Feeling feisty, and also with me wanting to get more in to writing, decided to do something quick for  splat's birthday. A blatant tease and also an excuse to post some writing, I welcome critique, though I didn't spend too long on this or really revise it, just let my brain words spill in to keyboard clicks. :V


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"Looks like you're ready." A deep southern voice booms from above, stirring the small teal bird from an uneasy slumber. A brief panic as his body and limbs refused to move is soon replaced by horrid realization as memories return. Not hours ago had the small gryphon been repeatedly dunked up to the neck in a small vat of molten syrup, like hot wax it was harmless for the most part, but hardly pleasant. The end result leaving Splat encased from the neck down in a solid crystalline mass of pink smelling of artificial watermelon and mounted on a long white pole.

Hard as a rock and heavy to boot the massive lollipop refused to let the gryphon move it or himself, save for his head and neck. However both are lifted easily as the owner of that deep voice plucks it up without the slightest effort. "'Bout time you woke up, Thought I mighta drowned yah." The black and green tiger's voice vibrating through the candy being held a little -too- close to his mouth, enough so that each word blew back Splat's hair with its breath. It was obvious that the tiger was doing it all on purpose, teasing his prey, pushing all those buttons he knew would keep the teal gryphon choked up and quivering inside his prison. With no reply the bigcat's smile only grows wider and creeps closer when he continues to speak. "Hope you don't have any plans for th' day." His teeth close enough to be heard clicking together with each word. "'Cause you'll be late."

Those were the tiger's final words before stretching his jaw wide, again with the sole purpose of tormenting his helpless prey. An eager excess of saliva stretched between various sets of teeth and glistened upon the cat's papillae lined tongue. Briefly does that alien tongue lift to catch the bird's exposed face with the tip, a quick stroke leaving his beak dribbling with a purposefully thick glob of saliva. First of many to come no doubt when the big cat shuts his jaws without further warning. Bristled tongue lifting to mold tightly over the tiny face protruding from the round candy. That last sliver of light disappearing with a soft click from the tiger's jaws shutting tight. Nothing left but a deep chuckle from the cat as he'd begin to drag his tongue back and forth, feeling that small feathered lump being grated against in the process. A process that would continue for the next two hours coupled with soft. breath-taking suckles and swallows.