Stats

The RP has a total of 23 lines, 1044 words, and 5666 characters.
The average line consists of 45.39 words that themselves average 4.43 characters taking about 7 minutes, 26 seconds.
Gwyndolin said a total of 12 lines, 446 words, and 2398 characters.
Gwyndolin's average line consists of 37.17 words that themselves average 4.38 characters taking about 9 minutes, 52 seconds.
Serilde said a total of 11 lines, 598 words, and 3268 characters.
Serilde's average line consists of 54.36 words that themselves average 4.46 characters taking about 5 minutes, 14 seconds.

23:22 Gwyndolin nods... but for now, Serilde was staring down a hungry gryphons purplish pink throat~ ***

23:26 Serilde , a little griffon chick, stares up into the dark dripping cavern past the beak and opens her mouth, expecting to get a treat like her mommy does for her. ***

23:27 < Gwyndolin> (Its hard for me to eat a kid xP )

23:28 < Serilde> (ah well alright then. Just didn't want to change nicks, but I will.)

23:28 < Gwyndolin> (you dont need to! x3 I didnt know Serilde was a chick )

23:29 < Serilde> (well she's not normally, but I didn't want to fight so much :B)

23:29 < Gwyndolin> (true but then again... Gwyndolin does tend to strike when they are asleep ;3 ~)

23:30 < Serilde> (claws and beak make griffons difficult prey though ;B)

23:30 < Gwyndolin> Gah

23:30 < Gwyndolin> Too many technicalities xP

23:31 < Serilde> (which is why I went with chick :P)

23:35 Gwyndolin quickly leaned down and closed their beak, halfway in already... and he gave a few strong swallows... the chick made a cleaar defined bulge. ***

23:44 Serilde shifts as she suddenly feel the beak press down around her head, forcing the wet drool into her feathered front and pulling her into the darkness. Soon she the griffon swallow, pulling her head and neck into the slimy throat. She lets out a series of squawks and begins to flails. ***

23:53 Gwyndolin presses his head down further over her, swallowing again, pressing a bit with his weight to help squeeze the food in easier... her chest an midsection slowly popping in as her arms squelched to her sides. ***

00:01 Serilde squirms as she feels the sharp beak pushing down further around her body, forcing her front claws to their sides. The little griffon continues to screech for help as more of the wet tunnel presses around her. She digs her sharp little claws into the tiercel's tongue as it reaches her belly, but leaves little more than painful scrapes. ***

00:20 < Serilde> (boop)

00:20 < Gwyndolin> (eep! didnt see the post ^^; )

00:20 < Serilde> (no worries)

00:22 Gwyndolin grunts a bit and swallows tipping his head up bobbing softly. The griff smirking a bit as he worked her down further, her lower body slipping in and then her legs... ***

00:28 Serilde hears the rapid heartbeat of Gwen's chest as she sinks deeper, along with the squelching noises of the gut ahead. A foul fishy smell wafts up to her nose as she begins to press into his crop. She continues to flail and scratch futiley in his trash she's lifted upwards into the air. Her tail flicks and her hind legs thrash as she's swallowed down. The last bits of her are slipping into the slick beak. "Let me out!" she cries. ***

00:32 Gwyndolin just kept swallowing and bobbing... letting out a thick belch as the last of her slipped into the crop... "Let you go~? No... Your food... But I will let you out if you behave~" ***

00:35 Serilde presses out into the slick sack with a plop. She can feel the muscular movements of the sides squeezing and kneading around her body, working the smelly good in deep. As she hears the words she gives a frightened cheep and nods. "Y-yes of course." The check stops flailing and quits digging her claws into the tough flesh. ***

00:45 Gwyndolin smiles a bit and she would feel the pressure change as he slowly slid her down further.... "...After I digest you~" he said patting the little gutbulge~ ***

00:53 Serilde squirms slightly in the chamber as it begins to squeeze tighter and move her. In the dark, she figures that the mean griffon must be bringing her up until she hears those words. "No please!" she calls, clawing at the slippery surface as she's forced from the tiercel's chest to his belly creating a shapely bulge. An even fouled smell assaults her snout as she presses past the sphincter. ***

00:55 Gwyndolin gently follows the bulge with a talon as it slipped down, and he gave it a soft press~ You were at his guts mercy as it burbled around you... "Shhh... Your food now..." ***

00:59 Serilde could feel the caustic liquid beginning to pool around her, tingling her foot paws. She whimpers in fear as she leans forward against the talons pressure, biting the rubbery bulge but not piercing the flesh as she flails around. ***

01:05 Gwyndolin grunts and shakes his gut a bit and takes off, The griffon's flight was a bit slower with the added weight. ***

01:10 Serilde sloshes around in the stomach, getting coated in more of the tingling fluids. She yelps as she feels am acceleration, sinking down as the griffon takes flight. "No, you have to cough me up!" She whines, not realizing that once she was passed the crop it was too late. ***

12:01 Gwyndolin grunts with the movements. "I could cough you up, and at this height you'd be a pancake. " he said rather bluntly and his gut began to churn... the body wasting no time in treating her like any other food. ***

12:03 Serilde can feel her flesh beginning to tingle under her fur and feather and claws weakly at the walls of the churning stomach as it floods with more juices. "No! I can fly! Just spit me up!" ***

12:06 Gwyndolin belches. Either he couldnt hear her over the gurgles or he was paying her no mind. With all of that excercise, his belly was working harder on her... ***

12:11 Serilde feels the chamber tighten around her body as much of the air leaves the chamber. Her movements get increasingly slower as her mind begins to dull and get light headed from the lack of oxygen. This is a good thing too, because while flying, the movements begin to pull out feathers and fur loosened by the assault of his stomach. ***

12:16 Gwyndolin burps again, this time burping up a few feathers. and he reached down, rubbing his distended gut. His gut was used to churning up meat and even the occasional pony. The poor chick wouldnt stand a chance in there. ***

12:20 Serilde goes to take another gulp of air after the second burp rumbles through her ears and finds only liquid. The poor griffon thrashes very hard for the last couple seconds before she finally goes still in the Gwen's gut, passing out for the last time to become nothing more than a chicken dinner for him. ***

12:37 < Serilde> (Boop? You're gonna do a pellet and a splat scene right?)

12:39 < Gwyndolin> (ye )

12:39 < Gwyndolin> One sec )

12:49 Gwyndolin would land some time later, his body having finished with her, and he leans over, looking for a good place... he noticed a nest... and it looked to be hers~ What luck. He flew down and hovered, gaging softly and coughing up a lump of digested feathers and small bones, letting that land into the nest. Then another and a third... The griffon hovered forwards a little, and lifts his tail, squeezing out a coil made up of the poor chick. It landed with a splat down into the nest. The Griffon chuckled a bit at the mess before flying off. Rather satisfied with his last meal ***