A Sergal in the Shower

16 October 2016

09:39 < Gyro Feather> Well~ I admit I have been rather wanting to play with a sergal, but before I jump into anything I do rather have a question. Your vore details up a rather endo leaning nature, and yet in your faves you have digestion and disposal as well. Is that more of a mood based either or, or is the latter more reserved for when you become prey? I assume the former, but admit I'm more looking for the latter, with plenty of species exploaration foreplay like you seem to like in your profile. ^^

09:42 < Abriala> Her stomach acids are not always compatible with earth creatures and so for some her stomach is a searing wet hell and others it is a warm and sloshy place to sleep, its a caveat in my character that allows those that want to dissolve to have their way and those that like it soft can have their way as well :P

09:45 < Gyro Feather> Oh fun~ Just what I was hoping to hear. Well then, with that on the table, I must ask, do I catch enough interest that I can proceed to find a Sergal in my shower?

09:47 < Abriala> Sure though generally she is pretty passive in the shower, she would not be in full predator mode, more likely to start eating casually after getting a taste

09:52 < Gyro Feather> THat's sort of what I was expecting ^^ Probably some shower play, maybe leading to her convincing him to give her a tongue massage or something. The bird's not likely to be instantly receptive to his house being intruded upon, but a combination of gentleness and a little threat will probably make him more pliable ^^

10:02 Gyro Feather found himself in bed, gently playing his talon across his sheath and reveling in the soft teasing sensations there of. His eyes trained on a magazine he had with him featuring a variety females from many exotic species in a plethora of lewd poses. As midway through his play he hears what sounds lie a gentle thud from the master bathroom. The gryphon grumbles ans shakes his head. He had to be imagining things and resumes his perusing. About a minute later however, he hears the water running. Bah, seems someone had gotten into his shower after all. Rolling out of bed, the naked catbird plods towards his bathroom with his half exposed pointed shaft sticking from the blue furred package. He quietly opens the door to the master bathroom so see what was inside. The room itself was fairly large with a Jacuzzi bath on one side and a large walk in shower on the other. All the fixtures were of a gleaming bronze and the tiles and surfaces an ivory. Inside the shower itself, a large picket hung from the ceiling, spraying water down like rain. A multitude of soaps and scented oils lined a shelf, and several green rugs lined the floors.

10:12 Abriala 's large black and white furred form could be seen happily lounging under the running water. The heat and wetness makign her much more placid than she normally was, her muzzle makign metallic brushing noises as she rubbed her head against the fixture supplying the warm water, a shade of red pooling in the water beneath her as she worked mats of dried blood from the fur around her lips. Not really noticing at first though the smell of fertile male soon caught her attention, turnign around to spot the gryphon and quirking her ears to the side. The sergal sniffing deeply and soon emitting a low lusty trilling sound through her nose. Perhaps scary in tone but as her clitoral hood slipped out and waved around in the air searching for the male it might become clear what she was thinking about.

10:20 Gyro Feather drops his beak open the instant he sees the large furred creature in his shower, watching as the water runs over her sleak body and matting it to her body. He finally recovers his wits enough to reach for the door and begin to back out without letting his eyes leave her when she notices him. The bird freezes again as he hears the noise and yet her strange nethers intrigued him. He stands there for a moment, and then realizes that if she wanted to hurt him, a door certainly wasnt going to stop her. He steps fully inside the bathroom and eases the door shut with hsi tail, breathing in the already steam filled air. He edges himself forward till he's standing right in front of the glass doorway, moving his eyes up and down and examining the creature inside.

10:25 Abriala grew silent at the gryphon's approach, her fluffy fur matted down allowing a look at her breasts and toned form, a number of large scars visible up the inside of her legs from the past times she has forced a male to breed but she was a different beast under the warm water, cooing out playfully and pressing into the glass, her clitorall hood twirling against the cold surface as it was undoubtably reaching for the half exposed fertile shaft on the other side. Unwillling to leave the warm water though she was contained in the shower, not even trying to open the door but very clearly trying to lure the gryphon in, "No harm... no bad" muttered out in a low hushed voice, her english wasn't the best but it was clear enough

10:33 Gyro Feather cant help but stare as the strange appendage from her nethers runs along the glass, reaching out towards him. And those scars on her legs...something about them put him on a bit of unease. The gryphon perks though, as he hears the words and turns to meet her eyes. Did she really speak to him? And yet...her eyes seem to show some intelligence packed away in there. The gryphon takes a deep breath and then opens the glass door. Slowly he steps over the short lip into the shower. While he wasnt directly underneath the stream, the hot droplets of water splat off her fur and onto his form, leaving little beads upon his feathers. "W-where did you come from?"

10:39 Abriala tucked back a little so that her new friend could come in. Taking it slow at first despite her urges to pin him down and make use of his body. gentlly laying her head against his shoulder and takign in a deep sniff, makign her large form shiver in delight, thinkign over the question though her mind was mired in the smell of male, "The window" growled out in a happy rumble, not quite understanding the question it seemed. her body on it's own mission, the hood reaching out and curlling around the tip of that shaft, just out of reach for her to get a good hold on it. "you come form window too?" churred out, every word almost a whisper, a trait of her species to be quiet assassins when they hunt, and despite her lusty demeanor she was indeed hunting him

10:48 Gyro Feather has to half stand on his hind legs to join her in the shower, even as she tucks back, causing his claws to press up against her belly. Even still, as she lays her head down upon him she has to lean down a fair amount to come to rest against his soft feathers. The bird had a nice scent to him, a bit of musk from his activities as well as a little bit of lemon, the last of the scent he'd applied this morning during his preening that had yet to wear off. He laughs at the answer and shakes his head. "No..." he answers, gasping as the slick appendage curls around his semihard tip. "Just from the front door...but I meant...I've never seen anything like you." The sensations bring a shudder through his body as he feels himself flushing out a little more, his shaft slowly easing from his package under the stimulation.