Training With a Tiny Gryphon

1 May 2016

22:55 < Serilde> indeed

22:56 < Serilde> we can see how things go ^^

22:58 Der chirps and nods!

23:03 < Serilde> Anyways how about tiny brid start?

23:04 < Der> Where would a tinybird likely find a Serilde?

23:05 < Serilde> Hehehe might be fun if he found her out in a training yard.

23:14 Der glided high above the landscape, gazing down and watching for anything of note to his sharp eyes. A quick change in direction signaled just that, the imposter bird banking down towards a mostly open field, which housed some equipment, but more importantly what seemed to be a griffon, he loved griffons! Almost as much as horses! Der swooped right around the body of an unsuspecting Serilde, before coming to a halt, hovering a couple of feet from her face "Hey there!" He quickly chirped out, in a painfully happy tone.

23:25 Serilde was swiping and jabbing in the air with her talons, and pouncing around the feild being quite active as Der came down towards her. She wore a leather chest peice, helmet, and bracers on each leg. The tiny bird doesnt catch her eye immiedietly and by the time he speaks its too late, she's already in mid lunge with her beak open and catches him between her jaws. She instinctively closes her beak around the bird, blinking as she feels him in her mouth, but not quite sure what it had been.

23:36 Der was hoping the quick introduction would work better then lurking around has in the past, but as the wide open beak of Serilde found it's way around his little spot in the air, those hopes were thoroughly dashed. Der let out a surprised squawk, the shadow cast by the formel's mouth getting darker as it snapped shut. It was all he could do to curl in his wings in an attempt to not get one stuck in an unyielding beak as he was encased in darkness. The griffon stood very still for a couple of seconds in the dark, before giving an unsure chirp at his captor as he rested on her fleshy tongue.

23:39 Serilde makes a face as she gets a taste of the creature in her beak and feels it wiggle aournd on her tongue. She certainly hadnt expected anything to fly into her beak while she was training in beak and claw fighting. Standing there stunned for a second she's brought back into feality by the chirp and opens her beak. Hot fishy breath wafts aroudn the small gryphon as she breaths out, while light streams back over his mildly slimy form.

23:48 Der shuffles forward, and pokes his head out from Serilde's beak and repeats his earlier greeting, just with some sickening happiness removed "Umm, hi there!" If the appearance and beak didn't convince Der this was a griffon, the tell tail fishy sent certainly did! "If you don't mind I will just.. remove myself from your beak, if that is okay" he said before stepping forward to perch on the more stable beak and spread his mostly dry wings to flutter out. The lower half of his body was a different story, retaining just a bit of dripping saliva!

23:55 Serilde wiggles her tongue as she feels the creature shift inside her mouth and poke out into the fresh air. She blinks as it says high again, and responds with a noise that sounds almost like a confused Hi as well though the gryphon on the tongue muffles the noise. She was just about to spit Der out when he removed himself and then lands rather heavily on her beak. This close she can see the glimmer of drool which slowly eases off his hind legs and tail. "Uhh...why did you fly into my mouth? And...I dont think I've ever seen a gryphon quite as small as you."

00:05 Der shifts awkwardly on Serlide's beak, looking into her large eyes "I didn't exactly mean to! I was just trying to say hello to a fellow griffon and your head moved forward to meet me!" The little griffon says with a grin "I think it is a bit early for full tongue kisses, even with a one of a kind griffon like myself!" the bird chirps out, with a bit of a joking tone sprinkled on.

00:09 Serilde rolls her large green eyes at the tiny tiercel on her beak. She then snorts and shakes her head as if too dislodge the gryphon from her beak. "Well, thats what you get for jumping right in when I'm trying to train. You're lucky I didnt accidentally swallow you down when you met my throat. And...kisses....no...just no..."

00:21 Der respectfully disengages Serlide's beak at the head shake, remaining hovering about where he was, just a inch or two higher with his heavy wet tail dropping behind him. "I am very sorry to have disturbed your training then! All I saw from above was a nice formel in a field, I suppose I could have lurked around and waited to make sure it is safe... though that has /bitten/ me also in the past" The little griffon says with a snicker

00:26 Serilde examines the white bundle of fur and feathers a little more closely now that he's hovering just in front of her face, tilting her head around to get a full good look at him. She then chuckles a little at his joke and removes her helmet. "Well, I guess thats twices bitten now, does that make you frice shy?" She giggles. Her crest springs up at the top of her head as the leather comes free, a little messy, but nothing a good preening couldnt fixe to put it back together.

00:39 Der laughs with the formel, and shakes his head rapidly "Never! Being shy results in a very bored griffon, it is worth a bit of excitement to get out in the world!" Der returns the inspection and directs his eyes towards Serlide's now exposed crest, titling his head slightly as he imagines what it looks like all nice and straight! "Helmets aren't kind to feathers, are they?" He absentmindedly comments.

19:11 < Serilde> Do you wanna continue?

19:12 < Der> Sure!

19:14 < Serilde> I suppose then its my post

19:15 < Der> If my logs are correct, it is

19:17 Serilde rolls an eye at his comment and brings a claw back up to tug on the featehrs gently. Its not nearly as good as a regular preening, but she'd need another bird for that. "Well its more important that one doesnt get cracked in the skull by the swipe of a manticore's tail than keeping ones' feathers pretty," She responds, "Though...I expect you just try and keep your distance from them altogether...little one...I've never actually seen a runt quite like you..."

19:26 Der snorts, part in amusement from Serlide adjusting her feather and part from the comment. "This /runt/ is probably too small for any manticore to care about, not enough meat to be worth the effort! Though... I have tested that in the wild." The griffon retorts with a grin "I am sure it would be fine though! I can handle myself! And... you sure you don't need any help with your crest~?" The little bird teases

19:33 Serilde snickers at his comment and nods at his responce. "I suppose you would be too small, about the right size to be an adequate snack for a diamind dog though," She teases back. The edges of her beak curl into a slight frown. She could probably use a decent preening, and she certainly wouldnt have to deal with the eager tiercels back at base if he did. She wavers for a second and then gives a nod. "Sure...I suppose if you want to help, I could use it."

19:45 Der chuckles and nods "Good thing a diamond dog has never got a chance to make a snack of me and most other things that size are nice enough not to have a meal of something that talks!" With a quick swoop Der was suddenly hovering over Serlide's slightly messy feathers and grins "It's the least I can do for interrupting you!" The smaller griffon chirps out before diving down and landing atop the formel's head. The crest feathers he had to deal with where more the twice his length, but undeterred, Der went to work removing any trace of helmet feathers from the griffon's head. Serilde, unable to see what was happening, could omly feel the tiny paws and claws as Der moved around, tugging and pulling her feathers back into a presentable state!

19:54 Serilde snorts at him, shaking her head. "Uhh huh...right...I think you just never venture outside the city limits, that way you're nice and safe usually. I dont think I see many hawks in that busy place...Though please, regail me with your tail of messing with a manticore," The formel says with a smirk. As she feels the heavy weight of the griffon settling on to o fher head, she tenses up, causing the crest to stick up even further, and it takes her a couple seconds to relax. Even such a fierce griffon as she soon begins to purr and coo softly under the wonderful sensations of his massaging feet and gentle preening tugs. She settles back onto her haunches, just enjoying the moment.

20:08 Der spent a fair bit of time adjusting and tweaking Serlide's crest to make sure it was just perfect. The griffon made sure to check several different angles, ensuring that the spacing between the feathers and the alinement of them was just right, and with the quiet sounds she was producing, he saw now reason to rush with it. Standing back near the griffon's forehead, Der chirps out "Done! I'd bet you can't find any griffon that can so perfectly preen!" Flapping his wings, the small griffon takes off from the formel's head and returns to his position in her eyesight and in front with a happy smile "Considering that you are a fierce creature, and bigger then a manticore would be in comparison, can I recount my tail of messing with you and ending up in your hungery maw but breaking free~?"

20:26 < Serilde> (Oh darnit)

20:26 < Serilde> (Sorry Der)

20:26 < Der> (no worries)

20:32 Serilde closes her eyes and basks in the warm sunlight, tilting her head up to catch its bright rays as she feels the gryphon scooting around in her crest. It was taking a while, but she wasnt going to complain at the moment, as i felt quite nice. Eventually, its over and she glances up at the noise, watching as his tail dangles across her forehead and between her eyes. She follows them as he lands, tilting her beak down slightly as his bright snow white paws touch down on her yellow beak. "THat was alright I suppose...The massage was certainly nice." The formel gives him a flat look and facetalons, just narrowly missing swiping the tiercel on the side. "Right...yes...hungry maw. I'm certainly not intending on eating you right now," she responds, rolling her eyes.

20:40 Der grins widely, having ducked to avoid the large set of talons swooping over "It will be a tail for the ages, certainly one to pass onto my kids and my kid's kids, the time when I was inches from certain doom, but this little cleaver bird survived to tell the tail!" From this close, the just massive grin on Der's face was painfully obvious as he was having too much fun with this. "This tiercel is also glad he convinced you of his usefulness, besides being bird seed!"

20:41 < Der> ( Serilde, for pining reasons)

20:50 Serilde lets out a groan as he begins, but then a curious little thought tickles at the back of her brain as she processes what he says, and then gives him an incredulous stare. "Your kids? I'm sorry little bird...but I think the chances of you finding a formel of your stature is going to be quite tough. Plus....I usually avoid the bird seed. Thats for those pretty little song birds...like you I imagine."

20:59 Der shakes his head quickly, his confidant little grin undeterred. " I never said anything about finding another griffon of my size!" He chirps back "As I said, I am a one of a kind~" The little griffon stands there proudly for a second, marveling in his own uniqueness! " Unfortunately, you also will find I am not the best with bird song, and seed has nothing on the taste of fresh raw meat~"

21:10 Serilde rolls her eyes at him as he puffs up and then shakes her beak sending him tumbling off of her. "Yep...certainly something special...I bet that meat that you crave is that of insects too...or carrion," she responds with a snort. "And I dont think you'll be laying with any normal sized formel anytime soon, unless you're looking ot get crushed...and I fail to see what you bring to the table." She responds rather flatly.

21:11 < Serilde> (This is fun~ Prove yourself ot me little bird!)

21:25 Der catches himself almost instantly, with just a blur of feathers the little griffon was back to hovering infront of Serilde, not even having dropped an inch. The little griffon however hovered a few inches closer to Serlide's eyes, not letting her gaze leave him "Oh? You don't? I mean you really seemed to enjoy the simple act of straightening out a couple of feathers" The bird said with an impossibly wide grin "You shouldn't doubt the depths and places that a smaller partner can reach and give a very... personal touch to~."

21:35 Serilde follows him through the air as he takes flight once more and stares near cross eyed as he gets even closer to her beak. She blinks at his words. She had to have misheard him. Was the little gryphon actually soliciting her? Finally watching him for a bit longer she decides yes, yes he was. "Oh my gosh...you're just like every other tiercel back at base," she says with a huff, puffing up her chest and turning her beak up and away. "I'm more than just some pretty little face to have a romp with. I /am/ a warrior." She says, growling. Her tail swishes back and forth over the grasss, much like a cat does when they're aggrivated.

21:47 Der attempts to keep himself from outright laughing and snickers "/You're/ the one that was wondering what I could bring to the table AND you were the one stating I wouldn't have a chance with a normal sized formel!" The griffon squawks back with a huff. "I never said anything referring you to as a pretty griffon, but instead as a fierce creature! I don't see why you are offended at another griffon answering your questions when /you/ are the one that insulted them, saying they eat insects!" he spat out with enough venom for a full sized tiercel.

22:00 Serilde suddenly feels her cheeds flushing bright red behind her golden feathers and raises a claw to sheild the blush from showing through to the gryphon as her expression softens to embarassment. She had asked that hadnt she...but she hadnt meant it like that. The formel clenches her beak and turns one eye towards the tiny gryphon, who, despite his venom did have quite a bit of charm puffed up like a little angry ball. Eventually she manages to get out, "I...right...ya...I guess I did ask that..."

22:20 Der continue to stare in Serlide's direction, his expression unmoved, even as he notice the formel's face slightly flush and expression definitely soften, he was waiting till she responded. After hearing somewhat of apology, he nods, the bird's venomous stare went away, leaving slowly deflating feathers as the only sign he was upset. "Thank you" he calmly says, formally letting Serilde admit she was wrong and leaving it up to the formel to move on.

22:20 < Der> (sorry for the bit of delay)

22:21 < Serilde> (no worries

22:28 Serilde takes another deep breath and then turns to look at the tiny gryphon floating in the air. "Right then...so uhh..." She looks down at the ground and kicks a talon in the dirt. "What did you say your name was again, little bird? I'm serilde," she responds, letting her crest rise up once more. She holds out a single talon as if to shake his. She wasnt going to press those last 5 minutes if he wasnt.

22:35 Der flies down and reaches out with his forelegs, grasping onto Serilde's talon, "My name is Der, it is very nice to meet such a fine griffon like yourself Serilde!" He says, any trace of the previous comments gone and just a happy little bird left. Doing his own part of move the conversation on he chirps out "What were you training for anyway? It's not every day you see talon to talon combat!"

22:36 < Der> (The two lovebirds could always meet up in a more private location then a yard. Bar, home, ect~)

22:44 < Serilde> (I'm sure its plenty private out here :P)

22:47 < Serilde> (Parents call sorry)

22:47 < Serilde> (Gimme some time ^^)

22:47 < Der> (Okays, have fun talking to parrents!)

23:14 Serilde shakes the little bird up and down on her claw before returning it to the ground and strikes a fierce pose. "Me? I mean I gotta keep up my training if I'm going to someday lead the iron talons instead of just being a senior member in the ranks, especially since I'm a formel." She spits that last bit out with venom. "Plus...its not really talon to talon combat...its just form against a training dummy. I didnt feel like being hasseld by my comrades this afternoon, just wanted to blow off some steam."

23:19 < Serilde> (Oh Der just cuase I didnt ping)

23:20 < Der> (You never ping :P)

23:20 < Serilde> (Ye but I delayed and didnt ping

23:23 Der lets go of Serlide's talons as it disengages and drops back down to the ground, the smaller griffon flaps backwards and looks at the impressive pose, a smile returning to his beak. "I'm sure you will make a fine leader one day, you seem just as fierce as tiercels I have had the pleasure of knowing!" the griffon chirps out. "I would offer to help with your training, but I am not sure if I am agile enough to put your talon and beak work to the test!

23:28 Serilde looks at der with a bit of a giggle as he lands on the grass and sits down on the ground next to him. "I mean, I'd be worried that if I caught you with a swipe or nipped you with your beak, a little thing like you would crumple rather quickly anyways. Delicate as a little feather you look."

23:36 Der was as confident as ever, as certainly wasn’t going to show any weakness after the conversion a few minutes ago! "I am not sure I am as much as a delicate little feather as you seem to imply! You'd be surprised what a tiny little griffon can handle" the bird says with a smirk. "How about we do a two fold test, you must try to capture a little escaped griffon, without using too much force in the process~?" The bird says grinning "Seems like a fair bit of fun on both our sides~?"

23:42 Serilde snorts at Der as he puffs up and makes a show of it. "I thought you said you werent agile enough to keep pace with a formel of my stature~" She teases at him. Lowering a claw, she scratches against the back of his crest gently. "Still, if you think that you're up for it, sounds like it could be a bit fo fun training," she grins down at his form, and then lowers herself to eye level. "Well whenever you're ready~"

23:52 Der grins at Serilde, now looking at her eyelevel, "I said I wasn't sure if I was agile enough... we shall see if that is true or not!" He teases back! The little griffon was obviously enjoying the careful and gentle scratches provided by the larger griffon. Quicker then any normal griffon could react he caw'ed out a quick "Ready" and dashed off through the grass. His little talons left a small spray of dirt as he headed towards some training equipment on in the yard.

23:58 Serilde feels the tiny form rush out from underneath her talons rather suddenly and then sneezes as the dirt makes its way into her nostrils. Shaking her head, she gets her bearings and catches sight of the little griffon. In a rush she dashes off after him, aiming to not let him get the better of her. "I figured you were just going to dodge and weave, not run!"

00:03 Der glances backwards at his pursuer, "Running is only the first step! I need to get you chasing to dodge and weave!" the little griffon cackled out "I'm escaping after all!" Der made sure not to keep a straight path through the short grass, as Serilde would most certainly catch up to him and end this challenge. The small griffon took advantage of any training equipment in the yard, weaving between bars and poles, circling around them and quickly changing direction thanks to the lack of limiting momentum.

00:10 Serilde dashes across the yard, feeling herself gaining gaining on the little tierce as he rushes towards the equipment. Quickly this becomes a little bit more of a problem though as he dodges and weaves around neatly organized stacks of currasses and weapons that Serilde had to go the long way through. Still, she was fiarly quick on her paws and managed to keep a good pace with the tiny bird, despite him being on wings. At this rate, she'd soon be within pouncing distance.

00:21 Der didn't have time to look backward, though he could hear Serilde hot in his tail. The little griffon's wings pumped as if he was really being chased by something that wanted his blood and burned at the sudden exertion, just trying to turn this corner or pull around this pile of sharp spears, constantly trying to out pace something much larger and stronger then he was. There was one main disadvantage that the little griffon had against Serilde, was that he didn't know the yard inside and out like any experienced griffon would know. This lead him to several situations where he was just a inch or two way from being knocked out of the air. Rounding another corner, Der raced to the next 'obstacle course' in the field, though the pounding of foot steps and winds behind him debated either he would make it or not.

00:30 Serilde breaks a sweat as the gryphon dashes around and leaves her on a chase around the yard, but she was in wonderufl shape and despite the 10 minutes of going at it she was still breathing easy. Still She growled each time Der managed to slip just through her claws when she was certainly moments away from having him. She had to hand it to him, the little thing was certainly agile and she was getting fed up and was willing to increase the force now. Finally Serilde was right on him in a clear stretch. He certainly wasnt going to get away from her now. With that she throws her whole body into a leap, pouncing forward and attempting to wrap the bird up in her claws.

00:31 < Serilde> (Of course if Der slowed down just enough, eh could maybe collide elsewhere if she leaped mostly over him~ :P)

00:32 < Der> (Almost as if you want me to chose that option~)

00:33 < Serilde> (I'm just saying its an option :P)

00:46 Der beat his wings furiously, trying his best to stay ahead of Serilde and give her the best race possible, every near miss and close encounter with her sharp claws just pushed him to go faster and dodge quicker. As quick as he could go though, it was no match for the straight line speed of such a well trained griffon. Seeing the shadow of Serilde overhead, Der flared his wings, but couldn't stop himself in time as a pair of razor sharp talons descended down upon him. (Option went to a coin flip :P)

00:47 < Serilde> (I'm gonna call it a night here)

00:48 < Der> (Okays!)

11:17 < Serilde> I suppose it smy turn!

11:17 < Der> it is!

11:20 Serilde keeps her eyes on him as her leap takes her closer to the bird and then she encircles him roughly with both her claws. Tucking her wings and her head, her momentum carry's her into a roll, that does one full circle before coming to rest upon the grassy ground, with der clutched against her chest and a tad squished against her soft feathers. Breathing hard, she lets out a little snort. "You didnt think you could get away from me, did you little bird?"

11:36 Der folded his wings along his back as the cage of sharp talons encircled the small creature. Momentum carried him on for a split second, before that cage curled inward to form a firm grip around him. Blinded from the rest of the world, everything became a blur as Serilde rolled on the ground. Seconds later, Der lay there, a bit crushed between the hard talons and much softer chest feathers with his chest moving rapidly has the bird caught his breath. Hearing his captors' taunt, the griffon smirked and chirped back out “I gave you a good run though! You can't saying catching me was easy!”

11:36 < Der> (Buhhhhhh, someone is requesting I meet them to deliver stuff)

11:49 Serilde lifts her talons up along her chest, dragging the bird opposite of the lay of her feathers and poking him with the shafts. She pulls him out to her face and cups him loosely in her talons, staring down at him over her beak. "Yes, I suppose thats true, you did certainly give me a bit of a workout but I've certainly gotten more of a workout from other gryphons." She says with a frown. Her breath washes over the little tiercel. "Soo...waht now?"

12:08 < Der> (Sorry, was showering, I should post, then I should disappear for a short while to deliver things)

12:11 < Serilde> (kk)

12:17 < Der> dragging was over the little griffon sits back relaxed in the formel's talons as she holds him more comfortably, and getting a nice look at her beak as she talks. "I am sure other griffons also could continue with claw to claw practice! I think for me, even claw on griffon combat would be one sided!" He smirks out "I don't know, what would a warrior do with her catch?" He says grinning as the

12:17 < Der> still fishy bird breath washed over him.

12:18 < Der> (copy paste fall)

12:18 Der chirps out in mild pain as Serilde attempts to stab him with her feathers, repeatedly. Once the painful dragging was over the little griffon sits back relaxed in the formel's talons as she holds him more comfortably, and getting a nice look at her beak as she talks. "I am sure other griffons also could continue with claw to claw practice! I think for me, even claw on griffon combat would be one sided!" He smirks out "I don't know, what would a warrior do with her catch?" He says grinning as the still fishy bird breath washed over him.

12:24 Serilde cocks her head with amusement down a thte little gryphon and rolls her eyes. "Well, I dont think you'd want me to treat you like a catch." She sticks her tongue out and slips it between a hole in her claws and licks up against the litte gryphon's fur and feathers, leaving a warm trail of drool and drawing out his flavor once more. "If you were a bird or a rabbit, I'd probably just eat you here and now~"

14:39 Der mirrors Serilde and cocks his head the other direction, shivering at her tongue’s contact, soaking his furry underside and leaving a slick warm coating to his chest feathers. The little griffon holds his confident smirk "It is a good thing then, that I am not just a little bird! Instead I am a little bird that talks!" He chirps out while holding up a talon "It is an important distinction! Aaaaand, you already spit me out once~"

14:44 < Der> (Very sorries for that)

15:14 < Serilde> (no wories. I'm preapred to post now.

15:20 Serilde smacks her beak and murrs gently as she admires his flavor, grinning down at him. "Well...if you insist you're a bird, I'm not sure how imporatn that distinction is~ I hear of little ponies who can speak with other birds...so they can talk too." Still she opens her claws up just enough that the Der can escape down beneath her fuzzy belly if he so chooses.

15:41 Der shakes his head "I am not sure I agree with that logic there!" He chirps out, sounding a lot like a little bird "And uhhh... you're obviously not a pony, and you are talking to me, so by that logic, it is a important difference!" He says, starting to sound a little bit nervous at Serilde's tone. Scooting back in her grasp a little and finding the slight gap in the cage, he slips out and away from the hungry beak.

16:02 Serilde tightens her claws as she feels Der slip through them, and snags his tail for just a second before that slips free as well. with a frown she makes herself heavy, determined to not let the little gryphon get away, as she wasnt done playing. Still he'd find a dip in the ground that would come to a dead end right where the formel's feminine tunnel began.

16:05 < Serilde> (appologies for being slow Der, I got distracted w/ finishing htat painting)

16:06 < Der> (No worries :p )

16:15 Der wiggles out from Serilde's grasp and with a tug pulls his tail free as well, though ends up trapped underneath the griffon. Above him was the soft, heavy and unmoving body of his captor, and below was the rough grass field. After a bit of wiggling between the two, the little bird found the relief of a rut in the ground, probably left there by some heavy equipment. Moving as quick as a mouse, Der dashed though the abrasive grassy dip, but as quick as he was, he was as blind as a bat and hitting the end of the path he pressed back up against the formel's soft underside, unknowingly wiggling himself against her very private entrance.

16:25 < Serilde> (Parents are chatty >.<

16:28 Serilde grunts as she feels him moving beneath her down towards her hips and rolls her eyes. "Oh cmon, I was only joshing you. I wouldnt actually eat a little gryphon." She syas, her voice muffled to his ears deep beneath her body. Getting comfortable, she lays there as he moves deeper until a soft squeak escapes her beak as his body brushes up against her soft lips, which exude a powerful lusty fragrance. "W-what are you doing down there?" She asks with some hesitation in her voice.

16:44 Der was blind to sight, but the sent that flooded over him made it very obvious to where he was at. It was somewhat reassuring that he wasn't already dead, being where he was at! Though the smaller griffon did not want to test this larger griffon's patience, especially considering how hostile she got before at the idea. Der turned around under Serilde, his feathery wings brushing along the sensitive lips before he attempted to leave the way he came. The griffon ran into a small, or rather heavy problem, where he was under Serilde proved to carry the least amount of weight and as he tried to burrow is way back out, all he ended up doing was pressing up against the formel's deep entrance.

16:50 Serilde blushes red in the face as she feels the pleasant sensations of the the little gryphon pressing up against her warm entrance, which begins to puff out from his machinations. Soon he can feel it begining to drip its warm juices onto his feathers. With a frustrated and yet pleasured growl, the formel pushes a talon down towards the bird, and soon she could feel it brushing his feathers. There was only one way for him to go now if e didnt want to face an angry gryphon.

17:01 Der could feel something brushing against him and chirped out in panic, the little griffon jumping upward and pushed himself into the slicked lips. With the natural lubrication coating the tiercel, it didn't take too much effort for him to slip past the poorly guarded entrance to her intoxicating cave. In just a few seconds Der went from trying to scurry his way out from underneath Serilde to taking the other route and quickly climbing into her, little talons and claws causing tiny pin pricks against the sensitive flesh.

17:16 Serilde suddenly goes wide eyed as she feels a weight in her tunnel and then shudders as the little creature climbs his way deep inside of her nethers. Her breathing picks up as the tendrils of pleasure rush through her body from each tentalating step. She shudders around the little gryphon as her tunnel contracts on his form, squishing around him like a tight fragrant glove and moestening his feathers. Rolling back onto her back she looks down at her gaping lips with a disbelieveing look. Still at this point it was too late and she was feeling rather aroused.

17:27 < -> Seaward_Skies is now known as Kian

17:32 Der blindly climbed farther into Serlide's depths, and pushed back against the contractions around him, bulking up his form a bit with some help from his wings. The licks from earlier could not even compare to the drenching moister that surrounded him, soaking him to the bone on hot fluids. Gravity shifted around in the dark cave as Serilde rolled to her back, causing the little spelunker inside to try to catch himself with his little claws.

17:41 Serilde emits a loud carnal scree as she feels the claws scrabble on her sensitive flesh, and her heartbeat quickens, thumping in Der's ears as she finds her self rather immensely enjoying the little gryphon in there afterall. Her claw reaches down to her nethers, but instead of reaching inside, it finds her sensitive nub. "Oooh~" she purrs, feeling her cheeks flush even more and her body temperature rise. She wasnt going to admit it, but it was becoming rather apparent that she's enjoying her little passenger.

17:56 Der could hear, no feel, Serilde's heartbeat racing, every thump sending a pulse through his body. Being able to hear some of the noises the formel was making reverberate through her body, the little passenger grinned and decided to take a more active roll in all of this. Der nuzzled his little beak into the hot flesh around him, lapping at the walls and he pushed his wings outward, bracing them against the constantly moving surface and running the wet feathers against it.

18:02 Serilde gives anothe rloud cry as she feels the passenger inside pressing rather intently up against her soft walls which ripple against his small form. They clench and squeeze up against Der, and yet give in to his every movements in a way that brings them to rub up between his hind legs. Her talon play over her nub even haster now as she closes her eys and lays back. Boy she hoped that none of the tiercels decided to find her like this.

18:12 Der splays his hind legs out wide, using his wings behind him to press his underside against the rippling flesh, as the little griffon humps his small little pride into the hot walls. The overpowering muscles around him, constantly threatening to crush his little form, caused the griffon to shiver with pleasure, his licking beak turning into little occasionally nibbling beak.

18:18 Serilde feels a pressure building from all the stimulation the litlte gryphon is providing, along with the added sensations of her claows, and feels herself in near heaven. Finally she's pushed over the edge, screeeing loudly, her entire body quivers and squeezes as Der is drawn up deeper in the canal ash erh walls press on his form until he reaches as fra as he can, buting up against her tight cervix.

18:31 Der feels the formel's walls crush in on him, pressing his wings tight against his body and squeezing his light form deeper into her body. As he is drawn up the long tunnel, he lets out a quiet little muffled scree, his sensitive little cock being pushed beyond it's limit from the rush of tight flesh running by and contributing minority to the mess being made. Anything he was added was simply overwhelmed by the flood of sweet fluid that otherwise filled the tunnel. Running into and being pressed against the end of the line, the small tiercel wiggled and squirmed in shear pleasure from all around, his little wings weakily fluttering.

18:38 Serilde feels her orgasm linger as the gryphon continues to shudder and squirm within her quivering tunnel. Finally the throws of her powerful orgasm are over as the tunnel relaxes around the little bird, and Serilde falls lip, letting her legs and wings splay out, and her tongue hang from her beak. Breiathing hard, she hives a loud sigh, "Maybe you werent so bad after all...little one..." She admits. "Never had anything quite like that."

18:49 Der goes completely limp inside the tunnel, Serilde's body having squeezed most of the energy out of him. He lays there, panting in the hot steamy air deep inside the depths, trying to catch his breath. The little bird gives a weak little chirp from inside in response to the formel's praise and sighs, not wanting to think of the trip out with his tried... everything.

18:56 Serilde continues to breath hard as she brings a claw down to rest on the little bulge in her belly that the tiny gryphon made. She hives a gently little judge to it, trying to prod him into coming out. "Alright...as nice as that feels...if you stay in there...tooo long...I might recover..." she says between panting breaths, "And then I might not want to let out out for a bit again..."

19:07 Der chirps again at the nudge from the outside world, and cocks his head listening. With an acknowledging chirp, Serilde could feel the little form of the griffon inside of her moving. Trying to do as little as he could to arouse the formel more, Der slowly crawled his way to freedom. After what seemed to take way to long, a little bird head could be seen poking out from Serilde's exposed nether, and a second later, a Der tumbled out, landing on the formel's tail.

19:15 Serilde sucks in a deep breath as she feels his body moving hrough her deep feminine tunnel, breathing in and out and keeping her eyes closed as she does her best to not get further aroused. She shudders as she feels the bird finally slip free of her warm nethers with a splorch and then fall down on her fuzzy tail. Her breathing is labored as she trys to calm her heart as it begins to race once more, no paying any attention at all to the dripping creature that just popped out.

19:25 Der rolls off of the fuzzy and damp tail and into the grass covered yard. The little griffon rolls a couple of times to get himself free of the downed griffon's tail, and to help shed some of the sopping wetness he had obtained. After a while, Der rolls to his feet and flutters his little wings out, sending droplets various fluids off of them and slowly drying out his flight feathers. This griffon was going to need a good bath. Not being quite as out of it as Serilde however, he kept a lazy eye on the griffon shaped hill nearby.

19:29 Serilde reaches out a talon and plucks the now damp gryphon out of the grass and holds him up abover her chest. She slings him back and forth a couple times to clear any remaining drips off and then smiles at him. "Well its been fun little bird. But...you mustent tell any other birdy about what has transpired here got that? I think the tiercel's might have unkind words to say about me using you as a little toy."

19:39 Der did not successfully sneak away! The little griffon flails around as he is slung about, not really appreciating the intense drying he was getting! After shaking his head clear, he looks down at the smiling formel and is rather relieved, letting out a small sigh. A small and familiar smirk returned to the griffon's small beak "Your secret it safe with me.... but I don't think any other birdies would be talking to griffons about such a thing even if I told them~" He teasingly chirps and snickers "And what, will they want a turn with me~?"

19:45 < Serilde> (If der wants noms he best make a joke about getting to see his chicklings when they hatch! :B)

19:47 Serilde bites her tongue and shakes her head as she looks up at the wet creature and then sets him down on her chest. "Ummm well probably not unless you really tried to convince them...but still...and I serously doubt any of them might want a turn...and if they did...well I cant imagine you enjoying getting that smelly," she teases with a chuckle. Her warm breath blows over him, ironically causing the juices on his feathers to chill him as it carries the moisture away.

19:48 < Serilde> (or about fining a formel to carry his chicks, or smth)

19:52 Der shivers, little bird did not entirely enjoy being wet and shrugs "If they wouldn't want a turn, can see why they would mind you hogging a little birdie~" Der lays down in Serilde's soft and warmer feathers, and all of a sudden a massive dumb grin spreads across his face "Do you think you will need any help watching over the eggs? I am available most of the day!" He snickers out at the formel.

19:57 Serilde rolls her eyes at the statement and snorts. "Hogging you would imply that we do this again...I dont think I'm going to be drunk enough for that in a long time..." She says. Then her eyes go wide and she blinks at his next question. What was the little tiercel getting at... Suddenly the look of recognition hits fer face and she narrows her eyes at him. "The eggs? Why what ever do you mean?" She asks, drawing her claws near him in his blind spots, ready to grab him if his answer wasnt to her liking.

20:01 Der holds his grin steady, being a little overconfident bird, "You weren't even drunk this time, so does that mean we can do it again sooooner~" He say and shakes his head "What is there not to mean silly? Don't you know that you should use protection when putting an entire bird in you?" He says with a cocked head and a curious look.

20:07 Serilde certainly isnt happy about that if the growl that escapes her beak is any indication as she swipes up the bird into her claws and then dangles him by her pair of wings. "You did not have permission to do that inside of me, after you forced your way in. You know, I think we'll be doing this any time again in the future," She lowers him to her beak and opens it wide, showing hte pink flesh beyond the hard curved snout and then pushes a slimy tongue out to lick at his chest again, pulling off the sweet taste of her own fluids.

20:14 Der flattens back his feathers at the growl, and starts with a confused "Wha-" before he found himself once again in the grasp of the formel, only this time being held uncomfortable be his wings and... over that large beak of hers. The small bird struggles at the slimy lick, trying to push it away from him with his hind legs. "H-hey! I- that- you can't! I'm sure nothing will come of that!" He frantically chirps out!

20:19 Serilde rolls her eyes at the little morsel just an inch away from her beak. Her hot breath wafts over his face as she speaks, smelling of fish, "Dont worry, I'll give the eggs to broodery anonymously when I lay them," She says, before lowering him down into her hot slimy beak. THe slippery saliva presses into his fur and feathers as it drips off the ceiling. Then, letting go of his wings, she retracts her fingers and snaps her beak closed, sealing him in dark dampness once more.

20:39 < Serilde> (Boop Der?)

20:43 < Serilde> (To the Derly departed)

20:46 Der quickly shakes his head, trying to deny the situation at had, "No... please don't" he whimpers out as he was surrounded by the shadow of Serilde's' beak. The small griffon weakly struggled as he was coated once more in the formel's slimy saliva and then dropped onto her waiting touch as she let go and sealed him in with a snap of the hard beak. Shaking, in the heat of her beak, now in fear instead of cold, he grabbed a hold of the squishy muscle underneath him, hoping in someway he could just hold on.

20:46 < Der> (soortU)

20:56 Serilde rumbles at his flavor as she scrapes off the layer of sweet formel cum, drenching him in hot thick drool. Her tongue curled around him and swished him around in her beak, pressing the morsel hard against hte roof of her mouth. She certainly was enjoying his flavor and wasnt going to let him go this time.

20:56 < Serilde> (Der)

21:10 Der feels the tongue under him curl and slip right out of the little bird's grip. Without anything to hold onto, he was at the formel's mercy as she swished him around inside her beak, bouncing him off of the hard sides and then crushing his body for a second time today, only now against the top of her beak as she toyed with him. Der flailed against Serilde's tongue, his wings helpfully flapping and made useless being drenched in saliva and the pressure forcing out a pitiful chirp.

21:17 Serilde grins at the sides of her beaks as she feels the little gryphon figthing her every movement, but failing to do anything inside of her. Finally tired of her game, she pushes her tongue to the back of the throat, curling it around the tiny tiercel and shoving him down into the pit of her gullet with a loud glck. She could feel his bulge, as she brings a talon to her neck, slowly making its way donw towards her crop.

21:27 < Der> (Family are the worst)

21:37 Der feels Serilde's tongue curl back more, flipping the small bird on it over and causing him to slide back as the entire mouth shifted to help gravity pull him to the back and the entrance to the formel's depths. Der barely even slowed down the massive gulp around him, as suddenly he was in another tight muscular tunnel squeezing and massaging his body, only this one was forcefully pulling him downwards with a rhythmic pattern.

21:42 Serilde follows the little birds bulge till he disapears into her chest cavity and giggles. "Well, a good workout, a a wonderful toy, and a tasty treat. I must say, you provide for all of a girl's needs der~" She hums as she rolls over onto her claws, spinning the little gryphon around in her slippery crop as he spills out into it.

21:50 Der literally couldn't do anything but wiggle slightly as followed the long path down, the force of Serilde's throat even making it hard to breath. After what felt like minutes, the little bird pressed into the formel's stinky crop and flopped in with a gasp for 'air', if you could call it air in there. He didn't get much of a respite though, as he suddenly found himself sliding along a slimy wall and tumbling when the griffon got up. Spitting out some foul slime, he yelled out "And you murder other griffons!"

21:54 Serilde snorts and pats her crop as she hears his call back muffled and distorted through her flesh. "I believe you said taht you were a bird. Anyways, I dont think you deserve anything less for that stunt, and you did already try and feed yourself to me. I'm sure this is your subconsious wish," She says nonchalntly. Then the formel makes her way to her pack and breaks out her lunch. Squishy chunks of bread and cream chees and salmon make their way down her throat to fill out the same sac as der. The muscles in the chamber knead and massages the different foods into his feathers.

21:59 < Der> (/me eats food while rping being food)

22:10 Der caws back at Serilde in anger, it was obvious though that he would not be changing this formel's mind as he sat back in defeat in the squish sack. The little griffon had no idea what was going on in the outside world, all he could hear were the various and hungry sounding noises emanating from deeper in the bird. Der soon however found the reason that she was holding him there, a large and mushy piece of bread landing right on top of the poor bird. Scrambling out from underneath the food, Der attempted to stay ontop of the pile, though as the larger griffon continued to chow down on her lunch that became harder and harder. It was all the little birdie could do to stop himself from getting kneaded into the growing disgusting pile of mush.

22:19 Serilde tops off her meal with a vine of grapes, which she squishes beneath her tongue before sending them on their way donw her gullet. Her crop muscles clench and squeeze around the creature inside, providing him no real escape from getting the disgusting mushy blob from intruding into hs feathers and squishing into his fur.

22:31 Der gets completely covered in the rest of Serilde's meal, her crop treating him as nothing more then an overside chuck of food, which at this point was all he was destinded to be, it was just a matter of time until her cruel playing went to the next spot

22:39 Serilde lets out a soft sigh and settles back down into a laying position. It wasnt good to exorcise on a full stomach afterall, and soon her crop would insure her of just that. It squeezes and squishes the meal down through the lower opening of her crop. A short while later it opens up again into a foul smelling chamber, smelling of sour vomit. The chamber gurgles around him and squeezes his form, churing at the tiny tiercel.

22:56 Der attempts to 'swim' up through the mush to stay out of the tunnel below, but it was no use, all he ended up doing was delaying the inevitable as the crop squeezed in and sent him downward with a defeated chirp. Seconds later he reappeared being pushed out into Serilde's stomach, where the rest of the mush and fresh acid eagerly awaited him. Coughing, Der splashed down into the caustic fluids, which quickly soaked his entire body as the stomach walls churned and kneed the meal. The formel's crop would be relaxing compared to this, every breath burned his lungs, and his body was starting to sting from the digestive fluids.

23:06 Serilde couldnt really hear the noises he was making now with how deep he was inside of her belly, but she did know that the exorcise and subsequent sex was making her rather tired. With a yawn, she settles down and closes her eyes, drifgint off into a light sleep. Inside her stomach, the muscles squeeze around the little gryphon, kneading his form into the liquid and the mush of food, making it difficult to remain oriented. Each squeeze brings a loud squelch or gurgle, adding to the loud thumping of the heart near him.

23:25 Der felt that his entire world was pain, every motion from Serilde's stomach pushed him around, introducing fresh acid to a new patch where feathers and fur were missing from and them pressing his body into the increasingly mushy food as the strong juices worked their magic on both of them. He had no clue if his eyes even worked anymore, having mistakenly opened them while his head was rolled under and leaving them to burn in pain with the rest of his body. Even breathing and making any noise was becoming a challenge, acidic air burning his lungs and making him light headed. With a final pathetic noise, the small morsel slips under and stops moving.

23:38 Serilde wakes an hour or so later, though her stomach is going strong, even if the creature inside had long ceased to be. Without a second thought, the formel returns to her training, sparing against a practice dummy and hopping aroudn the yard. As the sun begins to set, the mush in her stomach had been whisked away, leaving only fur, feathers and bone which put pressure on her throat. Serilde begins to cough and gag, angling her head downward, until a small white pellet, full of feathers, bone and fur, only colored by the yellow of the tiny creature's beak, falls from her mouth and lands in a steamy pile upon the grass. Steam wafts up in wisps, carrying the sour smell of vomit and leaving the taste on teh formels tonge. Making a face she swallows the residue down and head away fromt eh feild. That was always the worst part of live prey. True to her word, when she laid some eggs down the line, the formel does donate them to a hatchery, and a couple even break out, leaving tiny der/serilde spawn to grow up big and strong.