Sharing in the Hunt

23 August 2016

21:33 < Gyro> Hey~ Still looking for someone to play with? I wouldn't mind feeding the dragon a tasty bird, even if he might protest some.~

21:35 < Flaps> I'm a bit distracted atm, but I might be able to make stuff work if you don't mind me playing that way.

21:36 < Gyro> Sure, I suppose I can deal with that

21:36 < Flaps> Your faves seem to really, really, really align with mine, so I think this would work out actually.

21:37 < Gyro> ya, thats what I was noticing actually :D

21:37 < Flaps> Plus you got a pretty cute character. I know how I'd like this to all go, but how would you like to start?

21:41 < Gyro> hmm staring is always the hardest part isnt it? Hmmm...I mean there's always the wandering into the wrong cave, or sunning in a dragon's territory while they're on the hunt, but I'm totally game for something more intersting.

21:42 < Gyro> Also, can I request that perhaps the gryph is the second meal of the evening or so? Its more fun if he shares a stomach with something well on its way to melting away . :P And the more you treat him like food, humiliate him the better~

21:43 < Flaps> Oh, you just made me think of a good plan for you. Consider your wish granted.

21:44 < Flaps> As for the start aaaah... I suppose a hunt could work, unless you have a better idea. If we go hunt, I'd prefer you start so I can get a grasp of what you're doing.

21:45 < Gyro> Ye, its custom that prey starts I find anyways. Since the pred gets the honor/work of the fun closing post~

21:45 < Flaps> Alright then, be my guest :)

21:47 < Flaps> ((Just to be clear, you like disposal but not scat. I'm assuming that makes you like me, in that you can tolerate scat when it's used in a disposal context, right?))

21:49 < Gyro> (I enjoy it used in a disposal context, ye. I can also enjoy it in say a humiliation about what's gonna happen to the prey. But scat for scats sake is where I draw a line :P)

21:53 GyroFeather stretches out on a nice warm brown rock, illuminated by the sun which shown high in the sky beating down on the happy little gryphon. He's sprawled out with his tail wagging behind him, showing off his dazzling tuft of feathers as he dozes, purring all the while. His wings are slightly fanned out, and from the air, his bright blue and purple form is visible from far up in the sky, especially amongst the dull rocks.

21:56 < Flaps> ((Give me a little bit, dealing with one of those distractions :p))

21:57 < Gyro> (heh no worries. I think I'm being force fed dinner now xP)

22:04 < Flaps> ((I got something written, but are you alright if we skip a lot of the... conversation in the beginning? :3))

22:04 < Gyro> (Sure :P)

22:05 Flaps stalked through the the woods, following his nose to the scent of prey. His stomach growled, working on its current meal, the dragon not exactly hungry, but what he was exactly was lazy. He did all of his hunting at once, preserving his prey to lazily enjoy in his roost. When he approached the treeline, he poked out his head. His size and his color made him an easy thing to spot, but luckily some prey weren't as wary as others. He spotted a peculiar creature; some kind of mix between a bird and a panther, lying on a rock, soaking in the sun. It was about the size of a kobold, and based on the colors, seemed female. The scent said otherwise. Odd. Were it on its feet, it would be a difficult catch, but flat on its back? He could make it there in just a few bounds...

22:08 Flaps leapt forward, covering half the distance in a single leap. Another two quick hops, and he had pulled the creature from the rock, snatching it between its jaws by the midsection, and ripping it into the air. It had only been two seconds since he left the treeline, but he had already won.

22:11 GyroFeather didnt even know what hit him as the massive dragon lept forth. Suddenly he found himself with sharp teeth digging into his midsection as hot foul breath beats against it and then washes around to his mouth, filling his nares. The sensations makes the bird's fur and feathers stand on end and his wings flare out as he wiggles against the sharp teeth, trying to break free of the grip. The movements cause the tips to prick against his skin, threatening to draw crimson blood from the gryphon. "N-no! What's going on! Spit me out!" he calls with frantic desperation as he becomes aware of his surrounds, with the ground lifting away. A glance to the right shows a dark cavern with drool dripping down from the top, lined in sharp teeth that disapears into a dark abyss.

22:17 < Flaps> twisting his head, opening his jaws, and using his tongue to spin the bird, he angled him to line up head first with his throat. Clamping down again, the bird was quickly surrounded in mostly darkness, light still managing to flood in through the jaws that weren't quite as shut from the lip. Flaps could see the tail rolling just above his snout, the feathered display really quite beautiful. Not wanting it all to go to waste, he pricked the base of the tail with a claw, plucking a feather out hard and turning it from side to side to admire it. Not wanting to waste any more time with his meal, however, he rolled his tongue around his lips, forcing the bird's panther legs to give way to the huge muscle and fall in line inside the dragon's humid maw.

22:22 < Flaps> ((I'm going to take a shower before I be a disgusting slob and not do it. Can we pause for about 15 minutes?))

22:23 < Gyro> (Sure)

22:25 GyroFeather lets out a breath he'd been holding as he feels the dragon pause for just a second, thinking that maybe he was going to get his freedom after all, before a sudden twist of his jaws, and a flick of the tongue drags his head down between the slippery flesh of the lips, and coating his front feathers in a hot drippy drool. The foul meaty breath of the beast grows even more fierce as he stare's down the slippery throat, forced to watch as it undulates in an organic motion as the dragon breaths and swallows. The bird lets out a pained squawk as the pretty feather is pulled form his tail, leaving a small drizzle of metallic blood. The thing was about a foot tall and had a dazling pink and blue pattern upon it. Soon though, he feels the even hotter tongue slide along side of him and cup underneath his hind legs, pulling him rather quickly into the hot smelly maw. The bird lets out a panicked shriek and wraps around the tongue with both his front and hind legs, digging into the slippery muscle as best as he can to prevent any further descent down the dragon's throat. "S-stop, spit me out...I've got gems..."

22:42 < Flaps> ((back, writing now))

22:42 < Gyro> (cool cool~)

22:48 Flaps shifts the creature around on his tongue, savoring his rather exotic flavor, perplexed at the feathery texture that felt like normal fur at places. He flipped the creature over, slopping its belly with his tongue, wanting to get all of it nice and slick for its journey. The small creature would easily be able to go down in one gulp, but Flaps wanted it to be as smooth as possible. He shifted the creature all about his mouth, pressing it into the roof, squishing it against his cheek. Occasionally a limb would squirt out of his lips, before quickly being sucked back in. All the sound the bird could hear was the [i]splick, splish, schlop[/i] of his own body as it was brutally sucked on, hearing also the loud thump of the dragon's heart below. Soon, it had been enough. Flaps lifted his head, allowing gravity to do much of the work. The base of his tongue dipped, as the creature slid down, smacking into the throat; the fleshy door that raised up to allow passage as Flaps tongue curled suddenly, squeezing the creature into the dragon's tight esophagus which clamped down on the bird, pulling and tugging the creature deep towards the dragon's crop.

22:57 GyroFeather doesnt maintain his grip on the powerful tongue for more than a second before he's pulled off onto his back. The surface he found himself upon wouldnt stay still, instead jostling him about the rather spacious chamber, scraping him past the teeth and drawing some warm blood and knocking the wind out of him as he's pressed up against the roof of the mouth, only to fall back down and get a mouthful of foul saliva as he tries to inhale. The creature had the expected flavors of bird and cat, and also a slightly cinnamon flavor to him from the oils he used to scent himself, thought that one only seems to linger a bit as his body is completly coated in hot sticky drool. His feather matte to his body as does his fur while the goop sticks to his form. The sucking causes his hears to pop, drawing a pathetic cry from teh creature as he's cast around in the darkness unable to get the bearings, cast about in his organic hell. By the time the dragon tilts his head back, the bird has largely grown used to the foul smell, and his skin is already begining to prune underneath his coat. It takes him a second to react, and by the time he begins to dig himself into the tongue, he's already swallowed, grabbing hard on his form and shooting him down the long throat until he splats into a pool in a chamber beyond, the dragons' crop. Around him he can hear the steady breathing and the pounding of Flap's heart, as well as the organic gurgling beyond. "Please! I'm not food!" he calls out, sliding his claws against the walls of the crop, maybe not even audible to the beast that consumed him.

23:02 Flaps had him trapped. The darkness held another secret. The walls of the crop were mostly lifeless, yet something kept bumping into Gyro's back, something hard and somewhat bony. It also whined, a shrill whine that sounded like that of some kind of canine. The creature clambered against the walls, trying to climb out, the slick angled surface giving no purchase. It was a wolf, or a coyote, or something; roughly about the same size as Gyro. Flaps stretched his back, his chest now barely bulging from the two creatures in his crop, as he strolled off to return to his roost to enjoy his meal.

23:05 GyroFeather could feel the occasional shift of the crop walls, but it seemed to mostly be him sloshing back and forth as the larger dragon moved around him. The bird lets out a little squawk as he finds himself against another squirming form, and when he does, it growls and snaps at him. THe bird gives a squeak and pushes it away with his paws before it begins to scrabble at the walls once more. Was he nothing more than just a dog to this beast?

23:12 Flaps began to move. The walk back took a good 30 minutes, leaving the two in his crop the whole time. He breathed in and swallowed some fresh air every few minutes, not wanting them to pass out, die, and begin rotting inside of him before they were put somewhere they could be better managed. By the time he reached his roost, he had grown hungry. He sat down, and began his work. The crop was sensitive, able to "feel" in order to gauge how much food he held. The walls flexed in, pressing the two against each other, the walls rubbing up and down, trying to get a feel of the two. Once he had spotted which one would be his first, the walls rolled, kneading motions like a rolling pin causing the two prey to rotate like two ball bearings rubbed together. They were separate, and the crop pinched in the middle. Gyro would feel heavy, slick muscle cut the crop in half, hearing the canine whine on the other side. There was a disgusting [i]schlorp[/i] sound as the muscle worked, and the wall between the two lifted. Gyro rolled to the bottom of the crop, now the sole occupant, the canine shunted off into the dragon's stomach. He breathed in air and swallowed it, sending some more down to the crop.

23:22 GyroFeather swings in the crop as the dragon moves, getting further scratched up by the other occupant during that intervening time. He was also begining to sweat in that sweltering heat around him, not that it would do any good in the already sopping wet enviroment. The bird grows tired from the heat and pants heavily, his motions becoming less frantic now just from pure exhaustion. A renewed struggle begins as the crop squeezes across both of their forms, before the other is ripped away from the chamber and sent, howling, to the chamber beyond where he could hear the gurgles. That could have been him all to easily, he thinks, as another influx of fresh air rushes down to greet him. The bird gives a little whimper and begins to sob inside of the dragon, finally accepting that this was his fate, there would be no rescue for the poor little gryphon.

23:29 Flaps simply rested, hearing his belly gurgle with his sensitive ears, the whines from within as the coyote was beginning to be digested. Every few minutes he would swallow more air, and occasionally let out a light belch. The smells within his crop were modest. They were not pleasant, nor foul, but every time Flaps burped the air would travel through the crop past the sobbing little bird, carrying with it all the awful stench of his stomach. The rank air, stinking of bile and dead meat, would woosh through his crop, ending in a loud roar of a belch far above Gyro. Flaps rested for another 30 or so minutes, and the whining eventually stopped. He supposed it was near the time to send his dessert down.

23:39 GyroFeather had largely grown used to the smells in the crop, which while unpleasant did not burn his nose either, only becoming noticable again when the fresh air drifts down into the crop with a gulp. When the rush of air from beyond empties into the crop, however, the bird begins to cough and gag at the powerful acidic scent that spills forth, carrying with it an unpleasant metallic scent of dead meat with it. The first time, it brings the bird almost to wretching as his stomach clenches from queasiness, only to be saved by the air rushing out to be replaced by the fresher source. The gryphon feels dead on the inside as he hears the churning gurgling stomach slowly squelching the whimpers and howls of pain from beyond. That was going to be him soon. He does make one final attempt at escape, jumping up and flapping his wings, but he cant get airborn with all the spit upon him in the much tighter air.

23:48 Flaps doesn't even get up, and his chest makes no sign of motion. He flexes his crop, muscles starting from the top to squeeze all of the contents out like a tube of toothpaste. Gyro enters the stomach feet first, traveling through the ring in a quick second with a disgusting [i]schlurp[/i] sound. The smell hits him immediately as he lands in the muck, feeling like oily mud, and his eyes and throat begin to sting immediately as the acidic vapors begin their attack instantly. The stomach's texture felt remarkably different than the crop from before, the walls covered in slimy rough folds, apparent as soon as the bid entered. They clenched down on him, rubbing their juices onto his feathers and fur, causing them to roll off in thick patches almost instantly. The rolling motion carries him unwillingly from the "top" of the stomach to the "bottom", marinating with the chyme as it travels towards the exit. There is a disgusting sound, like a soup draining into a pipe, as the stomach releases its grip for a moment, the pool of muck beneath the bird noticeably more shallow. The walls clench once more, as Gyro can feel [i]something[/i] solid floating in the muck with him, feeling like soaking wet bundle of rags. There is a loud roar from above as Flaps belches, the last of the breathable air expelled from his belly.

23:57 GyroFeather gasps as he finds himself rather roughly squeezed by the powerful walls of the crop, forcing the air from his lungs. He's unable to breath until he's rather quickly shoved into the foul chamber beyond, though he immediately regrets his first breath as the fumes sting at his lungs and nasal passages as he plops down into the heavy fluid that filled the chamber. As he lifts his feet it feels like he's fighting a suction of a heavy liquid, with semisolid particles in it that stick to his fur as he sinks deeper into the liquid. He can feel the rough slimy walls as he's pressed into a fold before a squeeze forces him down underneath the liquids. He comes up bobbing once more, drenched in the slime that burns at his flesh, pulling his his fur and feathers off in droves. He can feel the suckign glorping of the valve beyond as it draws in some of the thick soup, and is able to hear it too, for at least a few seconds before his eardrums are eaten through by the liquid. Gyro lets out a loud scream of fear as he bumps up against the husk of the dog from before which gives underneath his weight, collapsing bones and weakened flesh against his form, and clinging to what's left of his ruined body. He sucks in another pained breath moments before a loud roar and a tight squeeze signals the last of the air leaving, submerging hte poor bird underneath the fluids as they rise to take that place.

00:04 Flaps , no longer needing to "care" for anyone in his crop, decides it was time to sleep. He had a good haul today, a rather exotic one at that, and still had the feather to keep as a memento. He wasn't sure what he'd do with it, probably just throw it away eventually. It was interesting when he first saw it but now... it was just a good looking feather. He let out another small burp as his stomach gurgled, his sensitive ears hearing the little meal's screams and struggles, and yawned, shutting his eyes. He licked his chops, getting the last of that peculiar cinnamon flavor, and drifted off to sleep, his stomach still working as hard as ever.

00:11 GyroFeather holds his breath as long as he can as the stomach clenches and squeezes him, mixing his deteriorating form into the powerful fluids around him. Already his skin was flaking away, exposing muscles and subjecting him to intense pain. He flights and kicks against the walls of the stomach, but his struggles grow even weaker now as he becomes light headed from lack of air, fortunately also dulling the rest of his senses. Even if he was spat up now, there was no way he'd survive. Soon the bird is forced to take a breath, but only finds a foul bile that stings his tongue as the bitter flavore assaults him for the last moments before his prey finally passes out. All that was left now as two hunks of meat that slowly deteriorate in the stomach.

00:13 < Flaps> ((Did you want to call it now or were you hoping for disposal?))

00:14 < Gyro> (I was hoping for disposal :P

00:14 < Flaps> ((I gotchu. Give me a minute, it's gonna be long))

00:14 < Gyro> (kk :D)

00:16 < Gyro> (Disposal just rounds everything out for me :P)

00:21 Flaps awoke several hours later, the rumblings in his stomach completely gone, a new urge dawning. He rose, stretched his back, and left his roost to travel far to the outskirts of his territory to leave a good mark. He would pause every so often to sniff, catching his own lingering scent, and would press onward. He had only been a dragon for a few days, but he was already growing used to it, and was admiring his own progress. Finally he found a decent spot, the soft earth not already stained with his scent.

00:23 Flaps began to dig, digging a rather large hole for him to do his business. When he had done, he spun around a few times, before lowering himself onto his haunches above the hole. A flex of muscle, and it began. A tube of dragon dung silently fell from his ass, clumped up waste from all of yesterday's prey. Within were clumps of fur and brittle remains of feathers, and the pile grew rather large and odorous. When he had done, he wiggled his hips slightly, and from the same hole came a steamy stream of white liquid. The stream filled the rest of the hole with a whitish liquid, stinking of ammonia. When it all was finished, he rubbed himself on the grass to clean up, and moved most of the dirt back into the pile. He sauntered off, not sure whether he should return to his roost to rest, or to fill his crop again for later.

00:23 < Flaps> ((behold my first dragon disposal scene))

00:24 < Gyro> (Very ncie~)

00:25 < Flaps> ((Thanks. I'm going to get off now though. If you ever want another scene, maybe one with a bit more dialogue, let me know ;) ))

00:25 < Gyro> (ye, tis my bed time too, and most certainly. I think we were both a tad pressed for time it seems, otherwise verbal teasing is very good~

00:25 < Gyro> (I hope you enjoyed me :D

00:27 < Flaps> (I certainly did. Not often I can find someone so into the same stuff.)

00:27 < Gyro> (Just to pass along the good word, there's another Dragon called Seraph_ who I think you might enjoy as well. ^^

00:28 < Flaps> (But are they prey or pred?)

00:28 < Gyro> (Prey)

00:28 < Gyro> (I've eaten them on a couple occasions, lots of fun ^^)

00:29 < Gyro> [user]Seraph_[/user] rather

00:35 < Flaps> (Will do. I'll let them know you sent me. Goodnight!)

00:38 < Gyro> nini

01:06 < Flaps> (I would have gone on for longer in the digestion but was pretty tired/distracted towards the end there. I know you liked it but next time I hope to do better <3)