Needing Rescue from Your Rescuer

10 December 2017

12:20 < Gyro Feather> Looking I see, well I hear snakes and birds get around wonderfully~

12:21 < Zorrethare the Regal> I hear the same things! They get on so well with one-another!

12:22 < Gyro Feather> Maybe we should put the two in the same room, and observe what happens~

12:22 < Zorrethare the Regal> Film it like a nature documentary!

12:22 < Gyro Feather> Anyways are you looking for noms? And what end?

12:22 < Gyro Feather> err pred/prey I mean :P

12:23 < Zorrethare the Regal> Hmmm.... I'm a fairly flexible serpent in that regard. I suppose part of it depends on what season it is!

12:24 < Gyro Feather> Well its approaching xmas, and I hear that's another turkey season :P

12:27 < Zorrethare the Regal> Hmmm... I always thought of christmas as more of a ham season.... But turkey would do equally nicely!

12:29 < Gyro Feather> Oh huh...except winter would not be best it seems...though I suppose its fall til the 21st :D

12:30 < Zorrethare the Regal> This is true!

12:43 < Gyro Feather> lets see, standard that might work:
Birb trying to be a trainer, and failing, caught by snek charm
Standard snake invading nest
Mystery dungeon setup where Zorre has come to 'rescue' gyro

12:44 < Gyro Feather> Those are the first three setups that pop to mind, though we could probably mess with more. Any kink that you're particularly interested in including that might need something special?

12:45 < Zorrethare the Regal> Hmmm... Not particularly. I like the mystery dungeon one! "I swear guildleader, they were -UUUUUURP- Not where you said they would be..."

12:47 < Gyro Feather> Sounds fun~ And, I suppose he might have gotten to one or two wild pokemon on the way, giving the bird something fun to squish against~

12:48 < Zorrethare the Regal> Oh my, you like stewing with company, do you~?

12:49 < Gyro Feather> Oh I'm sure he'd hate it! And that'd make it all the better~ Especially if they're already a little goopy by the time he reaches em.

12:49 < Zorrethare the Regal> His desprate attempts with the others to free themselves only making things worse for all of them~

12:50 < Zorrethare the Regal> Unless you like them already softened and sludgy!

12:50 < Gyro Feather> I do, it makes for interesting textures~

12:50 < Zorrethare the Regal> Sludge made of meat and muscle for a poor bird to saute in before he melts~

12:52 < Gyro Feather> Hmmm, well I always believe that since the pred finishes, the prey is best suited to start. So, shall I?

12:52 < Zorrethare the Regal> Go right on ahead~!

12:54 < Gyro Feather> Oh uhh and just to fit in, I'll be playing gyro as a flying/normal mon, just to fit in a bit with the world. ^^

12:54 < Gyro Feather> And I repeat myself >.< but ya, I shall get started

12:54 < Zorrethare the Regal> Sounds good to me~!

12:59 Gyro Feather wakes up groggy and in pain, rubbing his head as he tries to remember exactly what had happened. Its pretty dark in here, save for some glowing mushrooms and the dull red light from a nearby magma flow. Oh...right...there'd been some sort of battle, and well, he'd lost. The bird turns to the pack on his back and finds...its been raided, and the distress beacon affixed to it was going off, phoning home to the exploration society that he was in trouble. And, to be fair, it hurt even getting to his feet, so he sat there. Someone would be along soon, and well, with as little stamina as he had left, he was in no shape to make it out. Frankly he's lucky whatever fought him wasnt intereted in dinner. The bird makes himself somewhat scarce, shuffling into a corner at the wall, just to make sure that the only ones who find him are from the rescue society.

13:07 Zorrethare the Regal slithered along the cave's surface. While he moved, he scowled back to the two wild pokemon still fighting for their lives in his stomach. "Mmph.... shows me for trying to catch a mid-mission snack...." He says as he descends to the final floor, where the distress beacon had been spotted. "What is it with these psychos going so deep into places like this? I swear I'll never understand it.... Don't they ever learn that it's dangerous to go ill-equipped into places like this? Especially alone... What if something nasty comes along after you? If they beat you, you've got no back up!" He shook his head. Rambling to himself wouldn't change the way that people acted, or the decisions that they made. He started to look around for the beacon, and found it in the middle of a room that had some glowing mushroom growths and was dimly lit by magma flows. He didn't see the avian he had been sent to find though. He peered around the room, quirking a brow as he looked over to something.... Curious, he went over to investigate the figure in the corner, snickering and shaking his head. There he was, sure enough, the gryphon he had been sent after. "Well well well. Look what we have here. You must be the peacock gryphon I got sent after."

13:15 Gyro Feather had fallen into a doze a couple of times as he waits for rescue, waking a couple of times to hear a shuffling around in the room. On one occasion, he even sees a rather hungry looking Charmelion, which causes the bird to shake in fear. That could certainly be an issue. Fortunately it passes him by without noticing him, causing the bird to let out a sigh of relief. Eventually he wakes to a shadowy figure inspecting his distress beacon, which only those with society equipment should be able to find. The bird lights up, and is just about to make himself known to Zorrethare when instead it appears he's been spotted. Shakily he gets to his feet in front of the snake and nods his head. "Y-yeah...I was trying to get to the core, but...I ran into something, I dont remember what..." The mon explains, casting his gaze downwards to not meed the other's eyes in shame. "So...do you have a potion or something on you? Maybe an Oran berry? I'm not sure I can make it out without a pick me up."

13:18 Zorrethare the Regal snickers to himself. "Oh, I have a pick me up alright. Look at you. Won't even tell me why you were down here in the first place. All you explorers are the same. Getting yourselves into spots of life-threatening danger for the sake of what?

13:18 < Zorrethare the Regal> (Didn't mean to hit enter)

13:22 Zorrethare the Regal snickers to himself. "Oh, I have a pick me up alright. Look at you. Won't even tell me why you were down here in the first place. All you explorers are the same. Getting yourselves into spots of life-threatening danger for the sake of what?" He shakes his head in disgust. "Well, unfortunately for you, You've been found by a member of the guild who plans to teach a lesson to those who can't explain themselves thoroughly.... Afraid your rescue has failed. Now, in your final moments, you may revel in just how poorly your decisions were made...." He gestures to his gut, which still bubbles and gluorts with his mid-mission meals' quite softened bodies. "I'm sure they'll be quite accepting to add you to their little exclusive club. I do hope you can learn to make friends with them!" The serpent wrapped the end of his tail around the gryphon, hoisting him up to gaze him eye to eye, before gaping his maw wide, and for several seconds sitting there, breathing his rotten-meat scented breath over the bird's face. The smell was caustic, made only more so when the bird's face was shoved into the sweltering confines of his 'rescuer's mouth.

13:34 Gyro Feather blinks in confusion at these chastizing remarks and shakes his head. "I mean...I thought i was ready for it! I've dont plenty of explorations," he responds in defence of his actions. As the snake's intentions become all the more clear, his dual crests fold back against his head, but as he glances around there's no where to run. The snakes coils extend to either side of him.

The sudden wrapping of the tail around his soft plumage draws out a squawk of fear while the mon struggles to break free. His wings pull at the tight coil, but he's far too constricted to work his way free. "W-wait! I'll tell you! Supposedly there's an ancient cave city beneath the core, at least according to the info I found," He offers up, while he's forced to stare down the abyss of the other's throat. In the dark light, all he could see was a dark shadow beyond the snout, but that already was too much for him. The first breath of the fetid air caues him to cough back into the snake's mouth while the scent burns at his nostrils. This is made even worse when that hot drool slathers down upon his face once his beak finds itself encased in slippery flesh. The snake's teeth dig at his skin, holding him in place as he tries to move backwards to escape the hell that awaited before him.

13:45 Zorrethare the Regal loved it when his food squirmed.... He loved it a lot~ The attempts of the gryphon to fight back against the encasing maw was entertaining, but little more than that. The serpent pushed himself further over the gryphon's face. He didn't care what pathetic excuse the gryphon could come up with, he was at this point far more interested in gorging himself... "Mnnnngh~" The serpent enjoyed the fruity concoction of flavors that the gryphon carried on him, as his tongue danced around the other's face, before that face was lurched further along when the serpent pushed himself further over his doomed quarry. From this point his beating heart, deep breathing, and the glrrning of his caustic stomach below. Speaking of, the closer the bird got, the more intense the smell of slushifying bodies became. Meanwhile, the serpent on the outside was getting into this quite a bit! His twin shafts revealed themselves, and it was at this point that the serpent got the most insidious of ideas he had received in a while~ He shifted his coils around, poking one of his twin shafts against the only at this point slightly consumed gryphon. They prodded against his backside a few times, before the depraved serpent went all in, quite literally, and started to pound that poor backside while he savored the delightful flavor of the hapless explorer~

13:57 Gyro Feather finds the coils tightening around him as he squirms as hard as he can in the serpent's grasp. As adrenaline courses through his body, leaving his heart pounding right up against the serperior's coil, he finds a new burst of energy that he hadn't had earlier, but yet, it doesnt appear to be enough to stop this predator for having his way with him. That slickened flesh slides up over his face now, casting him entirely into darkness and leaving his brain to focus on the other senses. Strands of goop break against his feathers, leaching down into them and soaking him to the bone. His own oily coating, however, prevented those from sticking to the now drier surface of the other's gullet. The powerful muscles hold his beak shut as he's drawn deeper inside, silencing his speach, and leaving his noises incomprehensible even to his predator.

The slow thumping of the snake's heart ran in contrast to his, at least at first, but hten it began to speed up. Maybe his fighting was having an affect after all? But then, he gets his answer as a stiff slippery rod pokes at his tailhole, and one beside it. THe gryphon winces and tightens his butt as they poke, but he can hardly hold it at bay. The first tapered length slips inside with an uncomfortable grabbing against his bowels, but soon enough the self lubricating aspect of those shafts make him much more pliable. As if he wasnt feeling violated enough, the snake had to go and do this to him. His tail drips down, trying to block access, but its far too late. Even still, the pressure on his prostate form inside his warm slippery walls causes a slight twitching of his sheat as it starts to flood.

14:09 Zorrethare the Regal could feel the flushing out of the other's sheath against his coils, and chuckled a bit at it.... With a mouth as full as his, he couldn't comment to add insult to injury at this point, but that chuckle would be all that the gryphon needed to hear for him to understand that his arousal was discovered~ The serpent's self-lubricated shafts began to pump in and out with a bit more force to them, pre leaking inside from his left shaft, while his right one smeared pre against the poor gryphon's backside... After all, this was the last lesson this gryphon would ever be taught, he had to make sure that it was a memorable one, didn't he~? He grunted out in bliss, as he felt his shaft hugged tightly by the gryphon's backside, the warm fleshy confines of within the gryphon acting as the perfect tightness and warmth to elicit many pleased moans from the predator's vocal cords, which boomed next to the gryphon's head.

The thrusting would only increase in both speed and intensity, never slowing down.... The serpent wanted to take everything from this gryphon anyways, so molesting him in this way only proved that he would be taking the gryphon's body in more than one sense of the word. Gushes of pre would flood inside, as the sticky drool with the viscosity of glue clung and matted the gryphon's feathers all together. Throbs from the serpent's manhoods signaled that he was truely enjoying this experience.... Something that likely didn't make the gryphon feel any better about his current predicament~

14:22 Gyro Feather is shoved just a little bit deeper each thrust while the rough treatment leaves his tailhole aching from the forcefulness of the other creature. The pre clings between his cheeks, dulling the friction the external shaft faces to a pleasurable one, while the other squelches each time it dives in. The bird twitches and groans, feeling dismayed as the other notices the unwanted and humiliating arousal brought on by the sensations happening deep within him. It goes so far as to cause the head to begin to poke out, right against the scales of the snake.

His chest now, slid to the back of the serperior's throat, spreading out the flesh with his wide shoulders, securing his wings and forelegs, while leaving the contours of the bird's body visible from any onlookers. His delightfully fruity flavor renews with each inch that's taken in, sweapt away by a new coating of drooll that leaches his scented oils from his feathers. He calls out as best as he can, hoping maybe that some other pokemon will be more interested in a plant than himself, but its ultimately futile

14:33 Zorrethare the Regal starts to grunt more and more.... as each thrust of the serpent smacks his hips against the gryphon's backside, and spreads the snake's prey's backside with each of his now quite rapid thrusting motions.... Oh the joys of fucking someone into your mouth... A pastime most species aren't built to be able to do~ At this point, his throat found solid purchase on the sticky gryphon. Thrust after thrust went by with throb after throb, but then came the point where the teasing really began... The serperior's backside made its way over the peacock gryph's shaft, his own taught, self-lubricated hole warming and tugging around it to tease it further into action.... After all, why should the food be the only one who gets the satisfaction of having a good romp~?

The throat began to tug the gryphon in slowly, peristalsis slowly draging him bit by bit forward, and the rotten stench of digesting pokemon ever nearer to the gryphon. The glrrrns and gluts of his stomach were getting slowly louder and louder as time went on.... The acrid nuance to the stench becoming more and more potent. Soon the snake was going at full force, until after much violation, his lengths blew themselves.... Flooding the poor backside of the pecock, while the other at the same time painted his backside in searing serpent semen. "Nnnnnnnnnrrrrrh~" The serpent churred as he spilled his load forth, the consumption process continuing while his own backside milked the arousal of the peacock. He wanted everything from this bird, and he wanted to humiliate him by proving through action he couldn't resist giving him what he wanted even in this situation~

14:49 Gyro Feather feels the quivering of the other's shafts as they near their release while the thumping of the snake's heart seems to reach its height. Even so,the sensation of being filled had finally brought his shaft around to the point where it partially poked free of his sheath, a fact his predator seemed quick to take advantage of. That tip slides up into the other's tailhole, drawing an unwelcomed groan from his prey as that slovely tight ring slides around his shaft. This stimulation quickly brings the rest of his shaft spilling out, indlucing the thick knot at the base. Little dribbles of pre run from the tip now as an unwelcomed moan escapes his beak.

And yet the devious noodle was not stopping his consumption of him. Instead, each thrust and rythmic tug of the throat walls draws him just a little deeper. The ticklish sensation of the gryphons feathers are largely lost as it transitions to the fur that marks the end of his chest, leaving only his stiffer wing feathers outside. The frantic motions of his prey cause bulges to appear in the side, where claws flex, tattempting to grab purchase on teh far too slippery gullet. That growing stench brings tears to his eyes as it irritates them, and leaves his stomach churning. Hadnt he eaten enough? He could hear the sounds of an active eblly, dutifully working hard at turning his other food into mush.

15:02 Zorrethare the Regal had done all he had needed using his own backside, and thus released it.... The gryphon would have to deal with being aroused while being swallowed.... If he could even last for much longer~ The truth is, this serpent was a glutton in every sense of the word, and was all too quick to give in to his hedonistic desires. The sounds of his slushing and glutting stomach got deafeningly loud, as in one fell swoop, the serpent tilted himself back and glurked down the rest of the gryphon into his esophagus, making sure that his arousal was pressed up against the thick, slimy throat muscles on the way down... He finally closed his mouth once more, groaning out as he felt his food bulge shifting deeper and deeper into his body. "My, what a delectable thing you were.... Play nice with your room mates, that Raticate and Machoke will welcome you with open arms~ The bird's face spilled forth into the putrid chamber, and at that point, the seal had been broken, and the true horror of the smell of decaying digesting bodies became fully apparent, as the bird was deposited with hunks of meat, bones, and powerful burning acids that were already filling three quarters of the chamber, sending the poor bird sprawling to find any poket of air at all among the slushified meat and rattling of bones around him.... It was a traumatizing viscosity in that stomach, all to liquidy with patches of softened meat.

15:13 Gyro Feather whines as his shaft pulls free of that tunnel. He'd been hoping that perhaps, just maybe, he'd be able to tie with the snake and prevent his consumption...at least for a bit. Instead, a sensation of vertigo wells up in him as he's lifted towards the sky, where his hind legs kick out and pretty feathered tail lashes in fear. The gurlging noise grows all the more powerful against the gulps from behind as his beak pushes against a wall. After a second though, it opens up, allowing the force to push him through where he's blasted with the reeking scent of processing meat. And yet, its still not really enough to kill his arousal as the walls of the throat massage over his throbbing length. The gryphon makes the mistake of trying to call out, and gets a beakful of the granular sludge, forcing the bitter sour taste into his mouth, and down his throat, leaving it burning. Deeper he presses, forcing some of the thick gunk up his nares, and bu the time he reaches the far end of the belly, he's left sputtering. He can feel the sharp bones pressing up against him, while the walls of the stomach massage the thick chunks of food up against his feathers, making all the more clear exactly what his intentions are. "N-no! Spit me out!" He calls out, from his pocket of barely breathable air.

15:19 Zorrethare the Regal heard the pleas of his food, but decided instead of replying, he'd merely let out a tired yawn, and rest his head over his full and wiggling gut. As the stomach compressed against the gryphon, The snake let out one hearty belch, completely submerging the doomed gryphon in the sludge that ate away at his and the others' bodies. "Mmmmn~" The bones poked and stabbed and jabbed at the gryphon, leading his flesh to become directly exposed to the digestive juices he was submerged in. Muffled by the walls, but spoken strongly enough to be heard over the gurgles, the serpent spoke. "I suppose this rescue was a failure.... Oh well, I'll take a scolding on this one. Not like you'll ever tell them what happened.... You'll be snake shit in the woods by the time I get back~"

15:27 Gyro Feather had just sucked in one final breath of air only moments before what little existed in there previously rushes on out of the chamber, leaving him in an even tighter quarters. Sharp bones prod at his flesh, stabbing through the skin in places as sharp contractions roll over him, leaving behind wounds in his skin that the acids instantly attacked with a searing pain. On other parts of his body he can feel the aggressive tingling of the jucies as theyeat away at his flesh and feathers. These words brought anothe rburst of struggling to the gryphon as hse shoves up against the sides of the chamber, but its short lived as he begins to exhaust his last gasp of breath. His motions are slowed anyways, by the thick chyme that filled every inch of the chamber, with a cosistency of batter. He was fading fast now, and certainly wouldnt last much longer without another influx of air.

15:31 Zorrethare the Regal felt the satisfying physiological reactions to having such a valiant struggle put up by one's prey.... He would definitely add nicely to his body, and considering the fact that he was injured, he didn't even really have to put that much effort into capturing this one. The other two he at least had to ambush, but this one pretty much lead him right to them! It was an honestly appreciated gesture that the serpent was sure not to squander. He used his short leaved arms to rub over his stomach, listening to it as his meal fought for all that it was worth in one final burst of energy brought out by his words, but this struggling was futile.... As the air ran out, so did the force of the struggles. The serpent waited on baited breath at this point for that one last moment, when the last exhale of air by the bird would be expelled in a belch, and he'd be left inhaling the juices that would tear apart his body.

15:36 Gyro Feather lasts only a short minute longer as his motions begin to slow. His lungs are burnign for air, begging for him to take a gulp, even though he knows that will only lead to a lungful of bile. Eventually though, there's no choice. His beak opens up involuntarily with a gasp and he takes a deep inhale, causing the chunky fluid to rush down his throat and fill up his lungs. There's a moment of incredibly pain as his body goes into spasms from teh sudden invasion, but then his prey goes still, nothing but a hunk of meat to be left stewing amongst the other two.

15:53 Zorrethare the Regal smiled in a cruel satisfaction from having finished off the one he was sent to rescue. He lays over top of the bulge in his gut, listening to the bird's body being broken down like the other two.... It's a rapturous feeling, listening to the process in action of stealing someone's body, only to use it to sustain your own. Zorrethare hardly ever got to enjoy this, but this time he had no qualms doing so with such a foolish little explorer. The feeling of the bulge in his gut softening up was something that he often enjoyed. It was like a pillow that was too firm, but made comforting noises, and as time went on became softer and softer..... That was the only way that the serperior could describe moments like these. There was nothing more comfortable than his own gut when it digested those unfortunate enough to be caught in it. It wouldn't be long before the exposed flesh of the gryphon would begin to soften, nor would it be long before his simple circular rubbing turned into full on kneading of his gut, the pleasant sensation of rubbing away the very existance of his own food enough to make the proud serperior blush... After all, who wouldn't have blushed in a situation like this? This was him alone in the most pleasing of things he could do.... Some pokemon stroked themselves off to get this utter sensation of bliss, but no orgasm in the serperior's mind could possibly compare to what it was like to really take something so precious as someone's life, their body, their very essence, and use it to fuel your own.... It was the most depraved of crimes, and yet in the same sense, it was the most satisfying to commit... Theft was thought of as a petty crime in most instances, but in this case, it just goes to show that it all depends on what it is you're stealing.... Unfortunately, this serpent wasn't interested in petty theft... He was a maniac who was obsessed with digesting people to add to the pudge of his coils~
It was on the way back, when the serpent stared at his now slightly softer coils, and listened to the sounds of his intestines pushing things along. He smiled and continued on before the sounds became louder, and the pressures started to build up. "Hmmm.... Eager to come out so soon are you all? Oh well, I suppose it can't be helped~" As he spoke, he revealed his tailpipe from his coils, and almost instantly began to sigh out as he pushed out log after steaming, stinking log of broken and shattered and corroded bones all matted together with bits of fur and feathers from the raticate and the gryphon, while all that remained of the machoke was the broken and eroded bones. As things progressed, the bones started to get larger and larger... Arm bones, leg bones, and the three skulls soon followed to plop in the steaming mess, before the serpent turned back to admire his handiwork. "Apologies, maybe you should have been more prepared to avoid such a shitty adventure~"

16:01 < Gyro Feather> ( <3 that was fantastic

16:01 < Zorrethare the Regal> (Glad you enjoyed it as much as I did~)

16:01 < Gyro Feather> (Feel free to hit me up whenever. ^^ I'd love playing again~