Better Without Feathers

23 January 2019

20:20 Gyro Feather struys on into the club, cooing softly

20:22 Hemorian Mirager looks about with hunger in her eyes.

20:25 Gyro Feather strolls by the lizard on his way to the bar, and then orders hismelf a pomegranate martini. His fruity preening oils fill the air as he wanders by.

20:27 Hemorian Mirager takes asniff of the air and begins to stalk Gyro, tail flicking around behind her

20:31 Gyro Feather hasnt taken much notice of her as he gets his drink delivered, and then takes a swig. Its not unti lshe's right behind him that he notices the glance of the bartender before him, and follows it backwards to see Hemorian standing over him.

20:33 Hemorian Mirager is standing only inches from Gyro, looking over him hungrily, as he tail swishes behind her slowly as she holds her claws out, parting her jaws to growl lowly at him, her stomach grumbling audibly.

20:43 Gyro Feather lets out a little squawk as he looks up at the lizard and turns to face her. He leans away, though his back is pressed against the lip of ht ebar now. "Uhh....what is it you want? Did I get something in my feathers or..." THe bird asks, shifting uncomfortably beneath her gaze.

20:43 < Gyro Feather> (Sorry ahd to afk for a moment

20:45 Hemorian Mirager would reach out slowly to grab at him before planting a lick across his stomach and all the way up his neck as she gave him a hungry glare. “I’m going to eat you” she said bluntly as she gazed over Gyro’s form.

20:48 Gyro Feather winces as those claws grasp upon his arms and hold him splayed out, for that tongue to roll up across his belly, pulling off his fruity flavor from his coat. He frowns, folding his feathers back at that threat and fights against her grip. "N-no, theres plenty of better prey in here, really!"

20:52 Hemorian Mirager growled lowly at him as her tail flicked about, though she did look around a bit before returning her gaze to Gyro giving his neck another lick. “Hmmm, are you sure about that?you taste quite nice”

20:54 Gyro Feather can smell her hot breath blasting across his face as she speaks, leaving him shuddering, but unable to get away. "Y-yes I'm pretty sure....feathers will give you quite the belly ache, and you wouldnt want that." He protests, before that tongue leaves a new patch of damp feathers on his neck, where the same fruity flavor dots her tongue once more.

20:58 Hemorian Mirager “with how you taste, I might say that it’d be worth it” she growled at him before taking another lick of him, her long tongue trailing up starting from his inner thigh this time.

21:01 Gyro Feather kicks his hind leg out at Mirager, landing it against her side, but its only a glancing blwo anyways as her tongue quests across his body towards his musky nethers. "N0, really, I assure you its not!"

21:03 Hemorian Mirager tilts her head as she looked into his eyes. “should I pluck each of these off first than?” She asked. Reaching over to him to pluck a feather out. “That would solve that problem now wouldn’t it?”

21:06 Gyro Feather winces as she grabs ahold of one of his head feathers and gives a tug, though he dare not pull back from it. "N-no! Let those go!" He calls out. Then, with a jerk that feather comes free, leaving a bloody patch in its wake. "Thats not a good solution either!"

21:09 Hemorian Mirager begins to tug at another feather “for you maybe” she said before giving the feather a tug to pluck it before giving the plucked feather a lick. “But for me, this could be a fun souvenir”

21:13 Gyro Feather winces as another one of his five crest feathers comes free in her talons, and twitsts his head to the side. His feathers have the same fruityness that the rest of him does, though if she should taste the spots she'd plucked, she'd find little except for the heat matlic of iron.

21:15 Hemorian Mirager “hmm so your taste seems to come from these feathers” she said, licking the spots she plucked to confirm before frowning at him “hmmm, maybe I should cook you...” she said.

21:18 Gyro Feather frowns as yet more drool is left streaming down his face and running up over his beak. "Ughh...its just...you're tasting my preening oils...and yes...thats probably for the best, "he agrees, knowing that he's not going to get free pressed right here...but maybe if she goes to move him. He tenses up, ready to make his escape.

21:20 Hemorian Mirager tilts her head as she looks at him taking a gaze around before looking back to Gyro hungrily before plucking out another feather. “Will need to get these feathers out first” she said.

21:23 Gyro Feather squeals noisily as he feels the rest of his crest feathers pulled free in a small handful, leaving a minor bare patch at the top of his head. "H-hey! No! No no need for that!I'm not due for a molting for another month at best!" He calls out, whimpering and attempting to slide further bckwards, with no where to go.

21:26 Hemorian Mirager continues to pluck feathers out of his body as she pushes him agaisnt the bar to hold him still. “No need... but it amuses me so I will”

21:35 Gyro Feather squeals and shouts for a good half hour as it takes that long for her to render him mostly devoide of his pretty blue and pink feathers, though a couple stragglers still cling to his body. Little pinpricks of blood and scabs cover his form now...and the bird is looking quite exhausted from all his fighting.

21:39 Hemorian Mirager smirks at him as she gazed over him hungrily also clearly amused by his current condition as she grabbed a hold of him to drag him to the nearest table in order to properly season him with salt, pepper, a variety of other spices as well as he give him a decent bit of sauce before she licked his body over to get a good taste of Gyro.

21:44 Gyro Feather is in quite a bit of pain from where his feathers once had been, but now certainly weren't there anymore. His fleshy colored skin is far less colorful to gaze upon, and certainly tastes less delightful. He's stunned once slammed down on the table, staring up at her, with his body rendered totally unfluffy. The bird is relatively passive, only putting up a weak struggle as the salt and pepper on the table is sprinkled liberally over his form. THere's a chill of something liquid acros shis body, which he cant identify, but the smell is rather powerful, and all of the spices make up for a otherwise bland flesh.

21:53 Hemorian Mirager takes a lick across Gyro’s prepared body as she grins widely, decided to start with the head, her jaws practically unhinging as she pulled Gyro’s head into her jaws, licking all over his face as she wrapped her mouth around his head, savoring the taste of prepared bird as she slowly began to pull him into her mouth, his head beginning to get pushed into her throat as she licked over his neck next.

21:54 < Gyro Feather> ([sub]/dʒaɪɹoʊ/[/sub]

21:55 < Gyro Feather> [sub](^ thats how its pronounced[/sub]

21:58 Gyro Feather 's face squelches deep into that hot gullet as she draws him inside, even while his beak squawks and makes a fuss about the whole ordeal. THe hot drool lubricates teh course salt and pepper against his raw flesh as the slick walls scrape them across his body, and at the same time, they enhance hsi flavor. A loud gulp sounds in his ears now as he fights against her constricting claws. All around him is hot darkness and an uncomfortable pain from the myriad of wounds.

22:06 Gyro Feather struggles against her gullet as he's pulled ever deeper down into her body, and yet, nothing he seems to do manages to manage to let him get free of her greedy jaws. As she reaches the edges of his flesh to get to his furry body beyond, his head presses into her gut, causing the gryphon to cough nearly the instant he files into there. The power of the stench of vomit is enough to overwhelm him, leaving him swimming and coughing, whiel the saustic fumes irritate the lining of his throat. Its only a short drop too, to where he presses down into her belly fluids, which instantly bite at his open wounds.

22:13 Gyro Feather calls out in near agony at the way the acids burn into the mutltude of holes that'd already been opened up into his skin, holes which continue to dot his body as his chest squeezes into the confines of her bellly. HIs hind legs kick out frantically at her tongue, even as he starts to get contained entirely, while hsi three pretty tail feathers remain adorned to teh base of his blue tail, just hanging beyond her jaws. Down inside, the sores are already starting to widen on his body, giving even more opportunity for her gut to turn him into soup.

22:23 Gyro Feather struggles within that belly as skin started go give way to muscle, the longer the lizard took to get him inside. He kicks out wildly, cuasing the belly and throat to jiggle, while peristalsis works him deeper until all of him plops into that belly. The juices all around him are already thickening with his melted residuals as he struggles for his freedom. Fur floats around him in the juices now as even that starts to get stripped off, joining the handful of feathers. His tongue is on fire now as the bitter awful taste fills his beak, burning up at his tongue, while his tailhole also faces a terrible assuault. In short order bones begin to show through in his talons and on his hind paws.

22:26 Hemorian Mirager would increase the pressure on her stomach as he acids worked on breaking him down as she tired forcing his head beneath the surface of the thick juices in her stomach to make him swallow more of it. Her acids would quickly eat through his muscles as well, making hard to struggle, or to even scream, even though the pain would not fade for a good long while.

22:29 Gyro Feather feels the burning solution rushing donw his throat, stinging across his esophagus and crop, giving him a serious case of heart burn. Some of it gets up his nostrils too, and its only some luck that he manages to breakch the surface for another breath. Still, as he lurks in there and his body gives way to the juices, showing through bones on the open layers, finally his gut bursts, letting lose his entrails. THe gryphon doesnt last long at this point...finally succumbing to her greedy awful belly in the worst possible way, leaving behind bones, fur and a couple feathers, as well as a nutritious hunk of meat.

22:33 Hemorian Mirager gave low moans as she sat down, resting her body to allow it to work on the hunk of meat that was left of Gyro, melting it down into a nutrious soup to be absorbed into her body, her stomach shrinking back to its normal size as it processed what was left of her meal, the white lizard lady cooing softly as she sat with her eyes closed.

22:47 Hemorian Mirager would enter into the area, rubbing her now mostly normal sized stomach as she sighed, the bones and other indigestibles of her previous prey still laying in her stomach. As her body had no use for these things it was time to be rid of them. The white lizard lady would give a small cough as first before she began to hack up some balled up remains of feathers, a bit of what couldn’t be digested keeping her them clumped together. Next she hacked up some bones of her what remained of her prey, with them clattering as they exited from her mouth. The last thing was the skull, as she made some hacking noises that pushed the skull up her throat making a visible bulge and into her mouth, after which she’d cough up the bird skull which would clatter to the floor, the lizard lady giving a satisfied sigh afterwards, walking over to the skull to pick it up, looking it over.