All the better to... erm... something you with... buffet maybe?

Thank you! *grins *

I have a long purple tongue. If YOU have a long purple tongue, YOU'D show it off too!

Sorry no, only to the women they like those kinds of things.

The men like them too!

You little shit! You know I don't swing that way, though I won't deny the truth in your words.

*grins innocently*

Stop trying to be innocent, it doesn't suit you.

Fine! *huffs*

*rawr*

Knowing you, there's probably not much you wouldn't do... *laughs*

You may be surprised :)

Maybe... maybe... if it involves tongues and/or felines you'd probably be up for it!

Depending on what I have to tongue, sure!

You have to tongue a quarter feline! *laughs*

Tongue myself then? That what you mean? It's nothing new. I do it all the time. A clean kitty is a happy kitty ;) And of course, certain spots require higher maintenance

But you're 100% feline! You need to find something that's technically 25% feline and lick that... all over... especially if it's purple...

Purple? That's just one speck of color away from crimson. Wait, are we speaking about dicks here?

We're talking about purple! Just purple. Not crimson, not cerulean, unit some other colour component of purple; just purple.

But yes, we're talking about dicks.

I like purple. Makes me think of grapes and feathers and sunsets, not of dragon dicks. For what purpose did you start this topic? Not deceiving an innocent feline into pleasuring you, I hope. You have all the means to do that, and more.

I told you the truth, that's not a traditional component of deception.

Also, you're far from innocent, you naughty cat...

One man's truth is another's lie.

Why are you saying that? I haven't done any cruel and gruesome things, unlike you. What's your victim count, oh soft and gentle dragon?

Hmmm... well I did rape that cheetah that one time...

Could you do it again? With a different cheetah?

*blinks*

W- what...?

*rubs around your legs* It's just a harmless question. All hypothetical, of course.

I doubt it.

*nuzzles the top of your head*

They'd have to have done something quite terrible to warrant that kind of torture... I was young and impulsive back then...

*Leans back, purring* I can do terrible things too, Yogoloth. Things you wouldn't even think about. *rubs his forehead on your neck*

*rumbles a purr in return*

Oh... the idea excites you then? I'm quite certain that something of my size would ruin something of your size if that happened.

I'm sure you'll be gentle *meows softly*

Hmmm...

What makes you think dragons even know what gentle means?

You * nuzzles your neck affectionately* I love my feathery drake. With his scaleless hide, cat-like purring, and unusually fluffy spine.

*nuzzles back, pushing the back of his neck into you* You mean my mane? It's called a mane... *lets out a gentle purr*

It's too long and thin to be a mane! * hugs your neck with his front paws, burying his nose in all that fluff. Chirps softly, then tries to push himself up on your back.*

*huffs and lowers himself down to let the silly cat climb up* What are you now? A dragon rider?

Dragon rider, neck hugger, horn biter *tests one of your horns between his jaws*, ear catcher * flattens a year with his front paw* and... *looks back towards one of your feathery wings, but decides against relinquishing his elevated position* that would be all. For now.

*stands upright during your monologue* Uh huh... *starts padding along at a moderate pace*

*paws and scratches in his mad scramble for balance as everything moves and shifts under him, but to no avail. The cheetah drops on the side, yelping like a kitten*

Very considerate, Yogoloth. Just when I was about to treat you with a full grooming session, you do this...*licks a paw briefly, then walks to catch up with you*

*turns to face* You fell off? Really? I thought you cats were graceful and had good balance? *settles on his belly* Come on... lets try this again...

Yes, yes, how disappointing... * nuzzles, rubs, and licks your snout twice* It's hard to find balance when there's nothing but air under your paws. You should try that sometime. *rubs against your neck, tail flicking, until he reaches a fluffy wing. Briefly considers against just resting there and scrambles on your back again, a flurry of paws and yips*

*nuzzles back* Yes yes yes, I'm sure you have a multitude of fine excuses for being a flat-footed cheetah... *lifts his wings, forming a pair of feathery walls either side of you before padding off again*

*Paws and pushes his head into the array of feathers, taking in the foreign scents* You're more fickle that a feline, half-dragon. Fine. We'll leave the mounting for later

*Waits until you gain a bit of distance, then leaps on your tail, capturing the fluffy tip between his front paws*

((nah, I meant raising my wing on either side of you while you're on my back so you don't fall off))

((Yowsies! In that case, I'll make the necessary adjustments))

*Chirps apprehensively as the dragon stirs into motion. Each step threatens balance, and the cat can find nothing to hold on to. His front paws clutch the dragon's neck while his hind ones dangle uselessly on each side.*

Is this *chirp!* what flying feels like? *Yelp!*

*bumps into one wing, then another like a spotted burden on the hybrid's back*

No, I'll show you what flying is like.

*picks up speed*

Thankfully you weigh less than the average person, so this shouldn't be too tiring.

N-no. *yelps* D-don't. Too *yip!* Too fast!

*Panicks. A frenzy of chirps and erratic movements ensue as the cheetah desperately tries to hold on anything he can find*

*the bouncing becomes rougher and then suddenly stops. wings straightened out, he glides a couple of metres above the ground*

*Time froze for a moment. No bumps, no rocking, no slipping. And then it came. The ground tilted, and everything slipped from grasp. The panicked cheetah slips down the dragon's back, biting fur and clawing in desperation. Teeth grab onto the mane, while paws dig into feathers, scaleless hide, or anything they find.*

*winces a little at the teeth and claws but keeps his wings out in a glide for a few more seconds before touching back down to the ground with a bump*

*For a few seconds, thrumming heartbeats are the only thing the cheetah feels. Form, feathers, hide, everything vanishes under him in a flurry of brown and green. The sky is all he sees until he crashes into the ground. Pain, crisp and unexpected rushes from the cheetah's spine as he rolls helplessly, a bundle of yelps and limbs before the momentum comes to a stop*

*comes to a stop and looks back to find the cheetah not there*

Oh...

*spots a crumpled heap and pads over with a huge grin on his face*

That was fun! Again?

*Yelping, the cheetah tries to pick himself back up. The dragon's words become hazy as crippling pain makes his vision blurry. The cat collapses and licks the blood away. Tongue passes over several unusual bumps, ending at a bloody tear just below the left flank*

*happy words and expressions become sad then anxious*

Oh... oh!

*he quickly dashes next to you and flops down onto his belly. he looks you over and focuses his magical sense over you*

You- you'll be fine... I'm so sorry!

*he gently licks at one wound while gently passing some pain killing magic into you while assessing the severity of your injuries*

*turns his head towards the approaching dragon, yelping softly. The hybrid's words and wet tongue provided a good measure of reassurance.*

I think...* licks around your muzzle a few times*

I think that you will have to carry me around a lot more.

*Shifts his position, yelping wildly at the erupting pain. Every limb felt awkward...disjointed, and even a twitch caused that horrible pain to resurface. It was gone now. Lack of movement had a way of calming it, despite the shivers running through the cheetah's spotted form*

*instinct telling him to cradle the injured friend in his wings, the wing spreads. but then another instinct telling him his friend was too small and fragile, the wing retracts*

I...

*indecision was not his most favourite emotion so he got angry at himself instead. the sharp feeling cleared his worry and focused his thoughts*

Wasn't me carrying you what got you into this mess in the first place?

*he gently cleans some of your more difficult to reach wounds and does what little he can magically to aid healing and dull the worse of the pain*

I wish I had the strength to heal you... I'm just... not that good.

*shifts uncomfortably in the dragon's embrace, chirping soft yelps of anguish. He wanted those wings around him, shoving those bothersome shivers away with their warm embrace*

It was...but I might have no choice...*licks the side of your muzzle with appreciation as the sinuous, purple tongue we the spotted fur and carried the blood away*

My limbs feel *yelps* unnatural. Broken. And broken hunters have no hope of surviving. *lays his head down, whimpering. Dark thoughts clouded the cheetah's head. What if the dragon left him here. What if he was going to...die?*

*his face hardens and his paws trace delicate lines along one broken leg*

You won't heal right if I don't... set the bones. My magic will make sure they heal good as new. I can easily hunt enough extra for you...

*takes a deep breath*

This is gonna hurt, ready?

I understand * slowly lifts his head from the ground. Thinking about what came next was too frightening. He needed distraction. Needed-*

Do what you must * nuzzles your neck encouragingly*

*spreads his magical senses out and sharpens the details with a little effort. your bones, flesh, tendons, blood vessels, all coming into sharp relief in his mind. he lightly tightens his grip on your upper and lower fore leg*

It's just your front legs... I suppose it's true that cats always land feet first...

OK, on three. One... *crunch - your fore leg is set back into place*

If I would have landed propeeeeyiiiieeelp *yelps a shrilling cry at that terrible, bone-grnding-on-muscle sensation. Paws tremble, and teeth sink through the dragon's soft hide, biting into the shoulder*

*growls loudly and flinches, but otherwise doesn't react to the bite other than moving his fore paws over to your other fore leg*

I- I suppose... I deserve that... *takes a deep breath*

*crunch - other fore leg set*

*the dragon's growl is barely registered among the blinding pain. Every muscle, bone and sinew felt ripped apart as the bones settled into place. Dropping his bloodied muzzle on the ground, the cat trembles and whimpers, breaths frenzied as his racing heart.*

Gra-gratitude *he opens a teary eye to look at the green hide of his benefactor, and at the blood trickling down his leg* I owe you a debt *yelps as he tries to reach your wound*

And maybe more. *blinks* *Cold seeped in, and the dragon's wing looked so inviting. Even so, the cheetah dared not to ask for yet another favor. he remained there, trembling, unmoving, and miserable*

*stretches out his senses into your trembling shape and carefully places a pair of shapes that bind the bones. bones, mostly unliving, were easy to bind, your flesh would take longer to heal. magically exhausted, the dragon takes another deep breath*

My mother would have been able to heal you within minutes. You'll just have to settle for less with me.

*settles carefully down beside you and slowly places a wing tightly over your flank*

*The dragon's magic provides a slight relief to the aching flesh. With everything settled back into place, the cheetah draws in a shaky breath, welcoming the added warmth.*

Less? Without you, I would remain here, slowly wasting away... * tries to reach your neck, but even slight movements disturbed the ravaged muscles. Laying his head back, the feline settles for one of your paws instead, licking it with slow, measured licks*

How could I ever repay you?

*gives out a rumbly growl*

It was my carelessness that caused this to happen in the first place! I was so eager to take you flying that I didn't even consider your safety at all! What kind of friend am I...?

*his ears droop a little and he huffs in frustration and worry*

*The growl makes the cheetah flinch, then whine softly at the thoughtless movement*

A good friend *he chirps without hesitation*

You are here, caring for me when I need you the most. This isn't carelessness. Now lay down and turn thoughts from what you cannot change. *he urges you by nuzzling your chest*

*settles down and nuzzles back in a fairly distracted fashion*

I guess I'm quite well suited to looking after you in a way. I have a nesting bladder which acts as a second stomach without all the acids and digestion. I can hunt something and put your meal in there to bring it back.

*smirks*

It'll be slightly slimier than you're used to, but probably healthier... it's good for dragons anyway!

*The dragon's words amuse the feline. He chirps merrily, pushing his head into your chest*

Why not carry the prey in your talons or...horns?

You try landing in a cave mouth with prey hanging from your claws and then trying to land without it getting all dirty! Besides, dragon can leave behind all the bones and intestines, carry only what's good for the hatchlings and have no worries about other dragons stealing it!

And HORNS? Have you ever carried prey on your head before! The neck pain!

I don't have to worry about landing. I can carry small chunks of meat, or drag the corpse of my prey if needed. It is an exhausting effort, though, so I usually eat what I can before stronger predators ward me off. We are fast, but speed rarely wins you fights. Fortunately, that doesn't happen very often.

Talking about meat stirred my appetite. *licks up your forepaw, tracing down one of your claws*

What do you say about putting these to good use?

Awh, stop complaining, you big furred lizard. You're almost thrice my size and uncountably stronger.

Thrice? Are some kind of giant cheetah now? You weigh less than an adult human and I weigh about twenty times that. I'm less dense too, hollow bones. I think larger than three times.

Well we'd have to carry our prey through the air! When your legs are better, try carrying a gazelle up into a tree... with your fore paws instead of your mouth... then tell me carrying is better.

*nuzzles you as you "subtly hint" for him to go hunting*

Well, I can fill my belly, fill my nesting bladder and things will work out fine. You'll heal quicker and more completely than otherwise... I'll make sure of it.

I was talking about height! Besides, size doesn't matter...that much.*slides a hind paw between your hind legs, chirping mischievously*

I can never manage that without all my paws...but you could. Landing can be done on your hind legs entirely. Or you can drop the carcass right before you land. Makes for a mushier meal, but meat is meat.

*The care you express through both touch and words touch the cheetah deeply. He tries to reciprocate it, only to yelp in protest at the movement*

Thank you again for your kindness and care. If I would've stumbled upon another dragon...maybe i would have been the one filling bellies.

*eyes widen* I've just broken both your front legs with my carelessness, and now your feeling all horny... *laughs*

*huffs*

Regardless, what's the point when I can carry the tastiest morsels in my nesting bladder and land on all four legs. You wait right here!

*stands, backs away from you and spreads his wings*

*nuzzles the surprised dragon* I can't even do as much as a twitch without my limbs hurting, and I have been through a fair share of pain. Lets just say I wouldn't mind a bit of its opposite.

None. I just offered...options.

*a pang of loneliness and regret wash over the cheetah as he watches his dearest companion depart*

Don't play with your pray. I want you back quickly.

After food... *takes to the air*

*Nods and lays his head on the ground, watching your ever dimming form*

*A distant mote in the sky resolved itself into a large winged shape. Yogoloth landed with a little less grace than he'd have liked, but he was quite a bit heavier than normal. He padded over to the prone cheetah and nuzzled his neck.*

Wake up sleepy head.

( A reply! So exciting. I consider this our main RP since it has a stronger base than the other random encounters. I also hoped to have the sexy bits happening in this one, but...things just happened! )

*He rested in the grass, oblivious to anything but the buzzing of insects. Wing beats became more noticeable, culminating with soft thumps. The cheetah blinks, but it isn't sight that first tells him of the hybrid's presence. Scenting the air, he chirps joyfully as he collects his paws- *

YELP!

*The cat collapses, licking alongside a throbbing front paw*

I almost forgot about... *nuzzles you back, purring happily instead of dwelling on his present condition*

Doesn't matter. Your presence makes everything better. How did the hunt go?

( Yes! A reply! I've been hunting and I certainly think a little but of fun might be worth while to take your mind off your injuries )

Don't you mess your legs up again! You shouldn't be able to re-break the bones too easily, but they're still fragile! *Yogoloth scolded the feline.*

*For a moment, the big dragon was happy to nuzzle and lick at his friend's face. He'd been worried about leaving him for so long, but seeing that he was OK and knowing that he now wouldn't starve, made everything better.*

The hunt went well, I decided on something big.

*He reeks of wildebeest blood.*

( Puts on his nazi insignia. Ser! I can count at least two grammar mistakes in your post. "a little BIT of fun" and a "." at zhe end of yer sentence. Are you a british man or a british nut? )

*The scent of blood made the feline licking his muzzle with desire. He leaned and pressed his head against the dragon's attentive snout, allowing his own tongue to brush against hide, scales, and even the dragon's own tongue!*

I won't have to move too much...now that I have a dragon to do my bidding. *yips and licks you playfully. He mostly aims at your snout, licking several times before tilting his head to the side *

Now, regarding that meat...will I have to lick the roof of your mouth, like younglings do to stimulate regurgitation?

*His tail twitches with excitement at the odd, yet thrilling thought*

( ill typ how eva i wan ya filfy cat!!!!1!11 )

*curves his neck back into an S shape, his head rising above you.*

Of course not! I'm not some sort of vast bird! *rumble* It's not regurgitating either, I have a special organ just for carrying meat for young. My stomach is separate.

*Yogoloth turns a little to the side, out of range of the cheetah's friendly tongue. He places his snout almost to the ground and his body seems to tense. It does not take long for the meat, organs and fragments of bone to form a small pile on the ground. He shakes his head and licks his snout.*

They'll be a little... ah... slimier than you're used to, that's just the lining of my nesting bladder.

*He begins to pick through the meat with a fore paw.*

I saved you a kidney in here somewhere... wasn't sure what you liked.

*He retreats his slightly dry tongue inside his muzzle, chirping his disappointment at the departing horned head*

Of course not. You are a glorious, feathered half bird. *Jumps and tries to lick your snout, but to no avail. It was too high up. Opportunity seems to reveal itself when the dragon lowers his serpentine neck.*

*The feline approaches, only to stop and yelp his surprise and slight disgust at the falling pieces of meat and bone.*

Only a little? It's dripping! * sniffs and touches a hulk of meat tentatively. Warm slime coated his paw pads. The cat shakes it, thin lines forming before they finally snap. Looking towards the dragon, the feline makes a wry face.*

I am grateful for the meal you brought me. And for saving a few nutritious organs. *approaches and licks your snout* After all, I've never had the pleasure to eat dragon puke before.

It's not puke! *quiet growl* Vomit comes from the stomach, I keep telling you, I keep it in my-

*Yogoloth stops and blinks before smiling.*

Stop teasing me or I'll eat all the meat myself and leave you to lick the marrow from the bones!

*Chirps with amusement as realization dawns upon the feathery dragon*

Alright. I suppose that wouldn't be fair since you did all the hard work of hunting, flying and...depositing the meat right in front of me, as if I'm-

*The cheetah stopped. The thought of being taken care of warmed him as much as the dragon's feathery wings, and he didn't want to spite him further with simple japes. Sniffing for the precious organs, the cheetah started gulping the grimly cut pieces one by one. He barely had to even chew. Licking his muzzle, the feline feasted, gulping down the smaller pieces as they were. Whole.*

*Yogoloth settled down on his belly and slowly let his own meal digest. He wings pulled tightly against his flanks, his tail wrapped around his rump and a contented sigh escaped him.*

*The feline was capable of putting away more than the hybrid expected. Thankfully, his nesting bladder still had more left, another meal for the cheetah no doubt. He yawned and sniffed at the cheetah's fore legs.*

It's going to be a while before the flesh and muscle knit together. You won't have any problems with the bones, they're already fused.

*Few things were fulfilling as a full belly. Licking his muzzle with obvious satisfaction, the cheetah slowly drags himself towards the hybrid's wing and chirps with contentment.*

In that case...there's nothing much I can do but sit here and lick myself silly. Or lick you, as long as you don't force me to get on my paws...

*watches the dragon's glistening teeth and curling tongue as he yawns. Shortly after, he does the same*

Great. Now you got me all tired. *drags himself under a feathery wing*

*The half gryphon gently placed his wing over the wounded feline and rested his head on the ground.*

It's all right, we should both get some rest. I'll keep you safe in the night, everyone knows to let sleeping dragon lie.