me: NO I'M A FUCKING BIRD THIS IS OTHERKIN OPPRESSION
bf: AND I AM A FOX
bf: VORE TIME MOTHERFUCKER
bf: no wait that's my role and we're not there yet
me: well what do you think my muffled cries from inside you would sound like?
bf: more like gurgles
bf: you know i go for the throat
me: not sure how much agency I'd have in this anyways
me: my whole contribution would be *thrashes and bleeds*
bf: no stop you'll give me an erection
me: you mean you don't want me to describe the sensation of my last shuddering movements?
me: you're the one who started this.
me: violent struggles slowing, shrinking, until strength gives out, and the tiny pulses of my heart, beating its last, are all you feel.
me: and then not even that, just pleasant fullness.
bf: and now i'm sad
bf: os okies
me: why saddies?
bf: thought of you dying
me: dying to sustain you doesn't sound like a bad way to go
me: *gurgles (seductively?)*
bf: gurgling is always seductive
me: especially when blood spatters on your fur from my gaping neck wound as I cling to consciousness?
bf: are you sure you want to give me boners that i can't have you deal with
me: while they're one of my least favorite kinds of boners, they're still boners.
me: a positive thing in my book.
me: if you disagree I'll stop posthaste
bf: i agree
bf: i mean I can still deal with them
me: actually I'll probably stop regardless, I don't have much more to say on the matter me bleeding, at the mercy (or lack thereof) of your tooth and claw.