Pranking the Wrong Creature

12 November 2018

19:46 Queen Ara stretches out.

19:48 Gyro Feather glances over at the large zorgia from his spot at the bar.

19:56 Queen Ara encourages touching of the Queen.... Please... Come closer and reach your paw out to me. I don't bite... Promise!

19:59 Gyro Feather fixes a highball of lemondrop and trots over to the queen, precariously walking upon on his hinds and using his wings to steady himself. He takes a seat at the table across from her couch and offers her the fresh sour concoction. "You looked like you might be needing something to drink, and perhaps some company, so alone over here."

20:06 Queen Ara smiled warmly at the smaller griffon. "So very considerate of you...." She purrs, accepting the offered drink and sniffing it curiously. She'd never had a Lemondrop before, and thus cocked her head when the sour aroma hit her nostrils. She then eyed him curiously before taking a sip of it....

And instantly puckering up, cringing deeply from it's sour taste.

20:12 Gyro Feather finds himself bursting out into luaghter when she reacts to the rather sour taste, though the sweetness settles in soon after. He raises his own glass and takes a swig, a glass that's the same yellow as the liquid in hers. "I take it that's not quite your thing is it? Its my own twist on the drink too, using lemoncello instead of vodka for that extra citrusy flavor. I can get you something a little more to your liking if you prefer," he offers. In the mean time, he gets a little more comfortable, stepping up onto the low table, and laying upon it much like a cat would.

20:19 Queen Ara shuddered after swallowing, and then set the drink down, someone else to could have that.... whatever it was super-sour-whatchumacallit. She most certainly wasn't going to drink it again!

Turning to Gyro she then shook her head, "Ummm... No... You're not getting any more of my drinks. "I'll just help myself..." The predator then got up and stretched a little, as if actually going to grab a drink. She didn't grab a drink though. Instead her paw closed tightly on the scruff of Gyro's neck, gripping it tightly, and lifting him off the table, dangling him in front of her. "...To a delicious little griffon instead."

20:26 Gyro Feather shrugs his shoulders and slides back, clutching his drink in his claws to make room for the rather large Zorgioa. "Well if you insist, though I'd have made something you'd have liked..." He then squawks suddenly as the claw jerks him upwards, causing what remains of his own sour drink to splash across his front feathers, leaving them stained slightly yellow and wet with the sour liquid. "A-a gryphon? Well...I promise I'm not a delicious one...though some of them sometimes top in. You should wait for that," he protests, starting to flap his wings to beat himself back from her grasp. Carried with the wind kicked up from his wings, the smell of his fruity preening oil wafts towards the mighty creature.

20:33 Queen Ara , suddenly struggling with her prey, growls in annoyance, gripping his tuft of feathers, skin and fur painfully, but still feeling his body slip from her grasp. Not wanting to lose her meal, she reacts quickly and lashes out with her other paw, seizing one of his wings, and wrestling with it to arrest it's movement and flight. Using her weight, she drives her other paw to the ground, making the gryphon collide with the table top whilst the paw holding his scruff turned into an incredibly heavy weight.

"Now now.... Can't have you tiring yourself out just yet can we?"

20:41 Gyro Feather could feel himself staring to get loose, and lets out a triumphant cry, despite the pain that he felt from his downy feathers being tugged free. THen, just as it seems he's home free, he's forced against the table with a crack, knicking the wind out of his chest and leaving him gasping for air. THat tookt he fight out of him real fast, though he still tries to somehow get himself back up to his feet, scrabbling claws over the hard wood.

20:53 Queen Ara smiled, the little gryphon was strong, but her weight made it impossible to really free himself, all he did was mark up the table with deep scratches thanks to his sharp talons. "Watch the table!" She hissed, motioning to Jesse. "I don't think she likes polishes scratches out of her table!"

Pulling him off the table, she instead seized him int her coils, releasing his wing only after she was sure his paws and wings were trapped and he could use them to claw at her or escape.

20:58 Gyro Feather was sure to leave quite a few talon and claw marks in the wood, thoroughly messing up the finish to the point where the table could easily be sold for a fortune as 'distressed.' THe gryphon groans, finally starting to catch the air back into his lungs, though by the time he does, he's wrapped entirely in that softly fluffy coil of hers, backed by powerful muscles. "Ughh....well she wouldnt have an issue if you hadnt jumped me. Now...just let me go and I'll buy off your tab for the evening...please..." the gryphon begs, quivering heavily within her grasp.

21:51 Queen Ara thought about it for a moment, her coils steadily tightening until his wheezing, pained breaths drew her attention back to him. "I'd much rather have a meal than a little bar tab paid off.... Griffon is quite exotic afterall, and it'd be a waste to just.... let you go." She grinned and leaned down, smiling almost evilly.

With that she leaned down and ran a paw over his head teasingly, petting him. It was surprising gentle, caring even. Atleast, it was right up until her paw clased on the four little protrusions near the back of his head, plucking them like they were feathers. Bringing them up to her level, she eyed them curiously, wondering what they were.

21:56 Gyro Feather , quivering in her grasp, struggles to take anything more than a shallow breath, making it a fair bit more difficult for the gryphon to respond to her remarks with anything more than a grunt, though there was a heavy amount of fear in his eyes. Each weezing breath comes out a s a slight squeak, and with each indraw he can smell the heavy smelly breath of the zorgoia blasting its humid air across his vace and ruffling his feahters. He flinches at the touches, gente as they are, before his four back crest feathers are plucked. THis time he does manage a fairly large squawk. The strange crest feathers are only a traditional feather at the tip, with a ong quill leading up to them.

22:06 Queen Ara admired their appearance, looking them over in her paw, rotating them this way and that and smiling with mild amusement as they glinted like only feathers do in the dim lighting. Then she opened her maw, and tossed them onto her tongue, swishing them around with the powerful muscle. By the time she opened her maw to tease him with the sight of them sticking to her tongue, they were mangled, bent, broken.... Completely ruined. Then with a roll of her tongue, they're are caught up in thick saliva, flowing across her tongue toward her throat, where they disappear from sight completely.

"One more thing though...." She said, reaching down to him again, her paw closing delicately on the longest of the feathers that made up his forward crest feathers. "I want a garnish for later..." She said, ripping it out by the root.

22:13 Gyro Feather looks on with aboslute horror as the small feathers are tossed into the Queen's mouth, while the back of his head bleeds ever so slowly from the roots wehre those crest feathers had been. He watches deep inside her mouth as the glowing insides illuminate the drool strings that link the top to her tongue, and where the fliesh moved with with each intake of air and roll of her tongue, sending shivers of terror down his spine. The feathers carry the same flavor as the fruity scent of th ebird, though far less prominent and no sweetness, like those flavored waters. He shudders when that loud swallow hides them from sight, and then tries to pull back as those paws tear out his other feather, drawing a loud squawk once again from his beak as his body is tarnished.

22:23 Queen Ara smiled and admired it like the other ones, twirling it by the quill. Satisfied that it was good enough to decorate her drink later, she placed it aside and then turned her attention back to the fearful bird lodged in her coils. "Now then.... You're turn my little birdy morsel...." As she leaned in close, her paw suddenly seized his beak, gripping it tightly and forcing him to twist his head to the side, exposing his neck to her.

Unable to really look at her anymore, all he could do was cringe in fear as her warm, humid breath poured over his feathers, teasing him with it. The scent of chill-inducing scent of death, combined with the faintest hints of foul, acrid digestion stung his nostrils. Then came the tongue. The slimy muscles pressed against his head, pushing his head against the highest coil on his body, drenching him in saliva as it slowly traveled north from his neck to where his crest feathers had once been. The harsh, rough texture pulled as his feathers, bending them and casing them to flatten under it's slimy assault. Thick globs of drrol dripped from her maw onto his head, further drenching him in lubricating saliva that the tongue quickly smeared deep into his feathers.

22:32 Gyro Feather could feel the faint trickle of blood from the wound at the top of his head, adding a slowly expanding red dot to his otherwise pretty pinkish purple feathers. He can really feel his heart thumping in his chest right up against her coling tail as her eyes turn back to focus upon him. His own eyes dilate with a spark of adreniline, but there's nothing he can accomplish really. He's stuck there in her gripas that head apporechs. Then, once his head is wrenched to the side, he cant even make coherent noises, and while he can se her body, he cant really get a good view of her.

The heat of her breath grows ever closer against his feathers, causing them to shuffle as she exhales, and causing a shudder to rush over his figure. That scent leaves him gagging as his stomach starts to heave, not that there's anything for him to bring up in there. Then the tongue hits him. He feels only the pressure at first, but then the heat and stringy drool makes its way through his layer of feathers to the skin beneath, darkening them with wetness and drawing out that same fruity flavor, much more present with so many feathers. He could swear the tip never leaves his neck as more of it tastes agasint his body, leaving a stringy mess thta clings to her and him for a moment before breaking when she pulls away.. "Mmmmmmph!"

22:41 Queen Ara paused, cocking her head at the muffled noise, with an annoyed sigh, she let his beak go and then looked at him with an equally annoyed look. "What? You're interrupting dinner!" She growled, eyeing him angrily now. "Well go on! Spit it out! What do you want? Want me to start at your head or your tail??" She didn't even give him a chance to answer. She squeezed him suddenly very tightly in her coils, threatening to crack his ribcage like an egg. "That's it, huh? You want to go down tail first?" She still didn't allow him to answer, his lungs completely devoid of air in her crushing coils, yet still she starewd at him as it she expected an answer from him.

22:45 Gyro Feather twists his head back to look at her with some gleam of hope in his eyes when that paw releases on his beak, but just as he starst to speak, she interupts him. Then...as those coils press down harder on his figure, his air escapes. He opens his beak to speak but he cant get air to flow iether way, while his ribs creek beneath the tight coil. He shakes his head quickly, no he didnt want any of that, though even as he worked his beak and tongue no sound came out. WIth that she could feel the gryphon start to slacken as the lack of oxygen affected his brain, leaving him growing increasingly lightheaded.

23:01 Queen Ara , waiting for an answer still, continues to hold him, as if expecting him to speak despite the fact that her body was one flex of a coil from completely pulverizing his fragile body. When no answer came, she finally spoke for him. "Head first it is then..."

Coils shifted and his body was once again allowed to breathe, though fresh air was luxury he was not afforded. All that was available to him was her own tainted breath as looming jaws slid over his head, engulfing it completely between her humid, jaws. Sharp teeth dug deeply into soft flesh as she bit down, gripping his shoulders in her jaws, using their grip to pull him out of her coils and allow her jaws to descend further until his beak pressed against her throat. Time seemed to freeze for just a moment as he was allowed a long gaze at the fleshy throat. It's slimy texture pressing against him whilst the back of the tongue lifted, squeezing him with impressive strength. The fleshy gullet soon opened and a blast of hot, foul air poured over him as she breathed deeply.... And then swallowed.

Gentle pressing muscles turned violent as his head was compressed in them and them pulled on, all but yanking his smaller body across her sharp teeth and fleshy, exploring tongue.

23:08 Gyro Feather 's vision starts to fade as he feels the lack of air gettign to him, and he even starts to slum forward in hercoils as his body is moved towards her jaws, before, suddenly, he can suck in some air. What he gets instantly makes him cough, and the fact that some of her breath was flaked with drool even left him choking on what he'd just taken in, but at least it was life, for the moment anywyas. His vision is framed by her sharp teeth as the maw opens ever wider around his head, while blackish blue flesh moves down beneath him. His beak presses into her soft but musular tongue, and he reacts by snatchign onto it with his beak, hisl only act of resistance he could manage. And, while he manages a painful grip, that's wrenched free as she forces him deeper against the muscles at the back. DOwn down, he could see the rippling muscles of her gullet stretching onwards in a tunnel of glowing blue black. His torso wiggles in that grip, struggling to pull his claws free so that he migth push himself out. Instead however, the tongue keep shim held long enough that he's easily pressed down into that tube. It wrenches upon his neck as if trying to tug it off, and yet it stays fast, dragging him down painfly towards her growling stomach beyond.

23:27 Queen Ara , Unseen to him inside her gullet, winced when his sharp beak clamped tightly onto her tongue, before getting wrenched free with a swallow. It was a mistake... One she would ensure he regretted. Wrapping her paw around a huge handful of feathers, She suddenly yanked them free, tearing a huge swath of them free and letting them flutter weightlessly to the ground around her coils. Even as the blood from her tongue smeared over his pelt, she still was not deterred and thus swallowed even harder. A crushing wave of muscle squeezing him painfully, forcing him into more streamline shape when his shoulders were pulled into her gullet.

Grolwing around him she them bit down again, this time sharp teeth did draw blood, and began to dig deeper as she lifted him out of her coils completely. For a moment, nothing seemed to happen, no paws seemed to grab him, to still his wings or his flailing legs. There was just cold empty air, embracing his body now that the warm coils had let him. He could however feel her body stirring, feel the massive beast that had claimed him as her prey moving and getting up.

And then there was pain... horrendous excruciating pain as seven inches of long thin peircing needle drove into his body, flooding his bloodstream with a complex array of paralyzing toxins. Outside of her throat, her tail had coiled around, it;s hard tip parted like a flower which exposed her paralyzing needle which was now buried deeply into Gyro's side.

As she flooded his body with venom, the sight he was stung at grew numb and mere moments, leaving him helpless to the spreading venom that wracked his body with pain... and then... nothing.... just.... numbness.

23:39 Gyro Feather finds himself in what seems to be an endless living hell as he's pressed deperin into that gullet, followed by a sudden agonizing tug as a fistful of his downy feathers right at his transiton to fur are torn assunder, leaving his irony blood to flavor his form from where they were tonr off. He gives a loud cry of pain, though that's drowned out by her thumping heart and heavy breaths around him which he could hear through the tight muscles. That next swallow leaves only his hips and his flicking tail outside her jaws.
Suddenly he feels a sharp lancing pain, causing him to wail out inside of her, like he's on fire. That fire spreads slowly, moving along his veins and up his body. THen...somehing's wrong...the pain's gone and thats a relief, but now he cant move his leg...wait he cant even feel his leg. That spreas through the rest of his body too, ever so slightly, until he's forced to slump down inside her throat, unable to even struggle. Even his brightly feathered tail hangs limply outside of her maw. In some ways, its a relief not to feel every slippery oily movement of her body across his figure, but now, without that, his brain focusses on those awful intensifying smells. Quite a bit of food had gone down that gullet from what he could tell, all to meat a very unfortunate end. His stomach muscles quiver from teh nausious inducing odor, but there he remains, helpless.

23:54 Queen Ara , With her prey paralyzed and helpless, bites down even harder, driving her teeth deep into his body to draw out more of his blood. Stupid bird bit her so she was going to bite back! It would take aleast a week to heal that gash in her throat. Even now his fruity taste was tainted by her own blood oozing from her tongue. It both irritated her and pissed her off. Birds were always so difficult to eat, especially predatory ones with razor sharp hooks on their beaks. It was exactly the reason she was so pissed off at herself for not grabbing his little beak and snapping that little hook right off.

'Whatever....' She thought, what was done was done. She still had her meal, and despite the wound, he still hadn't gotten away from her. Swallowing again, she lifted her maw up, not even bothering to fold his wings up, Instead with a second, more powerful swallow, they bent inwards around his limp legs and tail, folding around his body until with yet another swallow, a sickening crack was heard. Hollow bone shattering under the pressure her gullet exerted on his extended paralyzed wings. there was no squirm though, no agonzing squawk of pure agony.... Just more dull crackles and pops of joints in both his wings and her jaws as she swallowed his barrel down, working him ravenously into her jaws. With her tongue injured, every lick across his feathers stung like a hundred little bees, so instead she chose to just work him down as fast as possible... then nurse her injury whilst he was stewing in the liquified remains of a little sergal that decided to poke her with a stick. Seriously?! Who does that?!

00:01 < Queen Ara> (I'm not a nice predator... :P)

00:02 Gyro Feather only feels a dull sensation as his bones snap within his wings like little toothpicks, something which should leave him in absolute agony, and yet the most minor of pleasantries is the fact that the poison has removed almost all of the sensation in body. He only feels the faintest bit of pressure, and then nothing. Still he tries to scream out in what should be agony, but no sound escapes him. THe most he can do is exhale his breath, though his tongue an dvoice box refuse to cooperate with him. His shoulders strain and crack underneath the pressure of her gullet too, once again something he more hears than sees with the dull cracks. Blood wells up from his hindwuarters as the teeth dig deep into him, exposing more surfaces for the acids to sting upon, if he even woudl have been able to feel it at this point. The hot irony fluid mixes with her drool, staining every inch of her mouth a deep crimson. That next swallow and only his pretty feathered tail and hind paws remain outside her lips.

00:03 < Queen Ara> [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ea7XIUuj7ag](Especially when you bite back. No, as prey you have one job....)[/url]

00:04 < Gyro Feather> [sub]the snack that bites you back, gryphon[/sub]

00:04 < Vox the Sergal> Y-ya well

00:21 Queen Ara , pausing, looks at the tail between her jaws. Then looks over at the rather plain looking feather she'd chosen to adorn her drink later. The ones on his tail were far prettier, their plush looking barbs stretched much further, and were even adorned with could only be described as a peacock design. It would look much better in her drink, she knew it. Seizing his tail, she grabbed all three of the feathers by the root and then ripping them out, leaving their roots to bleed out whilst she casually placed them off to the side and then swept the other one she'd chosen before off the table like it were little more than trash. Then she lifted her head and swallowed. Ravenous muscles went back to work and pulled on his body, wrapping his hips in crushing muscles whilst his hind paws finally slipped into her jaws, allowing her to close them around her meal. With only his tail left dangling limply from her maw, she swallowed again, beginning to slurp it up without a care in the world.

Inside her gullet, his head finally slipped into her stomach where it was met with a horrifying sight. Lying in a thick pool of dark red chyme was the patially liquifed remains of the sergal she'd eaten before. His once toned body stripped of meat save for a few spots of clinging sinew and muscles, desperatly trying to avoid the steaming acids the rest of his body was soaking in. With each swallow, the gryphons head grew closer and closer to the acrid pool, threatning to drown him in it. As his tail was slurped up, the slow, steady movements became rapid. Powerful muscles wrapped tightly around his paws and tail, dragging them down with the rest his body whic was soon crammed against her other meal, forced to squeeze into the same heated chamber.

00:35 Gyro Feather 's form travesl the relatively short distance down her throat towards teh stomach now as she finalizes her swallowing. The sphincter opens up, and the smell of meaty vomit permeates the air, instantly burning at his nasal passages and lungs as he's forced to look out across the sloppy corpse of what had once been a sergal. The body tiself had been broken up int several differetn sections as the squeezing of the gut had forced it apart, seperating out torso and legs and head. He presses in a littel deeper still, and now he's unable to even see the sergal realy as his face slides up between the rib cage, growing far to close to focus on anything. To make things worse, His beak dips below the surface of the liquid, which rushes up to fill his beak, adding the disgustingly bitter taste across his tongue, and with the paralytic, he's ubale to pull his beak out of it. Everythign goes red as his head dips below the liquid too, leaving jsut a faint amount of light in the otherwise murky liquid. The liquid sloshed all around him, growing all the more turbulent as he falls into it entirely, but nothig seems to bring his beak above the surface of the liquid. He's left there, with rising panic in him as he feels the need for air rising up in him. Finally, the paralyzed gryphon is force dto take a breath, and when he does so the liquid rushes up into his lungs, burning him on the inside. Very shortly, he passes out among the sergal.

00:53 Queen Ara , Feeling, her prey drop into her stomach, it bulges visibly with the adition of a second meal to them simmering pool of acids. Acids that waste no time in burrowing deep into his skin. Despite the fact that they watered down with the liquefied remain of the sergal, they were still plenty powerful. Especially as the stomach began to churn it's new arrival. Strong walls squeezed and press around, sloshing the thick blood-red acids over his body and with them, pulling away his feathers that slowly float to the surface, decorating the brightly lit surface with plumage stained red with blood. A powerful rumble soon ripples the boiling surface, and a rush of air escapes the zorgoia's throat in a lewd, rancid belch that echoes through the bar.

With her prey finally in her stomach, she turns her attention to the bar and picks a hard liqueur, but one with a fruity taste that would compliment the lingering taste on her tongue, that was nearly drwaned out by the irony taste of her blood, still leaking from the bite wound on her tongue. She was still annoyed with his little stunt, and thus settled into her coils, again. Powerfuly muscles worked her prey, forcing his body to bend..... bend... [i]SNAP.[/i]

A dull crack, nearly muffled entirely by her thick, heavily muscled body, marks her prey's spine yeilding to her more powerful body, snapping it like a twig and making her grin sadistically in the process. "Too bad you can't feel that..." She hissed as she poured the drink, dropping his feather into it and letting them rest on the side of the glass. "Next time, I'll just pluck you completely...." She warned, as if his lifeless, digesting corpse, lodged in her tight stomach could still her her angry, empty threats. Deep down though she knew he couldn't. He was meat, food, nutrients and little more than that now. So with one last, annoyed huff, she brought the glass, docarted with his feather up to her maw, where she quickly washed it down, sending the last of his plumage down to greet the rest of his mangled body in her stomach.