The Curse of the Zombie Dragon

18 November 2016

21:02 Yswyrm offers a nuzzle.

21:03 Gyro Tech squeaks and looks at him.

21:04 Yswyrm lowers down onto the ground and rests his head eye-level with the other with a soft rurr.

21:07 Gyro Tech stumbles backwards, feeling himself washed with the hot breath of the creature. The unicorn shakes a little bit where he stands. "Can I help you?" He asks in a shakey voice.

21:09 Yswyrm responded a moment later with another rumble as the end of his muzzle nudged against the other's chest to knock him over onto his rump before following up with a warm slurp dragging across his front with a layering of dragon drool sliming a path in its wake.

21:12 Gyro Tech oof as the scales contact his furred chest, sending him tumbling backwards. The pony then scqueezes his eyes shut as the pink slippery muscle runs over his chest and face, leaving a smelly residue in its wake. The pony has a faint fruity flavor to him that compliment his smell, a result of the oils he scents himself with every monring. He puts his hooves back on the ground and starts to get to his feet once more. "E-easy there buddy."

21:14 Yswyrm allowed the equine to rise back up but maybe a little more than he might have planned on. Scooping that tongue up underneath him, the dragon's maw would spread with a wave of warmth flowing up from the depths as the horse's flank was steadily being guided higher and higher into the air by the length cupped up against his underside.

21:21 Gyro Tech yelps once the tongue curls up underneath his barrel and between his hind legs. He can feel the warm slickness rubbing across his nethers and pressing between his hind cheeks as he's lifted up off of the ground. The horse begins to squirm, though slippery length is is too tall for him to get his hooves up onto it, leaving him in a rather precarious situation. "P-put me down...please!" he begs, as his heart thumps in his chest, a pounding that the dragon can feel even in the tongue.

21:24 Yswyrm tilted his head back a bit as the horse was slid down into his maw. Closing his jaws up over the back end of the stallion, the horse would be met with a warm smush of flesh closing in from all around him. With the insides molding to the curves of his form, muscle beneath the plush layer would cause the walls to suckle and squeeze him deeper down the passage ahead with gulp after gulp inching him along.

21:28 Gyro Tech squeals as he begins to feel himself slide towards the jaws that open wide, revealing the pink quivering flesh beyond the lips. His hooves finally get on top of the tongue as he slides down the long slippery slide, but they fail to catch any resistnace, allowing him to plunge face first into the maw. The foul stale scent of the dragon's breath overwhelms him the instant he's inside, causing him to cough, while the flesh grips tightly around his form. His hind legs kick from the dragon's lips beofre those too are pulled in, sealing him away in a dark fleshy prison.

21:32 Yswyrm laid his head down as the insides of his throat worked the meal along. Building up a bit of pressure near the end of the tunnel, the horse would be shoved through a tight sphincter of flesh where a membrane on the other side stretched to engulf him in a sort of pouch. Just as half of him was being pushed inside, something else could be felt coming up behind him. A tendril-like length would give a sudden shove against the horse's backside as it helped work him into the makeshift stomach, sphincter clenching around a section of the length and sealing it up in there with him once the last of the meal had been passed through the opening.

21:38 Gyro Tech smells the scent of death getting stronger as his head pushes against a temporary end, that opens up in front of him. He could feel himself begining to curl up inside the chamber when something weird brushes his butt. He squeaks and then tumbles the rest of the way into the sack. Lighting up the dark squishy chamber with a dull green glow of his horn, he can see the strange looking tendril as well as the glistening slippery walls all around him. "S-spit me out!" he calls to the dragon, though he knows full well the thing didnt seem intelligent enough to comply, even if it wanted to.

21:43 Yswyrm purrs. With the horse tucked away in there with the tendril, the length would follow up along the inside of a thigh and coil its way around the body a few times before coming up to the neck with a slimy squeeze gripping around him. Hearing the muffled complaints from in there, the tendril would be shoved into the meal's mouth to slither down his throat a ways before it'd start to fill his belly with a warm substance. Throb after throb of the length could be felt wrapped around him while it continued to pump more of the goo into the stallion, not seeming intent on stopping anytime soon even as the excess spurted out and began to pool within the bottom of the chamber.

21:49 Gyro Tech squeals and kicks his hind leg as the thing starts to wrap around his leg, finding the coil becoming tighter the more encircled his body till even his foreleg is trapped against his chest, causing him to fall down into the slimy surface with a splat. His cries are soon muffled as the coil presses dwon into his throat, leaving him coughing and gagging from teh foriegn intrusion. Soon enough his belly begins to sag and swell from the thick liquid rushing into him. THe strange slime then spills over his tongue and out his mouth as it floods his throat, leaving him in a strange slimy bath. His tail flicks in annoyance, though the hairs found themselves all matted and slimed together, while his free hindleg and foreleg kick and push at the slimy walls futiley.

21:53 Yswyrm 's pouch only stretched when it was pressed against, closing back in with the pressure as soon as the initial impact had passed. Working more of the tendril down his throat, the length would slide down and begin to squirm its way through his belly. While it wriggled its way along through the twists and turns of his intestines, the juices that had pooled in the bottom of the pouch would start to cause fur to slide away from the horse's hooves, making it all too clear what was to become of him while the tendril caused a deep gurgle to rumble through his belly, starting to make its way into the large intestine.

22:02 Gyro Tech shifts and shudders as he feels the tendril working its way down through his body, bringing with it a bulge that travels inside of him as more goop is forced into his digestive tract. His eyes go wide as he sees the blue fur begining to slough off of his flesh, bringing with it a steady tingle where it continued to remains. The horse would scream in fear if he could with the tentacle stuck all the way down his throat. He could feel his lower body begining to bloat too as the tendril presses through his large intestine all the way to his tail hole.

22:05 Yswyrm pushes further. Soon, the length would push its way out from his flank with a deep throb pulsing throughout his body. With the juices working at him from inside, the length would continue to pump out more of the goo into the chamber around him as the pooling mix began to steadily rise up from below. With the fur of the horse sliding off into the mix, the goo itself would start to turn a foggy red tone as meat began to join the brew, quickly softening while outside of the pouch, other tendrils would swirl around and cause the chamber's walls to push and knead over the meal inside with a churning motion.

22:13 Gyro Tech relaxes his rump with a grunt as he feels the pressure increasing until it becomes too great. And then the log never seems to end as the tentacle lingers half out of his rump, having run all the way through his body. The pony notices a growing burning warmth on the inside, and sees the darkening read pool on the outside as the pain creeps up his body, sending him into a thrashing fit. He's tumbled around by the chruning walls, ensuring that every inch of his body is covered in the caustic fluid as it quickly renders him into chyme.

22:23 Yswyrm settles. With meat softening and sliding away from bone, the tendril would stop pumping out the juices and instead start suckling up the nutrient-rich chyme while more and more of the meat joined the brew. With only a skeleton of the stallion left laying inside the pouch, various groans and gurgles would rumble throughout the surrounding chamber as the dragon assimilated what he could from the meal. With the tendril retracting back out through the sphincter, the remains would be released back into the pouch as it was repurposed into a waste-storing vessel. Clenching tight, the pouch would be detached from the sphincter and formed into a pod to be carried by the other tendrils down into the depths of the dragon. Having finished with his meal, Y'swyrm would lift up and drag his tail over to the side before he'd spread his hips and arch his back a into a bit of a squatting position. With the seam between his hind legs splitting a bit, the pod would slowly be pushed out to fall to the ground like some sort of morbid water balloon, showing the occasional bone swirling around inside the pool of waste within. Once he'd finished releasing the horse, the dragon would wander off to find somewhere to go curl up and rest for the night while that package was left behind with a layering of ooze glistening across its surface in the moonlight.

22:31 < Gyro Tech> twas fun, thanks~

22:32 < Yswyrm> Np. ^-^