Coming In to Warm Up

24 December 2017

18:19 Gyro Feather is probably huddled up around a fire in a wooden shack~

18:20 Charizard Seven finds himself wondering if he ought to be doing something with the window... ;p

18:48 Gyro Feather listens to the fire crackling as the flames lick the flavorful piece of meat that rotates atop ot, carrying the scent of its cooking up through the chimney and into the outside area.

18:50 Charizard Seven could smell the scent of a spitroast from a mile off, crackling meat and the tang of smoke standing in sharp contrast to the smells of a winter's night. Already he's winged his way down towards the isolated little shack, and now he stands by the window, nostrils dilated, as he tries to smell what else might be hiding inside. For cooked meat is all good and well, but wriggling meat...

18:58 Gyro Feather 's smoke held no sense of what the creature inside happened to be, as he toiled, though the meat was certainly heavily seasoned. Outside, light snow fell over the prairie while the spit slowly sizzled. The gryhon settles back by the window in a chair, casting a dark silhouette of his features against the dancing light of the fire. As the only source of light, his figure casts a large enlongated shadow on the snow, easily visible from teh air.

19:03 Charizard Seven cannot smell over the overpowering scent of smoke, but he can see. Only a silhouette from his position, but that's enough to make out the details that matter. Quadruped, beak and wings, but a distinctly non-avian body structure. A gryphon, then? Not the sort of morsel that usually finds itself out in these parts. Something of a delicacy. His thick tongue slides over his lips, making the softest of hisses of rough flesh over smooth scales. He's already salivating, wondering if all that smoke has seeped into the feathers. A warm breath, snorted against the cool window by flared nostrils, makes a cloud of steam and a circle of fog against the glass. Yes... He lifts a paw, one claw extended, and taps three light beats on the window.

19:09 Gyro Feather has let his eyes fall into a half closed form while a timer whirls away near the chimney where it might soon indicate his dinner is ready. His tail flicks iddly bakc and forth, while his head rests almost right up against the glass. His eyes open suddenly at the noise, and he turns his head backwards, to look back at the charizard. He's not sure what he's looking at though, as the blast of fog hides everything from his vision, save for what appears to be a flickering flame from the other's tail. Gyro riases an eye at this display, but makes no move, waiting for whatever it is to reveal itself.

19:13 Charizard Seven can see the other more clearly now, his eyes peeking over the circle of condensation, and backlit by the glow of the fire he can see pinkish-purple feathers surrounding pretty green eyes and a short beak. With a smirk spreading over his face he presses a palm against the window and, with a single definite move, he wipes it away, leaving himself obscured only by the darkness. And now... Now he thinks he might play a little~ His jaws part every so slightly before the gryphon, tongue lolling out the front of his snout, and he points to it with a single finger, before pressing the finger hard against glass, aiming at Gyro. Then, eyes seeking to make contact, he slides his tongue over the smooth surface, leaving a path of slick drool behind it, while he shows off the inside of his mouth~

19:22 Gyro Feather 's feathers twitch at the squeaking noise of a palm rubbing over glass, allowing him to see the gaze of a dragon's own green eyes staring back at him. A primal shudder though, soon replaces the curiosity as that jaw parts open, allowing him to see down that glistening gullet. That finger makes it all to clear what the dragon wants as well. Gyro gulps hard, and glides backwards from the window as that tongue then drags over the surface of the glass, and that mouth presses open wider, allowing him to glimpse the flame illuminated throat in all its horrible glory which stares back at him. His motion causes the chair to collapse to the side and him to land on a heap in the floor. At least that door is locked...he thinks, as he glances over at it.

19:25 Charizard Seven pulls away. The gaze betrays uncertainty, the idea that the door may not be sealed as both of them had assumed. The smirk on the dragon's face widens, and he turns with deliberate movements, telegraphing his intend. As he vanishes past the windowframe he's sure to stamp down on the snowy ground, making ponderous, pounding footsteps that reveal his location even through the opacity of the wooden walls. The last part of him to go is his tail, swaying in midair so that his flame dances, casting shadows that move with it, irregular and jagged. All too soon he's at the door, one mighty paw on the handle, ready to push. If it's unlocked, and if the gryphon hasn't gotten there first...

19:41 Gyro Feather feels his heart pounding at his chest as the dragon begins to stomp off towards the door, but fortunately its closer to him than it is to the window. As that bright tail begins to leave the frame of the glass, Gyro manages to get himself to his feet and rush over to the handle. He fumbles iwth the knob and manages to lock the bolt , dropping it into place and sealing himself inside. Right about then he hears the dragon at his door and shudders heavily. At least, there, he should be safe enough from the outside. The heavy would be hard to smash through, and the window too small for him to fit. His heart is thumping hard in his chest now as he goes dead silent. The only way into the house was the coal feed for the fire now, and well, Gyro had not thought to lock that. Afterall, his fire was raging away.

19:46 Charizard Seven pushes the handle down, slamming his shoulder into the door with a good portion of his weight. It shudders at the impact, dust floating down from the rafters above, but it holds. A second thud has much the same effect, achieving naught but a shower of dust and splinters, and an ache in the big dragon's shoulder. It was to be expected, though; he'd have hated for it to be too easy. So it's with a smile on his cruel jaws that he stalks away, continuing his passage around the cabin, eyes checking for any possible way in. At the window on the far wall he pauses again, just long enough to tap and give the glass a shorter lick, but one that leaves a thicker streak of drool, rivulets of the stuff running down the pane to pool against the sill and freeze. Then, just past it, he sees it; the coal bunker, and beside that the chute that leads into the house. A cautious tug is enough to reveal that it's unlocked, and there shouldn't be another door within. Inside the cabin, there is the sound of scrabbling, of shifting rocks and paws on snow, from outside.

19:55 Gyro Feather feels his heart thumping in his chest, and each heavy against the door causes it to rattle, forcing his heart to skip a beat in fear. Then, it stops and he lets out the breath he'd been holding, feeling himself deflate as tension leaves him. He turns again as he hears teh tap at the glass and snorts, shaking his head, even as teh thick drops roll down and freeze on top of the last lick. He's sure to be fine now, as there's no other way inside. He walks back over to the spit, and turns it a couple more times before settling back onto his chair. Who knows what that creature is doing. At the end of the coal shoot, the bright yellow of flame illuminates against Seven's eyes. There's a brief flare up of the fire as the chilly air rushes down to greet it, followed by that momentary disturbance disapearing as the inflow of air is blocked by the other's bulk.

20:00 Charizard Seven has to consider himself remarkably fortunate that the chute is big enough to accommodate him; clearly, whoever built the cabin was expecting the occupant to go through a lot of coal. Not surprising, considering how cold the winters here can get. The scrabbling, scraping of rock on rock gets louder as he all but slides in, squirming like some great, fat wyrm until he can see the flames ahead of him. Perfect. A little theatricality, to improve the flavour~

He appears through the flames like a demon emerging from some hellish gateway. First his head, emerald eyes as bright as the fire around them, his snout streaked with black coaldust. With a clatter of loose coals scattered across the floor he pulls the rest of his stained bulk out and up, tossing the spit aside and looming over the diminutive gryphon with ease. There's a long moment of silence, broken only by the crackle of the disturbed fire, as he stares down at his quarry with that devilish smirk.

20:08 Gyro Feather had convinced himself that whateve noises he was hearing was just the winter cold playing a trick on him. Surely that lizard hadnt foudn a way in afterall. The coal shoot itself was tight, and only through the lubricating dust was he even able to slip through, and that wasnt without deforming the metal in places. Regardless though, the gryphon suddenly sees a black face peering out of the fire, causing his beak to drop open in a mixture of fear and surprise, while his featehrs stand on end. As the Charizard pushes through, breaking a portion of the mantleplace, cinders and ash spray up into the air, choking at the bird's lungs. That smirk finally throws his body into high gear with a spike of adreniline. Quick as he can, the gryphon is over at the door, and begins to fumble with the lock, only to find that while it'd prevented the overgrown lizard from getting in, at the same time, he'd managed to damage the door, causing the bolt to be seized permanently in place.

20:12 Charizard Seven follows after him with slow steps, drawing out the moment. With the door jammed all the gryphon can do is struggle to open it, struggle and fail. A heavy growl fills the air as he approaches, and though it starts out strong and steady it morphs, turning into a low pulsing beat. A chuckle. A laugh. He's laughing at the gryphon, toying with him with sluggishness. it's only when the two of them are almost touching that he reaches out with both claws, the coal dust sheeting away from his body, and makes a grab.

20:16 Gyro Feather glances over his shoulder as he fights with the latch, knowing that as that distance closes with each deliberate step, this is his only hope of making an escape. That dark form grows ever closer, forcing his quarry to quiver in absolute fear while he makes himself small. "P-please...please dont eat me...Take...take my food instead,' the gryphon offers with a squeak. The laughing has him folding his crest down against his head, and he doesnt even make a move to escape that claw as it latches a hold of his tail. If he wasnt going to get out now...then well...

20:20 Charizard Seven is almost disappointed that his prey isn't putting up more of a fight. He's heard such things about gryphons, mighty warriors of renown, tough adversaries to cut one's teeth on. But this? This isn't at all what he'd expected. For a second or so, as the pleas come, he considers saying nothing at all, letting the little bird believe he's dealing with some kind of monster of lore or a wild beast. But the urge to tease is too strong. He just can't help himself~ "Don't eat you? Why not?" he rumbles, one paw gripping the base of that plumed tail, the other holding the gryphon at the belly, just in front of his hind legs. "Don't wanna take a trip down a hot, slimy gullet? Don't wanna curl up in a writhing belly, waiting t'be turned into more of me? But I do so love a wriggling meal, so much more than...scorched flesh~"

20:29 Gyro Feather 's belly quivers as his breath rises and falls in the grip of the other creature. He rears his hinds back and gives a hard kick, aiming at the Charizard's claws, hitting the one grasping his tail. "But...but...because! Why dont you eat some animal...not me!" He responds, starting to writhe in his grip now that he's finally gotten over the initial shock of the encounter. There's got to be plenty better things out there in the forrest..." he protests.

20:35 Charizard Seven momentarily loses his grip on the tail, but his other paw is still holding the gryphon's belly, and the kick just means he has to grab the tail closer to the tip, where a tug is only going to be more painful. To forestall any more silly little attempts like that he lifts Gyro up with one arm, turning him about so that they're both upright, belly to belly, both of his paws now gripping him at the belly and chest. "Better? Nothin' better than snuffin' out someone like us! No one squirms like a person when they're goin' down. Dumb animals out there, they don't squeal an' bed, and fuckin' them just doesn't feel right, does it? Don't tell me you've never indulged before. Birdkitty like you, I know you've felt the need~" He licks, from collar all the way up the neck and across a fluffy cheek; fruit and smoke combine in those feathers, much to his delight~

20:44 Gyro Feather squirms hard as he feels himself lifted up into the air by his hips, putting pressure against his sheath uncomfortably as he's twisted, sensitive flesh setting down on it until those hands move to a new grip. The warmth of the firelizard flows through his fur now, as he's pushed into the fat gut that sticks out before him, while he's forced to look straight up at the dragon now, getting a fearful glimpse up into that glistening mouth each time the hot humid stench of the dragon's words ruffle donw over his feathers. His heart thumps hard into the other's hands as the fear rises. Sharp claws move to Seven's scales and begin to push against his belly in an effort to extricate himself from him. "Couldnt...isnt it more fun to go after another mon? They...thy can actually fight back..." he argues, while shaking his head at the implication. Of course, he really had partaken before, and in fact the bright pellet of a pony was one of the things that had been knocked out of the flames, darkened by its time in the fire. "N-no...I would never..." He soon scrunches his face and pulls back as that hot tongue slathers across his body, leaving a trail that glistens in the light of the scattered fire. That tongue...ugh ewww it was sooo gross and slimy...

20:51 Charizard Seven snorts. "Liar~" he whispers, letting the gryphon push at him with those claws. His hide is tough enough to have withstood sharper and longer than this little morsel has to offer. "I know the look, you're just like me only smaller, ain't ya? Maybe if you were bigger you'd be the sort to come after me, but you ain't getting any bigger~ All downhill for you, little birdie, cause you're endin' tonight in this here belly." Another lick, to the other side of his face, more warm, humid breath hitting those feathers. "Endin' it all in my stomach, eh~?" Then those claws move Gyro downward; the 'zard sits on the floor, his legs spread apart, a leaking slit visible between them, the thought of what he's going to do to this bird making his cock peek out already. "First, though, we're puttin' that beak to work. An' it better be good work, too. Bite it, an' take your legs off, eat them first, then your wings, tail... Tear you up, so I will~"

20:59 Gyro Feather 's crest quivers at the accusation in his ear and clenches his beak tightly. He digs his claws in deeper, but they're not powerful enough to even pierce the scales of the powerful lizard, let alon invlict any real damage. The motions grow more frantic though, as the teasing continues ever onward,even as his hope sinks further. His head pulls away from that tongue, but it just chases him, leaving an oily sensation in his sweet ashy feathers . The breath causes Gyro to cough, smelling on it so much older meat to have gone beofre him. "N-no...I...you cant...please..." he protests, before he's shoved downards. The force causes his chest to hit the ground while his beak is burried up against the slit. he can smell the eager musk of the dragon overwhelming even the smoke where he is. Briefly he considers defiance...but that threat...his body wilts and he pushes his beak forward. His tongue slips out, sliding over the shaft of the dragon that had begun to poke free.

21:04 Charizard Seven nods, hooking both legs around Gyro's back to pin his wings and hold him against the floor, as a meaty paw strokes down the back of his head. "There's a good boy, no sense makin' this any harder. Let's have ourselves a nice, romantic night in front'f the fire~" More of his malehood shows in response to the lick, the tapering head coming free, already slick with a thin coat of something musky and wet. Behind that comes that shaft itself, curving upward towards the belly, It tastes, predictably enough, of sex; hot and salty, and yet somehow fragrant. With the full length showing, pulsing gently, Sev's paw starts to ease Gyro down, so that it'll slip right into an open beak...

21:10 Gyro Feather squirms in the grip, trying to get his wings free now as Seven readjusts his grip on his back. Its not really sufficient for him to get away though, as those arms soon crush right down against them once more. Gyro lets out a soft whine, even as h'es lowered down around that throbbing length. His warm breath tickles over the hot member, which warms the insides of his own beak. Drool dribbles down the shaft to run the lenght of his slit as Gyro suckles reluncatntly around it. He wants to speak, to protest, but that risks nipping the other's lengh and the poor consequnces already threatened. Instead he runs the rough muscle over the sensitive flesh, curling against it and drawing out the trickle of pre.

21:16 Charizard Seven 's hips rise up, back arching subtly. That precum tastes as the cock itself does, only more so, each aspect intensified. And it's [b]hot[/b], dribbling down the bird's throat to warm his insides like a slug of whisky might. A little more pressure on the back of that pretty head, to get more of himself inside, as rumbles and groans escape the big lizard's maw, accompanied by a few growls from his belly. Can't forget where the gryphon is going, can we? And yet claws scritch affectionately beneath the feathers, breathy encouragement sound along with the moaning. Hard to say if it's just more teasing, or if Sev really does appreciate the attention, forced as it is~

21:23 Gyro Feather feels his beak widen as more of the shaft presses between his maw, while the tip pushes behind the edges of his gullet, leaving him gagging. His throat convulses around it, seeking to milk more of the fluid from the tip as he shudders. There's a few whimpering muffled noises as that large growling belly rumbles its eager hunger into his form through his body, leaving a tention which even those affectionate scratches are unable to dispell. Gyro shifts in the grip, though the dug in claws make it so the only direction he can flee is downwards onto that shaft. The tip of his beak nips right at the base as his own flesh rolls sensually over it, working to milk it for its juices even if the gryphon may not want that.

21:28 Charizard Seven is in the throat, and that's all the encouragement he needs to let loose; he wants his meal, and wants it soon, but he's loth to let the gryphon go without satisfying his other needs first. The best answer to that that he can see guides his next actions. Both paws take a hold of Gyro by the head, legs pressing a little hard down onto him, and with hard strokes he pumps the bird over his cock like nothing more than a sex toy, forcing himself into the throat with every push, making a sick wet squelch, his growls rising in pitch, in synch with his body temperature. Over it all he grins, licking his lips to speak. "You're doing great, little birdie, keep it up~ Gonna make me pop...sooon~"

21:35 Gyro Feather flares his wings as the claws move off of his back and up to his head, though he's still hafl clutched to the body. They begin to beat hard, against the charizard and against the air in some attempt to get himself free from the other's grip. The shaft swells up in his throat as he's shoved down on top of it, only able to draw a breath each time he's raised up once again. The bird coughs, and finds himself tiring out through his flailing, and getting no where in the process. Instead his gullet mearly clenches and rolls over the shaft each time its forced through his throat, sending waves of pleasure through his predator.

21:42 Charizard Seven is getting all worked up by the struggles, the flapping wings and choked sounds, like nothing else. Pressure is already building at the base of his cock, anticipation mounting on itself as the pleasure signals that the meal is soon to come, and that thought only sends more pleasure running down his spine. The pumps get harder, harder still, until the whole cabin is filled with the wet sounds of throatfucking and at last he rolls his head back and shoots out a gout of flame at the ceiling! One claw holds Gyro firmly at the scruff, pulling him off the cock, while the other jerks it, stroking spittle-soaked flesh as near-scalding seed erupts from it. Wings unfurl as the stuff splatters against the gryphon's beak, landing across and inside it, on his tongue, over his face, dripping down into his chest feathers. One jet even lands along his back, and behind it all in the background comes the ringing of the cooking clock~

21:48 Gyro Feather sucks in a deep breath as he's suddenly pulled up off of the shaft, leaving him panting open mouthed as the first rush of white seed shoots upwards. It hits his beak and falls down in long white strings, while more of it peppers the back of his throat, adding further humiliation to the scene as he's forced to gulp it. The hot white juices strings down the front of his chest, obscuring pink feathers in teh white which glistens from the fire. The cieling itself smolders by the time the jet is done, stained black from teh flames. He tries to pull away from the claws now when Seven is distracted and manages at least partially, working his way free of one of them, and leaving a couple pink feathers in their wake as that clock rings out, signalling dinner time.

21:52 Charizard Seven might have let Gyro slip out, for all the good that would do him trapped in this cabin, but for the ringing. He snaps back upright, eyes wide and alert, and the one claw still clutching the bird clamps down. "Nono, no leavin' before dinner, birdie, that's rude!" The other claw takes a hold of one of the gryphon's arms, gripping it hard around the wrist. "I think the meal's done cookin'. Time to sup~" With that dull hiss his tongue slides over his lips, jaws parting before Gyro. With painstaking care the head comes down, that one arm lifted up, claws placed on the slick tongue and guided in, past strings of hanging drool, towards the glowing, eager throat~

21:59 Gyro Feather squeals as that claw comes down hard on his body, pressing him tightly to Sev's belly once again, smearing cum onto the other's scales. The gryphon shakes his head at that response and protests, "B-but if I leave, then there's more for you..." He watches that dark orange tongue tracing those lips, leaving a steaming layer of drool behind. His beak opens to add more, but it just hangs like that, unable to muster up the words as he knows its too late. That hot slippery muscle curls over his claw as its held out till it presses against the back of that throat. His beak breaches the front of that maw, resting between the sharp teeth as flesh glints in the firelight. The hot liquid bathes his feathers, soaking down into them and matting them, even as his own fruity flavor, accompanied by the smokey ashes tickles the other's tongue. A glob of that foul drool lands in that open beak, prompting gyro to close it once again.

22:05 Charizard Seven doesn't bother pointing out that, by eating Gyro, the 'zard has both the gryphon and the roast all to himself. He's a smart(ish) lad, who can figure that much out for himself, surely. Besides, Sev has a mouthful of gryphon, and it is rather rude to speak with your mouth full! So he doesn't; he manoeuvres the claw to the back of his throat, where an eager swallow is enough to lock it in place, accompanied by a gurgle from his midsection, where the stomach has realised food is on the way. More drool hangs from his maw, splattering the already cum-streaked face, and the next swallow is a big one, big enough to drag Gyro's head all the way in, between the jaws, his chin skating across the wide tongue so that it's flooded with the mingling flavours of salty seed, fruity oil and smoke. Glorious, he thinks to himself. Just wonderful~

22:10 Gyro Feather tries to withdraw his claw, but its merely pulled in deeper at that second gulp, where the broad tongue forces him shoulder deep into the maw, where his beak rests right up against the entrance to the gullet. The smell of old meat and smoke fills his nares, giving the gryphon an early taste of the area he's going to soon be. Already he's adding more salt to his flavor as the hot body temperature leaves the bird sweating and panting, already starting to sap his strenght hin the humidity. The wet noises of the throat, and gurgling stomach join in the rest of the sounds of the dragon, including his rapid heartbeat. Those teeth scrape against his collar feathers now, while his one free talon pushes at the lump his other arm makes in the dragon's throat.

22:15 Charizard Seven gives Gyro credit for his refusal to surrender; even if nothing else in his actions today have made other gryphons proud, that at least ought to. Cold comfort though it must be. That throat ripples hot around the trapped arm, flesh shifting and tugging as if testing his strength. It isn't until the 'zard consciously gulps, pushing the gryph deeper with his tongue and claws, forcing that other arm up against the feathered body, that Gyro moves. His head breaches the throat, all his feathers pushed back against his skull by the tight passage, that skims away most of the cum and leaves a thin sheen coating him, as the rest is collected and gulped down around him. Another swallow, and the shoulders, pushed uncomfortably close together, join the head and arm, which are making a lurid swelling in the orange-scaled neck.

22:20 Gyro Feather squeaks as the dragon swallows again, causing that throat to grasp at his face, sealing his beak shut and cutting off any further protest as it ripples around him. The tongue flicks at his neck in the action, shoving his face deep into that tunnel. Deeper now, the smokeyness begins to pass as his face moves past the fire mechanism into the squelching tunnel. His first and second pair of shoulders slide into that grip, leaving the Zard's teeth up against his fur now with all of the gryphon's feathers enveloped in hot heat, save for his wings and tail. Drool makes them wither and cling to his body, and even if he did get free, he'd need quite a cleaning to be able to fly at this point. He makes noises of protest, which are barely heard through the thick flesh that clings against him, drowned out even by the gurgling eagerness of that belly.

22:25 Charizard Seven is past all the hard parts, the broadest sections, and though on some creatures the hips might prove an issue, on the gryphon they're almost streamlined, as if just waiting for a throat to slide into. One gulp, two, both sounding impossibly loud around Gyro's head, each one gripping hard at him, opening the gullet out before him, and forcing the feathers down, fur coming to join them. Soon enough, with the hips making a final wide bulge in the throat, and both legs and tail sticking out from Sev's jaws, the gryphon's beak pushes through the last of the throat and into the stomach, where sickly acidic smells fill the air, made all the more potent by the furnace heat that fills the beast. The bulge of Gyro is vanishing into the Charizard's chest and belly, where a healthy coating of blubber will keep his form obscured~

22:30 Gyro Feather 's bulges writhe in that thorat as they sink ever deeper, though the powerful ripples are enough to force the breath out of the gryphon's lungs as they squeeze on his chest, while the pressure causes his ears to pop as he slides in. The tongue hooks up between his hips and cheeks, stroking against his tail hole and sheath, drawing a shudder from the bird, before that's sealed away. As his head pushes down into the belly beyond, he finds the pressure letting up, allowing him to take a deep breath and call out once more, "S-spit me up! I'll get you...I'll get you way more than just a gryphon..." He protests. Another breath though, and the smell really gets to him, causing his nose to burn, and forcing him to cough as the acrid odor really hits him. He's pushed down a little furhter, towards the small spattering of juices, though the belly was still rather empty.

22:35 Charizard Seven gets the last of Gyro into his jaws with a short wet snap, cheeks bulging, and the final swallow comes with no small amount of effort. But that's it; that's all that's left for Gyro in the world outwith Sev, and for him there's nothing left to do but curl up, as his legs finally join the rest of him, and enjoy the Charizard's slow digestion. After all, it is cold out there, and his body will be running a little slower until the winter months pass by. He lets out a happy, huffing sigh and smacks his gut, standing to waddle back over to the fire, kicking a few smouldering coals back towards the grate. "Didn't want anythin' else, though. Wanted gryphon, and that's what I got~" he replies, his voice an epic boom that comes from all around Gyro. Idly, the dragon picks up the forgotten roast and strips a few bits of charred meat from it; cooked on the outside, but the inside is still pink and juicy. And meanwhile, the walls of the stomach press around its gryphon cargo, smearing slick and clinging fluids all over him.

22:42 Gyro Feather gives one final kick against the tongue before that too shoves his paws down into the gullet with a forceful gulp. He's pressed down, his head sliding intot he juices, before more of him pushes inside, forcing the poor little bird to begin to curl up. Almost instantly, the powerful jucies begin to itch while more of him spills inside. His body begins to shift about in the stomach as the lizard moves, causing him to sway as the final hind paws join him in the hot sack. The muscles roll lazily over his form, while the firey insides leave him sweating and panting hard, unable to get free from the heat around him. With all of him inside, his motions cause a minor bulge in the belly, though he'd be largely undetected if one wasnt looking for Gyro's presence. The words echo in his head, leaving it throbbing while he rakes at the sides. "N-no...I'm just a small thing...surely you'd like a bigger gryphon..."

22:45 Charizard Seven chews on a strip of meat, swallows, and shoves another into his maw, slowly stripping the carcass down. "Nah, with this lovely cookin' of yours, you come out just about the right size~" Another mouthful goes down, another chewed on, but that's that last. He tosses the spit, still with half a meal on it, to the far corner of the cabin and sprawls out in front of the fire with a mighty yawn. "Now you just be a good lad an' churn away there. I'll be restin' here, feelin' ya fall to pieces~" One hand gives his belly firm rubs, pressing hard to be able to feel Gyro in there, while the tingling that covers the gryphon spreads, stripping fur and feathers, walls jostling him around...

22:50 Gyro Feather winces as he hears that first gulp, and then feels a hunk of meat splatting down on top of him. The smokey scent of the treat fills the air, combatting the other awful smells that surround him, while reminding him about the fact that that was supposed to be his. His stomach gives a growl, begging for food at that new smell, headless of the fact that it did not matter at this point. His own struggles had begun to slow now, as the heat sapped his strength, leaving him panting and covered in ick, splashed up by his motions. That same pasty liquid was leaving him feeling worse as his flesh prickles and stings, while feathers begin to fall away.

22:54 Charizard Seven lays his head down in the crook of his own elbow, smacking his lips, letting his gut do its work, warmed even further through by the crackling fire. Soon skin will peel away, muscle exposed to be eaten into, and soon enough the gryphon will be little more than a pile of bones to be regurgitated, and a soupy mess that'll be taken care of by the rest of the 'zard's insides. Not for a little while yet, though~ He lifts his head just enough to blow a kiss at his belly. "G'night, birdie. I'll see what's left of you in the morning~"

22:54 < Charizard Seven> (Gonna have to call it a night there, I think!)

22:54 < Gyro Feather> (Awww! ah well

22:55 < Gyro Feather> (I was gonna ask you to do one of those disposal scenes you say you do on occasion :P

22:56 Gyro Feather lasts only a little bit longer in the charizard's belly once he hears teh creature begining to snore loudly around him. He can feel the weight settling donw on him, crushing him, and forcing air from his lungs. Even as things begin to get painful, the air is growing thin, leaving him lightheaded. Soon enough, the gryphon passes out, left to be a hunk of meat to melt away over the course of the night.

22:57 < Charizard Seven> (Disposal? From which end? :p)

22:58 < Gyro Feather> (I think you'd mentioned dabbling occasionally from the other :P but maybe that was just as prey. I'll leave that up to you though :B)

23:03 Charizard Seven wakes late the next morning, already close to noon, and the sun is at about the highest it'll get. The fire has burned down to embers and his belly is... Well, reasonably flat. There's an irritating sensation in his chest, though, like something stuck in his throat. he pushed himself up to all fours, leaning over, and horks up a wad of greyish-blue fur, some feathers, and a a few bones along with a bleached skull. The skull he keeps, putting on the ruined mantelpiece as he gathers up the meat and a few trinkets. Then, before he goes, he picks a spot in the corner, squatting for a moment. When he's gone, breaking the lock on the door and squeezing through, he leaves a behind him a mess of broken and scorched timbers, scattered coal, slimy fur, and a steaming brown pile. Behold, the last earthly remains of Gyro the gryphon!

23:03 < Gyro Feather> <3