A Bouncer's Treat

8 August 2016

22:01 < James_Lemoor> Hello there

22:01 < Serilde> Hi hi

22:02 < James_Lemoor> How are you?

22:04 < Serilde> doing pretty well, just getting settled for the evening, looking perhaps for a tasty little lemur :P

22:08 < James_Lemoor> Oh, well, I don't know where you will find that tasty little lemur. You might be mistaken for the other lemur that was passing through *starts slowly backing away from the gryphon*~

22:09 < Serilde> :P So what do you think, James gets into a little trouble at a club and has to be dealt with by the bouncer? :D

22:13 < Serilde> Brb in a sec

22:14 < James_Lemoor> Believe it or not, I never get bouncer scenes, and I would love one :)

22:14 < James_Lemoor> :)

22:15 < Serilde> Really? You must be a good little lemur, despite your parents worries. :P

22:15 < James_Lemoor> So what kinks do you want?

22:16 < Serilde> The big ones for me are vore, digestion, and at least pellet disposal. I'm fairly flexible if you tell me what you'd like to be included ^^

22:19 < James_Lemoor> How big are you on sex or sexual stuff in the rp?

22:21 < Serilde> If it happens its more for my partners enjoyment :P It can be fun, but in the same way that a nonsexual RP can be fun, for me anyways.

22:24 < James_Lemoor> I understand. I mean, when you are eating someone, the last thing on their mind is sex of course, lol. it's more like pleasuring or tasting private areas once in the maw, lol

22:24 < James_Lemoor> I love prolonged digestion though, like being teased while inside the stomach and stuff

22:24 < James_Lemoor> maybe digestion last a long time

22:25 < Serilde> That I can certainly do! Its fun ^^ on both in maw teasing and prolonged digestion ^^

22:25 < Serilde> Anyways, if there's nothing else, wanna start us off with some trouble perhaps?

22:27 < James_Lemoor> Alright :)

22:31 James_Lemoor has been in the club for a while, and was getting pretty tipsy. the club has gone wild, and it seems to be getting out of control. Sitting at the bar, James had tried to get the female bartender's attention for a long time. A blush on his face, because of the booze he was drinking, he kept calling and whistling at her to no avail. He wasn't drunk, but he was loose enough to really feel it. He then reached over the bar and pinched at the bartender's rear, and before he could ask for another drink, he was smacked right across the face. "Oh...ow...but it got your attention, didn't it?" he asked. "More beer! Come on! And maybe a kiss to, that can be your payment"

22:37 Serilde had been stoicly watching the crowd all evening. It was a little rambunctious in here, but for the most part, the various creatures had kept themselves, if not under control, at least under the level that would require her intervention. Though...one of the patrons was getting quite loud. Her eyes focus on light grey otter, watching his actions as he catcalls at one of the bar maids. She's just about to look away, when she catches the slap across his face. Had he touched her? That Lemur had definitely gone to far. Pushing through the crowd, the gryphon comes up behind him, leaving a looming shadow that cast across his form. "Is this guy being a problem miss?"

22:43 James_Lemoor soon saw the shadow casting over him and looked back at the Gryphon that was looking over him. He didn't react like he should have though, which would be fearful just giving in to the drinks he has had. "No ma'am, I was just asking for a drink and she slapped me." he said. The barmaid pipped up. "You pinched my ass!" she said and he turned to her like a dime, a bit angry. "Oh come on, you have been showing your ass to me all night, you wanted it!" he said and held up his glass again to her. "More beer! Come on, don't get all pissy with me! Just get me some booze!"

22:48 Serilde has heard all she needs to hear the instant the barmaid pipes up and then raises a talon, only to bring it down on his shoulder. She grips it tight, pressing the sharp points of her claws into flesh and tugs him backwards. "I think its time for you to disapear for a bit," She says with a growl. "And you better leave a generous tip after all you've put her through here." The pressure increases on his shoulder for a moment before she releases him.

22:51 James_Lemoor soon feels that talon on his shoulder, he felt himself being rugged back against the gryphon. He growled under his breath, before yelping in pain when he felt the pressure on his shoulder increase before she let go. Now sobering up from the pain, he then got in his wallet, and cleared his tab, and gave her a nice tip. He then growls and walks away from the gryphon, slipping her off as he starts to walk out of the club

22:56 Serilde scowls at the lemur and follows him towards the exit, a looming shadow all the way. She only needed one more slipup from him to get to take him to the backroom. Licking over her beak as she thinks about him filling her gullet, she spots the perfect opportunity. The formel accidentally gives James a little nudge towards a waiter that happened to be carrying a tray full of drinks, enough to cause him to stumble into her way. She then tenses ready to pounce in after the fireworks.

23:03 James_Lemoor starts to head out before getting nudged into the a waiter, and then felt himself toppling over the waiter, the drinks going all over him. He took a moment to see that his clothes were now covered with beer before glaring back to the person who nudged him, and clenched a fist. He ran up and just put one right across the face of the fox that pushed him, sending him down, and was about to get on top of him to beat him up some more. "Watch where you're fucking going, asswipe!"

23:09 Serilde winces as the lemur gets covered in sweet drinks and bitter beer, and then barely conceals a grin as he goes to attack the fox. She steps forward after the first punch, straddling the poor victim and staring down at james. "You know what? I think its time that you visit the drunk tank," she says, glaring down at his soaking form. Her talon reaches down to snag his tail and then hangs it up and against her chest. pulling him close. "Follow close asshole," she commands, as she begins to drag him into a door at the side of the main floor.

23:12 James_Lemoor was about to pummel this guys face in the ground until he feels a familiar gallon grab his tail and pull him to the gryphon's chest. "Let me go! I'll get out of here!" he said and struggled as he was being dragged back. "I was just on my way out until that bastard pushed me into that waiter!" he said and tried to tug his tail away, but just felt himself being dragged into the back room. "Why the hell are you bringing me back here?!"

23:16 Serilde closes the door behind him and turns a lock before letting the tail fall from her talons. The room itself was only a little bigger than a large closet, leaving the pair in rather close quarters. And there didnt seem to be anything else in it, just hard cold stone and bare walls. "Well, as I said, I think you need time in the drunk tank and..." As if right on queue, her stomach gives a loud rumble. "I think that my tank is feeling a little empty." She leans down and gives him a long lick across the ear, pulling up the mixture of alocohols that tinged his coat and replaicing it with a hot trail of goop.

23:21 James_Lemoor was lead into the room and saw that this room had them pretty close to each other, only about a foot away from her at any time. He saw her turing around and locking it, and growled at her before he heard that stomach growl. He then knew exactly what was going to happen. He then felt that lick right across his ear,, feeing the hot breath wash over him and saliva matting his fur down. He then growled and started struggling, trying to bat that beak away. "I'm not going to be your fucking meal! Get the hell away from me!" he said and pushed at her, trying tp push her to the side to get to the door. "HELP!" he screamed, but the music was blaring, the crowd was loud, there was no way anyone would hear him

23:27 Serilde feels the paws slapping at her beak and pulls her head out of reach momentarily. She shakes her head and snorts before glaring down at him. "Oh, you already are my meal. I just havnt gotten you down my gullet yet," she responds with a cheerful chirp. "Now, the only question is, are you going to keep swatting at me? I might have to bite those paws off in that case," She then continues turning to a growl. Her claws move down his back and then across both his sides, tearing at the wet fabric and letting it fall by the wayside.

23:34 James_Lemoor yelps as he feels his clothed being ripped down the sides, his clothes falling down and now he was nude in front of her. Still wet from the beer and drinks on him, he then tried desperately to get away, trying to look for a way out. He then, in an act of courage, swings right at her, hitting her beak, which probably hurt his hand more than it hurt her. He yelped in pain, just distracting her before jumping head first between her legs, trying to get under the big gryphon to get to the door, hand reaching up for the lock to unlock it.

23:38 Serilde is stunned for half a second as the paw hits her square in the beak. It didnt really hurt, so much but she did flinch long enough for the lemur to slip underneath. By the time she recovers she feels him beneath her rear and then merely sits down on top of him. "I guess I'll start wit this end then." She muses and finally wraps his hind legs up in her claws before feeding them up towards her beak. Her hot breath wafts over his pawns before they slide in between the hard keratin. The slathers them and tickles across the pads as she rumbles in pleasure, a sensation he can feel throught his body with her soft belly against him.

23:40 < James_Lemoor> ((Crap, I hate doing this, but I have to go. I would love to continue this tomorrow sometime if you would like, but I can't tonight it's a bit late for me and I have to wake up in 2 hours to get to work.))

18:38 James_Lemoor : ((Hey there))

18:40 Serilde : (hihi!

18:40 James_Lemoor : Ah, birdie isn't sleeping~))

18:41 Serilde : (Birdie just got home from work :P)

18:41 James_Lemoor : Ah, wonderful, lol

18:41 Serilde : figured it wasnt worth it to change from nesting to working :P

18:41 James_Lemoor : Very true, lol.

18:45 Serilde : So uhh whats the lemur up to?

18:46 James_Lemoor : Nothing really, maybe getting eaten by a gryphon?

18:47 Serilde : he I hthink that can be arranged.

18:48 James_Lemoor : Question though. I am guessing you really like finality in RPs, but what are your thoughts on reformation?

18:48 Serilde : I uhh...am not a fan tbh

18:49 James_Lemoor : That's perfectly fine, I was just thinking if you wanted, my character can become a pet (if you want that)

18:50 Serilde : Ehh doesnt really interest me I'm afraid. Sowwy

18:50 James_Lemoor : That's fine, Lemur is just going to be gryphon show then :)

18:51 Serilde : :P

18:53 James_Lemoor had flipped around just in time to see that rear come creating down, landing on his face as his body was now trapped under her. He screamed, trying push her off of him, but she was too big and strong. He felt his body being lifted up awkwardly, his feet soon feeling that very hot breath over them, and his toes clenched as he felt that tongue lick at him. He shivered, struggling and thrashing around, his hands pushing into that large belly that was on top of him

18:57 Serilde jams those paws back against her throat as her head dips down. THe warm slick fleshy entrance pushes against the bottom of the paws before the first of many gulps causes the opening to open, sucking them in to a warm embrace. She settles her furred body across his thrashing form, making sure to prevent any escape. All the while she could feel the motions against her fleshy moist triangle, brushing against her lower lips. Her beak creeps down further still, taking him knees deep into her gullet.

19:03 James_Lemoor feels her start to jam his feet into the mouth, feeling his shins and calves being covered in saliva, that tongue licking over his fur. He whimpered, and thrash more before feeling her lay on top of him. He was slowly sliding up towards her mouth, his face right at the bast of her stomach, hearing it gurgle and call for him. He screamed into it, wanting someone to hear, especially when that first gulp came, suddenly jerking him towards her mouth more. He shivered, that tongue coating him with saliva, drool dripping down his shivering legs.

19:09 Serilde purrs rather loudly as she takes the in the wonderful flavor of her prey. She'd drawn enough of him in that she had reached where his fur was damp with alcohol and found it to be a wonderful baste for her treat. Her belly squashed down on top of him, muffling his words and growling loud enough for him to hear despite his cries. THere would be no rescue for him now. Another coulple gulps and his hips begin to press into her beak. Her tongue glances over his tail hole before focusing on the musky orbs between them, lathering them um in the hot slime.

19:19 James_Lemoor would scream and whimper into her stomach, the mouth just swallowing more and more of him. Another gulp and his thighs were inside. Feeling that tongue slide between his thighs felt so odd, matting the fur down between them. His tail whipped around, until another swallow got his tail base and his hips in the mouth. He shivered at the tongue licking his tail hole and then felt that tongue on his balls. He shivered, whimpering now as she felt him up. The attention to his genitals were causing him to go hard, but he wasn't paying attention to that. His face was now pressed up against the bottom of her chest. That warm, moist breath over his body, the drool dripping down his body as he was pulled into it. He clawed at the ground, trying to pull himself out, but he couldn't get a good grip on anything!

19:24 Serilde snickers around her meal as he continues to flail and cry out for help. She loved the patrons who had some spark in them most of all, they always made for a good snack. Her tongue runs over the member a couple more times, before she swallows with a loud gulp. He now causes some distension in her throat where his form showed through. She could feel inside, his paws pressing up against the lining of her crop, forcing the creature to begin to curl up. Finally she flicks her beak up skyward, holding him above her as he slips down, giving him a nice clear view of him disapearing between that black and yellow beak, into the glistening pink flesh.

19:41 James_Lemoor feels that sallow take his rear and waist down to the throat. He saw that throat bulge with his body inside, his face finally away from her chest and belly. He then puts his hands on the sides of the beak, trying to push himself out. There has to be someway to get out! He pushed as hard as he could, and it seemed like it would work, until that flick of her mouth made his hands slip inside. Now with no way to pull himself out, he screamed in utter terror as he looked down, seeing his body bulge in her throat and disappearing into her chest. he could smell her breath as he came closer to the mouth, that tongue lickign every inch of him. He shivered, trying desperately to get out!

19:47 Serilde feels him curling up further and further at the top of her chest in her crop, forcing her chest to expand and creak some. And there goes his hands, with a gulp those are held inside her slimy embrace as well. Soon all that remains outside of her beak is his head, which her hot fishy breath wafts over, though in it is something far more sinister, the smell of meat. He certainly wasn't the first to disappear down her throat. Her beak darts forward one more time and with a loud clack that echos around him, he's sealed in darkness. Her tongue gurls up around his muzzle and shoves it down into the pulsating throat. A sharp claw presses into his form as it disapears down into her expanding chest. "Oh, it was I who pushed you into the waiter, by the way, you tasty morsel~"

20:02 Serilde : (boop?)

20:04 James_Lemoor : ((Sorry, didn't hear the ding!))

20:10 James_Lemoor whimpers as he feels himself being swallowed. The gryphon was hungry, and she seemed to hav this method down packed. As soon as his head was outside the mouth, he noticed the smell of her breath. Rotten meat...this wasn't her first time at all! He felt his head start to go down and rest in the beak. He screamed again until he felt that beak shut, the tongue feeling and licking around his face, around his muzzle, before feeling that tight throat muscle pull around his face and muzzle, and now curled u in her chest, feeling that claw poking at him. He screamed and thrashed around in the very tight space, wanting out. "Let me out! Get me out of here! Someone help!!!"

20:16 Serilde smirks, knowing that she was the only one who could hear the morsel wiggling in her crop. She turns around and opens the door, stepping back out into the club. The loud thumping music would sound so distant to her meal, competing with the organic gurgling ahead and the steady thumping of her heart. Her chest sack sways as she makes her way over to the bar, ordering a drink and a sampler plate. Her claw roughly traces over her chest as she sits at the bar.

20:27 Serilde : (did you miss my post, saw the dc

20:28 James_Lemoor : No I got the post, but give me a second, I have to reboot stuff

20:42 James_Lemoor continues to struggle fiercely inside. The gurgling around him made him fearful of death that will come, and the calm heartbeat that pounded made him truly realize he was inside her. He pushed out, trying to get out, trying to come where he came from, but no avail. He heard the music outside, but barely, the gurgling and the pounding was too much. No one could hear him scream, but he did anyway. Maybe someone would see a thrashing sac and call the cops. Maybe someone will do something. He started to shiver inside, fear prominent, as he tries to catch his breath, feeling her sit down and stop, not knowing what she was doing next.

20:46 Serilde takes a long sip of the cool liquid as it arrives, bathing the lemur in the harsh stench of whiskey. She then picks up her plate and begins to gulp down the treats in short order. A couple of slimy stuffed mushrooms squish against his coat, followed down with fried cheese and some anchovies. The motions of the crop squish teh gritty slimy food into his coat, working between his paws and and other knooks.

20:50 James_Lemoor soon felt something pouring onto his head, and catching the sent of it, it was whiskey. He whimpered and struggled, before soon feeling something come down on him...mushrooms. She was eating more after eating him! He growled and thrashed around, feeling the food fall on him, get in places he didn't want chewed food to be, as he struggled and screamed inside. She was still in the bar! How could no one see him?!

20:56 Serilde snickers as she feels him moving inside of her chest. Her large bulging patch of feathers rather obscured any of his struggles as they fluffed out. Finishing off her plate she gives another deeper gulp, allowing the back end of his crop to open up. Foul acrid air wafts up from deeper inside the bird as the crop begins to squeeze on his form, slowly pushing him down through the tight opening towards the next sack, where the real fun would begin.

21:03 James_Lemoor whimpers as he feels more and more of that food come down on top of him, starting to struggle, until he felt something open up from under him, smelling that foul air coming from within, and knew eactl where he was going to next. his legs were sucked in first as he felt his body starting to very slowly slide down out of the crop. he screamed and struggled as his form was squeezed over, starting to feel his feet going to someplace very, very warm, hearing the gurgling even louder now as soon, his head was the only thing in the crop, the ring around his throat as he struggled to keep up.

21:05 Serilde : (hmm dinner break bbiab)

21:32 Serilde : (And back)

21:36 Serilde could hardly hear his screams over the loud music, and he was inside of her. The poor saps around her would be none the wiser to what had transpired, and even if they were, who would want to incur the formel's wrath? She purrs gently around his form and gets up from where she sat, letting her now lumpy belly swing beneath her. It seemed somehow even hotter and wetter in her stomach as it swelled to accomidate her new short term guest, and began to squeeze its slippery muscles around his form, kneading the shallow, but deepening pool of caustic fluids into his coat. She makes her way towards the breakroom now, lest any of the guests start to wonder about the movements.

21:46 James_Lemoor starts to feel his form start to slide down, and soon, his head slipped into that passage, and hiw body slowly made it's way to the stomach, feeling himself hanging down from under her. The stomach gurgled loudly in his ear, the smell of it making him gag as the stomach pulse and squeezed around him. The fluids sitting under him thrashed around and onto his fur. He shivered, feeling a bit more room than the chest pouch. He started to push out, make indents os his hands and face in the walls, but by the time he was doing that, eh felt her walking, obviously back to a place in private. He whimpered and screamed, but no one could hear. is fur drenched, his body shaking, he thrashed around, just wanting anyone to hear.

21:54 Serilde pushes open the door to the breakroom and then lays down on her back on one of the cushioned couches, inverting her occupant. Her claw traces along the fighting bulge in her gut as she lets out a little laugh. "Fight and scream all you want~ This is one of the perks of this job, and I doubt any of the waitresses will take issue with me disposing of the trash~" She purrs, and then smirks, "Well I suppose this isnt disposing of it yet, but soon I'll be squeezing you out in a couple brown logs~"

22:37 James_Lemoor whimpered and sontinued to thrash around. He felt a chill down his spine when that claw trace around him. He pushed out, his head making his appearance against the gut. "Let me out!" he said. "Please I don't want to die! I'll do anything...ANYTHING!" he said as he pushed, feeling the stomach start to heat up in there, making it a bit harder to breathe. He felt a sort of tinging sensation that he is trying to ignore. He doesn't want to die, or even think about death.

22:44 Serilde grins as he thrashes and then pushes down harder upon his form, finding his nose and giving it a little soft boop through the flesh. "Oh, but how are you going to do anything worth the hassel you caused the little barmaid? I bet she just would love to come help me rub you down, if she wanders in." The formel feels a bit of a rumbling from her stomach and lets out a massive belch, constricting the tight walls around her prey and purging some of his air. The walls clench and roll over the poor lemur's fur as they massage the hot gurgling acid into his flesh, drawing his fur from his body.

22:55 < Serilde> (boop)

22:58 James_Lemoor whimpered and then felt that bop on the nose, making him go back. The belch came and constricted him more, now he barely has any air. He breathed short breaths, starting to push out on the walls weaker, that stomach constricting him, feeling his fur start to melt off, He shivered softly, wanting out, weak hands pushing out against her stomach. "Please...I don't want to die..."

23:04 Serilde rolls her ees as she hears his desperate cry and feels his movemetns growing weaker still. "Oh well, just think about it just as transforming...like a catapillar, into your true form, a pile a waste," she responds with a cold mirthfulness to her voice. She can feel him slowing inside of her now as he struggles to stay conscious as the walls of the stomach clench over him. The stinging bile fills what little air remains, burning at the lungs and carrying with it the scent of death.

23:08 James_Lemoor struggled more as the walls started to churn him up a bit, starting to feel his eyes tear up from the heat and stench, and coughing and gagging a bit as he clawed for air. He pushed out a bit a few more times, before he felt his body start to go numb, and could barely move. His fur now completely off, he saw his skin starting to dissolve, before whimpering, trying to get breath one more time before slipping into unconsciousness

23:17 Serilde gives another soft burp as she finally feels the treat inside finally going still. There, now there'd be one less asshole hastling the wait staff. The formel gives a glance up at the clock as she traces over her lumpy belly. Oh look at the time, seems she ought to get back to work. With that, the formel steps right on back into the club to face the patrons once more, albeit with a rather heavy stomach. Throughout the night, the formel does her job dutifully, as does her stomach, which squashes and kneads the form inside, slowly liquifying it and causing it to round out, before that too begins to shrink as her meal emtpies into her intestines. Finally three oclock rolls around and the shift is over. None to soon too, as then the gryphon rushes over to the bathrooms to let out her short term occupant. Settling on a seat, she flags her tail and begins to grunt, eeking out hot brown log after hot brown log, smooth, and without any indication of what she'd eaten earlier that night. The mass alternates between watery and solid as it piles up, stinking the bathrooms. By the time she's done, the bowl is rather full of his remains. Then the formel begins to cough into the trash bin. A lumpy football sized bulge makes its way up her throat before splatting out into the trash. A cracked white skull and a mass of fur surrounding cracked bones peaks out at her as the hot scent of her stomach fills the room. With that, the formel trots off, leaving the cleaning staff to deal with the rest.