Revenge for Some Fallen Preys

9 August 2016

20:29 Serilde nibbles on frankies tail! Will revenge her fallen peacock brethren (Its gyro~)

20:29 Frankie Drake glances over his shoulder at tail-nibblers. "Huh?"

20:32 Serilde is a rather large formel, with pretty tan feathers except for a chocolate brown mask around her eyes. She releases the tail and licks her beak, contemplating his flavor. "Hmmm there's quite the pretty dragon. And a very tasty one too. You wont be either when I'm done I think though~" She purrs out.

20:34 Frankie Drake huffs indignantly. "I'm not sure what you're hinting at! But I'm pretty sure I know I don't like it!" he huffs, turning to pull his tail out of reach and sit facing the gryphon so he can keep an eye on her.

20:37 Serilde takes a couple steps closer to the scaled creature and grins at the edges of her beak. She stands slightly taller than him and gazes down into his eyes. Her claw reaches forward and traces up his jaw line as she grins down at him. "Oh, I'm saying I'll do to you what I do to any other tasty piece of meat that comes before me~" She responds with a purr.

20:49 Frankie Drake nips for that talon when it draws near to his face, and possibly that beak too if it comes within range of nibbles. Frankie's not above eating things larger than himself, and he'd make that readily apparent if he was given the chance to do so! "Meat? I think you're mistaken! I'm mostly fluff!"

20:53 Serilde opens her beak wide and lets the hard maw hang open, displaying her drooling pink flesh for a moment before she closes it. She pulls her claw away from him and flicks the drool off of it. "Fluff is it? The easier to get you down then," she says, and then brings her claws down to press into his fuzzy shoulders.

20:59 Frankie Drake squirms and shrugs his shoulders, trying to backpedal out of the gryphon's grasp, weaving his head side to side and growling at the gryph. "You let go of me right now missy! You'll be sorry! Dragons breath fire!" he asserts, even if Frankie himself is capable of no such thing.*

21:02 Serilde laughs and holds his shoulders a little tighter as he begins to wiggle in her grasp. "Oh how cute of a threat. I've been obsevering you, and I dont think I've once seen you breath fire, only feathers on occasion," She responds. Suddenly she darts her head forward and takes his head into her maw, breathing hot meaty breath over him, and slathering his form with her tongue.

21:04 Frankie Drake huffs and frizzes up, growing fluffier and more dry-mouth inducing as he leans and cranes his weight backward, sitting down and peddling his feet uselessly at the ground to try and garner traction to retreat with, it fails pitifully though, and his growling protests become tinged with whining.

21:05 < Serilde> (hmm dinner break bbiab)

21:05 < Frankie> (( I have one forthcoming myself ))

21:38 Serilde approaches him with each backpeddel he takes, soon bringing the dragon to the point of being pressed up against a tree. Her mouth opens and shuts around his fluffy head a couple times, stimulating more drool to come forth to wet the fluffy coated until its nice and slick in her maw. She finally presses her head forward and gives a loud glck, drawing the first of her prey down her powerful throat.

21:40 < Serilde> (am back :P)

21:55 < Frankie> (( I'm only here for a moment, I don't think I'lll be able to finish, but I really appreciate you thinking of me like this ~

21:56 < Serilde> (Alright alright ^^ I figured I'd return the favor :P I'm in a preddy mood.

21:56 < Serilde> (well maybe we'lll continue later then :P)

22:48 < Frankie> (( I have time now if you're still around. ))

22:48 < Serilde> ( :D )

22:49 < Frankie> (( If it matters though, you don't have to return any favors, I like predding! ))

22:49 < Serilde> (Sure but you like prey too, or at least your profile says so! And I'm in a preddy mood :P)

22:50 < Frankie> (( I leave that there to keep my options open! It's a 'yes' not a 'fave' if that makes sense! ))

22:50 < Frankie> (( not that I'm looking a gift horse in the mouth by any means! ))

22:50 < Frankie> (( I think I'm staring down a throat by this point anyhow. And you're more of a gryphon than a horse!

22:51 < Serilde> (ahh gotcha! Well both are yes on your thing :B But ye I'd prefer to nom if you dont mind anyways :P)

22:52 < Frankie> (( If it's what you'd like! I'm fine with that, really! I suppose I do have a bit of a leaning for being prey, but I so rarely get the chance, besides, I'm just as happy to pred more often than not! ))

22:52 < Serilde> (Its your post then silly! :B

22:53 < Frankie> (( Oh! I just realized... ))

22:54 Frankie Drake shrinks back against the tree's trunk sheepishly, hardly growling at all, more plaintively whining and trying to shake his head 'no' for lack of a proper ability to speak with his head entrenched in the gryphon's throat. He does manage to fluff up further, as though suddenly electrocuted. Frankie's hands find their way to the gryphon's shoulders, pushing on her feebly at best.

22:57 Serilde digs her talons down a little bit further into his shoulders and then slides them down around his arms to help keep them at his sides. She squints her eyes shut as she feels the fur draging across her flesh, soaking up her spit faster than she can make it, and leaving his taste rather faint, but takes another gulp anyways. The throat muscles clench around his form, pulling him deeper inside as her hard beak begins to push against his chest.

23:03 Frankie Drake squirms side to side, leaning left, then right, whining more, and bucking backward so that his rear thumps aginst the tree, trying in vain to retreat while there is little of anywhere to go with his struggle to escape. Frankie's feet feel tentatively at the tree, then try to skirt around it to one side, the left specifically, his left, not the gryphon's, his tail tucks between his legs, dragging along the ground.

23:06 Serilde certainly wasnt going to let her meal get away from her that easily. She sidesteps with him as he goes left, making him circle the tree instead. Her feathered chest presses hard against the fluff, trapping him between the rough bark and her body as her maw continues to creep around him. She wiggles her beak side to side, slowly forcing him deeper where the thicker slime of the neck helps to lubricate the dry scratchy fur.

23:10 Frankie Drake would whine more but he's pretty shrill, on the verge of squealing shriekily and trying to get his feet between himself and the gryphon, though they just kick about on either side of her, not really able to wedge inbetween the two of tehm properly enough to shove her away properly.*

23:15 Serilde can hardly hear his noises with his head so deep in her throat now. It bulges out against Frankie's chest as the bird dips her head lower on him. The foul smell of her insides gets stronger the further down he travels, and soon Frankie finds himself up to his belly in her slippery gullet. His head presses against the lining of her crop, forcing him to begin to curl inside of her chest.

23:22 Frankie Drake squirms feebly, and then more feebly, pushing his legs out on either side of the formel with his toes splayed. The dragon gives a fitful thrashing, though his efforts are muted with the gryphon leaning against him like this. He still manages whining, though it's more of a distorted warble at this point, he's clearly unhappy.*

23:27 Serilde snorts around frankie as she grasps around his thighs and sits back, tilting her head up and letting the rest of his furred form thrash above her. As his weight settled down on her, he'd slip faster into her eager gullet. She darts her beak up in quick gulps, surrounding more and more of him in her slippery flesh. As she does so, the bottom of her strained crop begins to open, letting frankie's head to slip down into an acrid smelling chamber with fumes that burn at ones eyes.

23:31 Frankie Drake kicks his legs where he can, constrained above his knees, making his toes clench and his legs tremble. His tail flits about behind him in agitation, panic even. He fidgets and writhes too, probably expediting his descent as he flounders about in such a sense of terror. Frankie closes his eyes as tightly as he can muster to avoid the painful sensation that takes to his facial features.*

23:34 Serilde brings a talon up to feel at the bulge settling down in her belly as the flailing form steadily works frankie deeper, even faster than her own swallows. After about one more minute her beak finally snaps shut around his tail. one final last gulp draws that down out of her beak, where she then feels it sliding down her throat and into hte hot gurgling chamber beyond. The stomach is only rimmed with caustic fluid at the moment, but it sets about chruning her meal's form and massaging it into his coat.

23:38 Frankie Drake does what little he can to push and shove at the walls, but with his limbs so very constrained it's difficult to move at all. He whines louder, hoping someone else might hear and come to his aid, but it's unlikely. He gives a plaintive whine, and licks that stomach, hoping that maybe if he's sugary sweet and kind that the gryphon will burp him back up again before it's too late.*

23:41 Serilde feels a rumbling in her stomach and then gives a burp, but the dragon doesnt come back up with it. She then settles back down onto her back and brings a talon to gently stroke over the wiggling bulge the creature makes in her gut. "Oh quit your whining! Gryphon shit is an improvement over your present existance~" She tease. Her words are loud, overcoming even the eagerly gurgling stomach and her rapid heartbeat.

23:45 Frankie Drake manages to roll over a few times, trying to kick still, but it doesn't do him much of any good. He does manage to respond to the stroking tubs with his shoving though, trying to push away at the talon stroking across his captive person stowed away and struggling in the formel's belly*

23:48 Serilde begins to purr as she feels his struggling picking up. His rolling merely helps to make sure that the deepening acid bath soaks in all over his form. Already the fluids tingle at his coat and begin to burn as the fur falls away. The stomach squeezes tight and presses on his form and as she feels his struggling she pushes back against his shoving. "THats right~ Fight all you want~ It only makes my ultimate sucess all the sweeter~"

23:52 Frankie Drake has little recourse but to give up, he's clearly not going anywhere, and while he's certainly not inclined to stay, he doesn't seem to have a whole lot of choice. He gives a little squeaky whimper and tries to nose about for some semblance of an escape route. Pushing and prodding with his muzzle all but fitfully.*

23:56 Serilde 's stomach is sealed up rather tight. It doesnt seem like there's much in the way of outs as it squeezes around him, and the acids grow deeper still. She lets out a little yawn and closes her eyes, steadily drifting off into sleep as the slippery organ continues to break down Frankie even further, exposing the muscles beneath his flesh.

23:58 < Serilde> (I do need to start considering bed soon btw...so I suppose we ouht to wrap up soon)

00:00 Frankie Drake keeps conscious on adrenaline alone mostly, otherwise he'd have succumbed to the torment of his predicament, so instead he just kicks and fails fitfully for the time being, unable to gain any leeway or make much of a difference to the constricting environs pushing upon him from all angles*

00:04 Serilde snores softly around her tasty morsel, letting her gurgling belly continue to churn around him, adding to the noises of gurgling and the thumping heart. The fighting in her stomach only serves to provide a relaxing massage as she slumbers away. The dragon would find that he cant feel in his extremities soon as the flesh melts completely away at his claws and tail tip, leaving only bone. The rest of his body wont be fairing too well either.

00:08 Frankie Drake is coasting on fumes, though they don't last forever, the dragon eventually expires from the sheer stress and utter agony of it all, leaving him a bubbling burbling mess within the pit of the gryph's belly without any chance of escaping any longer.

00:08 < Frankie> ((I'm getting a little tired here, we should probably conclude in a few more posts if at all possible. I'll stick around as long as needed to see things through though*

00:09 < Serilde> (Well frankie's expired, so I suppose its just for me to write a closing post now, aye? :D)

00:10 < Frankie> (( If that's amenable to your interests that'd be good!))

00:14 Serilde sleeps rather soundly as the digesting bird food in her stomach is leached of its flesh, compacting down with each squeeze of her stomach, shattering bones and causing her belly to shrink and become soft as its liquified into chyme and then later absorbed partially by her gut. What remains though, begins to build up at her rump many hours later. A loud fart from herself startles her awake and causes the formel to blush.

00:14 < Serilde> (Oops accidental enter)

00:20 Serilde scrunches her beak at the foul scent and then gets up to her feet rather quickly. She flags her tail and squats back, tensing her gut while relaxing her rump. A dark brown log begins to press forth from within, smelly and smooth with no indication of what the formel had previously dined on. The foul scent fills the air as more tumbles out, until there's a rather sizeable pile of gryphon shit beneath her rump. She then follows the mess with a bright yellow stream that runs down the side of the pile, adding the scent of urine to the mess.

00:22 Serilde turns to admire it with a grin. Yep, this was certainly an improvement on what the dragon had been before. Then she begins to notice another call in her chest. Hacking a nd coughing she slowly brings up a mass that makes a bulge in her throat. Fanning her beak out wide she heaves, and suddenly a mass of fur surrounding a mess of broken bones tumbles down to the ground. Partially from within it, a bleached white skull stares back with fur filled eyes. With a snort she flicks the slimy pooling mound into the pile of shit and struts off, leaving all that remains of frankie behind.

00:23 < Serilde> (I hope thats enjoyable ^^)

00:23 < Frankie> (( yes thank you!~ ))

00:23 < Serilde> (Sleep well you tasty drag!)

00:24 < Frankie> (( I wil, and thank you again~ )