Stats

The RP has a total of 27 lines, 2107 words, and 11383 characters.
The average line consists of 78.04 words that themselves average 4.4 characters taking about 8 minutes, 6 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 17 lines, 1370 words, and 7523 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 80.59 words that themselves average 4.49 characters taking about 8 minutes, 25 seconds.
Nyama said a total of 10 lines, 737 words, and 3860 characters.
Nyama's average line consists of 73.7 words that themselves average 4.24 characters taking about 7 minutes, 41 seconds.

23:20 < Nyama> true hehe.

23:27 < GyroFeather> Sooo I'mma bug the dragon.

23:27 < Nyama> >.>

23:29 GyroFeather flies over a clearing, searching for a warm comfy place to spend a bit, and then spots a rather fuzzy pile on the ground, made of blue and orange fur. The gryphon flies in a little closer to investigate and settles down on it with a flutter. The surface is rather cool to the touch, a welcome releif from the warm heat, so he begins to stettle in, somehow without realizing that Nyama was actually alive and a dragon.

23:31 Nyama opens his eyes. feeling something land on him. He lifts his head turning it to look at the griffon in confusion.... he clears his throat to get your attention

23:34 GyroFeather had closed his eyes already and begun to doze off. He doesnt feel the ground shift below him, but after a couple clearings he blinks and opens his eyes. He turns and locks eyes with the dragon. "Uhhh...."

23:36 < Nyama> err. what are you doing on me? *the dragon shifts a little and puffs a little frost.. looking at the little griffon closer puffing a little frost into their face*

23:37 < Nyama> (think we can work Bit into this somehow?)

23:39 < GyroFeather> (Uh sure. I might pop off in an hour or so though.)

23:40 GyroFeather clenches his beak and shifts about, following the dragon's neck line down to the body that he was apparently laying on. "O-oh...I...I just thought it looked comfortable," he stutters, feeling the chill of the breath crystalizing on his feathers.

23:42 < Nyama> (oh? mh. where do you intend to take this with the dragon and an hour ehh ok. I'll have bit wait so we can do a one on one.)

23:42 < Bit> (Kk)

23:43 < Nyama> well I mean. does a blue orange pile of fuzz look natural to just get near? *he laughs and gives you a light slap with his tail*

23:45 < GyroFeather> (Oh uhh probably put it on pause for later)

23:46 GyroFeather grunts from the twack and shifts around on his fur and looks for an opportunity to hop off of him. "Uhh...well you see odd enough things out here sometime. Maybe I should just let you be...mister...?"

23:47 < Nyama> (I mean are you intending on the dragon having the bird as a snack since the burd annoyed the sleeping dragon?)

23:48 < GyroFeather> (Ye~~ perhaps :D)

23:52 Nyama growls and looks at more seriously. "now look. I come out here to sleep and enjoy myself. I'm not in the best of moods and waking me up didn't help much...." he quickly wraps you up using his tail and he rolls over to get you onto his belly. you are held tight by the coiled tail. "idk where you thought it'd be a good idea to lay on something. you may've been lucky. But eh. Bad time bad place. you got yourself caught by a hungry dragon. Nothing you do or say will change my mind as I don't see anything else to see to eat nearby~ I hope you're as yummy as you look" He begins to bring you closer to his mouth.

23:53 < Nyama> So to keep it short for you. your luck is all run out~ *he giggles*

00:01 GyroFeather shudders and flares his wings as the dragon begins to make his irritation known to the gryphon. He's just about to flap when the tail wraps around his chest, holding him tight as the creature shifts below him revealing a bright whit fuzzy belly. "I...I didnt think you were a creature...you dont feel warm or anything. PLease....I'm all bones, no meat! Let me go and I'll get you...some fish! I can kinda fish. Please?" He responds, feeling himself pressed closer to the dragon's snout. He could smell the icy meaty breath wafting out ofver his nose. It didnt even feel like the breath of a living creature, adn the smell was even worse. "N-no cmon...let me go please!"

00:12 < Nyama> Mhh. Fish? Eh. I'm not fond of it. And you feel a little squishy~ So there's still enough to have *drawing you closer to his mouth opening his maw. it dripping with drool. he begins to place you into his maw. flicking his tongue around your face as he lets your chin rest against his tongue. Getting taste for you. he makes a quiet noise but sounding pleased with the flavors* mmnh. you'll do just fine~

00:16 GyroFeather scrunches his beak as he smells more of the breath wafting over his face and chilling his flesh. He squirms in the grip, bringing his claws down to push at the tail, trying to to break the grip around him. His belly does indeed give at the squeeze, feeling like the gryphon had been eating well. He squawks as he finds himself staring down into the pink flesh of the mouth with drool dripping down from teh room in thick globs. Try as he might, he still gets a faceful of tongue and goop as Nyama rests him down, drawing off a bit of his fruity flavor. "W-well...I've got fish in me...thats the same as eating them yourself.." he protests, feeling the chilly spit clinging to his feathers.

00:20 < Nyama> hahaha. the taste is my issue. but since you ate them already. I'll just be fine then. *he brings you close again. and starts to work you into his maw. your head being slipped in slowly till it reaches the back of his maw. pushing a bit more and swallowing once. the griffon is tugged at lightly as he's pushed more and more into the cool maw of the dragon. his throat squeezing at you as it pulls. The dragon unable to speak

00:20 < Nyama> at this point as he works on swallowing you*

00:29 GyroFeather gets an idea as he hears the response and begins to hack and cough, trying to bring the remaining one in his crop up to alight upon teh dragon's tongue as he's drawn deeper. The slippery cool spit from the mouth works its way into his feathers, matting them down to his bdoy as he's licked and tasted over byt eh slippery flesh. The gryphon finally hacks up his fish, only to have it and a bit of his head pulled into the tight tunnel beyond moments later.

00:37 < Nyama> (back sorry)

00:41 Nyama continues to gulp as he feeds you into his snug throat. the dragon making noises as you slip deeper into him. he rubs at the lump in his throat caused by you as you go further in. he loosens his grip on his tail and quickly moves and retightens it. keeping an iron grip on you. The cool slick tunnel drags you deeper still with each clench of the muscles. at this point your upper body is already in his throat for the most part. Escape not very likely at this point.

21:03 < GyroFeather> Its my post ^^

21:03 < Nyama> oke

21:08 GyroFeather grunts as he feels himself and the fish infront of him dragged down towards the pit of the creature's stomach. The cool flesh grips at his slippery featehrs and squeezes around him as it moves around him. THe hot smelly slime is kneaded into his fur and feathers as the tongue moves beneath him, soaking up his fruity taste. The gryphon cries out in fear as he shifts deeper, approaching the slippery crop.

21:16 Nyama rubs the bulge made as he pushes you further in. the slick throat easing the process. he tilts his head back once your in enough. your ass end hanging out still. Gravity helping at this point with each swallow. pulling your lower end closer and closer to his throat for the last swallow. the dragon making noises of enjoyment as he slurps over your sensitive spots. before gulping a couple more times. leaving just your legs and tail hanging out. he uses his tail and paw to help fold your legs in.. swallowing once more forcing the griffon's ass down into his throat. leaving just a bit of the tail hanging out as the griffon slides and begins to curl up into he snug crop of the dragon.

21:24 GyroFeather squawks as he feels himself tilted skyward as the tips of his wings flail and his hind legs and tail lashes about in the air, tyring to escape. His claws are pressed to his sides as are the front of his wings as he's dragged ever deeper into the dragon's maw. THe gryphon squeaks as he feesl the tongue invading his privates and his tailhole for just a moment before he gulp, causing his head to spill into the crop. He kicks at the claws grabbing him before they're pressed into the maw, and with a gulp only his feathered tail sticks from the mwouth, and soon not even that as he slides deeper, forced to curl in the tiny scak.

21:35 Nyama lays back, letting out a satisfied belch as he rubs the squirming bulge. considering going back to sleep after his decent meal.. he rolls back over onto his belly. squeezing you a bit in the crop. chuckling as you wriggle about during your panic.

21:40 GyroFeather feels himself suddenly compacted as the bulge squeezes tight against his body and lets out a little whine. "H-hey! Cmon, spit me ou! I didnt mean to bug you!" He shouts in fear. His feathered tail tickles across the lining of the crop as it swishes, much like a little featherduster. He lets out a whine and presses his compacted claws out against the ground as he feels the full weight of the dragon on him.

21:48 Nyama presses back at and giggles "spit you out? something as tasty as you were? ha. unlikely. plus you spat up a fish. I'd rather not gag you out and be stuck with a fish taste in my mouth all day. bleh" feeling the little tail rub against in there. he squeaks and giggles again. his crop slowly already starting to push you along. But at a sluggish pace.

22:55 GyroFeather feels the muscles shift and move around him, but doesnt realize he's being ferried along quite yet as they squeeze him. His tail throashes a little more, rubbing at the slick flesh as he moves. He pushes his claws into the side, trying to make things uncomfortable for the dragon, especially as he hears the giggles. He could feel the slippery fish rubbing against his body and adding to the scent around him. "I'm sure I wont taste like fish! Besides...if you dont spit me out, then you woudlnt get to taste me ever again!"

23:00 < Nyama> Mh. I mean I can eat other things that taste just as good. *burps again* and I'm sure you'll taste like it on the way out. so you can't lie about that *his crop squeezing differently as it continues to push you along.. he lays on his side a bit to ease off the pressure* so what are you gonna do now hmmm~?

23:06 GyroFeather gets a powerful wiff of the acidic juices that lay beyond the dragon's crop and in his stomach as he's moved a litel further down. He squints his eyes shut and lets out another scree of terror. The steady heartbeat that had surrounded him was begining to be drowned out by the gurgling sack up ahead that he was being moved into. The griffon kicks with his legs rather forcefully, but it only serves to propel him faster inot the second chmaber. "N-no please, cmon...just spit me up and let me go...I'll let you taste me tomorrow too"

23:10 Nyama crop squeezes at harder forcing you along quicker along with your kick. the dragon squeaks and presses with his paw back "shh. calm down. there isn't anything you can say or do that will help you now." The dragon just massages his belly a bit as you make bulges from all the pressing and kicking. the dragon not bothered but more amused and pleasured by the movements/

23:20 GyroFeather whines as he splashes down into the next chamber, already feeling a bit of acid pooling around his body, and soon more of himself is forced along into the chamber. The gyrphon coughs and gags as he takes in the poor aire of the chamber, wrinkling his face, and bringing a claw to his snout. His body is pressed in more, forcing him once again into a curled position, leaving his lashing ticklish tail to languish in the crop. He was past the point of return now, but he wasnt going to stop complaining. "I-I'm not food...I didnt mean to bother you..."

23:24 < Nyama> hmmf. you're talkative for a meal. *rolls a bit and stretches* ever thought of shushing for a bit...? Eh no matter. given a bit of time. you should wear out and be soon passed out. *hug at his belly and laughs... he sighs and then watches the bulge you make. enjoying his meal quite a bit already*

23:30 GyroFeather whimpers as he feels himself slide all the way into the stomach, even his pretty little tail, leaving him splashing around in the hot acids. The tiercel screes and fights in the stomach, causing the bulges to move and shift about in the dragon's chilly belly. He shivers in the gut from the lower temperature as it sucks the heat out of him slowly, especially as his bath grows ever deeper.

23:38 Nyama wiggles his body causing his belly to shake a little. Causing it to slosh the acid around a bit. he gets up to find a new spot to sleep in though. more secluded this time so he won't be bothered. his belly swaying with each step of the way. the dragon making some noises and he goes on. Mostly waiting on his meal to calm down so he can nap easily.

23:38 < Nyama> (it's not always cold. but I mean if wanting it could be to help make the creature... idk. What do you think?)

23:40 < GyroFeather> (Oh I asumed it was :P its your choice, your dragon! You just pointed out Ice dragon a couple times so I did.)

23:42 < Nyama> (I mean he has control over internal temps and can deal with chilly core temps. it's fine. >w< But he isn't always cold)

23:43 GyroFeather thrashes around as he's sloshed back and forth inside the stomach, probably leaving Nyama very slightly off balance as he moves and exagerating the swaying back and forth. The gryphon whimpers and certainly doesnt calm down as he's not ready to be dragon food, even if the dragon is sure of it. "B-but...I'll give you my pretty feathers...those will be ruined by the time they...pass...." He says, thinking of the ultimate outcome. "Just spit me up...they'd be worth a lot."

23:47 < Nyama> Your feathers? Being worth a bit? at this point they are coated in my stomach's acid. they'd be ruined even if I spat them out now. *he huffs as he walks over to the cool new spot. Laying down and yawning.* Plus spitting things out of my stomach take more effort than I'm willing to give. plus all the squirming wore me out. So heh. nothing I can do now thanks to your panicking.

23:54 GyroFeather grunts as he's suddenly squished once more, this time in such a way that the gryphon has difficulty moving in his positon. His struggles are much weaker as teh acids slowly rise up around him. He can feel some tingling now as they go to work on his flesh, slwoly working his fur and feathers free of his skin.

23:57 < Nyama> (i'm actually unsure what to do now tbh. >~>; this starts to get to the point where shit repeats or something. unless like the dragon begins to doze off while your burd begins to pass out. slowly struggling till being unconscious idk.)

23:57 < GyroFeather> (thats fine i agree :P)

00:02 Nyama curls up while rubbing his belly slowly. beginning to fall asleep as the meal slows it's struggles. the dragon making quiet chirps and such as he closes his eyes. small puffs of frost escape from his nose as he finally falls asleep. his stomach working at the tasty little meal as it massages it and squeezes gently coating them in the stomach's acid

00:06 < Eventide> (This bit does feel to be awfully similar in every context)

00:07 < Nyama> (not much to do when you're being digested alive :U or digesting something alive >.>)

00:09 GyroFeather whines and complains as the dragon's breathing slows around him, becoming steady snoring as his captor falls asleep. The little bird feels himself slowly losing his fur and feathers as the acids finally rise up over his patheticl little head. Finally, the little creature goes still in the dragon's gut, left stewing as a piece of meat, to fuel the creature ofr another couple days as he breaks down.

00:13 < Nyama> (ok :3?)

00:14 < GyroFeather> (now for fat draggy burpung up feathers maybe?)

00:17 Nyama stirs in his sleep. letting out a loud belch as some drool covered feathers fly out of his mouth. One of them sticks to his snout, a large bright pink ail feather, all droopy with slime. he just rolls a bit to his side to scratch himself. still passed out.