The Wrong Sort of Nest Mate

14 June 2017

23:25 < Alister the Rattata> Hey, haven't spoken to you in a while! How is birb?

23:26 < Gyro Feather> Dang it! you're not supposed to read my mind, as I hover over my bookmark thinking about looking for a snack :P

23:26 < Alister the Rattata> Oh dear!

23:27 < Alister the Rattata> Perhaps we can work something out then. Alister's skull, bones, and fur ought to be littered across a cave floor somewhere.

23:29 < Gyro Feather> I imagine bird wakes up to a rattata that's joined his nest in his sleep. THe fur may be on a forrest floor though :P

23:30 < Alister the Rattata> That's fine with me! Anything else to cover before we begin?

23:31 < Gyro Feather> nah I think that'll do~ Prey starts though~ Maybe by coming across the sleeping birb~

23:34 Alister the Rattata comes sniffing around in the forest looking for... things. Items of power or significance for his ritual. Upon smelling a gryphon he begins to close in, and upon finally seeing Gyro he waits in the bush, watching, weighing his options. One of those colorful feathers ought to be perfect for something he's working on... the rarity of that coloration and the dangerous nature of the gryphon ought to make it quite potent for magical dealings. He must have one. Quietly he sneaks up on the sneaking bird... he could perhaps just find one in the nest, that would be perfect. He's dead silent as he approaches, used to stealth, though the scent of prey, the way the wind breaks around him, perhaps even the warmth of his body might give him away.

23:37 Gyro Feather is snoring soundly in his sleep, oblivious to the little rodent that has climbed his tre and put himself squarely in his large nest. The gryphon takes up much of the sleeping area, but the nest could rather be referred to perhaps more as a straw and twig house as it made of multiple rooms. The majority of the feathers though, did seem to linger in the bird's sleeping area. The gryphon was a pretty heavy sleeper though, and despite the pokemon stepping foot onto his sleeping spot, the bird doesnt wake. He does shift though, and soon rolls over, draping his wing and a foreclaw around the rat's form before his dark black fur is pulled to his chest, like he was hugging a stuffed animal.

23:40 Alister the Rattata stifles a squeak of protest and fear as he's ensnared, for the first few seconds certain that the gryphon's going to wake up and maul him, but it seems it was just a shift in the sleep. He lets out a sigh of relief and then ponders over what to do. Perhaps it would be best to just wait for another shift and sneak out, because as it stands he's not going to pry those talons from himself without waking the sleeping critter for sure. A small part of him must admit this cuddle is nice, despite the danger.

23:43 Gyro Feather doesnt seem to shift again as minutes tick by, having found a nice partner to cuddle with, no matter how unawares he is consciously of such an action. His chest feathers, of which the creature's head comes to lay upon, are softw and warm, just like the rest of his body. His chest rises and falls softly against him while the heart thumps away, slow and steady. A soft coo leaves his beak in each breath, wafting down hot air that disturbs the rattata's fur. The only point of displeasure he might find, except for the sharp claws gently placed upon his flesh, is the smell of stale morning breath that leaves the fact that the bird is a predator in no uncertain terms.

23:46 Alister the Rattata has dealt with demons and smelled worse on their breaths. The gryphon's exhalations are notable, but not enough to stop the rattata from what's coming. The soft feathers, the comforting biorhythm, the simple fact that he's being held like that... it makes Alister a bit drowsy and sleepy as well. He's not about to escape right now... perhaps he's even doomed already, but what he can do is relax and let sleep take him. Best case scenario, a quick bite from the gryphon kills him before he can realize what's happened... a simple and easy death. One who deals with the things he deals with really has no fear of death anyways.

23:58 Gyro Feather sleeps well even as the creature falls asleep next to him. It isnt even until morning that he begins to stir once more, blinking open his eyes and then soon realizing he's staring down Alister who somehow had worked his way underneath his wings. He tightens his grip around the pokemon and growls in displeasure. He shakes the creature awake beside him, and asks, "What the hell are you doing in my nest, and what do you think you're doing curled up beside me?" The bird is clearly displeased and his claws dig into the dark fur, indenting the flesh but not piercing it, just enough to keep him in place.

00:02 Alister the Rattata needs an answer and he needs it now, but he's not sure exactly what to say. There's really no good explanation that would make any sense, surely the honest truth about needing a feather for a spell would just seem like insane babble. So he comes up with something slightly more believable. "Well, you see, I just got really... really... drunk. I am so sorry. Where exactly am I anyway, and who are you?," his meek, confused tone is quite well acted. It just might be a passable lie.

00:07 Gyro Feather furrows his brow at the explanation, but in all honesty it seemed passable enough. He's about to open his beak to respond when a little grumble from his belly reminds him that he has just woken up and needs to find some prey. "Oh, well is that so? Well you're in my nest, in the forrest, and as far as who I am...well I'm you, or rather you'll be me once I'm done with you. I would love to thank you for the opportunity for breakfast in bed though~" He coos and then extends his tongue to lick up over the rat's snout, coatin it with a think sheen of drool

00:10 Alister the Rattata turns his face away from that tongue as best he can, trying to keep the drool away from his eyes and nostrils at least. Yes, that breath is indeed unpleasant... just because he's endured worse doesn't mean he actually likes it. Yet strangely he doesn't seem to actually be frightened by the claim that he's to be breakfast, merely displeased. To be sure he has no delusions about somehow surviving or coming back from the dead, he's just jaded as to the idea of death itself. He swings back an elbow against the bird's chest, but he's always been weak physically. He growls out, "I'm not your bacon and pancakes, bird. Let me go."

00:13 Gyro Feather grunts as he feels the blow against his chest, knocking a little bit of wind out of him, but not enough to discourage his predator. He smacks his beak and sucks on his tongue, considering his flavor, before nodding. "Yes, well...you may not be bacon and pancakes, but you do taste rather delightful none the less. PLus, I think if I gulp you down, well...I probably wont have to eat the rest of the day~" His clws dig in a little deeper into the flesh, drawing a faint trickle of blood. "But, quit your fighting or I might have to go the messy route."

00:18 < Alister the Rattata> (( brb, 5-10 min ))

00:25 < Alister the Rattata> (( back. ))

00:27 < Gyro Feather> (wibbles)

00:27 Alister the Rattata yelps and freezes in place when those claws and words threaten him. Yes, he may be a bit withdrawn, but he certainly doesn't want to be torn to bloody chunks. He chuckles nervously as he sits there rigid, waiting for some sign of how to move, almost forgetting that he's probably going to end up dying painfully regardless. "Alright, alright, I'll cooperate a bit if you go easy on me. However, I'd implore you to reconsider. I'm an intelligent creature when I'm not drinking, I could be far more useful alive."

00:32 Gyro Feather nods his head at his little morsel and then says, "Good, I'm glad we see eye to...well gullet~" The gryphon opens his beak wide before his meal, letting it see donw his quivering throat as hot drool dribbles down from the pink flesh at the top to land upon his tongue. He lets that view linger for half a minute, while his hot foul breath wafts over the rat, before he darts forward. The sout squishes back into the dark ring of his gullet as soft flesh quivers around the other's face, squelching into it.

00:35 Alister the Rattata grimaces and squints at the view into the throat. He doesn't want to look away entirely - though if asked he'd not quite be able to say why - but the hot wet breath and repugnant smell are quite unpleasant, as is the notion of death that accompanies the grim sight. He's about to issue another plea for mercy when his head is suddenly engulfed, trapped in the pitch black. For a moment he forgets himself and places paws on the bird, pushing away as he tries to tug his head free... then he remembers the threat of those talons. Damn, he can't fight physically, and his words are being ignored. Is there really nothing he can do to slow things down here? He's very much unused to being powerless... it's kind of chilling.

00:39 Gyro Feather clenches his talon down on the pokemon as he feels the paws rushing up to his beak, but soon as he feels them subside, so does the pressure of the claw. As soon as they do, there's a loud gulp that echoes in Alister's ears, adding to it a wave of pressure that rolls over his form, drawing him down into the throat. The beak edge slides down over his shoulders now, helping to secure his meal's forelegs to his sides while a new spattering of drool soaks into the new dry fur, matting it down against his body. The smell of the throat is even worse, and the tight pressure keeps his mouth shut, muffling any noises into oblivion.

00:43 Alister the Rattata does issue his protests, pleas, some of them quite desperate and frantic... faked emotion meant to tug at the heart strings, he's not quite as afraid as all that... but the effort is entirely in vain as not a single word makes it out of the loud, wet inner passage. He's a scrawny thing, but he's got enough flesh to entire so far as a meal goes... quite a shame, easy to stuff in and likely satisfying when it happens, he's almost a perfect breakfast. His flavor isn't too bad either... nothing special, but meaty and musky, a taste of natural prey that surely appeals to a predatory creature. His struggles are quelled by threat of violence, but he does still squirm and wriggle, trying to take the pressure from that sharp beak off of his tender belly, or his spine. Ugh.

00:50 Gyro Feather has him secured enough now that he tilts his head skyward, letting gravity aid in the steady descent of the form into his throat. His beak darts forward, opening and then clenching against the other's belly, leaving little indentations, but failing to draw blood as the gryphon takes him down to his hips. Alister's form makes a slight bulge in his neck line, which the gryphon rubs rather fondly, but its nothing to write home about. Its certainly not the largest meal he's ever had. The deeper his meal gets, the hotter it seems to get, and the thumping of the heart grows ever louder too, accompanyied by a gurgling gut ahead and labored breathing as he sucks in air around his meal.

00:53 Alister the Rattata makes plenty of grunting and groaning as he's tossed about, each lurch and swallow causing him to tense for a moment before trying to wiggle about some more. He's not sure what's worse, where he's at or where he's going, but for the time being he just wants that beak to stop. His shifting about and his kicking legs in the end actually help him move deeper a bit more quickly than he otherwise might, he figures he ought to get it over with so that he suffers a bit less. Ugh, that belly sounds horrible though, and smells even worse. Between his pained and frightned groans he also finds time to cough and gag... not that it matters, Gyro's bodily noises drown out everything from him. He's practically good as gone already.

01:00 Gyro Feather begins to feel the head of the pokemon spreading out into his crop, giving him a little more room to move, at least for the moment. The beak crests up over the haunches of his meal, followed soon by the legs. As the hind paws enter his beak, he gives them a thorough licking, pressing down between each individual foot pad and soaking up the musky flavor. His tongue then twirls the tail around, yanking it inside. Then with one mighty swallow, he gulps the creature down, allowing it to begin to settle inside of him in that first chamber. The stomach sounds incredibly close, and yet he's not quite there yet.

01:04 Alister the Rattata cannot see where he's at, and he doesn't know the anatomy of a bird well enough to know much about the crop... but he does know that he's effectively trapped, as good as dead. His mind is quickly filled with thoughts of vengence... those claws can't reach him in here and he could easily work magic to cause all kinds of havoc, unless of course the bird absorbs it somehow. Of course he's not sure as to whether or not he really wants to. He's been beaten, consumed, isn't it proper that he just surrender and die now? Odd way of thinking to be sure, but it may be brought on by oxygen deprivation, or perhaps a rapidly developing Stockholm syndrome. He weighs his options, hesitates, all the while his ability to think proper going hazier and hazier. He attempts one thing, a little spell meant to deliver a strong and sudden electric jolt... maybe he'll get thrown up or something!

01:09 Gyro Feather returns to his postion, lying in bed now that he's managed to finish off his meal. His eyes are drifting back towards a half closed position and he hasnt even opened his crop yet, when he suddenly feels a pained shock from his crop, drawing a squawk from his beak. He feels his chest spasm and his crop compress around the meal as the walls are forced to clench involuntarily from the effect of the electricity. Unfortunatly for alister, the contract in the wrong direction, and he's quckly expelled out of the chamber, but instead of going up, he's forced deeper, into the gurlging stomach. THe first thing one might notice is the foul reek of bile that fills the air followed by the tingling fluids that pooled around him. "What the hell did you just do?" He calls out, obviously in pain and shock from the attack.

01:12 Alister the Rattata gasps for air where there is none as he's forced into the fluid filled stomach. He finds nothing but a lungful of steam and stench, and possibly some acids even in his lungs. Oh gods that was an awful idea. He thrashes about violently, coughing, gasping, thumping uselessly against the stomach walls... more in wild instinctual reaction than in any true measured thought of escape. That jolt did seem to do something, had he stayed in the crop he might have been able to bargain his way to freedom, but it seems that he's quite the opposite. He can't think at all, can't do anything but flail uselessly for his now very short remaining life. It's not even long before Gyro can feel those struggles growing weak and feeble, his stomach doing it's job of killing that ratta.

01:18 Gyro Feather begins to doze once more as he feels the wonderful internal massage of the pokemon, now that he's no longer in much pain from the previous attempt at escape, which manifests in lumpy bulges that appear along the blue fur of his belly. The gryphon cares not about the terrible things going on in his gut as the acids that got inside of the rodent's mouth burn painfully while his lungs begin to fill with fluid from the irritation. Powerful muscles roll over its form, squeezing it and plunging it beneath the liquid with each contraction as he's rolled around.

01:21 Alister the Rattata dozes off as well once Gyro does, but his is not peaceful. While from the outside the faint bumps slowly winding down might almost seem gentle, inside his last throes are quite agonizing... but soon enough the life leaves him and he loses consciousness for good. From then on he's nothing but a mess of flesh and bone and fur, the tissues of which are gnawed at by digestive fluids, mixed and rubbed by the twisting and clenching of the stomach. His flesh drops away, his limbs disconnect, and all of it slowly melts down over the hours as the gryphon sleeps off his meal. By the time he wakes Alister is gone for good, just bones and fur in the belly now... the feather was certainly not worth it.

01:30 Gyro Feather sleeps for a couple more hours as his stomach melts away his prey into a sloppy mess of thick chyme. Crunching sounds can be heard as his stomach then compresses the remains into a thick compact lump for him to cough up. Round about noon, the lazy bird begins to rouse once more, and the first thing he feels is the pressure of his chest. Rising to his feet, he lazily plods over to the side of his nest and peers down. He focuses on the lump in hsi crop, and steadily a thick football shapped lump of blakc and tan hair begins to rise in his gullet. It peaks out of the back of his gaping maw as he yawns, glistening as it shows. Then a couple more coughs later and the large lump falls down towards the forrest floor. It splats amonst a pile of other pelletsin various shades of decay, but its fresh sheen twinkles in the daylight as saliva drips off of it. His skull pokes free of the blakc fur in a hape of horror. Perhaps Alister would have been far more lucky if he'd heded the warning of this pile before venturing upwards.

01:31 < Alister the Rattata> (( RIP! Thank you, was lovely. ))

01:31 < Gyro Feather> (glad you enjoyed, now I must head to bed though

01:32 < Alister the Rattata> (( Take care. ^.^ ))