Protien for a Hard Day's Work

22 August 2016

15:26 Serilde makes her way into the bar with a chest puffed up, flicking her tail as she glances around the room. She makes his way over to one of the couches on the side of the room and flops down upon the cushions. With a lazy claw, she flags down a waiter and waits for her drink.

15:32 Dragonwolfy was chilling peacefully in his spot before he noticed the Gryphon making her way into the club. He blinked a few times, taking a moment look over her before he gives her a friendly tailwave.

15:35 Serilde catches the Dragon's wave and gives him a lazy wave in return as she sprawls along the couch. She taps on the table, waiting for her drink rather impatiently.

15:38 Dragonwolfy 's ears perk up as he sees the returned way, chuckling slightly to himself as he sees her getting slightly impatient with the service around here. He hops off of his chair and pads over on all fours to the Gryphon, "Hi there."

15:48 Serilde narrows her eyes as the other patron begins to plod towards her and watches his every move. The formel was rather tired from a hard day's work. Her feathers appeared a tad ruffled and unkempt as he approaches. She gives a gruff grunt at the dragonwolf and responds in kind, "Can I help you?"

15:52 Dragonwolfy was a little taken back by the response, though he should have totally seen it coming, she did sound a little impatient after all. He took note of her slight unkempt appearance, definitely signs of a hard or stressful day, "Oh, sorry. I just saw you sitting here. You seemed a little stressed." He looks around, "I was wondering if I could give you some company?"

16:02 Serilde responds wordlessly by shifting her body such that there was just a little bit of room at her hind legs, allowing the strange creature to slip along side her. The faint saltyness of dried sweat and a similar musk hung off of her, further evidence of a hard day at work. Powerful toned muscles shown beneath her furred legs and feathers, rippling as she shifts.

16:06 Dragonwolfy 's face brightens up as he sees the Gryphon making a bit of space for him to sit down. His nose could easily pick up on her salty scent, not that he knew much different from her original clean scent, but he could deduce that was just another sigh on a hard day, "So I take it today didn't go too smoothly... Could I perhaps get you a drink or something?" He says happily as he sits in the offered seat, "Seems the service hasn't gotten you something yet."

16:15 Serilde turns to watch him as he sits beside her, shifting a little bit more as he sits and curling her tail, causing it to brush against the dragon's form. "Today was fine...I'm just tired. Today was physicals and sparring and I have to set an example for the rest of the troop," she reponds, with some exhaustion lingering in her voice. "This is a well enough place to rest after a long day. I much enjoy the crowd." She does seem a little more interested when he offers her a drink, and gives a nod, "I'll take a fine triple single malt scotch, served neat, if you would."

16:22 Dragonwolfy feels that tail brush against his side, smiling at her before listening to her speak. He nods his head, "Ooh yeah I see. You got to be the example you want them to become." He continues, "Well then it is definitely a good thing that you came here." He smiles, "And I can certainly do that. Single malt, triple, coming up." He shifts out of his spot that he had just taken up before padding over to the bar. He looks around for the bartender and if none came up any time soon, his tail would sneak over the counter to grab a bottle of 21 year Glenfiddich. He looked at it, it said single malt and scotch, so that must be it. He grabbed a tumbler and poured three servings full into it. He placed the bottle back then came back over to the Gryphon, placing the drink in front of her, "Here you go." He said kindly, shuffling in and mistakenly taking up more space than he should as he pressed up against your side.

17:57 Serilde watches as the strange creature plods over towards the bar and then pours a glass of the dark amber liquid into it. She licks her beak in anticipation, and as he arrives back with the glass, takes it from him with a slight tink as her talons cling against the hard surface. "Thank you," she responds plainly, and then brings the liquid up to her beak.T he gryphon regards the alcohol with a pleased grin and then takes a long deep inhale fo the fumes, savoring the mix of scents that spill forth from the glass and tingle against her nares. Then, letting it out, she then tilts a bit of liquid into her beak, squishing it upon her tongue. A low purr escapes her body as she enjoys the bitter flavore and then turns back to the Dragon, raising her glass. "Thanks much." Though soon she notices the fact that h e's encroached upon her space and pushes against him with a foot paw. "You're getting a bit cuddly there."

18:04 Dragonwolfy takes his time in watching the Gryphon breath in the aromas of the aged alcoholic beverage. He smiles to himself, tail wriggling about before he suddenly feel a footpaw on him, scooching over to the edge of the chair, "Oh sorry." He apologizes. He waits for her to have another sip before asking, "Is that to your liking? I am not a huge scotch drinker myself... But I guess the label looked nice and the year seemed high enough." He chuckles. "Are you not feeling a bit more relaxed?" He tilts his head a bit as he looks at the Gryphon, suddenly blinking then inwardly facepalming, "My apologies once again. I seem to have lost my manners. I'm Dragonwolf... But you can call me anything you prefer, some call me DW." He adds, "By what name do you go by as?"

18:13 Serilde relaxes a bit more as the Dragon moves towards the edge of the chair and extends her hind claws enough to prick upon his scales. She takes another short swig, enjoying the flavor before gulping and sending that down her gullet with a sigh. "Yes, I think that this is rather lovely, good and flavorful." She gives him a beaky grin and takes another sip.S he snorts at his question, but still, gives a little nod. "It does help ease the mind, though I think you'll have to give me a bit before I'm all relaxed. My name is Serilde, by they way, DW," she responds. A couple more sips and she's feeling a little more at ease, even begining to curl her tail around him gently.

18:19 Dragonwolfy shivers as he feels her hind claws pricking at the scales beneath his fur. His fur stands on ends with goosebumps but he doesn't move, rather enjoying the sensation. He continues to watch the amber liquid spill into her beak, imagining the warmth raising up in her throat, well for him that is what happens anyway. "Oh I am glad. I didn't want to get you something quite so average, cant have average on a high worked day." He nods to emphasize his words, "Oh I understand, you need your time to recover." He smiles then perks and ear as he hears her name, "Oh it is a delight to make your acquaintance Serilde." he had a little trouble at first with curling his tongue nicely to pronounce it like you did. His one ear twitches when he feels the tail curling around him, his own tail moving to stroke along the middle of that appendage, "So were the troops any good today?"

18:27 Serilde nods at DW's question as she feels herself getting a little more relaxed. Her tail searches across his body, gently twining with his own and brushing across his rump. "Yes, they were plenty good today. They know not to mouth off ot me or complain or things get even tougher than they are already." She responds with a confident smirk.T he formel takes a deep breath and the lets out a sigh as she gulps down another mouthful of scotch. There was one thing she'd forgotten to grab in her haste to get away, however, and her stomach gives a little growl of hunger as the first bit of pains come from her belly. "Still, even then its quite exausting and uses up all of ones energy." She shifts a little more against him, seeming to getting a little more comfortable with his presence as she r elaxes.

18:34 Dragonwolfy can sense the Gryphon becoming more relaxed, feeling it in how her tail searches over his body, sending little shivers over his skin and how it intertwines with his own tail. His tail gives the appendage a little caring squeeze before he tensed up as the tip of fluff brushed over his rear, "Oh well they are smart. I can only imagine the extra workout they'd get if they said something out of line." He chuckles.T he hybrid watches Serilde sip her scotch again, feeling like he can relax too now that she wasn't so tense. His ear twitched with the slight sound of a stomach growl, he wasn't sure what it was yet, and he was most definitely distracted when he felt a warmth against him. His face brightens up into a smile, not letting her see his goofiness but he enjoyed it, letting her lean in against him, "Doing that everyday must really make you work up an appetite. I'm sure it require quite a fair amount of protein to keep up your strength."

18:40 Serilde gives a little chuckle at the response, nodding to him. "You usually only end up with a couple of troublemakers for the first week or two of new recruits, but they rather quickly fall in line. Collective punishment does wonders, and I dont partipate in any of those that I dish out, so I dont worry about overworking myself," she says with a wicked grin on her beak. S He ruffles her feathers, which crackle as the encrusted salt breaks from them and then lets her wings relax, coming off from her sides to glance upon the dragon's form as well. She's too focused on her drink to notice his goofy smile as she takes another good swig from it. The formel gives a little chuckle as he hears his comment and gives a little nod. "Yep, a chicken or two often graces my plate on a really good night."

18:46 Dragonwolfy chuckles, "Oh yeah?" He listens, "I'm sure there are some heated arguments when lights go out for when one or two of them force the unit to all get punishment." He then says, "Well that is good too. Push them hard and break them before building them back up, hey?" He asks as he sees that wicked grin on her beak. H is ears twitch as the feathers ruffle, seeing the salt crackle as well as smell it as tiny particles would waft up into the air, "A whole chicken or two? That is definitely a healthy appetite." He nods, "I could imagine that can get expensive. Does the messhall provide enough food though? I have never been, but I feel that things could be rationed to save on costs." He looks a little concerned at the Gryphon.

18:55 Serilde nods tersely at her little friend and then adds, "Yep, I'm pretty sure some things may happen to the new recruits. I've occasionally come across one who had their feathers plucked such that rewd things written upon them." She gives a hearty laugh and then snorts. "Of course, I would never take any notice of this." S he shuffles a little closer still, this time wrapping a wing and a talon around him, and grinning upon her beak. "Well, the recruits have been known to suppliment thier diet with other things too, and the trade caravans we guard pay quite handsomely. Better to have an expensive guard than lose a wagon full of goods to some ungrateful marauders," she says with a snicker. Her beak gets a little closer to the dragon, as sh epresses towards his fur. "S peaking of chicken though, I must say, I think you quite remind me of one~"

19:05 Dragonwolfy chuckles and laughs a bit with you as you say that, "Oh my... That is quite crude... But I can honestly thing it is effective enough to have harmony in the troop." He smiles, "And a blind eye probably encouraged their own form of punishment int he ranks." He chuckles some more. He feels her pressing in closer to him, enjoying the closeness quite a bit, his tail wriggling in the embrace of her own. He snuggles in some as he feels that wing and talon wrapping around him, bringing his body in snug, "They've been supplementing their diets? With what?" He asks innocently, "And that sure makes sense, it is similar to how judges work." He smiles only to blink as he comes in real close, beak pressing towards him, "Wait... I do?" He tilts his head, wings pressing against his back as he stares into the Gryphons eyes.

19:11 Serilde chuckles and leans forward to lick the dragon across his snout, savoring the flavor that lingers across her tongue, before then turning for another gulp of her liquor. "You did hit the nail on the head about me needing quite a bit of protien," she says, a mixture of whiskey and a fishy smell lingering on her breath. "I think I just might need a bit of a protien suppliment," s he says with a chuckle. Suddenly the claws wrap around his body all the tighter, becoming just a little more threatening still as she shifts to completly envelop him in her form, pinning him against the couch. Another eager growl escapes the gryphon's stomach as she licks her beak, staring down at him.

19:18 Dragonwolfy blushes at the lick to his snout, cheeks a little pink but he couldn't help feel like something was wrong here. He stared into her eyes as she spoke, ears twitching, "Hitting it on the head..?" He asked questioningly, "Yeah I did say that... What is your point?" His heart started to beat faster in his chest, smelling the whisky and fish on her breath as he spoke at his snout, "What do you mean, need more of a protein supplement... You can't mean!" He eeps out in surprise as it finally dawns on him, feeling the claws tightening around him, those little cuddles were just a way for him to drop his guard, for her to get in closer. He wriggled about in that tight grip as she enveloped him with her form, then pushed him to the couch, wings pinned against his back. He tilted his head lower down as he heard the growling again, it was coming from her stomach, "Oh my gosh you do! help me! Please don't!" He didn't know what to call out first.

19:27 Serilde gives a laugh as it seems that DW has realized exactly what she means to happen to him and then gives another lick across his face, tightening her grip upon his form. "DW, or should I call you food, since you said I could call you what I'd like. Anyways, food, I mean for you to be my tasty little protien suppliment. You're enough protien here that I think you'll last me several days and help me through many a workout."H er claws dig in a little more against his form as she attempts to contain his struggling. "Struggle all you want, food, its not going to help you. No one cares one with what happens to you, and may even rub my stomach as I let you gurgle away into nothing but a little pellet," she teases. Then without any more ceremony, her beak opens wide, revealing the dark pink flesh contained within wiht hot dripping drool that splatters down onto him. She stuffs h is head inside, giving a loud gulp, sealing his snout and the first of him in the hot gullet.

19:34 Dragonwolfy stares up at the Gryphon as he licks at his face, shocked that he had gotten himself into such a precarious position. He listens to what she says, cheeks flushing at her words and he never thought that being called food would cause him to react in such a way. "I... I don't want to be your food. I want to live..." He meeps out under his breath as that grip tightens around him, "Can't you get more chicken somewhere else?" He tries to bargain his way out of this. He suddenly goes silent as she tells him how no one cares, how everyone here would rather pet his gurgling away bulge in her belly than him. Was he just food? " His eyes open wide as he sees that beak open wide before his face. His body tenses, his head trying to rear back but was pinned to the couch before that beak descended upon him. He let out one last finally cry for help before his muzzle was stuffed into the Gryphons beak. He could still see, his eyes still out from within that ravenous. He wriggled and squirmed as best he could but that tight grip never seemed to easy up around him.

19:42 Serilde licks over the face for just half a second before her beak darts forward, sliding a little further over his furry scales that made up his head and pulling his eyes into the flesh beyond that pulsates with each powerful gulp. S erilde must be quite ravenous after all, as it seems that she isnt even taking the time to savor her piece of food, instead qucikly darting her beak forward until it encompases his shoulders, begining to press his arms to his sides. The throat convulses around his form as it squeezes against his head, kneaedint the hot foul drool into his coat as he's drawn even deepe rinto her. She locks his arms and wings to his sides with her claws, working deeper s till til those wedge into her slick gullet. Around him the heavy thumping of her heart and her breathing accomany the gulping glrcks and the growling gurlgling stomach ahead.

19:49 Dragonwolfy 's entire body jolted and spazzed as he tried to break free of this 'death grip'. He cried out, muffled to the rest of the world, as his face sank in deeper into that beak as he darted forward. His vision going dark, his body going still for a moment like an Ostrich that was just blind folded. But as his arms were pinned to his sides, wings pulled in tight, feeling like a taco of some sorts, he started to struggle again. He felt the muscles pulling him in, the throat begging for his nutrients as he was slowly turned into food. No at this point, with no escape, he was foods. His ears thumped with the beat of that heard as the beak pressed and stretched over his shoulders, his head bulging her throat before disappearing into her chest. He meeped and his tail tried to thrash around, to fight for freedom from this skilled predator. He could feel that foul hot saliva seeping into his fur, making it easier for him to slide on down into his final resting place.

19:57 Serilde could feel his head already pressing down into a wider sack, her crop, giving him momentarily more room to move his head before pressing into the far end. After a couple more gulps the pressure becomes enough that htat too opens, allowing him to slip down into the greedy stomach beyond. I f he had thought the scent in her throat was bad, the scent in the stomach was infinitely times worse as the hot scent of bile mixes with that of the wiseky and alcohol, producing a foul air that burned at the lungs to even take in. The stomach cleches around his face as he's squeezed into the tighter section as the formel's beak reaches his crotch. The brid doesnt even have the courtessy to give him a final going away send off, instead only giving it a couple licks for completeness across his slit before gulping that down too.. She sits back with teh kicking legs sticking up from her gullet and slowly works them down, until finally the tongue curls over the pads, sending them down. When the tail tip moves beyond her beak, she snaps it shut, and then gulps, settling to her sides as she feels food's form pressing out into her hungry belly.

20:06 Dragonwolfy slides down further still, finding himself pressing into a wider sack. He 'looks' around, pitch back, wondering if he has already found himself in the Gryphons belly. He hmm's slightly, thinking things weren't too bad as more of him follows. In that moment his body goes still as his face soon presses against the back of the crop to reveal the true stomach. Almost instantly your food started kicking, the pungent scent hitting his nose, barely able to breath, was he going to die before even fully making it into those tight confines? He tried desperately, lungs burning with the acidic air. His legs kicked, his claws lashed about as he sank in further. His only hope now was to have a peaceful send off and he was happy for a moment, feeling that tongue lapping at the slit of his sheath, making it swell, the tip lipsticking out only for gravity to push him down. He cried out, swearing, blaspheming into the echo of the belly, that was just muffled grunts to the outside world. His form would fill the space, the food struggling down, pressing and pushing at that belly as his feet were slurped at. His only flag to the outside world was his tail, thrashing about, waving goodbye in a way as he was slurped down and he was nothing but bird feed.

20:16 Serilde settles back down onto her couch and lets out a loud burp that causes the stomach to clench tighter around the piece of meat that was in her gut, for thats all that he was to her. Tracing a talon over her prey's form, she then grabs her glass of whiskey and takes another, much larger swig before sending the warm liquid down to greet her guest once more. T he bird gives a little chuckle and pats her belly as she settles in to continue enjoying her lazy evening, fed and happy. A purr even begins to escape her belly, a far cry from the grumpy catbird that DW had met at the start of the evening. Inside her stomach though, things grow all the more active as the walls clench and squeeze over the food's form, working into the dragon's coat a pool of acids that slowly grows deeper around him as more fluids e xcrete into the surrounding chamber that tingles at his flesh as he begins to soak inside of it.

20:24 Dragonwolfy was forced to curl around himself, to occupy the least amount of space possible as those walls squeezed around him and his tail filled in a lot of the empty space. At least he has some 'breathable' air, even though his lungs burned. But suddenly he felt his world vibrate, the stomach becoming tighter and the air instantly thinning. He started to panic now, struggling, squirming in that belly as he felt a pressure run over his side from the outside. he frowns to himself as she pets her food, waiting patiently for her belly to slowly start making him into more simple foods. He could feel the tingling sensation working over his side, the walls massaging, spreading the acid though his fur as he slowly digested away. His vision would darken if he could see anything, eyes closing, or so he thought as his breath swept away. His mind becoming numb, his struggles slowly dying down as he soon lost consiousness, struggling to breath as his body needed all that oxygen for his high adrenaline dosed body.

20:41 Serilde lets out another burp as she feels her meal begin to loose consciousness in her gurgling stomach, which was rather eager to make use of the hunk of meat that now occupied it. "Its a shame they never last long," she muses, stretching out and closing her eyes as she lingers there. The formel begins to dose off as her stomach goes into over drive, steadily turning her prey into a sloppy chyme.

22:35 Serilde gets up from her couch as she blinks awake, feeling a bit of a need in her rump as her belly has finished working off what remained of that tasty little morsel from before. She rolls off the couch and then strolls over ot the bathrooms, pushing them open and disapearing inside.

22:41 Serilde makes her way over to one of the stalls and then stares over the empty bowl. Opening her mouth, she begins to gag, bringing up a large football sized bulge from her belly that distends her neck as it makes its way up it. The mass then falls from her lips to plop down into the water with a splash, quickly hiding the otherwise foul scent of her bile, though the flavor lingers upon her tongue. A mass of slimy dark purple fur surrounds a mess of broken bones leftover from her prey. A half cracked white skull stares up at her with a morbid grin upon its face. She snickers at it and says, "Well, looks like you enjoyed yoru time as food after all. I hope you enjoy what comes next." Turning around, the formel lifts her tail and then lets loose a number of creamy smooth brown logs who's stench fills up te air as they spring forth, burying the pellet in the sloppy mess. A couple wt farts follow, then a couple more logs. Without another word, the gryphon flushes the remians of her food away, never to think again about that wonderful protien suppliment.