Plucked From a Tree

6 August 2016

09:00 GyroFeather returns to his tree and begins to chirp and twitter, just like the rest of the morning birbs

10:07 Veren urrhp.

10:07 GyroFeather continues to chirp in his tree, enjoying the morning

10:10 Veren is still rubbing off the tiredness from his eyes, though the one thing rubbing couldn't do was stifle his hunger. He glanced down past the fluff of his chest, furrowing his brow as it growled, but as he thought of something to eat, a chirp rang to his ears. Twitching his head in its direction, he found a rather juicy looking avian perched in a tree not far from where he was...Well, it's right there, he thought to himself. Might as well take use of his surroundings.

10:16 GyroFeather has his eyes closed and his head pointd upwards to the sky. The pink feathered chested gryphon finds himself about 10 feet up in the air on the branch he's perched on, but his cry seems to ring out a good distance. His tail swishes back and forth as it dangles below him, though the bird is confident he's out of reach of anything that might harm him.

10:19 Veren , frowns. The height was rather large; being a Flareon, he was about the size of a dog. Never really helped out with catching prey...He envied the bigger Pokémon, despite harboring some incredible heat within his body. His irises searched the tree, only to have him take a few yards back and get a running start. He jumped, using his momentum to run the rest of the way up to the branch and stop dead silent to check the bird out once again. Hopefully, he didn't rile any noise to wake them from their trance...

10:25 GyroFeather feels the tree shift and sway, but rather pays it no mind. Its a breezy day and the wind seems to rattle the branches. His loud noises continue incessantly amidst the chourus of other birds. The blue tail with bright pink feathers drapes down near the branch that Veren rested on, just out of easy reach, but certainly within pouncing distance.

10:31 Veren 's prying eyes searched for any alternative ways he could do this, wishing to himself that he could have taken a higher branch; attacking at an awkward angle above ground like this was a risky situation. One little fuck up and his breakfast would fly away, or worse. His legs got low, tail following suit almost subconsciously, only to launch himself from his branch and clamp his maw down around the bird's tail.

10:36 GyroFeather squawks as he feels a sudden pain against his tail as the teeth sink down into his flesh, followed instantly by whirr of blue flailing wings as he's dragged backward by the new weight on his tail. A second later, he lands on his back with a heavy oof, lungs emptied of air and his body struggling for breath, and finally rendering the bird silent. He's too focused on immidiate recovery to even recognise his attacker.

10:40 Veren 's small size did give him a few perks. Veren's reaction speeds and tenacity overall were faster than average, allowing the flareon to already have the bird pinned underneath his incredibly thick amount of fluff. He wasted absolutely no time with this; they were small, but that was no excuse, for he was even smaller. His maw opened wide above the face of the avian, giving a split second glimpse at the dark chasm of wet flesh behind rows of pearly fangs before it came down around him.

10:45 GyroFeather locks eyes with the flareon as he feels the large firey orange and yellow creature slipping on top of his form and pinning him to the grass below as the weight came down on his legs. He squawks as the bright pink flesh glistens above him in the light of day, with the sharp fangs lining it. He's left trying to catch his breath in the rancid humid air of the beast's mouth as the fangs dig into his flesh. He struggles harder beneath the creature, but is still weak from the impact.

11:10 Veren immediately squashed any resistance with a sudden wave of heat radiating from him, just a notch off of singeing his plumage. It was even worse on the inside of his already humid throat, squeezing around him and dragging him deeper. His paws just train themselves over what fought him the most and prayed the wind being knocked out of him would buy him enough time.

11:14 GyroFeather gasps as he feels the heat all on top of him and around his head, even the hot humid air near burns his mouth as he's forced to take it in. He continues to strugge as his beak is drawn into the tight slick ring, but already the oppressive heat his sapping his strength and making it harder for him to fight back. Salty trickles of sweat add to his avian flavor as he's pulled deeper inside.

11:23 Veren considers the taste. Overall, the flavor wasn't impressive but it wasn't terrible at the same time. Raw, uncooked, and still alive...His tongue couldn't complain. Beats the Hell out of eating Magikarp raw. He shook his head slightly to get himself out of the thoughts, back to swallowing! His beak was already pushing its way into his stomach, the Flareon still putting off excessive amounts of heat to keep him confused and irritated, working on getting to the wings of the bird. If he didn't close them in about three seconds, he may have to be a bit more cruel than he already was...

11:23 < ShadowKeeper> Hey Brahm

11:26 GyroFeather could feel the creature advancing up to his shoulders now, begining to force his talons to his sides as he struggles. He wasnt about to make things easy on the thing eating him though, and so keeps his wings flared out wide. As his beak pushes thorugh to the gut he gets blasted with the foul acrid scent of bile as it fills his beak. The air is so humid, its hard to breathe as he struggles inside of the pokemon weakly.

11:36 Veren grunts. Of course he would make it hard...Couldn't just lay there and get eaten like a good little prey should. But, if that's how he wants to play it, then so be it. He cranked the dial up to the point his fur was smoking, though taking no damage himself. The avian, however, was not so lucky. If he wouldn't fold them down, then the wings would simply be burned down. A brute's approach, but he was left with no alternative.

11:39 GyroFeather squawks in the stomach in paina s he feels the heat growing more intense around him, burning his flesh and singing his feathers. A quick touch to his wings cause them to reflexivly close to pull away from the heat. He tries to reextend them as he continues to struggle beneath the pokemon, crying out in pain.

11:42 < Brahm> Mornin'!

11:42 < Derp> Hey.

11:43 Veren simply swat them down as they crippled under his heat, taking the moment to slide up and clamp down over them. His flames let off as he finally has everything that imposes an actual fight defeated, merely swallowing the rest of him his final challenge. Doing so with a greedy, smug chuckle, his tongue teased the flesh he devoured, getting closer and closer to the gryphon's sex.

11:49 GyroFeather crys out in fright as the greedy pokemon takes his wings into its maw, coating them in a hot warm drool as he's drawn inward. Already the bird feels his head reach the end of the stomach sack, pressing into the lining, before having to begin to curl up against himself in the opressive chamber. His tail swats wildly and his hind legs kick as the pokemon manages to draw him in past the belly.

11:52 < ShadowKeeper> Morning big bird! How's the chocobo?

11:54 < Brahm> Doing alright here, had some errands this morning, now sipping on a big drink and debating lunch. You?

11:54 Veren , as he swallowed, every time he'd let off to move up sent a small, yet strong spike of heat just to annoy his already tortured prey. And, just to think, there was still the horrifying threat of digestion awaiting...Lovely. Just the way to start off this Flareon's morning! Lazing around and churning off some chicken. He savored the thought, only pushing him to take more of him in at twice his previous rate, eager and greedy.

11:55 < ShadowKeeper> Doing ok, hoping I'm not going to become lunch!

11:56 < Veren> [sub]Stick around a little longer, you might just be [/sub]

11:56 < ShadowKeeper> *Gulps*

12:00 GyroFeather gives a muffled "Let me go!" with his beak pressing into his chest, as well as the tight flesh around him dampening it. The fear of the bird was almost palpable as he realizes he's likely done. Nothing he can do stops this beast. The feels the powerful muscles of the stomach churning and squeezing around him, working into him some fluids that he could already feel tingling. The waves of heat bring a small cry from the bird as they singe more fur. His sheath slides in against the lips now, within reach of the pokemon.

12:00 < Derp> .-.

12:09 Veren slurped over the sex with a little pause. His tongue slid against it, progress halted just to taunt him. He better his lunch that he could manage to get him hard as he would slide down his bulging gullet. Licking over it once more, his teeth drug over his fur once again, leaving only his legs and his swinging tail. His stomach was bloated beyond belief, but he didn't mind. Only pain he's gonna get is the mild indigestion to come with such a large meal.

12:13 GyroFeather shudders as he feels the warm tongue sliding against his sheath and over his orbs, slowly drawing out his member. He winces as he feels the teeth bite down on his legs, holding him in place as the tongue continues to roll over the expanding form, leaving the gryphon squirming instead of struggling as his body betrays him, sending pleasant feelings through him. A shudder wracks his body, one visible through the bulging gullet and distended neck

12:17 Veren snickers as he is just a few inches from finishing him off. His feet were sliding over his tongue, only to be swallowed and ending any chances of escape. Munching on his tail, he laid there on top of his stomach and sighed in relief. A final slurp followed, and he was finished! A hearty belch soon following... "All gone~."

12:21 GyroFeather lets out a squawk in fear as he feels the tongue press up over his feet pads and sealing them away in the hot gullet. Only his tail remains now, swishing madly, before that too is pulled into the hot gullet and covered with spit. The gryphon feels himself forced into the powerful chamber soon afterwards, crushing him into a tight fetal position as the acids continue to tingle and burn at his coat. He could feel the walls of the stomach rolling over him as the belch squeezes it tighter and echos in his ears. Ominous gurgles, a steady heartbeat and heavy breathing fill the air, nearly drowning out his predators words. "N_no...you cant..."

12:21 < Gyro> (Probably ought to transition to PMs~)

12:27 Veren rubbed over his massive gut, licking his teeth slowly. Immediately, though, he went to picking out some stray fur and feathers that tickled his throat. He coughed, and a few singed feathers wafted out, the sight only making him giggle further. "Oh, fuck yes..." He groaned, still rubbing over his belly. The acids within it were incredibly strong, the smell burning his nostrils, already eating away at those feathers lIke they weren't even there, sugar to water. "Thanks for the meal, love. Now, squirm. I like my breakfasts mean."

12:31 GyroFeather screes in fright as he hears the words and continues to fight in the hot chamber, though the original struggles and the oppressive heat had taken a lot out of the bird. The bulge wiggled and changed with his movements as he feels the feathers come loose in the acids as the flesh holding them gives way, leaving pink and blue refuse floating in the acids that would certainly survive the journey. THe bird cries out in pain as the tingling flesh becomes a white hot burn as it penatrates the first layer of skin like its nothing leaving the living flesh exposed beneath.

12:38 Veren 's stomach let out a blood curdling '[b]Blrrooorrp... [/b]', churning violently. The acids broke through his skin with ease, savagely eating at the muscles that bled that delicious protein filled fluid. His squirming only forced Veren's cock to slide from its sheath, throbbing against his stomach, a delighted groan emitting from the Pokémon. "Oh, just like that, yeah...Scream for the help you'll never get. You're just food and awaiting shit now. Let that sink in as my body rapes you of anything it can get.." He said, grooming his paws.

12:44 GyroFeather does so indeed, calling out loudly in pain, screaming only like a peacock could in its alarmed call, but there would be no help. He couldnt dies like htis though, there had to be something he could do, he reasoned, and yet there was not. Every struggle was met with a fleshy churn that pushed him back into hte ball. His lungs stung with the acidic air that he was forced to breath, and his tongue burned as he occasionally gets a beakful of the foul mixture.

12:49 Veren finished grooming himself with a little lick to his teeth once again. "You know..." He started slowly, his gut rumbling, the bird's skin all but lost now, fizzling in the pool he was bathing in. "I kinda wish I would of raped you before I ate ya. This cock out here is so hard." He groaned, reaching down to stroke it. "Guess my lunch will get to deal with that~. Not like you would of been a good fuck, anyway. Probably looser than your mother's snatch."

12:54 GyroFeather found the pain becoming less intense now as the acids managed to leech down and destroy his nerve endings, leaving him with an empty feeling. He couldnt even move his tail anymore as the long thin member had been reduced to just bleached bone, and his legs were quickly going the same route. "F-fuck...you..." he mutters out in response, squirming weakly as the belly worked on claiming him.

12:58 Veren smirks. "And I might just have let you fuck me if you weren't so pathetic!" He cackled in response, his paws coming to his stomach simultaneously. He pressed down hard, squeezing his body against the walls, burning anything that came into contact to the direct source of his oozing enzymes. His stomach growled at him in protest but he kept going, determined to make his last few moments alive a living hell. The pain was penetrating even deeper, acids in on his cock, eating away his balls, his belly button moments from breaking. It was about to get messy in there.

13:04 GyroFeather hasps as the paws press him down underneath the liquid, sumberging him for a second before he comes back up sputtering. The foul air burns at his lungs, causing him to cough and hack. The pain in his nethers grows stronger as the acids penatrate his sheath and get to the sensitive flesh inside, leaving him howling as his jewels are ruined. Another movement and he slides against one of his limp dead claws, slicing open his weakened belly and letting his guts spill out into the slop.

13:10 Veren listens to the noises.'[b]Squelck, slosh, blorble![/b]' His stomach busted open like a water balloon, spilling all of his juicy organs and liters of his blood into the mix of digested skin and whatever else floated around. Veren relaxed, his screams and the sounds his stomach made music to his ears. "God.." He groaned softly, slowly jacking it to his pain. "Just fucking die..." He moaned into his stomach. He knew he would hear it.

13:13 GyroFeather lets out another howl as he feels his life draining right out of his body now. More of his muscles give as he becomes helpless to struggle against the stomach for much longer. Soon the gryphon ends up drawing his last breath, his body falling into gentle twitching instead as the last parts of him begin to realize they're dead.

13:15 < Veren> ( Final post?

13:16 < Gyro> (I think so ^^)

13:17 < Veren> ( Pretty mean predator for a Flareon. :P I'll get to making that finale.

13:17 < Gyro> (Wonderfully mean~ )

13:23 Veren felt the movement suddenly cease, only to be replaced by the growling and gurgling of his stomach. He laughed, brushing his paw against the now just bumpy, squishy stomach, pressing down on it. Bones shattered under the pressure, mutilating his already pillaged body, forcing a sigh from him. "Mm...Absolutely delicious. Just meat now.." He said, but stretched out, resting his head down. Needed a nap; spent so much time and energy to eat him. So, so worth it, though. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep to the sounds of his own body completely destroying another's...

13:23 < Veren> (Line break)

13:30 Veren awoke hours later. His face was tickled by the grass he fell asleep in, forcing a grumble from him as he lifted his head and paws at his eyes to rub the tiredness from them. He looked around, quickly remembering what went on just this morning, averting his attention down to his stomach. It was just pudgy now, bloated with a firm, taunt curve, pressing a paw to it. '[b]Blorp.[/b]' Veren licked his lips. "God, that is so hot..." He said, his voice shamelessly perverted. He stood, stretching himself out with a small 'urrhp' and casually looking for a place to unload his meal somewhere else...This tree was his resting tree. Didn't want this worthless pile of shit to stink it up.

13:35 Veren , eventually, decided on a tree not too far away, but definitely out of range from the stench and only the nastiest of bugs it would attract. He casually squatted and lifted his huge tail, grunting and squeezing. A turtle head of brown sludge slowly presses out of his two round cheeks, moaning, lowering his front legs and pushing his ass out. His paws pulled at his cheeks, spreading them to ease the stress on the muscles as they pushed out the remains of a fat, reeking meal. Log after log, he broke a sweat, panting softly while emitting some pleasure filled moans; he wished so badly that they were still alive to know he was even getting a huge kick out of shitting out what's left of them. How he dreamed to see the reaction that would bring in...

13:40 Veren pants. All good things had to come to an end. The stream of feces soon stopped, leaving the Flareon's little pucker with one final plop on the rest of the pile between his legs, cock dangling just above. He licked his teeth once again, shivering as he stood back up, only to raise his leg over the mound of muck and let a stream of golden piss slather the already disgusting mountain, slightly cleaning and realing broken bones, and ruined feathers underneath. Sighing in relief, he took a step away and admired his work, stomach gurgling just below. "There you go, faggot. Greatest accomplishment of your life~...Flareon shit." He laughed, his tongue swirling around his mouth only to hock spit at the pile, turning around and swaying his now plump rear with too much smugness for his own good~...

13:41 < Veren> (( Alllll done~

13:42 < Gyro> :DDD that was fun~ I do wish there'd been a little bit of feathers and fur described but no biggy ^^

13:42 < Gyro> thanks for the play~

13:42 < Veren> No problem ;3

13:42 < Veren> Thanks for the meal :heart: