A Lizard and a Pair of Lovebirds

3 August 2017

01:11 Gyro Feather nabbles on!

01:15 Chazori hugs against. Rests head on and closes eyes.

01:16 < Gyro Feather> I suppose that means birb escapes being a pile tonight :P

01:16 Chazori rumbles and hugs on you firmly, huddling close~

01:16 Gyro Feather snuggles against the bird and coos softly, swishing his tail

01:22 Chazori presses firmly against your body and warbles.

01:24 Gyro Feather 's body shakes from the deep vibrations from her throat while his tail swishes, brushing up against her chest.

01:25 Chazori nuzzles at that tail and the hole tucked underneath, licking at that back door... Far too fondly~

01:27 Gyro Feather doesnt mind as he feels her snout moving back on him, until that tongue presses right up against his musky tailhole, drawing out a squawk from teh gryphon. On top of his musk, she could smell and taste his preening oils, today a light mint that tempered his scent and flavor.

01:29 Chazori breaths deep that musk, shuddering and nudging up close to it, tongue eagerly rolling and sliding about as she worships that ass. She tastes that deep earthy scent of her deer friend, nudging in closer and firmly against that rump, preening fur thereabouts, "Unnhhh.."

01:32 Gyro Feather 's sheath steadily plumps out underneath the attention his butt was recieving as her thick tongue presses inside and up against his prostate, drawing him to full mast and adding to the musk. He turns his head to look at her with a smile. "WHat was that chazori?" He asked the large golden bird.

01:34 Chazori keeps her beak against that rump, licking and cleaning deep within. She gently strokes those nuts with her wing, "Your ass... Is so good..." She huffs and nuzzles firmly against that pucker, tailffeathers flicking about as she leaves the gryph's rear saturated... And -srill- going at it.

01:37 Gyro Feather shivers in pleasure from the assault inside and on top of him and finds the pressure building while thick pre drips from his shaft and seeps into her feathers. "Well...you can deep that up as long as you'd like~" He churrs back between his soft panting. His tail reaches up and curls gentl around her neck while her warm breath blasts against his dripping rump.

01:41 Chazori knads and rubs across that fat prick, grosaning out as it drools all over her wingfeathers. She alwayas imagines the gryphon as a very pone-inspired thing... And her more realistic and not as toony. It brings her such pleasant thoughts about being a pone-land gryphon.. Cause they're cute. Or, at least, forced into that style. She keeps up her worship, plunging tongue in and out, that asshole dripping lewdly as she nuzzles against that tail and keeps her face against balls and ass, breathing deep that malemusk, resolve dwindling as she slurps firmly.

01:47 Gyro Feather lasts for only a little bit longer under the constant sensation of her tongue deep inside him. He can feel her rearanging his bowels to some extent at teh tongue plunges, and that combined with the stroking of her wings is all too much. The bird cies out "Piiiaaaaaoooowwwww" In a earshattering cry as his body quivers. Hot spunk spurts out rom his shaft and peppers his belly, further adding to teh scent of musk to the air as he lies there panting.

01:51 Chazori is swift. She moves and slides up in the blink of an eye, fitting her snatch over that cock and giving in a new home as it squirts hard into her vent. She rumbles and milks that dick hard, squeezing her dear friend firmly, vent sweltering hot as tailfeathers flick across the boy's nuts~

01:54 Gyro Feather had only managed a couple spurts before he finds it surrounded by a warm wetness. This only drives his saft to satisfy even further, pumping load afterload of hot seed up into the chocobo's bowels. The gryphon is panting by the time he's done while he lies there panting, though sadly the poor creature is too small to truly flood her insides, but its still probably enough for an egg. He wraps his talons up to gras upon her belly, holding her there and cooing gently.

01:59 Chazori warbles and flicks her wings about as her innards are painted by the gryphon's spunk a bit. She reaches down to rub across her tummy with the prettygryphboy, "You're gonna make me a mommy, stud~"

02:03 Gyro Feather giggles at that and grins wide. "If only I get to take the new chick as a mount~ [sub]and maybe mount her too[/sub]" The bird responds in a joking manner. He pushes up against her warm feathers, snuggling his body deep into her downy, and nearly burying his bright colors in her fluff.

02:05 Chazori nuzzles firmly against that grinning beak, peering at the stud in a wanton fashion. She continues to clench and squeeze, liking the colors of out feathers against one another, "Rrrhhmm... Gyro.."

02:07 Chazori only think that'd make this better if the lovers getting eaten together and churned into a stinky hot load together~ She bucks back and forth, drroooling out andtwitching in bliss.

02:10 Gyro Feather pushes his head against her beak, cooing softly at the soft gentle tugs that pull his minty flavors back into alignment while his wings shift. He certainly adds a bright contrast to her earthy golden tones up against her. His knot remains tied in her cloaca as she bucks, occasionally earning a twitch from the shaft embeded within it. The gryphon would probably find such a situation undesirable, but should it arrise, the bird certainly would not be in a position to argue about it.

02:15 Chazori wouldn't complain either... Just like if a Salazzle killed her. She presses and holds her spot, keeping body's nice, warm and secure~

02:18 Gyro Feather soon finds himself drifting off to sleep in her warm embrace without a care in the world. The bird steadily begins to snore.

02:19 Saul Ashle might stumble across the pair~

02:19 Chazori rumbles and chirp, hugging her 'mate' tight~

02:21 Saul Ashle finds his belly grumbling loudly as he comes across what looks like a rather large chicken. Rather than apporach it directly though, the lizard begins to emit his powerful smokey musk to help dull her and her partner's senses and minds as he approaches.

02:23 Chazori breeeeeeaths deep that scent as it filters into the air. Her dick stiffens as she slumpd all the more, relaxing utterly to that overpowering scent, "Wa.. Waaark.."

02:24 Saul Ashle smiles his lizardy lips wide as he approaches the dumbfounded pair till he's right infront of the two, with the chocobo towering nearly double his height. No matter though, under the power fo the musk he looks up and meets her eyes. "Bring your beak down to me, and stay perfectly still," he commands in a sultry voice.

02:26 Chazori finds herself immediately enthralled as that source of scent reaches her. Like a moth to flame, she lowers her head, beak lowering to the snout of the lizard and freezing after, petrified practically. She stares, panting calmly and slowly as her loins burned.

02:28 Saul Ashle opens his mouth wide, letting the hen see down into his warm dripping maw for a moment while the old meaty scent emits from his maw. Then, moments later, his head darts forward and he traps her head in the hot darkness of his maw. Hot drool mats down into her feathers while her beak is forced right up agaisnt the entrance to his gullet.

02:30 Chazori doesn't move. Nor lurch. Nor pull away. She just stares and urges her head in a bit as thick tendrils of drool across her face and skull, huffing and moaning within as she goes limp for the predator... Not resisting in the slightest as that gullet greets and drags at her a bit, feathers matted against her body~

02:32 Saul Ashle takes his first gulp around her head, while his muscles reach forward and grasp upon her feathers and pulling them deep inside. There's a thick bulge in the creatures usually rather sinuous neck were her head is, while the slick walls press in tightly on all sides. He slides forward up her neckand with another gulp he draws more of his meal inside towards his gurgling belly. The deeper she gets, the warmer it is inside the firelizard.

02:36 Chazori would find it funny if she was dragged all the way in and her gryphon dear was left with naught but the droppings of his fromer hen fron the ass of a stud salazzle before him... Shitting. All the same, she nudges herself in, a part of her brain attempting to resist but utterly futile. More and more see appeards as a thick, bird-shaped bulge, body clamped about from all angles as she slumps deeper within, heating up rapidy!

02:39 Saul Ashle draws her head down into his firey belly where the bitter smell of acids rise up to meet her face. The goop inside is hot and sticky against her feathers, and whereever it clings it begins to burn in short time. His maw slides up over her wings, forcing them to thier sides nowwhile his jaws creep impossibly wide. Chazori might notice now, as she moves, that the bird she had been with was still tied with her, and her motions left him tugging on her cloaca.

02:43 Chazori groans and burbles down into those acids as they press against her face. This causes her body to twist and jerk a bit out of sheer reaction to the stuff splashing into her face as slumped wings rest at her sides, her body consumed inch by inch by the sexy male... And she was utterly powerless to respond. Her thick bodywas covered in drool adding lubrication to her descent and movements as her cloaca relaxed a bit, that pokemon well deep within consuming her, just the latter bits left~

02:47 Saul Ashle 's belly is streching comically as he presses onward over his delicious treat as he reaches to her cloaca. Already its expanded past the size of his won body while her thick avian form fleshed out his gullet as well. The salazzle finds he has to strech further to begin to envelop the accompanying male that was presently attached to her. He groans as he feels her figthing and lets out furtehr musk, even if it was ineffective with her head buried as deep as it was.

02:50 Chazori just a slight bit of musk was enough to relax her again even as acids and enzymes seek to shred her apart. She lays there, helpless and not desiring to figh, her only thoughts belong to the desire to feed the Salazzle and have her soul expelled into the abyss... Or, mostly likely, trapped to her new existance to be. Her form continues to slid in, cunny shoving and squeezing, "Unnhhh.... Waaark....bbblbl..."

02:57 Saul Ashle forces the gryphon's limp body up against her throbbing shaft from earlier as he creeps around the pair of them. There was more gryphon than chocobo left at this point as her tail and legs are all that remain outside of the sweltering heat of his body. His stomach muscles clench around her form, massaging her into a tigher ball as she's forced to curl inside of his gut.

03:01 Chazori talons start to clench up into tight balls as the pokemon refuses to haly. Her tailfeathers flatten down, making a nice swollen bulge on the male predator, body getting crushed all the more as she curls up in a nice, tight foodlump of a ball and works on massaging those walls about her fondly.

03:05 Saul Ashle sends the last of chazori down his gullet with a final gulp, but there's still a little bit of the gryphon left. Finally he snaps his jaws down past the other's beak and sends the sleeping bird on his way to the warm bath within as well. Soon enough the salazzle can feel his two belly occupants settling deep inside his gut as he lets out a soft hiss of delight, before rolling onto his side. There's certainly not a lot of room in there as the sizzling acids bite int oth other's flesh.

03:07 Chazori clings close to Gyro once he flomps down within her. Her body and flesh pops andsizzles, feathers moulting rapidly as she squirms and shakes about inside that gut deathtrap. Her form shudders and coats more of herselfwith those fluids, gasping a bit within her stupor as the salazzle's form heats up and destroys her bit by precious bit~

03:13 Saul Ashle 's belly is even more destructive than normal thanks to his poisounous nature, and the sludge that makes up his toxic shock originating from his belly. The hot goop sizzles and burns at both of their flesh. He can feel a second motion as teh gryphon finally begins to wake, but he too is affected by the powerful musk of the lizard, and just squirms around in a daze.

03:15 Chazori is in terrible shape. She never really snaps out of her stupor of salazzle musk, especially as that sludge works her over and destroys her bit by bit, slopping off against Gyro was was in a bit better shape that her, most likely. Her flesh was devastated by now, body twitching and jerking within~

03:18 Saul Ashle gently drags a claw over his belly, feeling the form struggling inside as his gut aggressively works to melt the two massive hunks of meat down to their nutrients. The goop was begining to break into her body cavity now as her flesh had melted off, while the gryphon was not in a much better shape. His skin had sloughted off along with his fur and feahters, and his muscles were steadily deteriorating into goop.

03:23 Chazori was soon a twitchy, shuddering, glorpy mess within the salazzle. Her body moves on its own as she was broken down, innards spilling free, flesh broken down to slop, muscles reduced to a churning mess that she bucks against. Her head presses out, the deterioration seen in real-time as flesh sinks back to form a skull as she's destroyed and KILLED~

03:31 Saul Ashle smiles as he feels the creatures in his belly give their final struggl, and then go still inside of him as their forms are steadily reduced into a thick pasty mush, steadily rounding out inside of his belly before draining away. Occasionally the loud crack of bones compressing and shattering can be heard as his belly deals with the remains, but in the meantime the lizard falls into a deep slumber.
When he wakes up many hours later his tail is much thicker with all the energy stored from the hunks of meat that he'd consumed, though the next biggest spot on his body is right between his hips where the thick brown muck that remaisn from his prey is pressing athis tailhole, eager to break free. He gets to his feet and lifts his tail high as to not interfere. Then he relaxes that sphincter and a thick brown log slides free from it, dotted with the bones and feathers of his prey, and while the faint hints of the colors they once were remain,largely its stained a dark brown. Then with a smelly burst of gas, another log comes free, and then another. Steadily he empties whats left of the pair into a large pile that nearly brushes up against his tail when he's done. It curls in a thick pile and bohth skulls can be seen adorning the top of it. Not one to admire his own wastes though, the lizard leaves without casting it a glance, instead heading on to find further things to turn into a mess~