look at his handiwork. "I-I'm sorry griffon. I didn't mean to dump you like this but um... sorry about getting your feathers messy after all that." He then makes a small whimper. "oh... what am I doing, they're just crap now..." he then walks off, leaving the pile of behind and soon forgetting it like one would any meal. Probably nobody would ever find the pile, and even if they did, the zebra and griffon were so well 'fused' after being processed by the guy, that nobody would ever know who or what it used to be.