Stats

The RP has a total of 22 lines, 2001 words, and 11259 characters.
The average line consists of 90.95 words that themselves average 4.63 characters taking about 5 minutes, 2 seconds.
Frankie Drake said a total of 11 lines, 977 words, and 5638 characters.
Frankie Drake's average line consists of 88.82 words that themselves average 4.77 characters taking about 4 minutes, 11 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 11 lines, 1024 words, and 5621 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 93.09 words that themselves average 4.49 characters taking about 5 minutes, 58 seconds.

18:26 GyroFeather flops in.

18:28 Frankie Drake flops on Gyro feather

18:28 GyroFeather oofs, squirms beneath the dragon

18:29 Frankie Drake wraps his arms, and legs around Gyro and overturns onto his back, covetously clutching the gryphon.

18:31 GyroFeather squawks and squirms in his arms. Its that dragon again...the one he'd failed to adequately make up to for getting spit out about a month ago. He really hopes he'd forgotten about that little incident.

18:37 Frankie Drake licks at the top of the gryphon's head, nuzzling and nibbling between his ears while pushing him against his snout by means of feet upon Gyro's rear.*

18:41 GyroFeather pushes back against frankie as he feels the dragon nuzzling at his head and nibbling on his crest feathers. A familiar fruity scent wafts off the gryphon and the same flavores his feathers. The gryphon grimaces, hoping that the dragon doesnt open his mouth.

18:46 Frankie Drake does open his mouth, and lowers those jaws of his around Gyro's head and mouths around his neck, suckling on the gryphon's noggin lightly, then swallowing it and pushing his jaws to crown over the gryph's shoulders, chewing lightly upon him in what would be an affectionate gesture were the dragon not gobbling up the cat-bird.

18:50 GyroFeather screes as the jaws open up behind him and slide around his face, blasting the gryphon with the foul scent of dragon breath. He could feel the hot drool from the roof of his mouth and the wiggling tongue underneath coating his body in hot smelly drool and matting his feathers against him. "H-hey! WHat are you doing?" He shouts, brining his claws up to push at the dragon's snout. A swallow echoes around his ears as he's pulled into the hot throat which ripples around his face.

18:53 Frankie Drake would ask Gyro what it looked like he was doing, but his mouth is full, and the only correct answer for what it looks like would be dark and wet, and Frankie knows this. When the gryphon puts his hands at Frankie's snout like that, the dragon corrects them by seizing Gyro's wrists and pushing them into his jaws along with the gryph's paws, suckling wetly upon him and making him lurch deeper into the dragon's muzzle, bobbing in and out of his jaws while the drake casually nurses on the gryphon, almost potently enough to suck the air out of his lungs, filling it with the humid bouquet of dragon breath.

19:04 GyroFeather whimpers as he's instead answered by having his talons drawn into the dragon's mouth with another gulp. His chest now sits between Frankie's sharp teeth which bounce up and down on him with a fair amoutn of force, knocking the wind out of him and making it difficult for him to find the breath to complain. Worse still, the air he could breath is pulled out of the mouth with each suck, playing with his eardrums and making his head feel odd. That air is returned with blow later, smelling of the foul scent of digesting creatures. He didnt want to join that. Gyro flales his wings, tyring to flap himself out of the creature's jaws and kicks at Frankie's paws with his hind legs, trying to extricate himself from the mouth.

19:09 Frankie Drake puts his feet on the ground and stands up again, scooping up the gryphon's rear and pushes it upward, into his jaws, which tilt backward and turn Gyro upside down, only one hand supports his rear to keep it elevated while his legs kick and pinwheel in the air over the drake's head, more swallows set the lizard's lips to follow the gryphon's body past his chest, swallowing his paws and pulling his arms to outstretch toward his stomach and fill the slimy chute of the dragon's gullet, pushing against the cardiac sphincter and entrance to Frankie's belly. The dragon chews lightly around Gyro feather's belly, squeezing it playfully with his jaws so that his teeth prickle the gryph's gut, but never bite down so hard that they hurt him at all.*

19:15 GyroFeather feels the tube shift around him as Frankie stands up, disorienting the little gryphon as he's lifted up towards the sky. Suddenly with gravity inline with the throat, he feels himself slide down a little quicker with the gulps, pulling him in deep. His beak presses against the end of a tunnel, and remains there for a second before he then is pushed through to the smelly chamber beyond. The gryphon squawks as he's blasted with a face full of sour bitter bile, that makes himself sick to his stomach. "N-no! Please dont eat me! Let me go!" He calls out, now that he can at least catch a breath, no matter how foul. He can feel the tongue splattering between his belly and up his rump cheeks as the teeth bite donw on his flesh. Images of him being bitten in half fill his mind, the only thing he can see in the pitch black, bringing a fear to his mind.

19:19 Frankie Drake won't bite Gyro in half by any means, just chew past his belly until only those feet and legs poke out his jaws, plus that feather tasseled tail of his pokes out of his now gaped jaws, giving him a wide yawn to let him funnel down the dragon's throat. The dragon's neck pelt bulges out as it collects the majority of the gryphon, his rear slipping over the back of Frankie's tongue and into his gullet to further endow the swell he creates inside it with added diameter, soliciting a rumble from the dragon. Frankie closes his lips around Gyro's knees and puts a paw on his throat to gently rub the captive gryphon, gently suckling on his calves, drawing them into his muzzle until just a tailtip and some toes dot the dragon's lips. One more gulp would certainly send the gryphon down to the digestive concoction filling the dragon's stomach.... just not yet!*

19:28 GyroFeather dangles down just inches from the bottom of the gryphon's stomach where the acids were begining to pool and cries out. "H-hey! Dont swallow me any more! I'm not food you dumb dragon!" He shouts as his pads poke free from the dragon's maw. He could feel the throat squeezing and massaging at his body, eager to draw him inward without a second thought when that gulp finally came, and shuddered. He could hardly move and felt quite firm as the claw rubs at the bulge in his throat as Gyro's struggles ammounted to only just a wiggle. At least it seemed the the scent in the stomach was finally starting to dull, though he certainly hoped he'd not have to be there too much longer.

19:33 Frankie Drake huffs when he's called dumb, and bobs his head, gulping and swallowing up the gryphon the rest of the way, his toes and tailtip vanish into the dragon's muzzle, and his throat slims down with a powerful contraction, squeezing Gyro into his stomach and transferring the gravid shape he instilled in the dragon's throat into his stomach instead, making it drool and wobble for a moment before a belch makes the chamber hug the catbird tightly, churning and kneading against him while the acids he's surrounded by are kneaded into his feathers and fur, causing a hissing noise as the enzymes start to work upon the flesh benath the gryphon's pelt, which is too acid resistant to be dissolved unlike the meaty morsel they blanket*

19:42 GyroFeather has no time to respond as he's suddenly swallowed the rest of the way, plunging the couple short inches into the powerful acids that make up the dragon's stomach. He flails around inside, splashing the liquid everywhere as the rest of him reather quickly joins him in the stomach. There's a little time to move around for a couple seconds, before much of the air is let loose with a rumbling belch that for a moment overwhelms the gurgling stomach and the beating heart. He feels the muscles squeeze and roll over him, making sure to baste all of his skin with the substance. Very soon it begins to itch and sting as the softer parts of his coat are exposed to the substance. Gyro begins to flail even harder, pushing out against the wall and letting out a cry for help. "PLease...spit me out! I did nothing to you. I dont deserve this!" He begs fitfully.

19:46 Frankie Drake rubs his belly, squeezing in against Gyro and helping to mix him around inside the vitreous concoction he's marinating in, slowly breaking him down and rendering him softer than he already is from the acids melting away at him. The gryphon called him dumb, that wasn't very nice! But Frankie can't really hear his stomach's contents complaining and pleading with him over the amicable rumble he puts out, gently massaging his floundering bellydweller while he's broken down and reduced to chyme by the growling surroundings, which continue to churn and knead against him, rolling him over a few times to ensure he's properly coated by the slimy syrup-like stomach juices, now bubbling as though boiling around the gryphon, and while the temperature hasn't changed, the chafing effects of digestion have decidedly intensified.*

19:53 GyroFeather is rather helpless against he powerful muscles as they twirl him around in the stomach, pushing him underneath the liquid and causing him to get a beakful of foul chyme. His tongue burns like its on fire as the acrid taste lingers there. The gryphon sputters as he breaks the surface again, trying to cough out the caustic mixture. The soft tissues where his rump and nethers are are already on fire and soon more of his body is too as his fur and feathers come loose and his skin sloughs off from the squeezing churning muscles. The little bird is left in a painful hell as the more sensitive parts of his flesh are exposed and cries out loudly, loud enough for Frankie to hear it, but largely incomprehensible. His talons struggle to find the entrance to the throat as the muscles squeezling keeps leaving him rather disoriented.

19:56 Frankie Drake keeps Gyro moving in circles, kneading and rubbing the gryphon in an attempt to comfort him, or perhaps he just likes the squirmy sensation that the gryphon's floundering provides, most likely the latter of the two. Gyro would have trouble finding anything to hold onto let alone any chance of escape with how he's continually overturned and melted away, exposing his skeletal structure and eroding more of his flesh away to reveal more of his anatomy to the acidic element of Frankie's stomach, which continues to lay waste to his person, melting more of him as he endures the caustic environs.

20:03 GyroFeather gets to the point where the pain begins to go away as his nerve endings are destroyed. His claws stop responding to him as the muscles and tendons melt away, leaving only the bleached bones on the inside. He coughs and sputters from the spray that he's inhaled into his lungs and is left feeling rather weak from blood loss to his other parts. The peacocks struggles slowly die down under the assault of the stomach until his body finally goes still, half ruined already and barely twitching with any signs that the creature had been previously alive. The only things that seemed to be surviving the assault were his colorful fur and feathers and maybe his bones as they float in the chyme.

20:12 Frankie Drake's stomach takes it's time dealing with the gryphon after he's gone still, melting away anything it can from his person until he's just a mess of feathers, bones, and fur inside the dragon's belly. Once he's been drained of the majority of the nutritious slurry he's been reduced to, and that has passed deeper into the dragon's digestive tract, the dragon stands up on all fours, lowers his head, and burps up a feathery mass of pink and purple feathers and fur - a few bits of bones protrude from within the copse of feathers and fur, but nothing else remiained of the peacock gryphon.