Tasty as he is Pretty

3 October 2015

00:33 GyroFeather wiggles his tasty pantherbutt and fans out his pretty wings

00:34 < Borealis> I will!

00:34 < GyroTech> and good to have ya back~

00:34 < Borealis> Thanks. Feels good to be back. Oh, and I might have eaten the fridge.

00:35 Argyle grins at GyroTech, "Ohh, you look divine~"

00:39 GyroFeather had been just randomly wiggling his butt as he stared out over the see, and didnt realize he was shaking it at another griffon. The former unicorn squeaks and blushes as he turns to face the other tiercel. "C-come again?"

00:41 Argyle wore a bemused smile, and strode towards the other griffon. "You're coat and plumage," he replied, gesturing with a talon, "I couldn't help but admire~"

00:44 GyroFeather gives Argyle a long look before turning to watch out over the open ocean. The salty smell of sea spray hung thick in the air, but not thick enough to drown out each griffons distinct scent. The former unicorn flicks his tail. "Oh, thanks, I guess...Though it seems to be attracting many more guys than girls..." He syas with a sigh.

00:49 Argyle blinked, frowning briefly at the apparent disappointment before moving to stand next to GyroTech. Fixing his gaze out over the water as well he spoke in an even tone, resettling his wings, "Is that such a bad thing? Admiration is admiration, and I only meant it as a compliment. Many would be jealous of such wondrous markings."

00:54 GyroFeather lets out a soft sigh and then relaxes visibly, letting his shaken wings rest loosely at his side. "No, I suppose not. It is really pretty plumage...Its just the males I've attracted have wanted to...admire more than just my markings," he says with a frown. He makes an impression on the sand with his claw that fills with still water, which reflects back up at him.

01:03 Argyle turned to regard the other males, eyes running critically up and down his form. "Hmm, I can understand their attraction," he commented, not opposed to the idea himself, "Though that's not what I intended, so take ease." Squinting, he came upon something odd in the other's tone, "You speak of your body as though it isn't yours."

01:07 GyroFeather takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh before turning to look at the griffon. "Well, that's because it isnt my body. Some stupid stripey swapped a potion otu on me, and it seems to have turned me into a chicken head permanantly, near as I can tell..." The former unicorn turns and gives the other griffon a sheepish smile, "No offense...."

01:10 < GyroTech> (So, is argyle the griff from the commish?)

01:11 < Argyle> (Heh, no. That guy is a different character. Name is Fade, and he probably wont appear again outside that series.)

01:15 Argyle scowled at the insult, ruff rising slightly in indignation. The offered apology placated him some but his pride was still tarnished. "I'm sure you equine lot can fix it with all your magic," he replied, glancing down at the sandy shore, "Might not have it as a griffon, but we do just fine. You could learn from the experience; see how the world views us."

01:20 < Argyle> (I do need to get an image of Argyle..)

01:21 GyroFeather snorts and shakes his head. "No, I wish. I might be stuck like this forever. The zebra refuses to help and no other potion maker can seem to dispell the curse...They speak some mumbo jumbo about my outside matching my insdie or something like that. All stripeys are useless I supose. Should have never trusted one for my potions."

01:33 < GyroTech> (Boop Argyle)

01:33 Argyle listened carefully, deciding what to do with this new stranger. Grinding his beak for a moment in thought Argyle offered, "It sounds as though they mean this form is right for you." Turning his head he fixed a powerful stare on GyroTech continuing with, "However, if this form is really so.. unappealing to you, I can offer a.. solution."

01:34 < Argyle> (Sorry! ^^;)

01:36 < GyroTech> (No worries :P but I ping at 10 just in case)

01:36 < Argyle> (Never heard the pop, my bad)

01:38 GyroFeather perks up and looks over at the griffon at the mention of a solution. His pretty feathered crest was sticking straight up once more as he looks at the powerful tiercel. "A solution you say? Yes, if you know how to fix this tell me. I so want to be rid of this stupid form."

01:42 Argyle simmered internally, not allowing his displeasure to seep forwards and throw off the moment. Shifting his entire body to be square with the other male he squared his shoulders, regarding him with steel in his eyes, "You are sure? There is no going back from this once we begin. You are certain that this form is so undesirable that you would throw it all away?"

01:44 GyroFeather takes a step backwards as Argyle stepped forward, cornering him against the see as the gentle waves wash up over his hind paws. The former unicorn gulps and then nods up at the other griffon. "Dont lecture me about wether or not I'd like to stay a griffon. Yes, I'm done with it. I'd love to go back to being me again."

01:50 Argyle let out a soft hum, readying himself for what was about to come. Body tensing he held his wings just off his sides, looking very much like a coiled spring. Giving his head a soft shake Argyle couldn't help but grin slightly, "I never said ANYTHING about going back.. but as you wish~" At that he suddenly sprang forwards talons outstretched, wings flared, and tackled the smaller griffon down into the wash and wet sand. Standing over him, talons on both s

01:54 GyroFeather gives a loud peacock like scream as he sees Argyle pounce, but he isnt fast enough to move otu of the way. Instead, the griffon collides hard with his body and knocking him down into the sand and surf, which soaks into his fur to give him a lovely salt seasoning. Gyro gulps and tries to worm his way out from underneath the tiercel. "N-not going back? B-but...what did you mean?"

01:59 Argyle shifted his stance, moving one talon to GyroTech's chest to hold him down leaving the other one free. Chuckling, he traced a few of the pinned griffon's markings with a claw, feeling the waves wash around his feet. "Have you ever heard of griffons with magic?" he asked, leaning low to lick the other male's cheek, "We're predators, you should have been happy with that. Now you get to see what a real griffon looks like inside."

02:03 GyroFeather whimpers as he looks up and meets Argyle's eyes with a heavy frown as the sharp claw digs into his soft chest feathers. He grimaces as the wet tongue licks across his face, drawing in the meaty flavor of the bird, mixed with a faing fruity taste and the salt of the sea. "Y-y-you k-know! Maybe I'm happy being a griffon after all. I'll just quit trying to find my way back and learn to live like this..." He offers back with a nervous laugh.

02:09 Argyle lets out a soft hum, savouring GyroTech's varied rich taste. He'd never had anything quite like it, and the sea did an admirable job adding to the mix. Tapping lightly on the side of the downed male's beak with a single claw he "tsk'ed" and gave his head a shake, "Oh no, you made it quite clear that being one of us is too awful to live through. I'm clearly doing you a favour, you'll see."

02:11 < Argyle> Fire in his eyes he grinned devilishly and lowered himself atop his quarry whispering, "Plus. I'm absolutely famished~" Moving his free talon behing GyroTech's head, lifting it some, as he yawned wide above him, giving a clear show of slick pink gullet before lowering his jaws.

02:11 < Argyle> (Oop, forgot /me)

02:15 GyroFeather gives a soft whimper and brings his claws up to push hard and dig into the flesh of Argyle's chest, though his claws lacked the ferocity of a griffon, having represented one of the nonraptor aspects of a griffon. The tiercel screeches again and shouts, "No! I dont want to die! I can get used to living as a griffon. This isnt a favor." The former stallion was helpelss as his beak is pressed into the open mouth of the other grifofn. THe hot fishy breath wafts over his nose, leaving him gagging.

02:20 Argyle winced slightly as the smaller male's claws dug into his chest, painful but not overly so. Closing his eyes he gaped wider, stepping forwards and forcing his head down to press his meal's entire face into the back of his throat. Swallowing teasingly around Gyro's beak he used his talons to pry both encroaching claws off of himself and pin them to the ground.

01:11 GyroFeather scrunches his beak as the hot humid breath of the other griffon washes over him, smelling of meat and fish of meals past. The slick tougne rubs over his beak, coating it with saliva before he's pulled deeper still. His entire vision is filled with the pink flesh inside the griffon's beak as he's pushed against the slimy back of the throat. He fliais with his talons, drawing jsut a bit of blood, but ultimatly unable to keep in control as Argyle siezes his forelesgs against his sides.

01:17 Argyle savors the moment, teasing over every bit of the smaller tiercel's face he can reach with his tongue. It isn't much but what he can reach imparts a delicious mix of fruit and protein that sets his mouth watering, quickly soaking the feathers of Gyro's head. Teasing as he went Argyle swallowed, dragging another inch of his meal into tight hot gullet, and then another, and another.

01:18 Argyle Very soon he had engulfed Gyro's entire head, and he stepped forwards placing a hind on the male's belly, giving himself easier access to the rest of his quarry.

01:21 GyroFeather squirms as he feels first his beak drag down the slimy gullet as the walls squeeze and pulla round him soon follwoed by the start of his head. His peacock crest folds down itnot he hard wet beak as his world finally goes dark, as enough of his body pad pressed in to block the light. The slimy muscles mat his feathers with hot goop , slicking him down as he's drawin inward. His wings fling out as he fights with his claws trying to push the other tiercel off of him.

01:21 < GyroTech> (Oh tiercel is male falcon/eagle. We use it for griffons around here if you want another descriptive term ^^ )

01:22 < Argyle> (Heh, I know what it meant but had never seen it used for that. I like it.)

01:22 < GyroTech> (Tiercel and formel~)

01:26 Argyle let out a grunt of irritation as his meal began to thrash about, his grip on Gyro's arms increasing to the point that he drew pin-pricks of blood. Pressing down on the tiercel's stomach with his hind he jerked his head down, shoving inches of feathers into his slavering maw. While he didn't like a complacent meal it never made the squrims any easier to contain. Unfortunately, it just meant that he had to consume them faster and miss out on half the sav

01:28 Argyle Almost to illustrate that point, Argyle swallowed hard, lowering his head to aid the peristalsis in dragging Gyro deeper. At this point, a visible bulge had appeared through the down covering his neck, just enough to keep the definition of it's occupant hidden.

01:29 < GyroTech> (You cut off at and miss out on half the sav )

01:29 Argyle ...half the savoring he could have done.

01:29 < Argyle> (Dang)

01:38 GyroFeather gives a peacock screech as he feels the claws draing blood and forcing him fruther down the slick tube that smothered his head. His neck was rather quickly consumed under the constant pressure, putting the tiercel at his shoulders. Tyr as he might, the former unicorn couldnt thrash himself freeof the grip of the claws. Slowly but surely the saliva drips down his oiled feathers, while underneath the surf provides a pleasant amount of salt for his meat.

01:40 < Argyle> Going to have to break these up until I can get ahold of Dusk, bear with me.)

01:40 Argyle gulped greedily until he reached the smaller griffon's shoulders. This was always the widest part of a meal and despite their size difference it was still a formidable obstacle.

01:42 Argyle Gaping as wide as he could Argyle sucked a breath in around Gyro and started to gradually work his jaws around the shoulders, twisting his beak side to side to aid their passage.

01:43 < GyroTech> (Both those would have fit well within :P)

01:44 Argyle It took a couple minutes of concentrated effort, but eventually he got them in and some of the limbs that followed practically slid in to follow. Gulping twice more, he paused to adjust his stance, planting all four on the ground now that his prey's arms were pinned.

01:44 < Argyle> (It's hard to tell with a single input line :P)

01:44 < GyroTech> (See if your client supporsts ctrl+Shift for a new line and gives a scroll wheel

01:47 GyroFeather keeps his wings spread wide even as the beak twists and digs into his flesh, causing him to whine with pain as he's slowly compressed into the tight beak. His wings are spread out, however, and as Argyle reaches them, they'd prove to be anothe rbig challenge. The teircel struggles beneath, though ihs forelegs pose less of a threat s they're largely forced to his side by the cramped beak.

01:47 < Argyle> (No dice.)

01:52 Argyle gulped down a few more inches of the succulent tiercel, letting out a pleased rumble at his flavour, before coming to an unexpected obstacle. Peeling his eyes open he scowled at the offending wings and struggled to reach them with one talon, then the other. All the while Gyro was treated to an internal massage as intermittent waves rolled through the muscle surrounding him, trying to draw him deeper but stymied for the moment.

01:53 < Argyle> (That one alright?)

01:54 < GyroTech> (Yep~)

01:54 < Argyle> (Cool)

01:56 GyroFeather keeps his weings flared open and uses the release of his arms to do his best to hault any progress in his consumption. His Pink plumage is spread out wide and his claws, while largely pinned to thei side, can still dig into the griffon's chest fluff as he feels the swallowing around him. his wings ache as the sharp beak cuts into the bases, but he couldnt give up.

02:01 Argyle growled openly in irritation, talons scrabbling for the offending wings whilst also having to fight with the encroaching grip. Growing more and more frustrated the griffon gave his head a violent shake, jostling his half-consumed meal and dragging the point of his beak through the flesh of his back purposefully.

02:02 Argyle placed a hind back on Gyro's stomach, claws extended to graze the soft flesh, a warning clear in their presence.

02:04 GyroFeather squeals in pain as he feels the beak thrash back and forth, drawing a bit of metalic tasty blood across his back. The pain grows even worse when he's dipped down intot he stingy salt water which permeates teh wounds, causing him to briefly let down his guard in pain, allowing the other creature an opportunity to force his wings agisnt his sides. The griffon squeeals in pain and rocks back and froth trying desperatly to get away.

02:09 Argyle senses the opening and takes it, grabbing those annoying wings and roughly shoving them back to their owner's sides. Stepping back he hauled the tiercel upright his beak sporting a coating of sand and all but shoved him into his awaiting gullet, wings finally trapped.

02:10 Argyle Fueled by irritation Argyle set a rapid pace, swallowing deeply and repeatedly using his arms to help feed Gyro down his throat. Soon enough, his tongue touched soft furred belly tasting of sand and salt.

02:14 GyroFeather realizes too late theat hes sealed his fate as he feels hsi wet feathered wings pressed to his side. SLowly the beak creaps around those two, despit ehis fighting and h's left helpelss. He soon presses the tip of his beak out into a larger chamber, the griffons crop, and takes a deep breath of the foul air before calling, "Let me out! I ddint ask for this!" He tries to kick with his pathetic front legs, though now he was deep enough taht eh could cet no purchase to injure his predator.

02:19 Argyle chuckled around his meal eyeing down towards the muffled complaint. If he could have, he would have replied, but instead he offered a pleased rumble as his tongue swished through Gyro's fur. Swallowing again he could feel the other griffon start to slid into his crop, giving his neck a twist or two to help aid his entry.

02:24 GyroFeather tries to flare his wings out once more, but now with them half down the other tiercel's throat, the griffon would be hard pressed to prevent anything, since the swallowing pressure just forced them closed as need be. As his furry belly begins to drag across the sharp beak, the poor former unciron's forelegs are pretty much locked to his sides, cutting off that avenue of struggle. More and more of his body presses into the cramped crop as he complains and begs to be let go, corcing to curl against the slimy lining of the sack.

02:29 Argyle swallows and swallows, spade tongue teasing over very bit of Gyro it can reach, leaving slick fur in it's wake. Lifting a talon he pressed and prodded as his neck swelled with more trapped griffon, rubbing the walls up against his form. When naught was left outside but a kicking pair of hinds and lashing tail he paused, enjoying the weight and fullness in his gullet, his tongue exploring around the ridge of fur he knew to be the other's sheath.

02:29 < Argyle> (That probably got cut off..)

02:29 < GyroTech> (The other's sheath.)

02:29 < Argyle> (Huh, actually got it o.o)

02:33 GyroFeather slowly creeps down the tub, feeling the slime working its way into every facet and crevice of his body and fighting the entire way. Still, he was steadily overcome as he was forced to curl up with his chest in the slick champer of the tiercel's crop. He gives a little squeak as eh feles the tongue curl up arond his butt and over his sack to paly with his sheath and kicks his ind legs a little harder, and just as uselessly into the air. He could feel his sheeth swelling from the unwelcomed touch, not that he could do anthing to fight it.

02:36 < Dusk> (when I wake up proper I'll load that module I think)

02:36 < GyroTech> (Cool cool~)

02:42 Argyle continued to rub and prod the trapped tiercel, a grin creeping onto his stretched beak. Here was something he could have a little fun with! The swelling obvious, he double his efforts licking all over the taught sheath and tickling the front of his sack. Gyro's crotch resting in his maw he also huffed out a hot breath, the moist air rolling over everything.

02:46 GyroFeather whines and wiggles his hips as he feels the tongue tickling over his growing sheath thill its tip ressed up against the roof of Argyle's mouth. Gyro begins to pant and kick with his hind legs, though the motion just inevitably drove him slightly deeper. "Stop please! Pull me out! I can get you anything you want instead...." He offers. The tongue and hot breath on his sensitive features sends shivers down his spine as he begins to leak hot pree from his tip.

02:51 Argyle stepped back a bit from the encroaching ocean spray, tongue straining to reach up and lap away as much pre as it could. Tapping a single claw against his crop the griffon let out a thoughtful hum seeming to consider Gyro's offer all the while continuing to torment him.

02:53 Argyle After a minute he gave his head a light shake and replied "Mh-mh" swallowing softly to show his decision. The other male now pulled deep enough that his tongue could reach tailhole he gave it an experimental flick, then teased around it's circumference.

02:56 < -> Inky is now known as Aldric

02:57 GyroFeather pants even hader, feeling him appraoching his peak as teh tongue graciously tickles over his member, a nice sendo ff gift. At the shake, Gyro gives a peacock like scream as he feels himself swallowed once more, feeling more of his body pulled inside. He soon feels a tongue on his tight ring and gasps, squirmign against the onslaguth of teasing and breathing hard deep in the tiercel's gut.

03:03 Argyle cooed as Gyro squirmed, thoroughly enjoying his fear. Giving one last soft lick to the tight pucker the tiercel tilted his head back, his meal hanging in the air, and went back to gulping. In one moment the needy griffon's crotch was whisked away down tight throat and his hinds followed it, disappearing up to kick paws. Those, Argyle let hang from his beak, gazing down at the last visible vestige of the creature now curling up inside him.

03:08 GyroFeather feels himself straining at the walls fo the crop which feels streched quite tight around him, rpessing him into his own body that occupied the same chamber. The walls squish and squeeze around the poor pony as he's swallowed further, deneied even one final send off as his hind legs are gulped down. It was once agains too crmaped to talk as he shead is pressed down agaisnt his belly and his himps curled towards his head. He could feel the cool outside air over his hind legs and twitching pather tail, the last reminants of the outside world that would alert anypony that that wsnt just food in his crop. The former unicorn begs for life from within the slimy dark chamber, hoping for some mercy from the fearful griffon.

03:13 Argyle stood for a while and simply enjoyed the sea air, the breeze, the weight in his straining crop, and the begging that came from within it. Ahh, it was the simple things~ Having had his moment Argyle tossed his head, beak snapping shut around the paws and tail, one deep gulp sending them down to join the rest of their owner. Throat now clear he let out a pleased "Ahhh", and sat back on his haunches.

03:17 GyroFeather feels the beak snap closed behind the last vestigles of his presesnse in the world, before a hard wet glulp drags them dwon to join the rest of him. He's curled quite tight in the slimy sac, and psoitioned in such a way that he cant pleasure his earger cock except to arch it up agasint the lining. He gives a heafhearted screech ebfore calling out to his captor. "Please please, ou have to let me go. I could buy you anything you want. I'll do anything for you" He begs, Up ahead he can hear the ominous gurglings of an active belly, which seemed to want him bad.

03:18 < GyroTech> (So, gonna tease him and rub in him being food, or finish him off? :P

03:19 < Argyle> (Oh I was planning on toying with him :P)

03:20 < GyroTech> (yay~)

03:26 Argyle raised both talons to his swollen crop and set about massaging the lump, squeezing and shifting Gyro within. Turning his head as best he could to gaze down at the mass of white feathers he commented, "Buy? A predator takes what they want. And what could you possibly do for me? You went down like a hatchling."

03:27 Argyle Rolling his neck as though he was going to finish swallowing the other tiercel he then added, "You'll have to do better than that, pony."

03:31 GyroFeather would fold his ears down falt athe response if they werent arleady pressed down by the slimy walls that squeezed tight aroudn him. He feels himself rolled and massaged byt he talons and walls, unpleasantly working the thick hot slime into every nook and crany in his body, indrlyding inside his hoel. He gives a soft whimper and responds, "Please pelase, dont do that. I've got enough money...you could not have to work for a year. And I'm an equestrian citizen. The guards will be all over you...." He pleads back. "Just cough me up...please."

03:37 Argyle paused in his ministrations, looking somewhat incredulous at Gyro's reply. "Really? Money? I don't NEED money. There's more than enough ponies like you around I never go wanting for food," he quipped back, searching over the curled tiercel's form, trying to determine how he was situated.

03:37 Argyle Gazing off into the distance he added, "And the Guard.. Well, there'd only be trouble if they knew where to look. And they'll be looking for a pony, not a lost griffon. Not that there'll be much evidence for them to follow after."

03:40 GyroFeather ginrds his beak together as he hears Argyle counter both his points and lets out an exasperated cry. "PLease...I'll...I'll get you more ponies instead. I'll make it so you never have to work to get a live meal again..." He offers and then in the same breath says, "Please you cant do this to me. This is murder, its wrong and I want to live. I'm not food." He kicks out as best as he can with his hind legs, making a small giggle in the lining of the crop.

03:46 Argyle pressed back in response to Gyro's outburst, keeping a rather firm hold the tiercel to further limit his movement. Despite his restriction he decided to play along, "More ponies you say? Hmm..." He drummed his talons on the sides of his crop, having found exactly where Gyro's member was pressed, and let the silence hang seeming to consider the offer. "How can I know you wouldn't just go running to the Guard the first chance you got," he asked suspiciou

03:48 < GyroTech> (He asked suspicou...)

03:49 Argyle "...suspiciously."

03:49 < Argyle> (So close :P)

03:51 GyroFeather oofs as he feels the claws press down on his body and begins to squirm his memebr agaisnt the talons as they begin to drum on his slime covered throbbing length. His heart raced as he heard the griffon seemed to be considering his offer and then adds, "Well umm...uh...you could put a tracking stone on me...?" He offers dounding less than confident. He gives a soft maon as the rubbing gets more intense, archign up agsint it as he beginsto near his peak.

03:58 Argyle kept on drumming his talons, letting out a thoughtful "humm" as well that vibrated the drum tight flesh around the tiercel. "Mm, I don't trust your pony magic, too many tricks you can pull," he concluded, "And it's not like I've had trouble finding meals before; many of your kind find us exotic." Shrugging Argyle gave Gyro a conciliatory pat through his feathers finishing, "I'm probably just best to eat you, less trouble that way. Food is food."

04:01 GyroFeather begins to pant even harder as the drumming and the squirming and squeezeing stimulates him even further until finally he lets loose his load with a lewd moan, emptying his seed all over himself before going limp in the crop. He ears the words and twitches in there defeated. "B-but I'm not food. So you cant eat me...."

04:07 Argyle felt the splash of warmth inside his crop and grinned devilishly, knowing how far the desperate tiercel had been driven. Letting out a sharp laugh he jostled the feathery bulge replying, "I've already swallowed you. Only food goes where you are now, and, after all, you're made of meat. Anything, can be food my friend. Anything." Giving Gyro a few more rubs he chuckled darkly, "Now how about we get this show on the road, hm? My belly is waiting~"

22:03 GyroFeather squeals and squirms frantically in the crop, pressing out against the slimy chamber, trying to force himself up the tight hole that had brought him down into the smell chamber. "No! No I'm not food! I'm not meat! Meat isnt living and breathing! Griffons aren't food!"
the same raw power potential as a unicorn spell, and it's a very slow method of casting, so I figure it's not exactly OP to have)

22:14 Argyle grimaced at the uncomfortable sensation of Gryo's attempts to escape, having to both swallow and press in with his talons to keep him down. Letting out a grunt of consternation he growled back to the smaller tiercel, "But you're not a griffon, you said it yourself. The form is a lie. If you were you'd know nothing you just said is true. Food can argue that it isn't, but the stomach decides in the end." In an attempt to start forcing his meal down Arg yle bobbed his head, the process impeded by the size and movement of his prey, adding between gulps, "And I promise it wont have a problem with you~"

22:14 < GyroTech> (Yay~ Autosplit working!)

22:14 < Argyle> (Huzzah!)

22:16 < Dusk> (Great!)

22:21 GyroFeather feels the crop contracting around him and squeezeing on him as he flails. THe downward pressure slowly forces the beginings of him down the second tube, the one that leads to the tiercel's stomach. "No! No I'm a griffon right now, and even if I was a pony I'm still not food! Pony's arnt food either." The unicorn is outright panicking as he feels the swallowing and contracting around him, forcing his hindlegs down towards the waiting stomach.

22:32 < GyroTech> (Boop Argyle)

22:32 < Argyle> (Almost done. Sorry something had popped up)

22:32 Argyle growled louder screwing his eyes shut and continuing to try and force his kicking meal down. He could feel Gyro start to slip deeper but it wasn't enough to make the process easier yet, so he kneaded and gulped, struggling more now with his prize than he had before. Despite it all a chuckle did manage to escape him upon hearing Gyro's cries, "And THAT, is where you are most definitely wrong. Ponies ARE food. You just don't seem to know it."

22:39 GyroFeather squirms futilly as the forcing of the talons and the strong contractions around him push him into a losing position, slowly sinking deeper down that tube. it grips his butt now, restraining his hind legs and pulling them out of the fight. "Ponies have been outlawed as food by griffonstone for a milleneia! Griffons are refined enough to know us not to be food anymore!" He declares, the desperation in his voice quite tangeble. His heart races as he's drawn ever further down the slimy tube.

22:48 Argyle starts to grin now gaining an edge in the struggle, his talons less pushing, more teasing the doomed pony-turned-griffon slowly sliding to his gut. A rumble from below made his body's own excitement known, stomach roiling more than ready to accept it's take. "Griffonstone doesn't have any power anymore," he replied, resentment edging his tone, "Your kind saw to that. We only bowed to your definition of "refinement" because we had no choice." Gulping hard the tiercel felt a tickle deep inside, Gyro's tail falling free into his welcoming belly. "Griffons are predators," he explained almost flatly, "No matter what document might have been signed it doesn't change the natural order, and in that, we're on top."

22:53 GyroFeather squeals as he feels the tube reaching up midway past his belly. His tail twitches in the larger chamber behind him that his rump was now entering as well. The tiercel brings his somwhat sharp claws against the fleshy slippery walls of his prison as he gets more room in the crop, trying to injure his captor. "There are plenty of animals your kind doesnt hunt. You are not on top of ponies regardless of what you think. Now spit me out!"

22:55 < -> Zuthal|Away is now known as Zuthal

23:00 Argyle flinched at the slight pricks of Gyro's claws, actually concerned for the first time in their entire encounter. Thankfully he had a solution and simply straightened his neck pulling the walls of his crop up, not giving the other tiercel much room for purchase. Swallowing again he ran his talons along his chest, feeling the swell of the meal beneath, then settled them on his belly, ready to catch the swell it was about to develop. "True, we do know ou r limits," he commented idly, "But the fact that your kind needed a treaty to protect yourself from our appetites seems to disagree with you. Now hush, you're not coming back out. That was never an option."

23:05 GyroFeather feels more and more of him press out in the griffon's belly, tino a chamber with much thinner slime than what he'd encountere before. His chest and then neck disapear into the tight tube as his hind legs are forcd to begin to curl once more. His talons fail to get purchase on the tight chamber and soon are pulled agianst his side. Only Gyro's head remains in the crop, and then not for long. He cna feel the talons pressing on him through the tight belly walls. "Thats because we wiped the floor with your sorry race! And you'll get the same when they discover what you've one to me," He shouts, though his voice is more fearful than confident as he feels himself curling up in his doom.

23:06 < GyroTech> (What would be nice is if at some point you stop talking to him. Instead of you respond, you talk about him, as if he was inanimate food~)

23:06 < GyroTech> (Since you asked yesterday)

23:07 < Argyle> (Heh, alright. Was just about at that point anyways.)

23:15 Argyle let out a content sigh swallowing one last time to completely empty his crop, his talons stroking over the slowly growing dome of his belly. As his griffonic meal slid completely into the tight caustic chamber he leaned back onto one talon, grinning elatedly down at the squirming mass of flesh. A crass belch forced it's way up through his beak carrying a hint of his meal's tantalizing flavour with it. "Haa, absolutely delicious~," he commented, strok ing and rubbing over the massive bulge in his middle, "Best meal I've had in ages! Quite the exquisite bulge as well~ Would make a wonderful picture!"

23:20 GyroFeather feels his head slip down into that tight tube, and then finally into the cramped stomach, which squeezed him into an even tighter and more uncomfortable ball than he had been in before. He takes a breath of the air inside and immideatly regrets it. The hot humid air was thick enough to make the griffon nearly choke, and it smelled rancid and bitter, not to mention stinging as he sucks it in. It would keep him sustained for a bit, but not for long. As if the gurgling around him wasnt worrying enough, he hears a loud belch echo in his ears as the air in the crop vacates his predator's beak. His heart sinks as he hears the griffon's words and he feels the liquid getting underneath his fur and feathers, begining to tingle.. "No...please...please dont do this to me...I'll do absolutly anything," he begs, incredibly desperate and beigning to cry. At this point though, even if Argyle wanted to bring him up, he was past the point where the grifofn had any control.

23:28 Argyle gave his twitching gut a few pats, clearly able to hear the begging from within but choosing instead to enjoyed the gurgles that surrounded it. Gazing around the area lazily he spied a nearby tree stump and, deciding it would be more comfortable, rocked himself forwards taking some effort to rise to his feet. Padding over with awkward steps, hanging belly swaying and sloshing below him, the griffon muttered, "Hmm.. a nap sounds in order, going to tak e a while to sleep this one off.." Bleching again, softer this time, he flopped down unceremoniously placing his back to the stump, cradling his gut in his talons.

23:33 GyroFeather cry's even harder as he doesnt even hear a responds from the griffon, instead feeling himself sway unsteadily in the gut as his captor gets to his feet and plods around. He continules to cry and beg, squirming around and fighting desperatly as he hopes someone will pass by and see them. His entire body was tingling as the stomach muscles massage and squeeze around him, getting the bitter bile into every inch of his body. He hoofs as he's dropped to the gournd and the following belch leaves the tiercel without any air, instead plunging him all the way into the caustic liquid. He wouldnt last long like this.

23:36 Argyle could the struggle within him slowly ebbing and so, not quite satisfied, sucked down a long breath, watching as his belly expanded even further. A groan escaped in protest but it wasn't uncomfortable, and he set about massaging over the packed churning lump with enthusiasm.

23:39 GyroFeather flails as he's plunged under the acids, though in his current state that doesnt mean much. Suddenly he's refreshed with a breath of fresh air though. He coughs out the bitter bile that he'd inhaled and squirms about the surface again. "Please...Please...Please..." He begs softly, sounding incredibly helpless. His fur and feathers beghin to come loose from his skin under the expoure as he squirms, opening him up to an even more painful sensation in those now exposed spots, acusing him to howl in pain.

23:45 Argyle gazed down through half-lidded eyes at the twitching and shuddering mass beneath his pelt. A pleased churr rolled from his chest as his meal's struggles picked up again, the heavy fullness in his middle a source of warm glowing pleasure. Sliding his talons through his stretched coat he rubbed and poked at the curves and bumps of the tiercel trapped within, both teasing and trying to readjust the other male into a more comfortable position. Another sm all burp escaped him and was quickly replaced with another breath, not letting Gyro go without air just yet. Fondly stroking his gut he cooed to his growling belly, "Shh.. shh.. just go to work. You've done it before, this is no different. Just enjoy~"

23:49 GyroFeather panics even harder momentarily as he's once again fully plunged below the surface, only to bob back up again seconds later at the next gulp. His wings are quickly becoming bare as they rub up against the powerful muscles squeezing around him and his own body. Soon there isnt anything left protecting the little peacock's body from the full force of the acids as his fur and feathers float around the chamber. He's much more receptive to Argyle's moving, trying to escape the pain. Hes in coherent tears now as the stomach strains and gurgles working hard on the poor griffon.

23:57 Argyle allowed the torment to go on for a while longer, his stomach growling and churning the smaller griffon with vigor. He had done this before and didn't need the cries of his meal to know when things had gone on long enough. An almost disappointed sigh escaping him the tiercel rubbed circles over his gut with paws talons, "Couldn't even last long. How pathetic.." Letting his head rest back against the stump he closed his eyes and took another deep breat h then tightened his chest, forcing it and the rest of the acrid air up in one long wet lewd belch.

00:02 GyroFeather barely struggles in the stomach as the pain just gets worse as teh acid burns his flesh. He'd reache the point of just hoping it would end as all he knows is pain. Soon he's rewarded with Argyle belching up the last of the air. Still even as he was mentally exhuased, his body paniced as he plunged below the stinging liquids for one last time. His struggles renew briefly and widly as his ears ring with the belch, before about a minute later, going still except for a little bit of twitching form the expired hunk of meat.

00:02 < GyroTech> (When you coufh up the pellet, he was a griffon with pink purple feathers and blue fur :P)

00:03 < Argyle> (Heh, pretty bird makes a pretty pellet.)

00:03 < GyroTech> (and While I do like scat...I dont remember how you feel. If it doesnt bother you, I'd like that too :P)

00:04 < Argyle> (Ehh.. that's one of the few things I wont do ^^;)

00:06 < Argyle> (Sorry about that, and for being a bit slow. I'm trying, I promise you that.)

00:20 Argyle rested back, enjoying the last few moments of his prey's existence. He knew what was about to come, and gripped his belly tighter, ready when the inevitable bout of kicking started. It was over quickly enough only managing to force another tiny belch from the griffon who, sated and stuffed, continued to rub his now still belly content to listen to it work until he eventually nodded off into a food induced darkness. When at last he groggily awake Argy le blinked blearily out at the dimly lit sea, not sure of how long he had slept. Glancing down at his noticeably smaller yet still rounded gut he knew it had been long enough. Giving the mass an experimental prod his claw sank right into the slush filled chamber with a soft squish. The pressure, however, brought another feeling to his attention and he quickly pushed himself up to his feet, padded around behind the stump, lowered his head and began to wretch. Deep within his chest he felt a solid mass begin to move, slowly, slowly, making it's way back up the tiercel's throat. Minutes of wet uncomfortable gagging ensued before, at last, with a great shuddering cough he hacked out a wet mass onto the thin seaside grass. On the ground below him rested a slimy mass of brightly coloured feathers and fur, interspersed with flecks of white undigested bone, the remains of his mostly digested meal. Turni ng the pellet over with a talon, he came face to face with the empty staring sockets of Gyro's skull, earning a chuckle of contempt, "See? You are food. Almost as beautiful a lump as you were a griffon. Too bad you couldn't appreciate it~" Stomach groaning in agreement the griffon regarded the mass of feathers and fur for a moment then reached out to pluck one of the larger, more pristine pinions that stuck out from the mess. Turning it over in the a ir before his eyes he gave his head a quick shake before tucking it in amongst his crest, the colour standing stark against his own white. Pretty much done, he dug a small pit near the stump and pushed the pellet into it, hiding the evidence in case anyone later wandered past the spot, then turned and wandered off back towards the nearby forest, mind already thinking towards his next hunt. Perhaps a unicorn this time?...