A Deal With A Dragon

24 May 2016

22:06 Frankie Drake says "Okay, hop in." *Yawn*

22:08 GyroFeather sticks his head into Frankie's mouth. "Seems a bit of a tight fit to me.

22:09 Frankie Drake leans forward, pushing his jaws over the gryphon's head and closes his jaws around her neck. Frankie Drake made a collar out of his lips for Gyro.

22:13 GyroFeather chirps as it gets rather dark and humid once the lips close around him and feels his feathers pressing into the slippery warm tongue below. As the teeth cage around his neck, he brings a talon to the dragon's snout, and tries to push himself back out.

22:16 Frankie Drake places one of his paws on Gyro's hand, and leads it on down from his nose and into his jaws, while Frankie's other hand reaches for the gryphon's back-end to push him into Frankie's jaws further. The dragon's tongue busies itself licking at Gyro feather's chin and neck, snaking it's way down to his chest when a swallow ripples around the gryphon's beak.

22:21 GyroFeather tries to keep his footing but the slippery scales dont allow him any purchase and skip down against the lips. His face is rather quickly covered in hot drippy saliva that mats down his feathers. He starts forward as the other leg finds his soft furry rump, pushing down into the throat that ripples around his beak, making a small bulge in the neck. "W-wait! I was just playign around!" He says through muffled layers of flesh, squirming in the jaws of the beast as they slowly inch over his chest.

22:25 Frankie Drake isn't playing around, clearly, or if he is, he's making a very terrifying show of it - or has a lax idea of what playing entails. A quick chomp of the dragon's jaws snaps up the gryphon's wings and chest delicately, never prickling the gryphon with the dragon's many pristine pearly white enamels. This puts Gyro Feather's shoulders at the corners of the dragon's jaws; jaws that weave about in an effort to envelop the gryphon's forequarters - struggling a bit with that element of his meal until the pushing paw upon the gryphon's posterior gives a shove and presses the whole of Gyro's chest into Frankie's jaws. The advance has Gyro's head slithering down the dragon's throat, making a prominent swell through his neckfur.

22:30 GyroFeather wraps his his claws around the slippery tongue of the dragon, hanging on for dear life as he feels the hot throat of the creeps up around his chin. The hot humid insides cling to his body as the rank smell of bile makes its way up the throat. He feels the lips sucking on him, moving him deeper despite his attempts to kick out with his hind paws as panic begins to well up inside of him. It looks like he's not going any deeper for a monent, until a good shove dislodges him from teh tongue and seals his entire body in darkness. His blue tail twitches outside of the dragon's lips, but other than that his meal is entirely encased in flesh.

22:33 Frankie Drake has both hands free now, he can lift his head and pick the gryphon up so their legs don't even reach the ground, just pinwheel and kick outside the dragon's jaws - until Frankie snatches both of the gryphon's ankles, one with each paw, and tips his head back, turning the gryphon upside down and dangling them over his jaws, casually lowering them into his gape while swallowing rapidly around them. The walls of the dragon's throat ripple and pulse as they squeeze and knead Gyro, dragging him downward inch by soft soggy inch through the length of dragon-throat until Gyro's beak pushes into the dragon's stomach properly, followed by his head. There's not a lot to see inside of the dragon's stomach, but it sure is noisy, growling and groaning at the gryphon in it's organic chorus*

22:41 GyroFeather feels his weight shift up, in line with gravity which weighs him down towards the belly below. He feels a bit of relief as his angles are suddenly grasped tightly by Frankie's claws and allows himself to relax. "I thought you actually meant it..." he says anticipating being tugged out, only to have his hopes dashed by being lowered teasingly into the maw. His tail wraps around one of the wrists to secure himself as the hot walls wripple around his body, inching him deeper and deeper and saturating his fur and feathers with hot slippery drool. The tiercel holds tight as he's steadily lowerd down pushing into the stomach with a wet shchlorp. In addtion to the concophany of gurlges he can hear the rapid thumping of his predators heart and is blasted with the powerful acidic scent of the air inside.

22:46 Frankie Drake bobs his head in birdlike fashion to guzzle down more gryphon, sidling his jaws higher and higher on the squawkmew until his jaws can close around Gyro's ankles, leaving just his feet poking out of the dragon's jaws. Concerning the gryphon's tail, he doubts it's prehensile enough to establish a proper grip on his arm, and tests this by trying to pull it free of the gryphon's tail's grasp to swallow more of the bird-cat. Frankie's stomach is acrid indeed, making the gryphon's nares itch from the high PH level of his stomach's contents. It's mostly vacant aside from a viscous slurry that the Gyro is promptly basted in when they slide down into the dragon's gut up to their hips, leaving just their legs in the dragon's throat and their toes poking out between the dragon's lips. If Frankie doesn't hold on with his jaws, the gryph would slip right into his belly the rest of the way and be forced to curl up and wait for Frankie to either let them go or subject them to an acid bath.

22:56 GyroFeather feels his heart sinking as he sinks in a bit more with each dart of the dragon's head, first drawing his head into the chamber, followed by his chest and foreclaws. As just his pads and hang from the scalely lips he feels the arm tug. His body slips back up the dragon's throat just a couple inches as his tail grips, but its still slide off the talons, and with a little effort, comes free, only regaining the poor bird a small fraction of a swallow. The tiercel starts to cough from his very first breath as the air carries with it the sting of the acids which works its way into his lungs. He feels the organic chamber quivver and squeeze around him, coating him in some of the warm liquid and what wasnt coated by that was splashed around him by his frantic movements. "Cmon...please spit me back up...maybe I can make it worth your while?" He offers to Frankie, voice muffled through layers of flesh and scales

23:00 Frankie Drake isn't gonna bite on some offer of making it worth his while, he's not buying it! A flaunty toss of his head, a quick gape of his jaws, and one last swallow is all it takes to send the gryphon slithering down into his stomach, leaving his tailtip poking out from between the dragon's lips which he slurps over amicably, and stares down at his swollen stomach region. "Yeah sure, I bet you have more than your weight in food in your pocket." Frankie touts, burps, and squeezes the belly-bound bird with his gut as it contracts tightly around them, churning and kneading them from all sides as the last of Gyro's tail slips out of sight into the dragon's jaws from the gryphon being rolled around within the dragon's stomach, making it difficult to tell which end is up. "Make you a deal though! If I spit you back out or something... Maybe you can... Uh..... I dunno, I got nothin." he scratches the back of his head in thought, then sets in on his stomach, rubbing it with both hands. "You gotta make a better plea bargain if you want to be let out! I'm not just agreeing on a notion that 'you'll make it worth it'

23:11 GyroFeather screes in fear as he feels those lips seal over his over his hindpaws before the hot wet tongue presses on them, sending them down into the greedy gullet. He feels his tail pulled into the lips and sent on its way too leaving him entirely coated in hot drool. Soon the gryphon is forced entirely into that hot slimy sac, curling up as the stomach walls press into him and force him into a rather compact ball. His movements cause the the bulge to wiggle with his form, with several distinct shapes moving around inside the belly. His ears are filled with the rumbling voice of the dragon, sounding like he's being shouted at, surrounded by him. He feels the stomach sharply contract with his burp, purging out a good deal of the air and enabling the chruning muscles to push him around even more, plunging his head underneath the liquid occasionally as he struggles. "Uhh...I can buy you a cow! Thats way more food than I can provide by myself..." He offers. He can feel his flesh already tingling from teh acrid contents. He'd have to get out soon if he was going to get out at all.

23:17 Frankie Drake stands up and paces around thoughtfully, rubbing his chin with one paw while pondering. "A cow huh? That sounds like a lot of work to swallow, you're more in my size range, and more in my stomach as is. Pass!" he hiccups, stomach growling again around the trapped gryphon, kneading the soggy plumage with the dragon's stomach until any further saturation proves impossible. Frankie takes a deep gulp of air to replenish the gryphon's air supply, and gives another burp to expel the stale air. "What else you got?" he asks, poking his stomach, prodding the gryphon's head a few times through so much dragon-fat.

23:25 GyroFeather feels himself slosh around in the slippery chamber as the dragon begins to pace, his form swaying with the momenents. He folds his crest down flat as the dragon rejects his initial offer. He can feel his feathers weighing heavily as he moves around, feelign like he had a sack of bricks tied to each wing with all the moisture they picked up. His talons poke out aganst hte prodding claw as he takes a breath of the fresh air that just joined him. "Uhh....perhaps some gold for your horde? I can give you a large s-!" He fibs. He was flat broke but anything to get him out as another contraction cuts him off, plunging him below the liquid and giving him a taste of the bitter fluid that surrounds him.

23:29 Frankie Drake sits up and pushes on his stomach. "Yeah? Because all dragons just love them a gold huh? That's a stereotype yanno. And those are bad. Like if I called you birdbrain or something! Or made KFC jokes!" The push on Frankie's stomach turns the gryphon around so he's sitting with just his head above the acidic slurry he's basting in. "I -suppose- I could let you out though... Just need a minute to consider if I want to or not!" he teases, patting his stomach a few more times while the growling gurgle around Gyro grows louder.

23:33 GyroFeather flounders back above the liquid as the dragon sits back up and coughs, feeling a burning on his tongue from the acid. "ITs...well largely true...the ones I"ve come across at least..." he responds, digging himself a deeper hole. His flesh itches a little bit more now as feathers begin to slip free into the slurry. "Cmon...please? " he begs, as the nosies grow louder around him. The stomachs squeezing picks up as well, kneading over his form and helping to work out more fur and feathers form his skin.

23:37 Frankie Drake siiighs, and lowers his head, pushes on his stomach, and spits out a very soggy gryphon with a hack and squelch from his insides, as well as a terribly noisy belch. Somehow Gyro seems smaller than before, and the dragon plants a paw atop their back to keep them from escaping, pinning them to the ground and leaning his head down to lick them clean of all the stomach juices they're still covered in. "Alright fine, but I'll expect something worthwhile in the future!" he huffs, nipping the gryphon's feathery head at the back for lack of any ears to attack.

23:38 < Gyro> (awww!)

23:40 < Frankie> I never know what to do in these situations.... ))

23:42 GyroFeather struggles against the muscles as they squeeze his body and in rather short order lands with a plop on the ground. Hot liquid pooled off of him into a surrounding puddle as the gryphon takes a breath of fresh air, though the that was still tainted with his newly aquired scent. "R-right! Whatever you want." he says. His feathers and coat look a little more spares than they'd been previously. He sucks in a breath as he feels the dragon tug on his feathred crest.

23:42 < Gyro> (Its fine! I maybe should have mentioned OOC my pref :P)

23:44 < Gyro> I just cant into willing prey. At least not if it goes all the way :P

23:44 < Frankie> (( I usually just spit people back out when they ask about three times, like that villain in Austin Powers. ))

23:44 < Gyro> (:P alright good to know!)

23:46 < Frankie> (( I don't expect willing prey or anything, I just assume they want something like catch and release if they keep asking.))

23:46 < Gyro> (ahh gotcah!)

23:47 < Gyro> (heh catch and release multiple times, slowly teasing the prey each time, before finally keeping them, thats a fun scenario I've done once before~)

23:48 Frankie Drake lowers his head and nips onto Gyro's neckscruff, picking him up by the nape of his neck and lifting him off the ground. "Yeah yeah - anything - got it." he mumbles, sounding a bit discontent with the offer. Frankie doesn't complain outwardly, more inwardly, his stomach giving a sputtering whine now that it's empty again, and Frankie carries the gryphon up a tree, rolls over, and deposits the feather head atop his stomach instead of inside it this time.*

23:52 GyroFeather is still pantin gon the ground when the dragon lifts him up and then settles back down on the belly. His slime pools on the dragons scales as he lays there, fanning out his wings to allow the goop to drip off of them and dry. "If not that cow...perhaps a finely prepared meal...?" He says, "Just uhh...tell me what you want." He can hear the eager denied eblly rumbling beneath him as he gets comfortable.

23:58 Frankie Drake shrugs lightly. "Like I said, a cow is a hard swallow at my size, you're about perfect to eat though size-wise." the dragon mumbles, licking the gryphon's face, then his lips a few times. "I'm not sure about anything finely prepared either! I'd probably eat too fast and let it go to 'waist'." he sighs

[0:02:35] [25.05.16] -*- GyroFeather lets out a sigh as the dragon turns down his offer. Whatever though, as long as he wasnt on the menu, he could deal with what Frankie came up with. The tongeu leaves a slurpling sound in its wake, adding to teh gurgles below him. The gryphon couldnt get away if he wanted to without a sharp fall as his soaked wings were useless. "You're making it rather difficult to dry off..."
[0:03:51] [25.05.16] -*- Frankie Drake rumbles and wraps his arms around the gryphon, hugging him to his chest. "That's the idea. Can't have you flying away til I decide what I want from you. I suppose though if I can't come up with anything, I might as well just gobble you up again...." he doesn't sound sincere in his threat, and his tail's wagging makes that a little more apparent.*
[0:08:34] [25.05.16] -*- GyroFeather feels himself pressed down into the warm scaled belly, though despite the possisive nature, it made him feel more secure. At least he wasnt going to fall if he moved now. He gives a nervous laugh at the suggestion but shakes it off as the body language seems to say otherwise. "I'm sure you'll think of something..." he says, yawning, worn out from the excitement.
[0:11:51] [25.05.16] -*- Frankie Drake idly curls up around the gryphon, blanketing them in scales and fluff and making a black and white furball of himself in the tree he's lazing in. Gyro wasn't going to to anywhere with so much dragon wrapped around him at least.
[0:14:21] [25.05.16] -*- GyroFeather leaves his blue feathered wings still extended past the dragon as he's curled upon, the only visible trace of the tiercel left to the world for the moment. He gives another little yawn and closes his eyes, drifting off into a sleep, left helpless in the good will of Frankie.