Wealth Can Buy One Anything

25 October 2015

01:59 < GyroFeather> (I don't know about cage, I like him being under a platter on a dinner table~)

02:02 Contago was sitting idly at his dinner table, tapping his claws on the table. He didn't like how long he was waiting for this dinner, and he sure as hell paid a lot for this. He at least expecting some decent service. Regardless though, eventually after a bit of grumbling a pair of rough looking griffons come on in, with a large covered platter held between the two of them. They eventually put it down on top of the table, and nod at Contago. "Alrighy, took ya'lls long enough." he says before smiling a bit. "don't matter though, let's see how our guest is doing, shall we?" He says before one of the two thugs raise up the lid on the platter, suddenly blasting gyro with light. "How ya doing do'in today hun?" he asks the poor bound up griffon, looking him dead in the eye.

02:16 GyroFeather feels himself swaying back and forth on a cold metal surface, though he's completely plunged into darkness wherever he is. Outside the cramped space he can hear voices, but the griffon cant make a sound beyond muffled grunts as his beak is tied shut with twine. Likewise his wings are clasped to his body along with his forepaws by edible twine as well. His hind legs are stretched backwards much like one would do with a turkey and he can only wiggle from side to side. Suddnely he feels the the tray come to a stop with a clink and hears some muffled voices. Finally the dish cover is lifted, dazzling the poor tiercel with bright lights, stunning him. A green griffon comes into view, dressed in some fancy clothing indicating a creature of wealth. He gives a muffled grunt in response and then looks around the table, seeing what appears to be a bunch of sides, but no main course. A pot of gravy sits next to his platter. ***

02:21 Contago slowly stands from his seat and walks over to the peacock. "Hmmm... I'll only need one of ya'll in here." He looks over at the smaller of the two grunts. "You, skedaddle on out." He says, before giving taking a claw and breaking the twine on one of the peacock's wings. "Why don't you be a dearie and let me see those wings of yours." He says, before bringing his other set of claws up and gently petting over the griffon's head with them.

02:33 GyroFeather follows the pace of the griffon in charge with his eyes and then darts over to see the hesitant guards as one of them is dismissed. The griffon that sat on the platter before Contago had a pink and purple coloration to his feathers, and the indicative crest of a peacock sticking out like a fan from the back of his head. These feathers spring down as the tiercel runs his claw over them, feeling soft and fluffy. His cat parts were a dark blue that complimented his feathers, having the hind body of a panther. He grunts in relief as the band is cut and then obediently fans his wing out him. Other than unusual colors, it was just like any other griffon wing. Next to Gyro, the other gryphon could smell his lovely tasty scent. ***

02:38 Contago looks over at the other griff in the room. "now hun, I'm gonna say some stuff here that you ain't supposed to tell nobody, alright? If'in ya do I'll make sure you ain't in physical shape to continue you're line of work, alrighty?" he says, his voice being oddly cheerful in contrast to what he's saying. The other guard just nods, seeming a bit anxious. "Good." he then looks down at the bird under his claws. "Mmmmmm~ you're kind always do look absolutely spectacular." He takes one of the peacock's long feathers. "Now hun, do you've any clue why you're hear?" he asks before using his claws to free the griffon's beak.

02:46 < GyroFeather> (Takes as in plucks or just holds?)

02:47 < Contago> [holds

02:49 GyroFeather raises an eyebrow as he hears Contago's words, unsure of what he could possibly mean as he talks to his guard, but he doesn't like it. The griffon shrinks back as he ears the gaze of the tiercel once more, and though he begins to retract his wing, he feels a tight grip along one of his primaries preventing him from doing so. Finally the rope is cut allowing Gyro the power of speech once more. "N-no. L-let me go please, what am I doing on a table in this place?" ***

02:52 Contago laughs a bit. "Hun, you're food." He says before petting his head, though letting him feel his sharp talons. "You see, I saw you're cute little behind, and I couldn't help but want to make something as beautiful as you into a pile of shit." He says, before plucking out the feather in his claws. "I'll be keeping this ere' as a trophy." He says, waiting to see how the bird reacts.

03:04 GyroFeather blinks as he hears the Kea's laugh and subsequent explanation. He head to have heard the griffon wrong he thinks, as he feels the sharp talons dig forcefully into his flesh at each fake pet. "W-w-what?" He questions in disbelief before Contago continues. His heart sinks further as he hears the next bit. Opening his mouth to respond, he instead squawks as he feels one of those indicative crest feathers ripped out. After recovering from the pain, he says, "No! No you cant eat me! I don't want to die! I don't want to be a..." The tiercel just gulps as he imagines the brown pile dotted with pink feathers and blue fur. ***

03:10 Contago says "Honey, if I cared would I have you strung up thar like danged thanksgiven' turkey?" He asks, before lowering his eyes down to Gyro's level, looking in at him. "And I can eat you, and I plan on it. I've eaten griffons larger than you, fatter, nastier, and the only reason you stand out is cause' you look pretty." He says before pulling away. "The only reason why bird brain over there even has a job is because-" he looks over at him with an angry look. "His predecessor was kind enough to make me mad." He then looks back at Gyro. "You see, Kea are proud birds of prey, and you my fine feathery entrée are nothing but prey. You'd best act like it too. Right now I feel bad for you, and you don't want me feelin' mad at you."

03:18 GyroFeather shivers as he hears the response, meeting Contago's eyes with a glare to try and tell him he isn't afraid of the tiercel. Inside though, his heart begins to sink as he hears him continue to rant on. He had to escape some how but bound up like he was there was really no hope. Gyro flaps his free wing frantically and wiggles on the plate, though that doesn't really get him anywhere. "No! No I'm not prey! I'm not even really a griffon! I'm a transformed pony and Celestia will have your head. Just let me go and we can all forget about this," he pleads. He curses at himself for attracting this griffons attention and feels a chill run down his spine. "I'm not prey, I'm not food." ***

03:21 Contago Smirks, "Hun, you see, you can say that all you'd like, but some big scary magical mare can't do nuttin if she don't know what happened to ya." He says before digging his claws in a little. "I don't care what you are either. You could be a hawk, an eagle, a pony, a dog, all I care is that when I'm done with you you'll looking like any other meal." He goes down to the griffon's level. "Looking brown." he says, before chuckling a little, before opening his beak up wide, and slowly inching it at the bound griffon.

03:27 GyroFeather grimaces as the kea just shirks off his threat, though it was true that it rang quite hollow. The guards would have to know where to look and among the feces of a griffon, especially one with a gizzard that crushed everything up, would probably not yield any results. He squeals as he feels the claws dig painfully into his flesh and his glare turns to one of fright as Contago meets his gaze once more. "No please! I don't want to be shit. I'll do anything. I've got money, I could make it wourth your while. I've got influence." He offers frantically as he stares down the pink slippery flesh past the beak that opened before him. Strands of sticky saliva drip down from the roof of his mouth. ***

03:31 Contago inches forward a bit and lick along the griffon's cheek. "Hun... maybe I won't..." he pulls his head away, before doing something odd. "Sorry, but I like to play with my food. I hope you don't mind." He says, before getting onto the table. He then gets right on top of Gyro. "If'in your good enough, maybe I'll keep ya as play thing." he says before nuzzling his beak against the bird's soft crest. "Still, right now I think you'd be better off as a pellet and pile of shit. I said it before, but turning something as beautiful as you into something so disgusting feels so right~" Gyro can feel something hard press to his behind. "Think about it, I can turn you into nothing~" He nuzzles at his head. "You're money, influence, power, it means nothing because I want you."

03:32 < Contago> [he's gonna start eating gyro half way through fucking him, but he wants to tease him for a while]

03:37 GyroFeather shudders as he feels the hot tongue drag across his feathered cheek, drawing a pleasant taste into Contago's mouth and leaving a trail of slime. He feels just a tinge of hope when the tiercel offers an alternative and watches as the griffon climbs up behind him. He shivers as he feels the beak across his crest and then nods, "Yes, yes I'd make a good plaything. Where else are you going to get something so exotic?" He offers hopefully. He tenses momentarily as he feels the shaft press against his pucker and then tries to relax, despite the other's words. "W-why do you want to ruin a pretty thing?" He asks with a whimper in his tone. ***

03:42 Contago grins at his meal. "Makes me feel powerful hun." he says, before slooooowly pressing into Gyro. "Mmmmmmm~ I mean... think about it..." he licks gently at him again, before doing it again, and again, starting to murr softly. He then makes a little noise and looks over at the guard, who was staring at the two. "Damnit, go in the corner. I want some privacy. I'll yell if I need you to keep this bastad' still!" he says before looking back at his meal. "Heh, sorry. You know how the help can be." he says before giving single hard thrust into gryo.

03:43 < GyroFeather> (Unfortuntaly though, I think this is the night for me)

03:43 < GyroFeather> (Continue tomorrow though maybe?)

03:43 < Contago> [>_>]

03:43 < Contago> [sure]

10:29 GyroFeather shudders at the comment and then shakes his head. "H-h-how can destroying something beautiful make you feel powerful? Shouldn't you--" The griffon sucks in a breath as the tongue drags across his cheek. After recovering, he continues, "You eat something strong like that guard over there?" He grimaces at the barrage of licks and tenses as the kea begins to push in. The peacock opens his mouth to respond, only to give a sudden peacock like scree as he's violated, feeling the dick travel deep into his hole. "You should eat him for his insolence...not me..." He says in a small whimpering voice. ***

00:11 < Contago> [you around?

01:01 < GyroFeather> (heading to bed, sorry

01:01 < Contago> [fair enough

01:02 < Contago> [sorry, I got undertale today, and this stuff is more addictive than meth

20:29 Contago snorts. "He may be insolent, but I can't just eat any guard who screws up~" he says before licking him again, and giving a hard hump. "Gotta make me look like an attractive employer~" He gives another hard hump before slapping the griffon's flank. "And you see, son~" He stops his thrusts and whispers slowly into gyro's ear. "Insolent doesn't taste as good as innocent~ and I don't know why it feels good breaking something beautiful, but it does." He makes a small chuckle. "It makes me hard as rock."

20:35 GyroFeather grunts and squirms on the platter as he feels the tiercel reaming into him. Each thrust shakes his body and the licks just leave him jittery. "B-but why do you want to keep insolent guards around? And I promise I'm anything but! You don't know how many mares I've deflowered. I'm not innocent even if I look pretty." He squeaks out. His rump grips tight around the member, squeazing and massaging it , gripping it in pleasant warmth. ***

20:41 Contago growls. "I don't care. Let me have this." he says plainly, before giving another hard thrust. "You're still more innocent than the murderous scum I employ on a regular basis." He says coldly, before nipping hard at the griffon's ear and licking at the blood he draws. "Mmmmmm~" Gryo's lucky the kea was wanting whole food today.

20:47 GyroFeather oofs as the tiercel continues to go hard at hi, hoping that he'd get done with it and cum already, this was humiliating enough. The griffon lets out a scree of pain as his flesh is nipped, drawing a trickle of red blood down his feathers. His free wing fans out and failws at nothing as he lays here helpless. "Let you have this? But you want to kill me!" ***

20:51 Contago narrows his eyes. "Yea, but I can certainly make this a hell of a lot worse for ya." He says coldly before starting to speed up his fucking. "Doesn't matter though, you're still nothing but fat after this~" he says, before licking absentmindedly at the bleeding spot on his prey's ear. "You know, you're gonna be nothing but crap when I'm done with you? How's that make you feel?" He says coldly, before using his free claw to gently caress his prey's cheek.

20:54 GyroFeather whines and continues to squirm as the motions become more rapid. His tight pucker begins to ache with the abuse as he feels the balls slapping against his blue panther rump. The tiercel lets out a squeak at that comment and says, "You're already fat enough. As the tongue licks across the bleeding ear buried in his feathers and he hears the whisper he shudders. "Let me go...you sick fuck....please..." He begs in desperation. ***

20:56 Contago pauses for a second. "Hmmmm...." He says as if he's wondering, before forcing the griffon's beak up. The kea then opens his beak up wide and slowly lowers it down on his prey, taking all the time in the world so to enjoy the fear in gyro's eyes.

20:59 GyroFeather feels the sharp claw pushing into his chin, trying to lift him up. Try as he might, he couldn't fight it , though it does pierce his flesh and draw a little more blood across his pink feathers. Up he's forced to stare into the pink flesh behind the open beak Thick saliva drips off the tongue and rains down him him as he's washed in the breath. The tiercel flashes disgust and fear as he's drawn towards that open beak. "No....No please..." ***

21:02 Contago snaps his mouth shut. "Sorry darlin'." He says before lunging forward instantly at the griffon, taking in the smaller griffon's head near instantly. He licks all over and only humps harder, each slap helping bump his prey up into his muzzle. Gyro can hear his pred hum softly as he thoroughly enjoys his meat.

21:06 GyroFeather give a short scream as the tiercel lunches forward, taking his head into the steaming maw, thought its quickly cut off as his beak is forced closed by the pressure of the griffon's gullet. He gives a steady whine as he feels the unpleasant thrusting pushing him deeper. The hot sticky slime worms its way into his feathers and matts them down. His pleasant taste rolls across the teiercel's tongue. ***

21:09 Contago murrs around his food and starts to purr, before giving a few particularly hard thrusts. Gyro can feel the griffon's hind legs hug his behind as the large cock starts to pulse, until finally he starts to fill his behind with warm seed. Contago then starts to hump over and over extremely quickly, each thrust forcing a bit of the griffon deep into his maw until his shoulders reach his beak.

21:18 GyroFeather clenches his eyes shut to keep out the slime as it wasn't like he could see anymore anyways as he's shoved down the dark smelly tunnel. He squeals as he feels the warm shots into his rump and feels Contago's knot swell up locking them together. His predator uses this to his advantage, forcing him down even faster. The peacock keeps his free wing spread out wide as his shoulder is taken in, hoping to stall his progress. ***

21:23 Contago stops there for a moment, and starts to do something odd. He moves so he's sitting up, brining his prey with him. He then gives his peacock a tight hug with his arms, and starts to pet across his feathery chest. He starts to purr deeply around his meal's head, and keeps gently licking at him as he feels up and hugs his meat. He was going to have to stay like this until his knot died down, so he was gonna eat his prey a bit slowly until he could get his knot out.

21:28 GyroFeather could feel the saliva dripping down his neck and across his chest as he's forced into a sitting postion. His body squrims against the steady pressure of the claws, doing his best to break free fo their grip and failing. After a couple minutes he begins to tire and his motions slow, just in time for the knot to finally slip free. Good thing too, because now that the tiercel was up to his base of his wing, he couldn't get further still attached to the knot. His wing however, proves to continue being an obstacle as its left outspread. ***

21:32 Contago makes a loud groan when he feels the wing near his beak. He rolls his eyes before taking a claw and gripping around the wing, letting his talon's sink in and starting to pull up of all directions, trying to let gyro know he wasn't above breaking his food before his stomach did it for him. He was just pulling up enough to hurt though, not enough to break. He wasn't to see if his food would get the idea.

21:37 GyroFeather feels his joins beginning to creak and ache at the painful pressure as its pulled in the wrong direction and then begins to try and press against the claw with his wing. He's not intending to close it , but if the kea remove pressure quickly it would snap closed for half a second before the peacock can recover. ***

21:41 Contago does exactly that, letting go just so he can keep it pressed to the side with his claws. He then gulps once, forcing the griffon's wing's base up into his muzzle. He chuckles around his prey, and keeps feeling up what soft bits are left.

21:43 GyroFeather lets out a panicked scree as his wing is suddenly taken in, but there's nothing he can do as he continues to become nothing more than a meal for the hungry tiercel. The latest gulp pushes his head into a slightly wider sac at which point the peacock calls out. "Please! I'll do anything! I have influence with celestia!" ***

21:47 Contago chuckles at that a little. More the reason to make sure he can't snitch. He keeps gulping quickly, until finally he's gotten down to the griffon's crotch. He then raises up his beak to the air, and lets gravity do most the work as the kea slowly lunges his head up once, twice, thrice, each time gulping down more of his meal.

21:51 GyroFeather feels himself steadily slide in, wings hugged to the side as the hot walls massage and squeeze him down the tight tube. Heavy spit coats his pretty plumage which disappears entirely from view down the beak of his predator. He's forced to curl into a tight ball as more of him presses inside. The tiercel continues to beg, especially as the tongue licks over his sensitive crotch. His hind legs disappear down that maw with those darting gulps until only his tail remains visible. ***

21:58 Contago sighs, and stops gulping, and gently pets at the tail. "Hmmmm... I think I'm just gonna leave you like this." he says, gently petting at the tail's tip and curling it around his talons. "So, how's it feel to know you's about to get yourself melted down into cream of pea?" he chuckles a bit, before laying on his back, his cock throbbing hard again as he focuses on just how full he feels.

22:02 GyroFeather creates a large bulge in the griffon's chest as the peacock is being forced out into his slimy smelly crop. The tail slowly recedes even without the kea gulping as the muscles help to pull the sorry little tiercel down. He winces as he feels the painful tugging at his tail and cries out, "NO! I don't want to die! Espeically not like this." Now that the main course was out of the way, an array of tasty side dishish still dotted the table. ***

22:06 < Contago> [gonna have to pause here]

22:06 < GyroFeather> (Awwww alright)

22:06 < Contago> [sorry, homework]

22:35 < Contago> [yo]

22:57 < GyroFeather> (Sorry its a bit late)

16:54 Contago sighs and just sits there, petting his belly and purring loudly. "Too bad... you's too far gone now, son. I'm just gonna gurgle you up, and my gizzard will make sure nobody can tell the difference between you and any other hunk of meat I turn into shit." He says, before giving his tummy a little grope, making sure the prey inside can feel it. "Now stop begging and relax. this is the nicest you'll be feeling until I give you a bath in acid, and if you make it past that my gizzard'll won't be very kind to ya."

17:53 < GyroFeather> (Did he release the tail?)

17:53 < Contago> [nope]

17:57 GyroFeather whines as he feels the painful sensation in his tail as much of the rest of him is pulled down into the crop. He's pulled down as deep as he can be at the moment, though his legs still make a bulge in the kea's throat. The peacock can feel the thick slime exuding from the walls and working its way into his already soaked feathers. The foul scent in the air rushes over his nostrils. "Relax? B-but I don't want to die. I'll do anything...." he sobs, finding tears beginning to form in his eyes. ***

18:01 Contago yanks on the tail hard, before rolling his eyes. "I was thinking of letting ya pass out in the crop, but if you's gonna be a cry baby." He then snaps down on the tail, and groans loudly, as a small hole opens up inside of the crop, as the walls around gyro help force him down into the second chamber, one which would blast the poor peacock with foul air that smells of rot and death.

18:03 < GyroFeather> (Aww not gonna eat any of the other foods to send down w/ him? :B)

18:09 GyroFeather squeals as he feels the tail being jerked hard and then subsequently swallowed as the beak snaps shut behind him, shaving off a coupe hairs. The steady motions of the throat squeeze him down into the crop. About them he cah feel the muscles of the crop beginning to shift as well, blasting his nose with smelly acidic smelling air that makes him cough. He squirms as he feels himself steadily squeezed down towards the next tube. "Hey! Wait! Stop!" He calls out, panicking. ***

18:15 Contago snorts. "Tool late." He says, still holding onto the tail as the griffon is quickly squeezed into the tight space and kneeded up by the harsh walls of the stomach. "You're gonna be melted up into mush, hun." He says before resting down on his side. The acid sticks to gyro's form like syrup and starts to sink up his fur and feathers, and eat at his skin, making them fall out.

18:21 GyroFeather fights against the motions of the crop but his head and chest are slowly forced down the tube. He pokes out into the chamber with first his beak, getting that covered in the thick slime, soon followed by his chest. THe griffon's feet continue to bulge in the kea's neck, and his rump bulges in teh crop, but his chest has pushed its way out into the griffon's stomach. He gags and arches his head to keep it out of the stomach acids as they begin to seep in around his feathers. ***

18:25 Contago laughes at his meals struggles. "Don't even try, it'll get everywhere." He says before groping his tummy some more, making sure to work the acidic slime into the griffon from all angles. "Keep them eyes closed, sunny. This might burn a little." He chuckles, before grunting, as he tries to force the whole bird inside, save for his tail.

18:33 GyroFeather flails as best as he can with his one untied wing as he's pressed even deeper. Contago would feel a pressure in his gut when he pushed gyro forward, but he could only get gyro in up to his belly. The peacock let out a loud pained squeal as he feels intense pressure on his tail as the muscles around him tried to push him forward. His head began to tingle as the acids worked their magic on his feathered head, and slowly they were spread into the griffon's body as well. ***

18:36 Contago chuckles again as he feels his prey struggle, and rests on his back, moaning softly as he feels the griffon struggle and wriggle inside. "Just don't stop. You might be able to get out if you don't stop. His cock gets rock hard again just from the feeling of the pretty birdy fighting back. It was like he was high on power.

18:43 GyroFeather whimpers as he hears the tiercel's words and continues to flail around at Contago's wishes. Maybe, just maybe, if he follows the request he'll get out. His wings stroke the tube between his stomach and crop as well as inside the acidic chamber, sloshing the fluids everywhere. The former unicorn sobs and squeals as he feels the tingling spreading across his body, and growing more intense. ***

18:47 Contago lets out a soft purr. "How's it feel, pretty boy~?" he asks before giving his belly a particularly harsh grope as the acid starts to finally eat into gyro's skin. Even if he was let out, he'd probably die of the burns at this point. Contago on the other hand is left squirming in ecstasy, feeling like he's about to cum.

18:58 GyroFeather feels himself beginning to lose his feathers as his head begins to burn painfully. The griffon squimrs even harder now as he feels the painful senations and lets out a loud scream of fear and pain. His mind is overwhelmed with desperation as he tries to break free. His hind legs kick and bulge in the griffon's throat as his tail is pulled hard. ***

19:01 Contago makes one last moan before tensing up for a second. Then as the griffon' struggles reach something of a climax, so does the kea. "That's it, that's it...." he says, purring aloud and quivering gently as his cock pumps out cum onto his belly. "That's it...'

19:06 GyroFeather begins to cry between his screaming sobs. He feels the pain spreading to hwere his fur should be as that too comes off. His struggles slow as the poor peacock begins to wear himself out and as the pain overwhelms him. The kea can feel his prey beginning to go weak in his stomach. ***

19:08 Contago grins down at his belly. "Yeah... now you can stop... just let it happen... you'll be nothing but mush and shit soon." Contago says as he pets over his belly lovingly, knowing any pressure on his raw skin would probably hurt like hell.

19:11 < GyroFeather> (Still holding on to the tail?)

19:11 < Contago> [yes]

19:11 < Contago> [it's his trophy]

19:13 < Contago> [gonna pull it out once his griffon is nice and liquefied]

19:17 GyroFeather lets out a howl of pain that comes out more as gurgles as his head is thrust underneath the acidic solution of the gut. He accidentally takes a mouthful of the bitter bile as he's forced to inhale and though coughs it out. He was low on air and the tiercel is soon to be passing out. ***

19:22 Contago decides he's had his fun, and there no point in dragging this out any longer, so he rolls onto his belly, hoping it'll effectively drown the poor guy inside. "Sleep tight, beautiful."

19:23 GyroFeather doesn't end up lasting too terribly long now that he's coughing and sputtering under the acid. With only a couple more seconds the peacock passes out and twitches a few times before finally going still in the kea's stomach. ***

19:49 Contago smiles at that, and rests there, a few seconds, rubbing over his round tummy, before snapping down hard at the end of the griffon's tail, cleanly cutting it's end off. He was gonna bring it to a taxidermy worker, and keep it as something of a trophy. Once the tail was taken care of, he gulps down the last of the griffon. He then awkwardly gets up and looks over at the guard who's back was turned. "Get out." He says coldly, being mad he that he stuck around even after he finished eating his food. The griffon guard walks out nervously, leaving the kea to eat what other food filled the table. He spent the next half hour or so gorging on fish, and bread and anything else that caught his mind, hilling the empty space in his gut with it until the bulge that used to be oddly griffon shaped was made into something more round. He then slowly walks off to the kitchen where he leaves the end of his prey's tail in the freezer before heading off to his bed room having been stricken with a horrible case of the itis. He doesn't even get under his covers and just hits the bed, falling asleep as if nothing happened. Durring the night his tummy goes to work on grinding the contents of his stomach into uniform brown paste, making sure the peacock was indistinguishable from the fish bread and other food the kea ate. It's not like he was any different after all, just food for a hungry birdy. By the time day hits, the griffon's belly is far smaller, though still about half the size gyro used to be. As sun beams into the bed room, the kea groans loud and slowly gets up. "Uhg..." he says, before looking down at his tummy with a small smile and petting it gently. "How ya doin' in there little guy?" He says before chuckling, the griffon getting his morning wood up rather quickly at the sight of his belly, knowing what's inside. He has business to attend to though, and slowly gets up from his bed and moves off to the bathroom. There was a regular toiler, and next to it was a large hole in the ground, made for dealing with former griffons and ponies. He gets over the whole and squats down, before making a loud groan. He spreads his cheeks and pants softly as he feels his body finally let gyro free, his new brown form slowly spilling out of the satisfied predator and onto the ground. The griffon rubs his tummy gently as he feels it slowly grow smaller and smaller as the pile of shit under him gets bigger and bigger. He's so hard, knowing he made the living breathing griffon who'd done nothing wrong into something so disgusting, smelly and worthless. Once he finally gets done, he takes some toilet paper and wipes himself clean before turning around to inspect the fine work he'd made of the griffon. Gyro was nothing now, worthless brown waste with a few feathers and bits of fur poking out. His bones were mostly ground up into powder. Nobody would be able to tell who or what the shit pile used to be. Aside from the beautiful peacock feathers which were now stained brown and half melted and the fur which was given the same treatment, it was all the same, except for the scales and fish bones which were scattered about. "Heh... you look a lot more attractive like this sun, even if you are much more disgusting." He then starts to slowly grope his pair with one hand while the other rubs his cock. He then sighs softly and relaxes as he rubs one out, soon covering the mess in his own white cum. Once he's finished showing how much he adores how good gyro looks as a worthless mess of former griffon and fish, he sighs before pulling the leaver next to the pit. Soon the mess is slowly pushed and washed away, and sent into a large hole at the bottom of the pit to the septic tank under the kea's mansion, which was filled almost to the brim with other griffon's and ponies who'd met the same fate as gyro. There he'd be forgotten, even by the kea who's enjoyed him so much, and nobody would ever find out what happened to him, or how he'd be turned into something so disgusting for the kea's pleasure.