Sacrifice to a Roc

6 June 2015

19:33 < Seaward_Skies> Okay, so... Who starts?

19:33 < Lyjzet> Umm hmm what about me opening it up with skies in a dark cave, waking up halfway through the preparations?

19:34 < Seaward_Skies> That sounds good to me~

19:34 < Lyjzet> What all do we wanna do? I wanna dye his feathers rainbow for sure.

19:35 < Seaward_Skies> Using coils to apply some face and body paint sounds fun

19:35 < Seaward_Skies> Perhaps with chanting and the like

19:36 < Lyjzet> I feel like the chanting should be to call the bird~

19:36 < Seaward_Skies> Hmm, okay~

19:36 < Lyjzet> In that case, I suppose I'm first post

19:43 Lyjzet stands next to a passed out pegasus who happens to be tied up around his hooves with a thick rope and rendered nearly white by a bleaching agent. The stallion's wings are spread out, held there by a muscl relaxant that had been injected into them, leaving them numb and useless. Out beside the pair sat a number of small jars filed with different colored liquids, each with there own brush, though in the tatzls tongues, he held a purle one and was coating the far edges fo the wings in the purple dye.

19:43 < Seaward_Skies> (Is he just tied up on the floor?)

19:46 < Lyjzet> (Yep~....though actually I think I'd prefer him on a cushion.

19:46 < Seaward_Skies> (Okay)

19:46 < Lyjzet> (So...retcon that in :P)

19:49 Seaward_Skies comes awake with an abrupt snort, lifting his head and trying to move his legs and wings. He glances around, his mind still catching up with him, and it takes him a moment to realise that his legs are bound together, and his wings, though unbound, simply refuse to move at all. He blinks, suddenly awake, feeling an odd tingle all over his body, and the plush feel of a cushion beneath him. The tatzl is clear in his line of sight, though obscured in the dim light of the cave. "Wh-who are you?" the pegasus manages to croak through a dry throat, watching in confusion as the pony lightly dabs a brush over his feathers.

20:00 Lyjzet snorts as he feels the stallion move quite a bit more than he had during his resting and shakes his head. He had hoped that the sleeping power he'd sprinkled over the stallion would have lasted till he was ready for the ritual but it seems this wouldnt be the case after all. Lyjzet only hesitates for a moment before he changes colors, moving down the chromatic pattern to make them rainbow colored. "Lyjzet. Me friend. Welcome you as god!" He says with a smile, obscured by being half out of his field of view.

20:03 Seaward_Skies blinks stupidly at the stallion, trying to clear his head of the fuzz that clogs up his thoughts, as if he were blind drunk or sleep deprived. As his captor moves to a new colour he notices the coils and snaps to awareness. "T-tatzlpony? God? Y-you think I'm a god? Then...then why am I tied up? And why are you painting my wings?"

20:03 < Lyjzet> (He might notice that he's white too :P)

20:04 < Seaward_Skies> (I figure it's a little dark for that ;P)

20:05 < Lyjzet> (Ah perhaps, though maybe when he has to change out candles or something it'll be more noticable.

20:13 Lyjzet pauses his painting for just a moment to look straight in the stallion's eyes. "Yes! You god! Praise the <Roc> We make look pretty and need still." He says, before turning back to his task at hand, swishing his tail back and forth as he meticulously paints teh feathers. bright colors.

20:15 Seaward_Skies tries his best to get his wings to even twitch, but they lie stubborn, as his teeth grit and beads of sweat form on his brow. "What did you do to my wings? I-I can't move them!" He looks down along the rainbows forming on either side of his body. "What's this...<roc>? Why do I need to look pretty?"

20:29 Lyjzet smiles down at the stallion with a sincere look. "Moving mess up dye. Wait for done." He says and gestures at the set of paints. "Take quarter of sun. But get you ready for <roc>" He says, getting the next color of paint done as he talks. "You feed <roc.> It want pretty feeder." He explains, leaving out that the feeder is actually also the food.

20:32 Seaward_Skies frowns in confusion, glancing over the array, squinting in the dim light to make out the colours. "What do you mean, I 'feed' it? Feed it what? What does this thing eat?" As the tatzl finishes with this row of feathers, he finds his wings have been dyed in perfect rainbows, beautiful to look at even in this poor light. Outside, in the bright sunshine, the pegasus would probably seem to glow with colour.

20:47 < Seaward_Skies> (Boop Lyjzet?)

20:48 Lyjzet rolls his eyes and snorts again at the stallion. "How you not know <roc?> It give us fight." He responds simply as he continues to work. He's getting close to finally being done with the colors. As Lyjzet goes to apply the blue Seaward_Skies would rpobably notice that his coat seems quite a bit lighter comparitively, and almost nonchromatic against the array. "We make food. You just feed it."

20:51 Seaward_Skies shakes his head. "We don't know this thing where I come from. I've never heard of it before." Then he gasps, looking over his coat and noting the dramatic shift in colour, masked a little by the dim lighting. "What did you do with my coat?" he squeaks.

20:56 < Lyjzet> (You know, I was thinking about dying him black, but I think an albino white with those colors would actually be pretty.)

20:57 < Seaward_Skies> (Aye, I think so)

20:59 Lyjzet gives a long sigh and shakes his head sadly and slowly as a look of disapointment crosses his muzzle. "I cant believe not know...You learn soon." He says, and puts the final streaks of color inot the wings, making them look like rainbows even in the dim light. The stallion then moves on to his mane, dying it a fiery yellow.

21:04 Seaward_Skies twitches his head, but manages to keep himself still for the tatzl as his mane is worked on. "I guess I will..." he says cautiously. "How long am I going to be here? I have things to do... And getting foalnapped wasn't on my list."

21:10 Lyjzet next adds in some bright streaks of read and orange, making it look like the back of his neck was on fire. The stallion keeps the mane grabbed and held out in his tentacles, careful not theo let any of the dye fall on the pristine white coat. "We let free today after ceremony." He says simply, waiting for the dye to soak in and dry.

21:13 Seaward_Skies grumbles a little, but nods his head very gently, letting the tatzl keep holding his mane clear of his neck. "Well, good. But a tip for you, you might want to start asking for volunteers. Some ponies might not be as forgiving as I am."

21:17 Lyjzet lets the comment hang in the air for as long as it takes to dry and then drops it. "You have tazlpony gratitude forever. Why care if you not ask for it?" He says, moving on towards the tail and giving it the same treatment as his mane, but this time with green purple and blue. As the tatzl works, skies would find his wings begining to return to him, feeling a pins and needles sensation

21:20 Seaward_Skies gives a relieved sigh as he's finally able to give his wings a gentle twitch, shivering as the uncomfortable tingling works up along them. "Well... I guess there's a lot we don't see the same on." He relaxes a little, the feeling of the tatzl working dye into his tail is oddly soothing.

21:25 Lyjzet works in silence for a bit as he gets the white tail dyed in a marvelous pattern of cool colors. Even in the dim light his white body provides a stark contrast to the vivid dye's used in his feathers and hair. Finally the tatzl finishes up and grabs one last color, a much duller golded brown that would resemble the hue of a griffons beak.

21:28 Seaward_Skies lifts a brow as the tatzl approaches with the final colour, swishing his tail a little to help it dry. "So... What part of me are you dying now," he asks, hoping to himself that the colours would come out soon. If they were permanent..."

21:33 Lyjzet smiles at the stallion and orders simply, "Close mouth. Look down." The colors being put in the stallion's fur were indeed permanant and would last until he shed them or trimmed them off, though that would certainly be sooner than the stallion expects. Lyjzet waits expectantly for the pony to do as he's told, but ready to force him if he must.

21:36 Seaward_Skies frowns deeper, furrows appearing over his brow as he tries to think why the tatzl would want him to do that. "Wha- You're not putting anything over my mouth! I've put up with this for long enough, you can untie me now!"

21:44 Lyjzet glares down at the stallion and says, "Well...Hard way then...why not help?" He asks, sticking out a coil to wrap up the pony's muzzle and squeezing it almost painfully tight. He takes the cup and begins to push it up around skies's snout, removing the coil once it got in the way. If he opened his mouth to protest he'd find that the liquid tastes of a sickly combination between sweet and bitter.

21:46 Seaward_Skies makes a muffled noise of protest, squirming against his bonds, but he's at least smart enough not to try and open his mouth with the strong-smelling liquid lapping at his muzzle. He snorts against it, unable to breath for a moment, trying to pull his head away, his muzzle staining with the dull yellow.

21:53 Lyjzet keeps the substance there for as long as he thinks he can without the sacrifice having to take a breath before finally pulling it away, smilling as he looks down at the pony. "Yes. Nearly Done. Just hooves left." Though skies might have difficulty seeing it from this position, his fetlocks had been shaved, exposing the inner flesh of the hoof to the world. Lyjzet grabs one of those pairs and begins to apply the same dye to them, putting on the few final touches.

21:58 Seaward_Skies is left panting and gasping, the dye on his muzzle quickly drying, combining with the white coat to give the impression of a hunting bird's beak. The same applies to the splashes of dye that the stallion can barely notice being dabbed on his hooves, like the same bird's yellow feet. "What...are you doing?" the pegasus rasps, when he finally has his breath back.

22:02 Lyjzet finishes up the last two hind hooves and sets all the paints to the side, stepping back to look at the stallion. "I be done!" He announces happily as he looks him over. The tatzl begins to fan his wings, blowing the chilly cave air over the pony and helping htim to dry faster.

22:03 Seaward_Skies is soon dried up, shivering a little in the chill but glad to be free of the uncomfortable sensation of wet dye clinging to his fur. By now, he's able to move his wings almost as normal, and flares them before folding them against his sides. "Okay... can you untie me now?"

22:14 Lyjzet grins at the stallion's look ad then shakes his head, approaching him to check if his hair is dried. Once he's satisfied with poking and prodding, tatzl sticks out his coils, slithering them around the pony in preparation to swallow him again. They feel dry to touch initially because of being out in the air for so long, but that wouldnt last long.

22:16 Seaward_Skies eeps and wriggles as the coils slide over him, dragging roughly over his bleached fur, then starting to trail long, thick bands of stick saliva over him. "H-hey, no! No eating!" he squeaks, tugging at his bonds.

22:18 Lyjzet shakes his head at the protest, but knows that the stallion wont be able to get very far in his struggles. "No...me carry you there." He explains, wrapping the pony up quite tightly. He then begins to pull forward, encericling his strange split jaw around the yellow muzzle.

22:19 Seaward_Skies lets out another squeak, his protests cut off by the tight throat pulling as his muzzle as he's lifted off the floor by the coils. His bound legs squirm, and his wings flare again, but they're weak, and should be easily overpowered by the tatzl.

22:24 Lyjzet ensures that the stallion gets a healthy coat of saliva as he swallows, btu still moves reletively quickly as the hot throat constricts against his his body, drawing him ever deeper into the dark fleshy tunnel beyond. He can hear the organic squelching of the stomach ahead as well as the heartbeat of the stallion. His noise is hit with the foul scent of the tatzls cut as it presses through a sphyncter.

22:26 Seaward_Skies wrinkles his snout as his head enters the more spacious belly, the rest of him soon flopping in to join it. He hangs, the belly swinging gently too and fro like a hammock beneath the tatzl, and pushes his hooves out against the walls in silent protest, grumbling to himself.

22:31 Lyjzet finishes the stallion rather quickly, slurping down his tail and sending him to join his stomach. He purrs as he feels the stallion rubbing around inside his belly, pushing a hoof against the outstretched hooves. After a little of that, the pony begins to walk through the caves, his belly swaying and sloshing the stallion back and forth. Mercifully, the fleshy sack was empty save for the little bit of slimy juices inside.

22:35 Seaward_Skies keeps squirming and pushing for a while, but soon goes still, tired and not willing to continue pleasuring his captor with no sign of it helping him out at all. "How much longer is this going to be?" he says, his sides and belly itching a little thanks to his bleached coat.

22:36 < Seaward_Skies> (Probably should be going to bed now, sweetheart)

22:36 < Lyjzet> (Timeskip towards...ok cool we'll timeskip to the roc next time~)

22:36 < Lyjzet> Sleep well my darling featherbutt~

22:36 < Seaward_Skies> (Mhmm~)

22:37 < Seaward_Skies> Thanks~

22:37 < Seaward_Skies> I guess I need to give you a pet name as well :p

22:39 Lyjzet doesnt answer the stallion instead making his way through the cave system out into the open air. He and a bunch of tatzls fly over to a little ceremonial patio far from the nromal cave systems of their homes. There the tatzls around him begin to chant some weird thing that doesnt even sound like tatzl tongue. The noises would echo into the stomach, espeically the chanting coming from Lyjzet

16:32 Seaward_Skies has gone still during the long flight, save for the occasional squirm to try and relieve his itching coat, but starts to perk and up wiggle at the sound of the alien chants, pushing against the soft walls. "What's that? What are you saying? Thats not tatzl...what is it?"

16:43 Lyjzet ignores the stallion's cries, though he does soon stop chanting as his mouth suddenly gets taken up by sticking his tentacles down his throat and encircling the stallion once more, begining to pull him up the tight tunnel towards his freedom.

16:45 Seaward_Skies sighs in relief as the coils start pulling him out of the cramped belly, though his sigh soon turns into a grunt, the throat just as tight around him as before, perhaps more so now that it seems to work against his movement.

16:54 Lyjzet grunts as well as he pulls the small pony forward, amothion he's done countless times in his life, though a pony as small as the creature he was carrying would make it even easier. With a little bit of effort, the stallion's head spills from his maw, showing the stallion the tatzls circled around a large liver circle in the ground ringed in fruits, wine, and other offerings.

16:58 Seaward_Skies barely has time to see his surroundings as he flops out, hitting the pavillion with a wet smack and spluttering. He lifts his head, looking around with a dazed expression to see the surrounding tatzls, and the circle of food. "Huh... Is that for me?" he asks, shaking himself. "Or am I giving that to the...the <roc>?"

17:12 Lyjzet tries to set the stallion down as softly as he can, though it still results in a soft splat as he hits the metalic surface. Lyjzet gets up beside the slick stallion and slides him forward on the hot metal platter, the slime drying and leaving streaks on the surface as he's pushed into the center. "It for <roc>" He says simply and then walks away to join the circle, resuming his chant.

17:14 Seaward_Skies nods, then tries to stand as the tatzl walks away. He only manages to wriggle into something like a sitting position, offering his bound forehooves to the retreating stallion. "H-hey! Don't you need to untie me first? How can I feed this thing with bound hooves?"

17:20 < -> Aldric is now known as Inky

17:27 < -> Inky is now known as Aldric

17:28 Lyjzet ignores the stallions cries as he settles in amongs his friends. Off in the distance a loud ear piercing screech could be heard rumbling accross the desert, and if one turned their eyes to it they would see a massive black bird off in the distance that just seemed to get bigger and bigger the closer it got. Seaward_Skies, if he looked in the reflective plate he sat on would finally get a great view of his brilliantcly colored body.

17:30 Seaward_Skies can't keep himself stable for very long, not with the rope coiling around his hooves, and he slips over against the sun-warmed plate again, looking down to admire his new look. He's about to admit that he doesn't look too bad, in a garish sort of way, when he hears the screeching, and looks up with wide eyes to see the bird winging its way towards him. "Wh-what the hell is THAT?"

17:44 Lyjzet smiles and sticks out his slimy coils, making gestures in the air and moving in time with the tatzls around him in some strange ritualistic sort of dance. The bird gets ever closer until its less than 100 meters off and it looks absolutely massive. Its eyes look over the croud of pretty ponies, but then settle on the richly colored creature in the center of the reflective dish.

17:49 Seaward_Skies swallows hard as he all but feels the bird's eyes snap in on him, his stomach starting to roll as the back of his neck itches, feeling like he's caught in a crossbow's sights. It swoops in closer, not quite big enough to swallow him in a single gulp, but he's pretty sure he would fit down its throat in one piece, if it was of a mind and had the patience to try. "T-tatzl, what is that thing?! Please, get me out of here!"

18:00 Lyjzet wathces as the bird finally makes the last bit of its journey, hovering just above the ground with a heavy wing beats that rattle the ground and throw dust. This even only happened once every 25 years, and thus was Lyjzets first time. The sight and the impact of the creature causes him to jump and take a set backwards. The bird sizes the bound stallion up, tilting its head from side to side and giving another screach at him. Behind it's hard yellow beak was a fleshy pink tongue and a glistening dark tunnel beyond.

18:03 Seaward_Skies whimpers and curls up, before trying to shuffle away from the bird as it inspects him, only managing to squirm his back against the raised edge of the plate, rattling the food and the goblets surrounding it. His bright colours only draw the bird's eye, making him look particularly delectable, and he eeps as he looks down into the shadowed throat. "N-no..." he says softly, as he starts to realise what sort of 'feeding' Lyjzet was talking about.

18:11 Lyjzet shudders as he watches the roc glance down and inspect his meal, glad that they could find a proper sacrifice instead of having to provide a tatzl as had to happen the last time. The bird finally makes it's move as the stallion slinks backwards, eager not to let its catch get away. The creature's head darts forward and snaps the front half of the pony up in his wicked beak and then turns its head skyward.

18:13 Seaward_Skies lets out a muffled cry as he finds his head and shoulders surrounded by darkness, the bird's tongue undulating under him and tasting him, catching his salt-and-caramel flavour, as well as the odd tastes of the dyes and paints that cover him. His struggles slow as he realises the beak isn't cutting him yet, but it still digs into his flesh, and he starts kicking again soon enough as gravity shifts, threatening to pull him down towards the open, eager throat.

18:25 Lyjzet watches as the magnificent creature lowers its head and then darts it up in the air as it opens its beak and then closing it again at the peak of its thrust, causing more of the pegasus to shift inside. The thick saliva of the bird remoistens the slippery spit that had started to congeal on the stallion's body as his front half slips down against the spongy flesh at the back of the birds mouth.

18:29 Seaward_Skies yelps at the pecking motion, the throat starting to clutch at his muzzle as the tongue tastes over his belly, making him squirm harder. That only seems to please the roc, though, the creature cawing and rumbling happily, the enthusiasm of its tongue doubling. Then it swallows, pulling the stallion's head into its throat, where his cries are even more muffled, and his rear hooves kick madly, on display for the assembled audience of tatzls.

18:38 Lyjzet shudders as the only thing remaining of the pegasus who he'd prepared that day was just a pair of bleached hooves and a flicking rainbow tail, and despite the scary sight, he couldnt help but stare at it transfixed as the creature continues to peck at the air. Very shortly the stallion disapears completly from sight except for the little bulge he made in the bird's throat as the slimy walls gripped along his body and dragged him down to the crop. Just then a gong sounds and the chanting ends. Hurriedly, the tatzls dart over to a concealed shelter to watch the bird continue its feast.

18:43 Seaward_Skies grunts, crushed and squeezed along the incredibly tight tunnel of hot muscle, unable to do anything besides wriggle a little, until he finds himself with a little more room to breathe and move, this new portion of the throat slack, though just as hot, and slimy as well. The drool already covering him is fully liquid now, and combined with his upside-down position and the heat inside the roc, Skies is struggling madly again, trying to get himself turned around. The bird's crop would bulge and squirm, clearly visible to the tatzl's even beneath the dark plumage.

19:03 < Lyjzet> (Sorry love...I'm just not getting into this one as much as I'd like...and I keep getting distracted with this other project

20:08 Lyjzet huddles amongst his friends and get settled to watch the rest of the ritual to be completed so that they may have their powers of flight and cloud walking for yet another couple of decades. He gives a little wimper as he sees the lump moving behind the creatures dark chest, glad that they were now safe and sound. It glances at the rest of the offerings and takes a basket of fruit between its massive jaws and crunches it before gulping it down, following that with several of the other offerings.

20:13 Seaward_Skies pants, unable to right himself in the crop, then looks 'down' along himself, looking up at the descending fruit as the raptor gulps. "Oh, nonono!" he whimpers, before he's showered with pulped fruit and wine, and bits of wicker, that splatter against him before running past and down the throat towards the bird's stomach, a grim reminder of his own fate. "No, please don't let it! Please, get me out of here!" he cries, hoping someone - anyone - could hear him.

20:20 Lyjzet can only hear as the creature gives another deafening screech as it moves around the ring, picking up more of the treats that had been set out as an offering and sending fruit, wicker, juice and even clay showring down upon the pony. Each time food would come down, the tight chamber would constrict around skies, squeezing its slippery liquid into his body. As teh creature nears the end of its feast, the slick walls pull on skies a little too much, drawing his hind hooves into the next tunnel.

20:21 < Seaward_Skies> (Forehooves, but yeah :p)

20:24 Seaward_Skies closes his eyes in the torrent of food and crockery, moaning slightly at each little squeeze and press as it slickens him up further. Then, as his hooves are pulled into tightness again, he starts thrashing, trying to pull himself back. It's a useless endeavour, and soon his muzzle and head are pulled in, muffled his cries, before a full swallow from the bird forces the whole pegasus into its throat, visibly squirming desperately the whole way.

20:30 Lyjzet see's the bird turn up and look straight at them, but it cant get where they are as it finishes up the last bit of its meal. Deep inside the creatures chest they can see the fighting bulge begining to move deeper as the creature works to transfer its meal into its true stomach. Lyjzet did not at all envy teh creature that could have just as well been him before they found a suitible replacement. The tunnel contracts roughly around seaward's body, pressing him deeper until after about a pony length, he comes to rest in a very smelly chamber that was full of liquid.

20:32 Seaward_Skies gags at the foul, acidic smell mingling with the smells of crushed fruit and sour wine. He manages to get himself turned around, but only just, still crushed and cramped inside the bird. Then the stomach starts to churn, kneading its flesh against him, and working acids into his coat. A part of him not focused on manically struggling starts to wonder how much longer the tatzl spit is going to last...

20:46 Lyjzet sighs in relief as the bird finally begins to beat its wings more furiously, pulling out of its hovering position and thrusting itself back into the sky. Its breathing gets quicker and its heart races as every flap causes the pony in its gut to sink down into the flesh before pushing back up. The stomach's activity picks up, squeezing and churing away at the poor pony, who probably had about an hour before the saliva ran its course.

20:48 Seaward_Skies whimpers again as he feels the bird taking to the skies with a stomach-dropping lurch, knowing that it's flying away from the only chance of rescue he has. "NO!" he yells, using up some precious air and pushing hard against the walls. "Please, don't do this!" His cries soon become moans, though, as the stomach starts kneading him again, much harder, all over his body.

20:53 Lyjzet watches as the roc steadily recedes from view, becoming smaller and smaller against the horizon. Inside the birds belly it leaks more juices, which get into the surrounding fruit as its mushed right up against skies's coat as if he was nothing more than another treat. The heat in the chamber gets more intense from teh ehurtion of the bird, adding to the oppressivily humid atmosphere. The tatzl spit reacts happily with the acids, keeping the oxygen in the tight gut replenished while it lasts.

20:56 Seaward_Skies is already starting to get dizzy, though only from the heat, as the saliva keeps him breathing for longer than he has any right to be in a raptor's stomach. The feeling of it all, mushed fruit, soft but unyielding flesh, slick slime and the burning heat, all combine to pull his cock from his sheath and up along his belly, where the kneading stomach works against it as well, making him squirm all the harder.

21:01 Lyjzet finally crawls out of the hold as the bird disapears over the horizon, glad to be free of its watchful and angry gaze. He looks around at all his friends and smiles at them. "Well we're good for another 25 cycles~" Meanwhile in the birds stomach, seaward finds his sheath and growing shaft squeezed by the warm soft muscles and surrounded by slimy fruit, keeping the sliding sensation on all sides of it. The birds movements slow to steady lazy soaring as it reaches its final altitude, drifing across the desert.

21:02 < -> GyroTech is now known as Roc

21:04 Seaward_Skies moans heavily, disgusted at himself and his surroundings, but unable to keep from grinding, the feeling too good, especially now. With nothing left to lose he surrenders himself to lust, pressing himself against the nearest wall and thrusting. Any passersby stupid enough to get close to the Roc would notice the lewd, wiggling bulge hanging from its midsection as the stallions moans again.

21:10 Roc 's body responds in cind to the motion, conforming to the thrusts and responding with their own sensual squeezes as the slime is worked all along his body. As he thrusts he could feel bits of the pulp becomeimg smoother around him as it dissolves the flesh of the fruit.

21:12 Seaward_Skies isn't blind, even in this desperate state, to the food around him already starting to digest, but that somehow only makes his thrusting more urgent, as the Roc's belly seems to almost be deliberately pleasuring him. The knowledge that soon he'll be nothing more than food as well makes him desperate to finish, heightening the pleasure and making his squeaks and moans breathless and needy.

21:19 Roc brushes a claw up against the squirming bulge in it's gut, finding the sensation strange to have lasted so long and pushes the bulge back into its stomach with a loud screech. THe stomach walls are all to happy to provide pleasure to the stallion as the press in against his body, rolling over his entire flesh with each powerful contraction. The brid looks around trying to identify the source fo teh strange noise ti was hearing, but could see nothing.

21:22 Seaward_Skies finally has too much pleasure to take, and he unloads with a loud cry, splattering the inside of the Roc's stomach with thick cum, most of which splatters back and paints his already white belly. He lies back, heaving and panting, feeling dirty and ashamed, almost too tired to care that he's nothing more than food for the Roc now~

21:26 Roc gives another cry as it feels the pony go still before he notices something moving along the ground below. Its gaze shifts towards the object and then very soon after it dives to the ground, quickly gaining speed and causing Seaward to have a feeling of weightlessness inside the tight chamber. It drops for a few seconds before pulling up. A small jolt rocks the bird as it catches a meal, bringing it up to its beak to swallow some meat.

21:27 < Seaward_Skies> (As in, it's torn pieces off of?)

21:28 < Roc> (Yep)

21:28 < Roc> (But it's in the crop atm)

21:30 Seaward_Skies groans as he enters freefall, and grunts louder as the world seems to get heavier, the Roc pulling out of the dive. He hears swallowing, and looks up, but nothing comes through, leaving him wondering just how gluttonous this bird is. By now the effects of the saliva are wearing off, and he can feel a tingling in his skin, as acid slops around, being worked even deeper into him.

21:35 Roc tears off another piece of the creature and gulps it down to his crop as well, rather quickly working through its meal and finishing as it resumes its steady course in the air. The tatzl's spit had just about run its course as the caustic solutions are pressed past the remains of teh barrier and against his flesh. Soon the crop begins to empty some of tis contents into the chamber. Slime slickened fur and bleeding flesh rub against the stallion inside.

21:37 Seaward_Skies splutters at the bloody chunks, spitting red as they smack against his face and body, his skin itching now, little clumps of fur falling off and swirling around the stomach. He gives a weak struggle and whines, but without the saliva working its magic his air has gone thick and stale, leaving him lightheaded and weak.

21:43 Roc feels sated as it flies through the air, looking over the desert with a watchful eye. Inside the gut churns harder around the stallion, sucking out the used juices of the fruit chyme and replacing it with fresh acids to take care of the pesky pegasus who seemed on insisting on living. Th ewalls squeeze him into the bloody chunks, pressing him uncomfortably into snapped bones in the meat.

21:44 Seaward_Skies squirms a little more, but by now his muscles are burning with exertion and hypoxia, while his skin burns from the acid. He sobs, slumping down, and gives a last, shuddering wiggle that ripples down his body before he sucks down the last lungful of breathable air. A few moments later he lets it out, and his head falls to rest against a wall as his eyes slip shut, and he goes limp and still.

21:50 Roc doesnt even notices the happenings in its belly as it flies a steady course through the air. Over the next couple of hours, the stallion's body would be liquified into mush and pushed deeper into the creatures system as it works to absorb his nutrients. After a number of days from finishing of the little pony, the matter in its gizzard has accumulated to the point of blockage. The bird coughs a couple times, feeling a dense ball making its way up its throat and then out of its mouth. The ball of a myriad of different colors of fur and feathers, incuding the blues and bronws of the stallion, surrounding a bunch of bones plummets to the ground, only to impact and splatter, spreading its contents across the desert floor.

21:51 < Seaward_Skies> (Hmm, fun~)

21:52 < Lyjzet> indeed~