Dangers of Prodding a Bird

9 August 2017

21:45 Lucia Loutre prods a chicken

21:46 Gyro Feather opens his beak so the claw prods down his gullet

21:46 Lucia Loutre makes a face! EWWWWW BIRD SLIME!

21:47 Gyro Feather clamps down on it before he can manage to pull it away

21:47 Lucia Loutre growls angrily, the otter glaring at the bird. "Let go of that if you want to keep your head, turkey."

21:49 Gyro Feather refuses to release, and instaed takes a gulp, causing the muscles to reach forward and draw his paw into the bird's gullet.

21:52 Lucia Loutre makes a small squeak, the otter in a rather dangerous position. She tugged at her arm, attempting to dislodge it from the beak and throat of the bird, with little effect. "Okay, this is your last warning, let go of my arm!"

21:53 Gyro Feather narrows his eyes at the otter and gives a defiant shake of his head. His claw reaches forward, swiping at the other paw so tha the may yet guide that too to his beak.

21:55 Lucia Loutre option of striking at the birds head was taken away in an instant as the claw gripped her wrist. Things were starting to look bad, and the otter was getting angry. "I said let me out you stupid oversized feather bed, or I'll bite your eyes out and shove them down your throat!" She threatened, beginning to tug with all her strength at her pinned extremities.

22:02 Gyro Feather shoves that second claw down his gullet and takes a heavy gulp, drawing his beak now up against Lucia's snout while her paws made bulges in his slippery gullet. A grin lights across the edge of his beak while his tail flicks eagerly.

08:10 Lucia Loutre nashed at his face with her fangs, but she wasnt able to get any closer due to the awkward positions her arms were forced into. The otter was starting to panic, but it only served to make her angrier. She continued to struggle and tug at her arms, cursing extrmely vulgar words at the gryphon, as she squirmed and struggled.

08:13 Gyro Feather snorts at the otter when the fangs scrape across his beak, but the surface is hard and merely leaves a scratch upon it. He takes another powerful swallow and the rippling throat draws her deeper, till her muzzle streched into his dank fishy smelling maw whiel the tooth of his beak presses down just behind her crown.

08:17 Lucia Loutre was in a really awkward position, the otter shoulder deep in the birds beak. At this point her face was beginning to be forced into the maw of the bird. It was either that or attempt to keep her head from skinking into that abyss and have her neck snapped as she tried to resist and have her head forced backward. She wrikled her muzzle at the smell of the gryphons maw, only causing her to struggle more against the iron embrace of the throat, but it was ineffective. Inch by inch the throat was moving towards her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

08:23 Gyro Feather draws his tongue over her face, lubricating her oily fur with his thick saliva, though in all honesty her oils were probably thick enough. They wick away his drool, leaving only a surface coat where the slimy flesh contacts her, instead of sucking the moisture in deep as others might have happen. Another loud swallow rings out aroundher head, as its drawn into that dark gullet, cutting off even the dim glow that had haloed her. The flehs squeezes tight around her muzzle, holding it shut and leaving a thick bulge beneath his feathers. Already her paws would find themselves curling in his crop.

08:28 Lucia Loutre was helpless. The otter had finally met her match. More than her match. She recoiled from the tongue, even as the bird's saliva coated her, thankfully her fur repulsing most of it. Deeper and deeper the swallows brought her, and with a cry of futile rage she pulled with all her strength to dislodge her paws and arms. But insteed of doing anything to extricate herself, it was cut short with a swallow that brought her head into his throat. The otter was panicing, her legs kicking as she tried to free herself from the slimy, tight embrace. She tried to scratch at the bird with her blunt hind claws, to do anything except squirm, but held like she was, there was nothing for her to do!

08:31 Gyro Feather growls around her in irritation as the sharp claws scrabble against his chest feathers, drawing just a bit of blood before the gryphon manages to seize them. Holding onto the hind legs, he now sits back and tilgts his head up, allowing Lucia's weight to now add to the force causing her to steadily get drawn into the powerful gullet. He losesns his crop, allowing those paws to press on to his stomach as her head begisn to enter. All the while the sharp point of his beak steadily moves down her body till his tongue curls up between her rump, exploring the new musky flavors beneath.

08:36 Lucia Loutre gave another muted cry of rage as the bird molested her with his tongue. But really, as the tale of the night had been, she couldn't do anything other than squirm an kick. Her body was forced deeper and deeper into his, chest and stomach entering his throat, her consumption only increasing in pace. The stomach of the bird was going to be a tight, and most certainly uncomfortable fit for her, but it really wasn't designed to cator to its inhabitents sense of luxery, was it. Her legs were the only thing left outside of his body, flailing wildly against empty air, she was doomed, and was only now coming to that realization.

08:40 Gyro Feather feels her head squish on past his more roomy crop back into a tight tube. This one, however, was much shorter, and as her snout squeezes past the sphincter at the end, she's assaulted with the more acrid odors of his belly as acids lapped against the paws inside. Gyro steadily eases her paws in, thankful that unlike her couple thin pieces of clothing, she'd been wearing no shoes. His beak clacks shut as the last of her paws slip on past, while his tongue gives too licks over the soles of her feet. Then a resounding gulp can be heard as those are shoved back into his greedy gullet.

08:48 < Gyro Feather> (Booop!