Two Gryphons and a Dragon Walk Into a Bar

15 October 2016

16:21 < Gyro Feather> what's the punch line? :P

16:21 < Emarth> They get gurgled.

16:21 < Emarth> :3

16:23 < Gyro Feather> hihi Hiroto~

16:23 < Hiroto Suki> Humble greetings, Gyro. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, of course!

16:23 < Gyro Feather> alright, I'll start us off I guess. ^^

16:24 < Hiroto Suki> Sounds splendid!

16:24 < Gyro Feather> An aquaintance that wont last too terribly long :P

16:25 Emarth waves!

16:25 Hiroto Suki swirls that bulky, muscular tail of his at in an elegant wave right back. Rrrowrh~

16:27 Gyro Feather shifts about nervously beneath Emarth's wing as the other corals the smaller bird through town towards a bar, one known to have patrons go missing on a rather regular occasion. The little bird fidgits beneath the wing, putting up a measure of nervous resistance. "Emarth...why do we have to meet your friend here again? You know what happens in spots like this right? Especially to someone..." gulp..." little like me." The bird's colorful body is sheilded on all sides but the front by the dark black feathers of the other.

16:35 Emarth bounds about happily, holding his wing out for the smaller creature that huddled beneath it. Lowering his head and beak, he prodded the other catbird fondly before leading Gyro to the bar. The first thing he does was grab an unintended mug from the counter and down in in one fell swoop, "Oh. Here? I just wanted a drink, really." Dragging the smaller gryphon along, Emerth resumed his way about the bar. The place was sizable for certain and it needed to be for certain occupants. Especially the large blue dragon he located with ease, snagging another beer in his beak as he meandered his way through, "Hiroto. My dear friend. It is great to see you." The black gryphon bowed lower and shoved Gyro out in front of him, "This is my friend, Gyro." Once introductions were made though, Emerth immediately wandered over and rubbed himself against Hiro like a feline, rubbing oils and the like off onto him, "We're gonna have so much fun~"

16:50 Hiroto Suki had lingered into the bar a couple hours earlier, a calmer atmosphere having greeted the towering beast this evening. Having taken up his personal favourite, and perhaps only applicable seat at the bar, the positively humongous azure dragon requested the slightly timid new barkeep for his normal drink, more than content to sip on that keg-shaming glass of wine, even still a small serving to him. A couple hours to wait was just fine, though. This was one of the few places in the small town that the dragon could frequent without causing unintended turmoil, and...the reputation of the place seemed set based on those like him. Even so, the massive hinds putting pressure on the bar floor were ones it would never get used to the size of.

The dragon did have a mind to question why he'd been invited to spend time with a nice old gryphon friend of his..but at the note of a third along with him, Hiroto hadn't said no. Deep down, a light rumble of his stomach welcomed the sweet wine, but did innately rumble for more.

The towering, seated qudruped was quite easy to pick out, with that sea of cerulean scales and wild, snowy mane, but even with his slight..gigantic nature, it was a modestly lifted forepaw that waved to the shuffling duo of feathers and fur approaching with haste! "Aah, a pleasure once again, Em!" The boisterous, velvety greeting flowed from the dragon, only for the massive blue's innately discerning stare to wander over the two. Hiroto did dip his bulky, sinuous neck in a calm bow. Emarth, he knew well, but the vibrantly coloured gryphon got a sharp, intrigued gaze from above. "Mm, brought yourself a cute little friend, eh?" He teased, that tail of his dragging about behind. Luckily, the staff knew to not set tables up in that vicinity. A throaty growl welcomed the two, only for a bit of a smirk to flash across the dragon's proud muzzle at the ebon gryphon's brush against his scales. "He seems nice," Hiro directed his looming, albeit not unfriendly smile to the smaller of the two, only to set down his wine and mush a big forepaw gently between Emarth's ears. "Calm calm, you silly thing!...It is nice to see you, mm."

As that dominant, rolling voice rang, Hiro slipped his touch around Em's back, tugging the small gryph up smoothly against that gemmy hide of his, giving Gyro a bit more space to approach his shadow-casting frame while also jovially teasing his black-fluffed friend in!

17:00 Gyro Feather gryphon casts his eyes around the large building as the other gryphon leads him in. There in the back he spots a towering blue figure, though he has some hope that Emarth had brought him there to meet someone more to their stature. Gyro watches Emarth take a mug, shaking his head. He certainly didnt feel calm enough to drink in a location such as this quite yet. The bird gurnts and stumbles forward as he feels the feathered head of the black bid behind him pressing into his rump. Slowly, fearfully, the smaller gryphon approaches Hiroto, tucking his feathered tail beneath his legs. As he's interoduced, Gyro gives a soft wave at the dragon and nods his head. "Nice to meet you Hiroto," he acknowledges in a wavering voice. Soon though, he catches sight of the other's forthrightness and feels just a little more at ease. "What are we going to have fun doing anyways? You never mentioned." Cautiously, the blue and pink bird steps forward closer to Hiroto's body and sits back, looking up at that toothy gaze. "Thank you...I try my best," He says, letting his peacock feather tip tail finally peek free from beneath his legs to flick back behind him.

17:06 Emarth was busying himself by rubbing and sliding his frame of black feathers and fur against the dragon, his gaze tilting upwards to flash his beaky grin at the large, azure dragon. His tail lifted about behind him in a casual calm sway as his head was smooshed down gently by the gentle giant then scooped up to lounge lazily against the bed of scales. His head nuzzles all over across that array of armor, beak removing grit and debris as he peered over at Gyro as he sprawled, the sheath between his back furred legs thick with arousal at being around two dear friends... and especially so at the night at hand he planned.

With a gently pat, Em soothes the dragon's gut ominously, pleased to see Gyro make his way over, "Oh... I just thought it'd be fun to have some anatomy lessons from Hiroto. Because as a dragon... He's quite knowledgeable about his own anatomy. I just thought it'd be nice to spend some time, get to know the dragon inside and out. He is a dear, dear friend after all. A very good one and I really looked forward to this meeting. He playfully swats his paws at his two friends, tongue caressing his beak with a soft rumble. The black gryphon kneads all over Hiroto's underbelly, beaming happily at his fellow gryphon.

17:15 < Gyro Feather> [sub]oh ya...I rather hate to tell yall this...but actually I do only have 2 hours or so. So...it may end up being a multisession thing >.<[/sub]

17:16 < Gyro Feather> [sub]Its a shame you werent on when we first started Hiroto. But hopefully we'll still be able to do a thing later if it comes to that ^^[/sub]

17:23 Hiroto Suki had always found it surprising how effervescent Emarth was towards him, though the immense dragon only responded in friendly pleasure! The jet black gryphon's invite had been a bit cryptic, but with the bird so eagerly tucking in against his frame, the naturally assertive touch of that same forepaw dragged his friend in with a soothing curl of clawed digits through the handsome one's feathers and fur.

For such a purpose built, naturally deft and dangerous, and..markedly massive creature, the dragon seemed surprisingly welcoming, though. Amidst those innumerable pounds of impressive sinew, that stout, overly capable frame..and those naturally flustering features of a dragon, Hiroto was well-roundd, it seemed. Where there was dragonic authority and strength, there were smooth edged to sharp points, shimmering scales to ivory claws..and that ever-rustling line of dorsal-fur to make the creature..approachable. The smooth heft of the blue's notably healthy stomach was a mixed point, though. Emarth sure had an idea, it seemed, but was it too good to be true? That would only be up to time to tell.

Shifting about in lively manner on his haunches as the larger of the two gryphons slipped right up under him, the dragon couldn't help but slip one of those gravelly churrs of his. Luckily, his own precious nethers were currently hidden from his position. There was truth in ferals not being too modest in that department, but the bar's lingering scent of oak and alcohol hid that nicely.

A large wing lifted as Gyro approached as well, corralling the littler bird right in. The warmth from the azure's form was [b]substantial[/b]. That gesture wouldn't take no for an answer, but it was smooth and cordial just the same.

Hiro huffed in appreciative manner, waving a fore in subtle tease. He quite agreed with Emarth's idea. Probably would have happened nonetheless, but the gryph's antics added a tingle of satisfying to the dragon's heavy, warm tone. "GrrRaah, you~. An anatomy lesson, eh? I would of course be quite astute in the matter..but it's all the more fun to teach, I'd have to agree. Will take a bit of time, though," the dragon shifted just a light bit more, brushing into Emarth in a manner that would allow the ebon bird to feel a mighty motion under those scales..while keeping quiet what would have been a poignant growl. Now, that same warm, sapphire-soled forepaw stroked right along Gyro's cheek, surging more of the dragon's presence through the vibrant gryph while pseudo-unintentionally reminding the bird how -small- he was in compare.

"A fun night. You'll learn a lot~."

17:23 < Hiroto Suki> [sub]Hopefully! No worries, regardless~[/sub]

17:37 Gyro Feather humms at the rather opaque words that crest his friends beak and tilts his head to the side. He still knew very little about what the other had planned it seemed, and the thought of that left him ever so slightly irritated, and yet at the same time, he figured he'd not get any more than that. "Anatomy lessons...from a dragon...at a bar?" The bird asks with some disbelief in his voice. And from the way Hiroto went on, it seemed that only the smaller bird was left without much of a clue about what was to happen. "I dont think either of us would be well met in taking whatever he's got hidden underneath there...and nor I think, would either of us be big enough to satisfy I think..." Gyro ventures out, taking a guess about what the two fo them meant. Gyro's deep emerald eyes venture down the curves of the dragon, taking in the deep blue scales upon his sleek body. The slightly bulging gut was just enough to provide the gryphon some comfort. Perhaps the dragon wouldnt get any ideas. The bird stumbles forward as he feels the thick wing pressing against the back of his rump, making him get close enough to feelt he heat off of the dragon. His soft feathers come to crest against the soft scales of the belly. He slinks down underneath the claw for a moment before arching back up, cruling his tail against the digits and scratching himself on the hard bones. "I think...I'm going to need a drink to make it through the night."

17:42 Emarth snickered to himself as her stretched himself out a bit more, bones cracking a few times as he manages to 'get them back into place.' rolling from side to side, Emerth continued to add soft circular rubs to the dragon's underbelly, yawning a little bit as he basked in the warmth and closeness of her two dear friends. "I hear the lessons are quite hand on, you know! And I'm plenty big to satisfy the dragon. Truthfully! Still! I will ask the instructor: What should we learn about tonight, hmm?" He head cocks to Hiro while rolling over to snag onto Gyro, gently rubbing his catbird body against the other's, cooing out before slipping a mug from earlier to the gryphon's beak, "Driiiink." The jet avian snickered all the while, rump rotated to race Hiro an tail lifted and curled off to the side in a rather lewd display. That's our silly Emerth~

17:58 Hiroto Suki turned his gaze away from the two gryphons for just a moment, a resounding rumble filling the air. Seems things had thinned out, especially in this more secluded section of the bar. One wandering smile from the massive predator cleared out the other anthros still having their drinks..giving them just a tad bit of privacy.

Right down did the muzzle above lean, though, a radiant chuckle brewing in that stout, broad chest of his. Mindful of the bright-feathered one still a bit shuffled below him as he sat, it seemed that they both gave Em a bit of a look at that lascivious flair! He allowed Gyro that drink, he himself taking a calm draught from his massive glass. One could almost feel the motion of the dragon's own swallow. "He's quite substantial, that's for sure," Hiroto remarked, right down to little Gyro, this time. A massive paw would lift, rubbing a pawdigit along the blue and pink bird's back, the scaled predator humming above. Had he just licked his chops? "Having you is a treat~."

In the wake of the compliment, though, the large dragon had re-positioned himself back with a couple casual thwumps of those paws. The scaly skyscraper more kindly faced them than the bar, but the feral's modest amusement at Gyro's foggy hypothesis had still brought a light swell to an overwhelmingly heaping sheath. "You'll be instructed more on just -that-," A rumbling laugh bellowed, a scent of stale humidity and alcohol now washing over the two fur-feathered ones. "I think we're going to teach you both proper, and, as my dear Emarth teases, it's -very- interactive..."

A languid, humongous streEeetch lifted the dragon to stand before them both, giving freedom to his package, but..also causing a sag of predatory excess..which subtly growled. Hiroto just swung his tail relaxedly about. "How's about the digestive system, hm?~"

18:11 Gyro Feather presses and rubs himself against the scales much as Emarth was doing, eager to satisfy his friend, pressing his fur into the gentle warmth of the other. The bird shakes his head at the description, rolling his deep green eyes and snorting. He then finds a a glass thrust into his claw and takes a long couple draughts from the cool beer that filled the mug. Gyro shifts back underneath Emarth's wing as if seeking just a little bit of comfort from the very large predator. He clenches his beak for a moment as he notices the club going still and gazes around the room. Hmm...where had everyone gone? His eyes then follow Hiroto's mug up to his lips, watching a s a large bulge travels down the esophagus from teh gulp. Another rumble, this one from deeepr within, combined from the licking of ones teeth was enough to make the gryphon's fur and feathers stand on end. He shifts beneath the claw that strokes down his back. "I hope only in the figurative sense..." he finaly mutters losing his composure. His eyes cast towards teh massive sheath that was near his own size and gives a laugh. Yep, seems they were going to have to pleasure the dragon after all. At least that thought briefly lingers with him ebfore that toothy grin offers the lesson. "Interactive digestive system?" He chirps with a bit of fear, taking a step back into teh wing that encircled them. "How...about just dragon sex..."

18:19 Emarth coos to Gyro and quietly, yet firmly, wraps his limps around the smaller gryph, "I saw how you looked at all those people getting gulped in the club, dear friend. You get really squirmy... And Hiroto needs a hefty meal to keep satisfied.. I myself am more than eager to dive within the gullet of the sexy beast here... Come. Join me. Feed a fantastic creature... We -need- to... We'll be in that lovely paunch, burbling up together and learn alllll about the exotic dragon digestive system..." The ebon kisses Gyro several time, "You knw you want to be... You need to be... To be food." He bobs his head, dragging Gryo close, "You're gonna be first up, too~"

18:32 Hiroto Suki moved with purpose. And yet, that towering frame didn't instantly come down upon them. Looming a bit quietly for a moment as the ebon gryph took initiative, the massive beast calmed his advancing paw and actually canted his muzzle in interest. He'd been brought a real squirmer, it seemed.

"Mmn...," a meandering thrum echoed from the dragon, his more prominent gleaning of the air causing a shimmer off the gemmy scales of his nostrils from the low torchlight all around. One had to wonder how deeply the predator's senses could read off of them, honed finely and well-utilized as they were, but Hiroto kept generally hushed. He could smell the uneasiness from that bright bird, murked up in Emarth's obvious arousal. "You know...I wouldn't mind that as well, but you seem the type that should get -real- up and close..learn a dragon inside and out, mm?"

Just a dip of a foredigit could partially part Em's hug, allowing a delicate scritch at -both- of them. For something that could throw them across the room with a mild twitch, how that ivory claw grazed through fluff seemed surreal. "I think you'll be quite..enthralled, cute little thing."

18:44 Gyro Feather clenches his beak as he feels the claws wrapping around his center, holding him there even as gyro twists and tries to pull away from his friend. "Y-you're crazy...Its...its not like that," he says in protest, "I just like to watch the others go down..." His voice gets lower and lower as a blush forms benath his feathers, largely obscured in the purple. His sheath responds to the gentle teasing about being food as the carnal thoughts about getting enveloped in Hiroto's maw run through his mind. He still puts up a token resistance as he's dragged close once more. He gets a glance up at the sharp teeth and wet glistening insides of the dragon for a moment, only causing his sheath to swell a little more. Gyro lets out a little scree as Hiroto echo's the words from before and shakes his head. "N-no...I much prefer to do my learning from out..." he offers. The hot smelly dragon breath wafts over his form, carrying with it a heavy humidity that clung to his feathers. The scent left the pair no doubt that the dragon was a predator. As the talon pries between the two of them, he feels himself moving a little closer towards that growling belly and folds his crest down. "Please..." he says, though whether that was begging or protest was hard to discenrn.

18:45 < Gyro Feather> [sub]I must sadly duck out. Please do your posts if you'd like I'll likely be around to read them, just not to reply. Hopefullly we can continue iether when Iget back or maybe tomorrow ^^[/sub]

18:45 < Emarth> ((<33 ))

18:45 < Hiroto Suki> [sub]Duely noted! Much peace, and we'll see you when you return, be that later or tomorrow c: [/sub]

19:01 < Emarth> ((I've been uop for 33 hours. So. i'm going to try again to doze. x-x))

19:21 < Hiroto Suki> (Aaah, sounds smart, mhm! Rest well then~)

23:07 < Gyro Feather> (Is back~)

23:44 < Hiroto Suki> (Em seems asleep, but welcome back, eh!)

07:53 < Gyro Feather> (Yawn

10:22 < Emarth> ((I finally slept and slept forever))

10:24 < Gyro Feather> (You probably needed it. 33 hours @_@

10:25 < Emarth> ((Long time.))

10:46 < Hiroto Suki> ((Yeeeaaaah, that's way long e..e ))

11:05 Emarth notices and watches all of the peacock gryphon's reactions, tongue flicking across his lips as the fellow bird stammers in front of the dragon and bigger ebon gryphon. His eyes drift downwards, a hand reaching out to opening grope at the gryphon groin and fondle his bigs but also balance to move a free paw to knead and stroke at Hiroto's thick, heavy, dragon levithan bobbing between his legs and roaming up and down with a rumble as he peers up at the dragon above, tail swishing, I certainly wouldn't mind a full lesson... And see? Gyro said please! He's asking very, very nicely Hiro!" (Just leaving this for later)

11:33 Hiroto Suki swept his haunches forward and brought his forelegs just ahead enough to wall along both gryphons' sides, two mighty tree trunks of scale and muscle. Just the proximity alone allowed both a generous view of the astounding creature's body as he pretty much loomed over them as a whole. And, in all honesty, Hiroto's position was quite poised, albeit in the sultry way that allowed Emarth the first chance to press a touch against an ever-growing beast of cobalt flesh sliding moistly from that massive, leathery sheath. Admittedly, the azure was quite looking forward to this!

Gyro's immediate fluster was met with a strange seduction, cruelty thrown to the curb in lieu of an instinctive, undeniable attraction that perhaps held an even more dire gravity to it. The dragon's slightly sagging belly alone outsized the duo by a longshot, and with its weight pleasantly brushing atop the dragon's mast of a member, his intentions were quite clear. A flicker of blush from those now purply-pink cheekfeathers was quite the validation for an already eloquent beast, but even his surprisingly delicate nature wasn't overshrouded by every sign of a voracious predator. The low, rolling churn of a growl brewed in that neck, the lavish tone washed right over Gyro again, making that condensation glisten as his massive muzzle came to loom naught but a foot or so from the ruffled gryph. Even the sound of the dragon's maw-flesh wetly stroking along those teeth was audible.

But then, being spoken to from that close was a world of its own..

"Mmnn..aAaah~," a lusty sigh washed free, the cerulean slipping to elegantly nuzzle the cute little creature after Gyro and Emarth alike had gotten a very raw view of that smelly, pink-fleshed, drool-ridden, -alive- cavern, pearly teeth still shimmering in a grin as a strong sniff dominantly forced Gyro's crest to ruffle as the dragon drank in that tantalizing air. "You're getting a very special, [b]one-time[/b] chance to get the whole story, this time, and it will be an utter..mMrn..delight to have you." A little drip or two of inevitably thrown around saliva would catch the duo's feathers, what with all the light teasing that the jet black gryph had also been pampering that humongous blue with while he indulged!

One could swear that they felt the impatient growl of that stomach when the dragon opened his mouth. "That does mean that you are dinner, tonight.." This time, he'd run right up along Gyro's frame, tickling scales through feathers and fur in a massage that might be pleasurable if the thought of being the sole focus of that magnificent pair of icy sapphire eyes wasn't too jarring. With a firm, pleasured pulse right against Em's touch, only for a meaty, almost gravelly purr of sorts followed a forward gesture that played no tricks and gave full honesty to the moment...a purely hefty stroke was grinded right against the bright-coloured gryph's face, the wet, slimy *ShLuRp* of Hiro's tongue mashing a grossly moist slather of pebbly tastebud laden flesh for what felt like an eternity before the prodigious, pink wall was curled back.

Perhaps the satisfied rumble following wasn't the best news for Gyro. "He's perfect~."

11:33 < Hiroto Suki> (Hoookay! I need to do some cleaning and stuff, but will periodically be peeking in ;3 )

13:01 < Gyro Feather> (I apologize, will be indisposed for a couple hours, have a friend over.)

17:09 Gyro Feather shivers from the gentle groping touch of the other's talon against his slightly plumped sheath and clenches his beak. The bird gives another squeak as Emarth misconstrues his words. "N-no...Not like th-that," he stampers, flustered and looking away from both of them as he flushes deeper.

17:09 < Gyro Feather> (err bah accidental enter)

17:24 Gyro Feather looks around to spot the large claws coming down to block off any avenue of escape, as if the little bird could get away from the mighty creature anyways. Gyro's eyes move up the looming figure, sweeping up and down to take in the massive arching form which he could not see in a single glance. He could smell the sweet musk coming from the dragon's pulsating blue length which reached up towards the drooping belly, one which he could her a gentle churning gurgling coming from deep inside. The gryphon's heart skips a beat as Hiroto sweeps his head near him, forcing the bird to take a step back, only to find himself pressing against Emarth's feathers.
Gyro, as Hiroto speaks, feels each word rumbling his very being as blasts of hot humid air waft out over him, carrying with it the occasional strand of saliva that splattered upon his form. His feathers fluff and ruffle from the wind while his face wrinkles from the powerful scent of the predators breath. Gyro gives a little whimper as he gazes deep into the quivering slick cavern, of which the tongue lashes about inside, contacting sharp teeth. The flesh glistens and shines in dim lighting of the bar, turminating at the end of the gullet in a dark pit. His own heart throbs as the scent of fear exudes from his own skin. THe bird shakes his head no in response to the words that wash over him, though at the same time he feels a rush of excitment, one he tries to push away even as his tip begins to poke from his fuzzy sheath.
Gyro clenches his beak together as the dragon then turns his attention to his feathers, nunning his warm scaled muzzle against the feathers, a sensation that would be almost pleasant if the events about to transpire were not looming over him. His eyes seal shut as the dark pink tongue runs up over his feathers, painting his face and chest in a hot drool that rand down the front of his form and puddled beneath his feet as it dripped off, matting down his body. The drool feels slick and oily upon him, and leaves a scent that he knows will take forever to clean should he get the chance. Hiroto though, would find that on top of the expected flavors of the bird, he carried a pleasant lemony lime flavor, a result of the scented oils that he pampered into his feathers every morning. Gyro's heart then droops at those words and his wings fly outwards in a panic as he presses further back into the feathers of his friend. "N-no...Really I assure you...I'd be no more than an appetiser for such a lovely creature. Just tkake Emarth, he's much more filling."

17:24 < Gyro Feather> (There we go)

17:47 < Hiroto Suki> (And welcome back as well! Done most of the cleaning around the house, just going out to grab pizza and then I'm back in as well)

18:23 < Gyro Feather> (I however, think we may be shy one Emarth :P)

19:00 < Hiroto Suki> (Seeeems so, uh-huh! xP)

19:13 Emarth shakes his head, "Nono! Gyro! I don't think you understand! It's okay, though. You don't need to merely offer me in your place!" He continues to holds and squeeze the sexy little peacock gryphon against him, purrhing softly like a cat in utter excitement and joy at the prospect of what was beginning to unfold. His eyes wander to where Gyro was looking, his gryphon shaft pulsing between his legs and splashing Gyro's hindpaws some. The gryphon reached around and started to stroke the smaler gryphon firmly, helping to ease his mind downwards towards carnal lusts and pant hotly as the large dragon drools upon them both.

The ebon gryph huffs and keeps Gyro under control for the impending consumption, moaning hotly, "Because I'll be joining you right after you'll gulped down that long, slender neck.. nothing but a bulge within, slorped through into that chest cavity and then hanging low on the mighty dragon's gut., slopped through his intestines and disposed.. Body and soul through that sexy tailhole... Maybe I don't even need the lesson..?"

19:20 < Gyro Feather> (And it seems like we've got him now Hiroto Suki

19:37 Hiroto Suki took in a bit slower of a breath, flashing a smile to Emarth as that tendril of steam crept through his sapphire nostrils. With the lingering scent of citrus, nervous sweat, and gryphon tossed around behind those succulently scaly lips, a calming hum eased the tension, even as the gesture of hungry temptation that it was.. Big paws moved a bit closer, just the shadow of head and neck alone casting a wide swath over them. "Oh ho-ho, now..~" That dire rumble came again. Hiro couldn't help but hook a claw up under the larger gryphon's beak, leaning his muzzle forward to press a fleeting peck of the lipscales upon it.

Gyro was 'treated' to the gooey lump of excess saliva being swallowed down in the process. Seemed to make the mix of their musk in the air grow more appetizing, too. "I know you want it most of all, main course~."

"But, for now...Appetizer~." In the wake of that surge of breath, the blue beast pulled back, a mark of relief before a low, succulent vibration of the air turned to an expanse most roped with dragon drool gaped before the gryphons, lurching with purpose right towards the bright coloured bird! It was there, it was sudden, and it was [b]real[/b].

With dangerous delicacy, the peacock gryphon was slammed a bit sloppily into that same heaping, mighty licking muscle, dragged with teeth and tongue, painlessly into a chuck of the dragon's muzzle and away from Emarth's restricting, but previously protecting grip..and sliding in a quickly soaked heap of feathers and fur towards the depth ahead! To make it worse, aside from the stale, muggy air that smelled of meat, digestion, and faint alcohol, that alien, pebbly surface of Hiroto's tongue had ridden -right- up between the panther-legs of Gyro's quickly instinct-squirming body, mashing wet, hot flesh right on that fuzzy, delicious sheath.

20:07 Gyro Feather winces as he hears the shrill happy voice of the strange black cat bird who had rather well wrapped him up, and while the grip was somewhat comforting, especially as the claws stroke against his feathers and the gentle purring rumbled his own body, the reasons for him being held so tight were certainly not. Already he can feel some of that hot drool begining to cool in the cold air conditioned bar that they found themselves in. The thick viscous liquid, however, did make an excellent lub as the bigger bird runs up and down his length, soon bringing the peacock to his full size save for his half inflated knot. A bit of panting begins to leave his beak as the strange situation leaves him both aroused and fearful. The description, however, of their fate, leaves the little bird shuddering as a whimper escapes his beak.
The bird slides to the side slightly as the claw grazes past him to stroke at Emarth's head, casting an even darker shadow over the bird, and then even more so as the dragon leans in for a kiss. The gryphon is absolutely frozen in place, watching as the neck tenses and then relaxes in a swallow, leading down the same tunnel he'd soon find himself in. The peacock tenses and gives a scree Hiroto's blue eyes train upon his form followed by another blast of the foul breath.
Gyro cant even react as the mouth darts towards him. The tongue arches up underneath his hindquarters as his beak is dug into the front of the slippery muscle. Then in an instant it retracts, prying him up from his black anchor and sliding him between the sharp white teeth. Then with a snap he's sealed away in the darkness as the lips close behind him. The very presence of the dragon was overwhelming and his primitive part of his brain was screaming for him to fight and flee, but the tongue ruztling up and grinding against his shaft brought a moan to his beak as bits of pre ooze out onto the tongue. He tries to get his bearings as he's dunked underneath the drool, matting his feathers and fur down, a soaking that leaves him hot and oily and at the same time draws out more of his succulent flavor. His wings flare slightly, bumpping up against the hard white teeth while his claws slide over the warm bumpy flesh. The sounds of the dragon's breathing echoes in his ears, a powerful pressure wave that's near painful with each breath. The scent is heavy and unbearable, and the saliva has a taste to match as he gets some of it in his beak. The bird, less than half of Emarth's size, easily fit in the jaw to be moved around and played with like a toy.

20:29 Emarth accepts such lovely rubs and scritches with a gentle purrh, bumping up againstbeams happily as in an instant, Hiro was lashing forward with his tongue, the black gryphon releasing his grip once he was certain Gyro was sufficiently ensnared by the blue dragon, his eyes widening as that tongue lashed out and giggles in glee, watching as that pebbling mouthmuscle works on the smaller gryphon. Emerth does not even allow Gyro to move backwards if he thought about it, instead giving the smaller gryphon a firm nudging on his hindquarters, urging him forwards with a soft swap on the rump, "Enjoy the trip. I'll be... Right behind you. Massaging you down that neck to your doom~" The gryphon groaned at what he said, churrrling and stroking along the azure's lips and gums, "Such pretty bird.. Going to be much, much prettier thanks to Hiro~"

21:10 < Gyro Feather> (You didnt ping Hiroto in that post :P Wonder if he missed it)

21:11 Hiroto Suki would absolutely envelop the peacock gryphon in a resounding, bellowing churr. Having been this patient for his food, the dragon was absolutely ripe with joy to have Gyro's very active flavour pouring over his tongue. Prey capture instincts couldn't have been more receptive! For Emarth, that would be translated into a rolling purr-growl erupting from the huge, scaly creature's neck as he smirked slyly to his friend.

For Gyro, it was just the start of what would be a sensory overload of a final evening. As soon as that light had cut away to the very faint shafts that would creep through the predator's teeth as he smiled, a sloppy, excessively salivatory embrace hooked around the poor, feathery feast, turning the gryph's whole world into assaulting, supple flesh from all sides, every bit of heavy, viscous drool not sticking messily into the little one's feathers and fur just oozing down Gyro's body between flustering, arousing, but inevitably hungry swirls of the blue's humongous tongue! For the stale, wet scent of that drool, the massive beast's desire both very much put Gyro in his place..but did calm the stench of that pink cave into the flavour of his prey, too.

Even just tasting Gyro, finally getting that little bird into his jaws, tonguing that embarrassedly aroused member, turned the dragon's shaft turgid with excitement. Hot breath washed over the larger gryphon while he teased both of them with the lewd, slimy noise of slogging that pretty-feathered morsel about in his jaws. There was no more seeing that cute little fluffball..~

Closing his eyes for a moment, the dragon relished every moment that accentuated Gyro's fate, the feel of the gryph still trying to pressure against arousal coming with a rippling, plainly simple swallow, allowing the little bird just one last glitter of that river of slobber creeping down into the abyss.

With an upheaval of whatever stability had remained before, that prodigious tongue tipped, mashed around Gyro's feet, preventing any disobedience while pushing the little one ahead, closer to that doom. Deep, deep down that dire tube, a muted gurgle echoed. The smell was sharp..[b]Acrid[/b]. Every bit of warm, goopy, clear, predatory fluid ruining Gyro's feathers and fur was working further against the gryphon as things shunted back. Forepaws slid, hindpaws squirmed to no avail..and that whole body heaped down and ahead as Hiroto readied himself, what 'floor' Gyro had going slack, falling back...and...

*UlLLhp!~*...it was all downhill from there. After just kissing the edge of fate, just a simple lurch of the dragon's swallow carreened the pretty gryphon facefirst into the astounding grip of an experienced, capable esophagus, making one actually relish the openness of the dragon's maw when informally compressed nice and gropingly snug by mighty, muscular walls.

In a matter of moments, it was just a nice, almost evenly smooth bulge that had begun to easily, yet gruelingly slip downwards. Gyro had perhaps seen it many a time, but now, those squeezing, squelching, radiantly warm flexes were spelling out the gryph's own downfall..~

21:11 < Gyro Feather> (I guess not :P)

21:11 < Hiroto Suki> (Aaand one minute later, eheeeeeeh~ c: )

21:21 < Hiroto Suki> (Apologies for taking a bit, though. Kept getting distracted with more cleaning nuances. Shower-hop time now, though!)

21:38 Gyro Feather gets only a brief glimps of the words that Emarth offers him in parting before all that he knows is the dragon, every noise he makes and every wet slimy movement. As his eyes begin to adjust to the dim white streaks that illuminate the room he gets brief shadowy impressions of the chamber as the tongue thrashes around and the chamber, pushing him up agasint eh soft palate and knocking the wind out of him. He's then forced to take another deep breath of the foul air, coming back with a sputtering cough as some of the moist spit intermingles with the humidity. Thick gobules of drool occasionally splash down ont he already sopping wet bird in the mouth as he's rolled around, sliding into the hard edges of teh teeth as well. All the while the writhing tongue strokes at his member, slowly flooding his mind with sexy thoughts that he'd really rather not have at the moment. More pre leaks out as the bird gives an involuntary buck against the slippery muscle, and bringing a cry to his beak, "PIaow~" He cant ever get used to the scent, nor the oily sensation of the thick drool upon his form he thinks. Its already a bit of a private hell for the bird and the loud humming growl that echoes in his head makes it all the worse for him, making it difficult to have coherent thoughts.
Up ahead he sees a sees the throat open up briefly in a controlled spasm, sending a small puddle down to the throat. And then, moments later he feels the tongue arching up behind his hind legs, cresting him up towards the ceiling and causing him to begin to slide down over the slickened bumpy surface. The tongue curves inward, preventing his attempt at swiming to one of the teeth to grab on. Then he hears the glck and watches the throat open up. The foul scent of what had gone before him wafts up tot eh gryphon's beak, making him squint his face as the foul meaty scent, stale and rancid with age mixed with the acidic scent of bile nearly burns the inside of his nose. The muscles clench upon his face as the tongue pushes back, forcing him up into a bolas of spit, grabbed by the peristalsis of the throat muscles, pulled into true blackness. The squeeze behind him and open up in front slowly and steadily, bringing the foul scent of his future cell even more into picture. The grugling stomach gets louder and he can hear the thumping of the dragons heart nearby too, accompanied byt he steady breathing and other organic noises which fill his ears beyond the massive purr. The gryphon adds his own voice, one of absolute terror as he's squeezed donwt he tight tube, though one that likely no one could hear.

22:03 < Emarth> Emarth watched with immense interest at how Hiro worked, beak clicking numerously as he started to paw forward. Her let the two enjoy themselves while her clambered up more onto the larger dragon, seeking to dangle himself over the stud's shoulders and press inwardkly at the large lump that Gyro makes in his lovely trip. The gryphon giggles and moans all the while, sprawling out as his foretalons reach other and start to flex and squeeze at Hiro's neck once the dragon's esophagus claims his gryphon friend, "I bet he just tastes amazing, dear Hiro... Skies... Look at him.. Less gryphon.. More just dragon neck bulge... Ahhh..." The avian gleams happily and grinds his shaft idly against Hiro's scals, staining them white with precum while kneading constantly at the dragon, worshiping him and applying more and more pressre to that fat lump within. "So... I'll look like that.. Just thicker, hmm...? Skies, yes..."

22:38 Hiroto Suki currently focused a bit more intently on luxuriously downing his writhing meal, but Emarth's attentions still elicited waves of satisfaction from the dragon. Having the gryphon watching his friend only made those girthy, yet eerily casual swallows and squeezes more fervent. The ebon one would be able to intimately feel that weight, below muscle, flesh, and scale, but even then, Gyro's protests were stifled so easily, turned into just muted little squeaks and peeps in the undercurrent of dragonic rumbling.

The bright coloured gryph's 'lesson' would continue with a rapacious undulation of that confine yet again, bringing more organic urgency, and only turning Gyro's whole world a new lushness of stifling heat and powerful, quaking noise as an evident shift and squelch left that bolus disappearing altogether into Hiroto's midriff, the dragon's body rubbing in the realization of being food with every pungent, pumping moment.

While Em's touch was pulled away as the smaller gryphon's bulge disappeared, the massive beast arched that thick neck-base right down against the indulgent bird, only for a rolling gRrRrrowhl to absolutely power forward in Gyro's wake..The heat from the predator's body only seemed to grow more intense..but for Gyro, now just a weakened, slime soaked mess of a creature, a dirty thrust of the predator's gullet introduced the small gryphon with relaxed simplicity to his last 'savior' from the growling pit naught but an arm's reach away. Mashed a bit haphazardly down with that mass of saliva and gosh knew what other lingering fluids secreted by that throat..it was just one last moment, the loss of control, the innately teasing pulsing that hungered for satisfaction, and the oddly encompassing rhythms of such a large creature's body all around the meager one..creating an unforgettable sensation.

Just as quickly as Gyro's presence had gone faint, it was only inevitable where the little creature would turn up. Gullet-flesh bunching up behind the mucked up tail of the bird, the unsavory mash against that firm sphincter finally buckled. Hiroto shivered at the sensation, the dragon finally speaking up again with a grandiose groan just as his appetizer was glorped right through that vent, squeeeezed fiercely by flesh and expunged in a foul, slimy mass right into the thankfully more open, but utterly black pit of the dragon's gut!

Emarth could easily watch the littler gryphon become the sapphire's glut, making a soft, but visible sag on the dragon's thick stomach, pushing the heft just softly over the tower that was his fat, oozing shaft.

"RrrhoOarh, that's more like it..~"

23:00 Gyro Feather squeezes deeper and deeper down the thick gullet, ringed in powerful muscles that roll across him, steadily easing him deeper and deeper along that long waterslide of the dragon's neck. THe foul predatorial scent gets even words the deeper he gets, burning at his sinuses while the enviroment gets hotter and hotter as well, steadily working the bird up into a warm sweat. He can feel a gentle massaging along the outside, a full body rub that feels different, no doubt the other bird getting off on his present situation. The noises get louder and louder as well, until the rubbing disapears and he's instead left with the powerful thumping of the heart directly in his ears, sending wooshes of liquid through the veins. He then feels himself squeezing against the powerful sphincter that held him in the gullet and tries to wedge himself there.

He feels it pulse and quiver as his body is pressed against it, and then one final gulp pushes the mass of bird through the through a hole at the end of the tunnel. His body aches and his muscles burn from the fight he'd put up, but he's stil rendered a pitiful little pile as his body splashes down into the fluids that lined the bottom of the stomach. He slowly spreads out, finding that at the very least it wasnt absoultly crushingly uncomfortable int he chamber, at least pressure wise, but the smell was absolutly rancid., masked only slightly by the stink of alcohol. The thick air, full of humidity and little droplets of who knows what else stings at his lungs as he coughs out. The scent and the sensations are finally enough that the gryphon begins to add his own minor amount of juices to the pit, burning at his tongue. As he moves around in the pitch dark chamber, he feels the floor shift and squeeze against him, occasionally knocking him down into the liquid. A liquid that felt thick and oily to his form, clinging to him like mud. He also felt more than just him in there. As he falls he squishes into other things, soft bones and other flesh that give between his claws and mash up between his toes like thick jelly. As he languishes and gets used to the foul pit, the last spot of the lessen he'd really be around for, he hears the roar and hum of the dragon. The bird calls out that he doesnt want to be there, but its lost even to the captor's ears. This was it. He was food.

23:04 < Gyro Feather> (Emarth since I didnt ping)

23:10 Emarth would nearly blow his load at the sheer sight of what was happening to Gyro, but, he manages to maintain his composure and huff noisily as he followed Gyro's path, slinking off as he descends through that chest and soon deposits into dragon gut. The bird coos and bounces as he looks underneath the large dragon, tail held up high and aloft as he squeezes under and openly molests that bulge that is not Gyro, "Ah. There you are. Ready to be properly processed like all those other orey's you saw in the past! Maybe dined on."

The gryphon continues his kneading, forgetting for a moment why exactly there to bask utterly in the visibkle bulge that his friend had become more, the sizable bird rubbing up hard against Hiro and bucking his hips back and forth with a huff and groan before lifting his beak to lap across that heavy cock as it is pressed down by Gyro's form bulging out. "Ahhh... Beautiful..." He murmurs, slurping and lashing out with his tongue over member and paunch alike.

23:15 < Gyro Feather> (And Hiroto Suki since there's no ping there ^^)

23:33 Hiroto Suki managed his own composure quite masterfully just as well, which was quite the feat with every minute ping of predatory instinct being pampered at Gyro's poor expense! As if it weren't enough of a rubbing in for the previously pretty gryphon, or if some remaining party at the other end of the huge tavern didn't believe, a satisfied gale of a sigh rushed from the dragon's jaws as that drool-ribboned expanse was gaped indulgently. Nothing there, all gone. Except maybe a pink feather here and there, saturated in saliva.

Feeling what it was like to be a dragon's food was perhaps a stifling learning experience for Gyro, but the little gryphon had no choice now, submitted to a fleshy prison that was nowhere near letting go of such a nice heap of fresh meat! The fluff-feathery one had caused a rippling reply from that sweltering, fleshy chamber, though..the addition of weight sagging into those folds causing a guttural eruption of gastric noise. As if the ill-fated bird had wanted more introduction to some left behind remnants of the dragon's diet, that sludgey, lumpy mix of old fluids, undigested remains, and Hiroto's wine welled up harshly around the feathery flutter, mashing into that body while the low, muffled gurble of satisfaction rang right above Emarth's ever handsome adoration.

Dragging a majestic tail behind as he hid Emarth's servicing body under the easily looming form of his, a teasing comment would mix with a bit less..majestic a gesture. "Rrrhn, he's a good learner, eh[b]H-HuUrrRarhp[/b]!" The addition of Gyro's pounds had upset the norm of that dragonbelly, the huge blue jettisonning a couple pretty feathers and globs of drool from his jaws in a sudden belch that worked those oppressive walls of his stomach in a very appreciative, very gross snug around the small meal. Luckily, it had purged some of that rancid air..but some of that was...air.

Hiroto couldn't help himself, the massive dragon ruffling his mane in a bit of disheveled amusement..while slipping a forepaw down to rub on his already wishfully active gut, and Emarth in turn. "Gosh, you are both just too much."

How his middle could still growl hungrily right above Emarth, and all -around- Gyro..it was demeaning to one, and oh-so enticingly eager to the other. With the yelling within easily muffled under, fat, muscle, bone, and scale, it was just the dragon's indulgent churr that remained. "You're both going to make for gorgeous excess~."

23:33 < Hiroto Suki> (Danke! :3 )

23:50 Gyro Feather feels a strange rhythmic squirming beneath him in addition to the gentle churning of the stomach, forcing the foul mash of even further into his form. He struggled to stay up in the mess, but each time he tried to get to his feet, another motion would send him crashing back down into the foul swill. He ends up even at one point taking a bite of one fo the meats as he falls. The half digested mess slices between his beak like a hunk of well rendered fat, which makes the bird gag as it goes down his gullet upon reflexively swallowing. The flavor was certainly far worse, carrying with it the taste of bile and half dissolved meats of a large variety, much like a pourly put together and unseasoned sausage save for the bitter acids and wine. It burns at his throat and tongue as he coughs and gags. The teasing words of the dragon rumbling around him in a onesided conversation make him whimper, and worse still when the powerful burp clenches the walls tight around him. They sqeeze upon his feathers, running with heavy contractions against his body, squeezing hard upon his form, mushing the thoop into every nook and putting a nearly painful stress upon his bones. His ears ring for a while, deafened to everything from the echoing burp.THe next thing he hears is the loud encompassing growl, a sign that surlye he'd be joined by more, followed by words to the same tone.

23:50 < Gyro Feather> ( emarth )

23:59 Emarth beams upwards aat Hiroto Suki gushes over this gryphon he just ate. These reactions and actions of joy make the gryphon puff his chest out proudly as he considers it a great success to bring the small gryphon along for the fun tonight. He swishes his tail about, nudging up against the huge dragon while his tail dances and licks about, thick heavy growls and purrhs leaving his chest as he grabs his dick and openly paws off in front of the dragon. Or, at least, under him. He moans and groans noisily, "He's a fast learner too, I bet. and I'm sure we will. Writhing about, Emerth scoots to underneath dragontail, pulling himself up and lap and lick at that thick winkled pucker beneath the dragon's thick appendage, cooing softly against it and lashing his tongue eagerly about, "Mmm.. You're the best, Hiro... I couldn't have picked a better person to destroy two gryphons~" His words tremble along that pucker before his tongue goes back to work, swirling and otherwise worshiping that thick, heavy dragonrear.

00:21 Hiroto Suki tensed up with a resounding shudder as the ebon gryph showed such desire and arousal while his friend currently faced the very vivacious ire of digestion naught but a couple feet away! It felt good to break his calmer demeanours and get this absolutely devious! How could he not adore the duo?~

"Nnrrgh, Em! Such a devious bird..~" A sultry croom echoed aboved, the dragon lifting just enough forward that he wasn't mashing Emarth under the weight of his scaly posterior, but oh, did the cerulean beast enjoy that pampering of his musky vent! A little squirm of those sinuous haunches ground in the heat just a tad bit more, but didn't cause anything but a cute squirm of tongue against the strong, quivering pucker. "Fast might be an understatement~. Feels a bit silly to call dragon food a phenom, but..*gRRwghl..* He's great."

The twitching between those monstrous hindlegs of his had the scales rustling strongly with each wave of tongue gracing his fine behind, but Emarth's puffy tailtip would be feeling the tremendous soak of fluid from an excessively aroused shaft, leaving the gryphon in quite the place. Hiro would rub that thick tailbase between the black gryphon's cute ears, giving him a perfect panorama of the place that they'd both meet their end~.

Gyro would be getting ever closer, but, as the burning miasma within his silky stomach walls ravaged upon the gryphon, the fluids soaking down from those folds would 'kindly' begin starting to turn that burning feeling into an almost surreal one, though the eating at the colourful gryph's body would leave it more and more sullied, a poor shell of the fine, citrusy poshness it had possessed before. Acids were beginning to cut connections to nerves, but that just brought up the worrying, bubbling sensation amidst that most raunchy excuse for air. Might take a long time to settle in, but even Emarth would probably end up meeting the smaller one in quite different a position..

00:27 < Hiroto Suki> (Also, as a note, I am going to need to get to sleep a bit sooner tonight, so it may only be a post or so more from me for this round :< )

00:29 < Emarth> ((Gyro is in position though. S. No worries~ <3 ))

00:29 < Emarth> ((Nomf~))

00:30 < Gyro Feather> (I need to get to bed at 1 or shortly there after anyways as well. I do admit, I think I want to slow down the digestion a bit, if only so that one horny bird can rut another when they arrive.)

00:30 < Gyro Feather> (Its 12:30 I should say, for the record)

00:38 Gyro Feather feels his ears echo again with the loud noises as Hiroto praises his compantion who rather got him into this mess, echoing in his ears. And yet, at the same time, the smaller bird could not deny that his lenght still throbbed for attention. Every squeezing contraction of the gut slides the slickened flesh over it, though for the moment the peacock refused to acknowledge its presence. He rather didnt want this, to be gulped and gurgled away, and yet the foul situation left him panting and near moaning. The bird's heart sinks further, realizing the depravity of the situation as he's called a natural. It seemed he'd been largely forgotten though, as the two fo them concentrated on each other, refering to him as only food. The bird begins to notice the effects of the fluids the was in now, which now, that he'd been absolutly soaking in them for several minutes, begin to burn and itch at his flesh, growing all the more painful as the contractions cause the feathers to begin to slough off. He cries out in pain to no one but himself, drowned out by the organic burbling of his hellish chamber. His member burned as did his tailhole too, even worse, and yet the painful sensations made him throb even harder, while the lack of oxygen made his head spin.

00:38 < Gyro Feather> ( Emarth )

00:49 Emarth would never merely forget his dear friend! He was thicking about and prepping that backdoor for the both of them eventually! How kind of the gryphon to do so, leaving that rumphole slickened in spit that dribbles down the dragon's hinds copiously. He nudged up against the thick tail above, spending several minutes of lapping until he was satisfied with his ass worship, tailtip brushing and slipping against that heavy cock, aiming to give the dragon as much pleasure as he could. Then, he clambered down to rub himself under the big beast, sliding his back feathers and fur against twitching dragon stick and then grind his back upwards against Gyrobulge rather fondly and affectionately. The same sensation, of course, passing to Hiro as he brushed himself about, "I bet you'll cum hard pushing us out your rear, predator. Knowing that you ended us~"

00:50 < Gyro Feather> ( Hiroto Suki

01:02 Hiroto Suki relaxed his weight back forward to the savory twitch of his shaft in the smaller avian's lascivious affection. Hiroto wasn't one to discount a good meal either, but Gyro had become food after their short acquaintance, and the satisfied rumblings of his gut in digestive proceedings put the kind of lusty pressure that only a most valued morsel would be encompassed in, even though it would be the gryph's end.

Relishing sensations from prey and soon-to-be prey alike, a dominant paw swept Emarth right up against his friend's weight, adoringly grinding the two together while his dragonhood gave a girthy pulse..followed by another more restrained belch. So uncouth~. "Right about to blow at the thought right now, handsome thing..~" A growl washed down on Emarth above, only for the dragon's lapping tongue to savour some of those oils and scents brushed into the gryphon's feathery head from tending to azure ass previously. Scales tenderly scraped with the fur of the ebon's back, though, only sending the sensation of his devious churr right through his friend's frame while he lustily moistened that face with a taste. "Just his lovely squirming alone is blissful. With you added to the pile, I'd almost wish it could last longer~."

01:08 Gyro Feather feels another pressure against him as Emarth is squeezed once again up against his form, wiggling against the larger gryphon, his frantic motions would be dulled by the layers of flesh and fat between them. The gryphon inside was slowly realizing his fate as food as he continued to shed feathers and fur as the poweful burning sensation grew over the rest of his body. Finally the bird sucumbs, bringing his claw to rub at his throbbing aching shaft, but already the acids had dulled the sensors enough that talon alone would not be able to help him. He gives a weak pathetic moan as a little more air leaves the chamber, begging for his friends presence.

01:09 < Gyro Feather> (I think I'll stay up as long as I can still post, so I suppose til after Hirot's last one :B)

01:18 Emarth is swept up by that heavy paw, groaning out as he's forced up against her friend with a soft huff and rumble. So close, yet... So far. He churred softly as Hiro let out another belch, moaning out at the sound of the dragon that was clearly enjoying what had unfolded, "mmm.. Good. I'm pleased you are and shall enjoy this~" He cooed as that tongue swept across his form, head pressing firmly against the thick, heavy mouthmuscle, face becoming rather soaked through the ordeal, bouncing his rump to jostle Gyro about within that steaming hot dragonvat~ "Lasts as long as we can. But we'll be just another bowel movement and fat by the end~" He chirpled at this , panting!

01:30 < Gyro Feather> (Rolls his eyes at Emarht for forgetting to ping again. Hiroto Suki

01:30 < Emarth> (( ;-; ))

01:53 < Gyro Feather> (I'm starting to think he mighta passed out xP)

02:00 < Gyro Feather> (Alright well thats my limit. Emarth, Hiroto Suki have a good day/night, I'mma pass out.)

02:00 < Emarth> ((nini~))

11:18 < Gyro Feather> (Hihi Hiroto~)

11:18 < Hiroto Suki> (*wave!*)

11:20 < Gyro Feather> (no worries for being away ^^ happens to all of us)

11:21 < Hiroto Suki> (Was just a rough week. Sorry to leave you stewing for so long >> )

11:21 < Gyro Feather> (eh I mean I've certainly been left stewing for longer :P

11:23 < Hiroto Suki> (Hopefully it's been an experience to remember, at least~

11:29 < Gyro Feather> (certainly a very enjoyable one~

11:32 < Hiroto Suki> ( ♥ )

11:38 < Gyro Feather> (I hope you've found me to be an equally suitable partner~)

11:50 < Hiroto Suki> (Absolutely!~ )

17:10 Hiroto Suki practically welled up a weather front of a sigh into Emarth's face, his swift grip not taking no for an answer..though it was obvious that the gryphon's exotic desire yearned for vanishing into that dark abyss of the dragon's depths. It seemed that the presence of that stomach's current occupant gave a nice, starkly sweet twinge to that meaty, wet breath. As if there was any question to Gyro's whereabouts, anyways..~

Almost as a tease on how much the scaled beast relished their untimely demise, that twitching tower of a member oozed a clear drizzle of fluid right over that barely visible struggling in the plump, SkyBlue gut below, though all it took was gentle shift to upset Gyro's position even more than the dominant churn that continued to rub dangerous, yet toyingly silky-smooth flesh folds onto the poor creature..and so lewdly mar Emarth's rear with that fluid as the jet black gryphon was ground against with steely hard cockflesh. "Such pretty feathers on you both," drool-roped jaws admired with confidence, just the dragon's lowl, rumbling words easily depicting the panorama of the second catbird's demise. Hiroto licked his chops, looming his muzzle above the black gryphon. "It'll be a shame to see you go, but so much better to ruin you myself~."

Even though his arousal was growing to a mighty peak, that massive tongue would have no less than full introduction to Emarth's tantalizing flavours, and that left the ebon gryphon in a place so many would so instinctively repel to at their core..being given a royal introduction to the dragon's speedily gaping jaws. A rumble enough to quake around the slime-slathered Gyro was lustily bellowed right around Em's head, only for the gryph to have his view leaned handsomely into that cavern, just barely past those elegantly dangerous teeth. It Would be more of a challenge to down this one..but that only made it more satisfying~ Mrr..

17:11 < Hiroto Suki> [Just something to get back into the groove. No need to post to that length, and I'll probably tone it down a bit just the same ^^ ]

17:32 Gyro Feather certainly intended to last as long as he could, though more out of sheer stubborn desperation than any real desire to somehow enjoy the experience and pleasure the dragon. Emarth's movements wiggling and pressing against him manages to submerge him below the liquids once more as the stomach contracts. Even so close he could not hear the other bird as he languished in his own version of hell. His body burned and ached all over, as even despite the slowness of the dragon's belly, it was still certainly taking its toll. At least the flesh squished pleasantly beneath him, like a form fitting bed. The bird shudders as the deep growling voice overrules the wet organic noises for a moment, ringing in his ears. The irony gets to him as most of his feathers were rather ruined as it was. Worse still, while they'd most certainly survive, the bright colors would be dulled and stained brown by the processes that lay beyond. Gyro's claws search over his burning length, craving a final release before his end, one that probably wont come without emarth's assistance.