Kobolds Stick Together

1 October 2018

18:24 Gyro Feather opens the door after having heard a rapid knocking at the front of his house. Peering throught he window, he spots a kobold, sporting a bag full of equipment on his back and raises an eyebrow. Opening the door to greet him, he frowns and tilts his head to the side. "Oh uhh...hello there. Are you another traveling salesperson? I told the last kobold that visited me to tkae me off your list. I dont need anything done for me. Mott had probably heard of the grumpy gryphon who had chased Zalti off the week before rather aggressively, frightening the little thing near to death.

18:30 Mott lets out a small chuckle, "Oh but I'm not here to sell anything, rather to male your aquantance, and by the looks of it you seem a little on edge so why don't you just let me in and I can show you a bit of a good time." The small kobold smiles a bit, "And this bag is just my belongings, nothing to be concerned about, I heard my friend Zalti stopped by and you ran him off, you will find I'm not as easily frightened off."

18:30 < Mott> (hope thats not too crappy lol, didn't know where to go with it)

18:31 < Gyro Feather> (Nah, I wasnt quite sure how to go with things either, this is fine.

18:32 < Mott> (you'll end up in my gut regardless right hehe)

18:32 < Gyro Feather> (Indeed~

18:41 Gyro Feather frowns at the creature, looking up to meet their eyes with his own and chews on his beak. "A good time? What sort of good time?" He asks incredulously, raising a golden eye ridge. "If you mean what I think you mean...well...fine I guess, I wouldnt mind someone to give me that sort of hand...but after taht, I think you shoudl go. I'm a little busy," the gryphon says with a snort and parts the way slightly. Directly inside is the living room, equipped with a comfy looking couch and a couple of sitting chairs. "But if you try anything funny, I'll chase you off, fearless or no."

18:45 Mott smirks and flicks his tail about, the short kobold shrugging if off as that tough guy act, "What ever you say, now why don't you come over here so we can start the fun, I'm short on time so I need to be quick hehe." The kobold snickers and pull off his jacket, but keeps the pants on, the lizard not needing them for today, the male was only here to get his paws on the gryphon and teach him a lesson about messing with his kind, though the avain wouldn't be aware of the males intent.

18:52 Gyro Feather blinks at the question and leans past Mott to glance around outside. It looked like no one was around after all, so what could it hurt. "Hmmm out here? Fine I guess..." he mutters and then passes over the threshhold, clicking his door shut behind him. The bird had no such clothes to take off, but merely instead sits himself back against the door, and spreads his legs to expose a dark blue sheath and large orbs hanging down towards his pucker. "Hmmm I suppose we shall get to it~"

18:55 Mott leans down and smiles a bit, reaching a paw down to cup those balls of yours, the kobold grinning up at you as the other paw strokes over that sheath of yours, slowly easing that hidden cock out of hiding. "Let's see how long you can last, I bet you will become a bit exhausted once I get you going hehe." Mott smirks and works over your sheath and sac, that heady musk flowing into the lizards nostrils, making those nose hole wiggle and twitch a bit.

19:00 Gyro Feather chuckles at the kobold and runs his tongue over his dry beak in anticipation, with a smile forming at the edges. "Mmmm Only if you mange to do it just right~ I cant say I've ever had a kobold do anything with me though. The bird shudders as the muzzle rpesses into his shoft furred sheath, smelling of a clean musk, with a slightly fruity oil on top, no doubt some sort of smely product the gryphon used. He arches forward at the touch, feeling his sheath flushing with blood, and brining the barest hint of the tip out.

19:06 Mott presses his snout to your tip and takes in that lovely scent of yours, the kobold flicking out his serpantine tongue and licks over that expose cock of yours. Teasing it a bit to slip on out into the open, all the while those paws work over your sac, rolling the gryphons sac in his paws, feeling a nice amount of bird seed slosh within those hefty orbs. "You have a nice set here my friend, might need to take them down a notch by draining your balls of your seed." The lizard grins and places his maw on your tip, that tongue guiding into your urethra and down your unexposed shaft, the kobolds tongue slipping down into your sac, tasting your warm sticky seed.

19:06 < Mott> (have to do a few things might be 20 mins or so, would love to continue)

19:12 < Gyro Feather> (Alright

19:15 < Mott> (gimmie 30 mins, gonna grab something to eat and the such ^^)

19:15 Gyro Feather feels his heart begning to race as his slowly swelling member presses up into his jaws, where the warm air rushes across its sensitive face. The gryphon gasps and shudders in delight and anticipation as he feels an unusual sensation worming its way down through the center of his tube. That long slender tongue brings a look of both confusion and enjoyment to the bird's face as he reaches down to find the salty musky fluid contained within. The walls of his balls churn at the tongue, while gyro reaches forward to hold his head down around his shaft.

19:15 < Mott> (Hope you are enjoying)

19:16 < Gyro Feather> (mmmhmm

19:37 Mott continues to tunnel inside your shaft, flicking that tongue all around inside those balls of yours, slurping up that hot musky seed of yours. The kobold wraps his lips around your dick to give suction as he draws out large amounts of pent up seed, the lizard looking up with his eyes as he watches, gulping down that delicious seed as he drains your balls of the thick viral cum of yours, in hopes of making the gryphon exhausted from losong all that precious seed of his.

19:42 Gyro Feather feels himself reach his peak multiple times as Mott goes to town on him, causing a spasm to roll up through his shaft and attempt to spurt hot cum into the other's mouth, though its blocked by the tongue, preventing him from being spent. Each orgasm he reaches, with a loud piaaoooww draws a little more energy out of the bird, until, after the third, he collapses backwards against the door, panting heavily with his tongue lolled out of his mouth in a near daze. His head is swimming with his afterglowas he lies there in a pleasured haze.

19:46 Mott pulls that tongue from your cock and takes it in his maw, bobbing up and down your shaft as he rubs over your sac, the kobold feeling you pulse and throb in his maw. Mott mmm's around your dick as you reach orgasm finally, filling the lizard maw with hot cum as he swallows it down it gulps, the lizard pulling off your dick and nuzzling up against your head, that tongue licking over your face before that maw spreads open around your head, slowly taking the gryphons head inside that slimy wet maw of his, suckling over it, pushing you down inside those slick slimy walls of his.

19:51 Gyro Feather chuckles as he feels the tongue darting across his feathers, leaving smears of white cum across them, and drawing up the new flavor of his fruity oils and pleasant poultry body. The bird chuckles as the maw comse closer and tries to muster up the energy to join the kobold in the kiss he's anticipating. However, as beak meets lips, he feels them instead creep up over his head. He can smell his own cum on the lizard's breath while hot drool smears into his feathers as his head is drawn into the dark cavern. Weakly he tries to pull out of the guiding hands, but with the door behind him there's just no where to go.

19:58 Mott lifts the gryphon up a bit, guiding him down that tight slimy gullet of his, the walls undulating around him as that slick flesh squeezes and ripples around you. The avian getting soaked in the kobolds drool as he is pulled further inside that hot moist maw of his, the lizard having little to no issues it taking the gryphon inside his throat. The taste of sweet musky seed runs over Motts tongue as he brings your shoulders and belly into his carnivorous maw slime and drool coating you, making it easy for the small kobold to swallow you down inch by inch, that belly of his beginning to swell as the gryphon is brought down inside that stomach of his.

20:11 Gyro Feather feels that first swallow around his head, and its enough to shock him back out of his moment of stupor when the tight wave of flesh squelches a gulp in his ears and forces his featers to mat with drool. His shoulders slip between those jaws, where he can feel the sharp teeth digging in before he starts to flail around, though his movements are clumbsy with exaustion. Each motion drives the points of those teeth deeper against him, drawing some pain before he's thrust deeper. His claws seek out to grab onto something to slow his descent, but it seems fruitless. Instead, the dark slimy rippling tunnel fo the gullet terminates in a loose sack, where the disgustingly sharp scent of bile assaults his nares.

20:15 Mott groans and finishes up by pushing the gryphons hips and legs into his jaws, those teeth scraping along his meal as he nibbles on you a bit, making you squirm even more. The kobold swallows down the avian, feeling him squelch inside his belly, squelching walls working over you as you fill that tight stomach of his, all that bile and slime coating over you, prepping the gryphon for a hard time inside that acid filled gut of his.

20:21 Gyro Feather kicks out with his hind paws, shifting hismlf around in the rippling tube as more of him falls into the much thinner fluids that line his belly. He ends up accidentally taking a gulp of the fluid which burns at his taste buds, tasting of a substance more bitter and sharp than grapefruit without any sweetness to cut it. His wings thrash against the slippery sides of the gullet with each rolling swallow, with more and more of them plopping out to round out the stomach. Only his brightly feathered tail and hind paws stick forth from the other's maw now as he calls out to let him free.

20:24 Mott pushes your hindpaws into his maw, along with your tail, letting them soak in his maw for a moment before swallowing them done that throat of his. A nice bulge slips down his gullet and into his belly, joining the rest of the gryphon already residing in that hot humid belly. The kobold lets out a belch as his stomach works over you, squeezing and churning all that fluid around you, the pulsing walls rippling over you as the lizards gut starts to break you down inside that hot cramped stomach.

20:28 Gyro Feather sputters out his latest mouthful of stomach juices as the next swallow ins the one that seals him inside, enveloping his body entirely in a forceful pressure that rolls around him. He calls back to Mott, "W-what di dyou do? Spit me up!" A noise that manages to only just barely drown out the thumping of the heart nearby, along with the steady breathing of his predator. The juices stung at his body, especially over his nethers and tail hole, where the exposed flesh is all too soft, drawing out whimpers from the poor bird.

20:31 Mott lets out nasty belches followed by the rolling of his stomach as the bird is sloshed around inside that tight belly of his, the fluids rushing inside his prey as the caustic acids start to eat away at your flesh. Motts belly making a nice soup out of the small gryphon, enjoying his dinner the kobold rubs over his swollen gut, patting over it, feeling your form squish and settle inside his belly, making nasty squelches and gllrks as his meal digests inside that poweful gut of his.

20:32 < Gyro Feather> (How do you like your digestion? Implied or do you prefer hard?

20:35 < Gyro Feather> (I gravitate to the latter, but I'll do the former if thats' your prefered)

20:36 < Mott> (However you wanna go about it, it's fine with me I'm not squeamish)

20:41 Gyro Feather feels the stomach compress around him, practically forcing his beak up against his crotch as air leaves the sack, in a loud, ear splitting belch. THe level of acids rises all around him at that, working the paifully active liquid into his flesh, where it starts to itch at first, but as time goes on, feathers start to fll out as angry red flesh is revealed beneath, leaving him crying out in pain. He squirms beneaht the pressing massages of the kobold, making little shifting lumps here paw or claw force their way against the taut muscles.

20:45 Mott moans out, kneading the flesh as he belches more and more frequently, the air drawing from his belly as his meal loses more air inside that tight squeezing gut of his. The small kobold keeping quiet and listens to the lovely sounds of digestion as his meal breaks down inside the stomach of the small lizard, the kobolds stomach ripping the bird apart inside that gurgling belly.

20:49 Gyro Feather finds himself starting to get lightheaded the more air excapes from that gut, while the juices burn at his form, singing skin off and leaving angry welts. Over time he starts to lose the ability to swish his tail as muscles and ligiments give way. The bird is in a world of pain from his bare muscles as they slowly waste away, while the soup he's in grows ever thicker. Finally, after a long while the bird finally passes out with a wimper and goes still, nothing left but food.

20:50 < Gyro Feather> (And with that, I guess the final post is yours~ Hope he feels nice coming out

20:51 < Mott> (I hope you had a great time with me, and hope I was a decent pred for a little guy heh)

20:57 Mott rubs over his belly and smirks, the kobold passing out from his feast for a short while, the lizard awakened by his belly gurgling a bit. The kobold chuckles and walks to the birbs bathroom and sits on the toilet, the males ass spreading open a bit as a large fart expells from his ass. Followed by thick logs of shit that snake out of the kobolds butt, the male grinning as the logs plop into the toilet one by one, some thicker than others but all smell the same. That mean bird now floating in the toilet as lizard shit, thick nasty logs of waste filling that bowl as finally the lizard pushes out your skull, letting it land on the shit for a moment before he finishes up. He takes it and places it on the sink, flushing the toilet he watches the gryphon swirl around that bowl, on his way to the sewer, the lizard never seeing him again. That skull though, he keeps that as a trophy and adds it to his backpack he brought along.

20:58 < Mott> (Thanks for the fun bud, should play again sometime, I'll be back in a little bit, hope you enjoy the post)

21:03 < Gyro Feather> (Fun fun~