Free Dragon Rides

4 May 2017

13:25 Mordichai lays down, with an expecting look on his face. The big noodle dragon also has a wooden sign up pointing to his open maw with the words "Free dragon ride" written on it.

13:37 GyroFeather hmmms as he approaches the open mouth and pokes his talon up against the squishy tongue, feeling the warm saliva squeezing between his toes.

13:43 < GyroFeather> ( Jaxler: maybe your trap has worked :P

13:54 Mordichai laps at gyro's foot paw, before closing his maw around it and sucking Gyro in up to his shoulder. The inside of the dragon was hot as could be, his breath felt like air out of a hot oven.

13:56 < Jaxler> (I must brb)

13:59 GyroFeather giggles as he feels the weird slippery surface curl around his scaley talon and brings his other one up to pat at the snouth. That is, until the maw darts forward and draws him in to the hot quivering flesh. He can feel sharp teeth digging in to the tops of his shoulders while the stale breath assaults his nares. Even in the short time the bird had been in there, rivulets of sweat begin to drip down, adding a salty flavor to his natural oils.

14:21 Mordichai murrs softly around his prey and licks all over his arms, before giving a hard gulp, the tight swallow forcing the bird into his maw. He'd then raise his head up and begin to lap all over the bird.

14:23 GyroFeather squawks loudly as the gullet reaches forward and the tongue shoves him back causing his arms to become enveloped in the hot tunnel ahead. He squrims back and forth as teh tip of the tongue now finds itself resting right between his hinds, causing his sheath to bulge. "H-hey! I thought I was to ride in your maw!" He calls out, lashign his tail back and forth. The hot drool causes him to sweat even further, dripping the salt down against the tongue as he's coated in it.

14:37 Mordichai didn't answer and kept lapping at gyro, more steaming hot breath washing over him, before finally another gulp rings out and yanks gyro's head into his thrust. The dragon threat was tight as could be, smothered everything it could and was hotter than the guy's maw. It felt like he was pressed on either side by red hot iron, and it only would get worse the deeper he went. With the bird secured in his throat, raised his maw to the sky and started to lunge his head back and forth, each time securing more bird into his threat, until at last all of gyro was a bulge in his neck.

14:45 GyroFeather is unable to even squawk as the maw juts forward, using his own inertia to propel him down that greedy gullet. The powerful muscles feel like they're even squeezing the breath out of him whiel the ever eating tunnel begins to feel hot enough that if it were not for his feathers, his flesh would certainly be burning. He kicks his hind legs and his tail lashes out while the fetid scent of digesting meat makes its way into his snout in rolling waves. The sensation of teeth disapears from his hind paws and soon all that is left is hot wetness.

14:52 Mordichai kept gulping as a big smile got on his face and a hand moved to feel at Gyro's bulge. Eventually he'd be sent down further along the tight burning tunnel, before finally being squeezed into a new space. He'd enter a thick, nasty boiling pool, filled half to the brim with bones and hooves. The liquid was a melted down tar of former people, and the griffin could feel it burning into him. There was no acid in the stomach however, though. He could his body acting like a heat sink, just getting cooked inside the dragon's core. It was so hot there too, like he was inside a kiln. The dragon just rested down and rubbed his belly bulge, as he waited for another person to offer themselves up. His belly had claimed around ten or so people today, so he was a happy dragon.

15:02 GyroFeather squirms as the muscles steadily knead him deeper while he feels like he's in an oven. He pushes back against the claws as they rub over his form, trying hard to somehow stop his descent, but there's no help. He splashes down finally into a much more spcsious chamber, though the tar sticks to his feathers and seeps in, making it difficutl for him to move. The gyrphon lets out a loud howl of pain as his feathers and then skin are cooked off. The air is foul and makes him cough, being barely breathable and the heat burns at his lungs. So many things had perrished in here and the fetid scent just rpoved it. The bones he brushed against had been boiled down into something resembling limp noodles. More and more of his flesh sloughs off, denatured from the heat until finally ghe gryphon goes still, collapsing into the pool of muck.

15:07 Mordichai just rubs over the belly, paying no mind to the griffin he killed. He just loved how full he felt, and kept rubbing the globe of a prey belly he had. Inside the griffin would be cooked until his flesh was soft and melted off, before later him and the rest of the prey he got to relax with were sent deeper into the dragon to be absorbed.

15:07 < GyroFeather> (10 pones? mmm thats gonna make a mess :P)

15:11 < Rough_Cut_Dented> (some of those were probably the same pone over and over)

15:10 Mordichai , After about a day or two, would feel a slight pressure in his behind. He'd find somewhere private to let out his occupants, before finally getting behind a tree in the woods. He let out a small sigh before relaxing and pushing out the ponies and griffons. Gyro was completely lost in the disgusting mass of processed meat, not even bones making it through the dragon's belly. It was all just brown and featureless, and by the time it was done being piled up, there was no way to tell what was gyro or some other food slut that'd been eaten. "Heh um... hope you guys enjoyed the trip." Said the dragon, before leaving the huge nasty pile of processed people to rot in the wild, the dragon waking away as if he'd done nothing wrong.