Fratrinizing With a Sweaterbird

2 November 2015

18:24 Ruzeth gives Argyle a quick little kiss.

18:27 Argyle swoons and flutters, "Heh, thanks"

18:34 Ruzeth tries to catch the swooning birbg, but he just ways too much and slips through his hooves onto the ground.

18:40 Argyle hits the ground with a soft "thud" but doesn't seem to mind; continues to swoon regardless

18:42 Ruzeth gasps and drops down beside the griffon, nuzzling against him and prodding around. "Does this hurt? Are you okay? I didnt mean to do that..."

18:51 Argyle remains still a talon pressed to his forehead, looking rather dramatic, "Hurt? How could it every hurt?"

18:54 Ruzeth smiles down at the silly birb and then kisses him again on the beak before draping himself across his soft feathers.

18:58 Argyle grins and finally moves his talon to peek down at Ruzeth, letting out a soft coo when he pecked him again. Dropping a talon to the zebra's back he scritched lightly, "Saw right through me, huh?"

19:01 Ruzeth snickers and leans against the talon as it runs through his fur, arching up slightly like a cat. "Your'e not the first griffon I"ve met who has a thing for zebras~" He teases, flicking his tail back and forth making the rings jingle as they collide.

19:03 Argyle keeps skritching at the zebra, amused by his enthusiasm, "A thing for zebras? Don't get ahead of yourself boy; you're nice, but I'm just being playful~"

19:06 Ruzeth giggles and then shifts around on Argyle, laying in a 69 position with his head resting on the griffon's belly. His tail still flicks, drawing the hairs across the griffon's thrat and oocasionally giving him a view of the zebra's more intimate parts. "Just being playful? If thats what you insist sweaterbirb~

19:18 Argyle kept smiling, holding up his talon as the zebra shifted, then let it drop onto his lower back. He flinched the first few times the hairs tickled across his face, catching one of the rings eventually and turning it over in his beak, "You're not nearly as smooth as you think you are my stripey friend, but still nice none the less."

19:23 Ruzeth grunts slighlty as he feels his tail snag on somehthing and looks back to see Argyle had graped it in his beak. The stallion giggles a little bit and then stretches out further, bringing his hooves to rest off the griffon and settling down on his front. "I'm not smooth! I'm soft and furry~" he say and begins to rub his front hooves against the griffon's butt.

22:14 Argyle craned his head around trying to see what the zebra was up to when he felt that first contact on his rump. All he could really see was an expanse of white and black tail and fur, but it became clear pretty quick he was teasing. Shuffling a little the tiercel wiggled under the colt's touch, giving his tail a firm tug with a toss of his head, and placed a talon on one of his outstretched hindlegs, "Not at all what I meant, but that you definitely are. Soft, furry, and quite adventerous, aren't you? Laying on a griffon like that."

22:23 Ruzeth gently strokes them across the over the smooth toned rump when he squeaks, feeling himself slid backwards across the gryphon's furry belly. He slides his hid leg back and forth, feeling the sharp talon dig across his flesh. "Mmmm~ I just have heard that you're a little knotty and unlike another gryphon I know, stallions dont phase you~" He says with a giggle, wiggling his rump even more sensually now that argyle's head was lifting up his tail.

22:25 < Ruzeth> (sorry took a second to get back into the swing)

22:26 < Argyle> (Don't worry about it. I know I'm slow on a good day)

22:38 Argyle gave the zebra another tug as he squirmed, one which clearly told him to stay put. His view was filled with the colt's plot and his eyes lingered over the striped flanks and rump before following them in, down under the tail he held, to the prize nestled away further on. Hmm, he certainly seemed as gifted as any of his kind, the tiercel could appreciate that. Giving a soft chuckle whilst not moving his view the griffon tugged on Ruzeth's tail again playfully, "Oh, so my reputation preceeds me does it? That why you came looking for me?"

22:44 Ruzeth tenses at the next tug and and sucks in a breath, going still for a second and then relaxing once more. The zebra brings his hooves up off of Argyle's plot as it becomes more difficult to reach and instead gently brushes the inside of the tiercel's thigh. He shudders at the soft breath across his sensitive plot as argyle speaks and smiles to himself. He hadnt actually heard anything about Argyle, but he had a feeling this griff would want him. "Ummm...Yes yes it does. I hear you're quite interested in tasty zebra flank~"

22:57 < Ruzeth> (Boop)

22:58 < Argyle> (Bleh, sorry.)

22:59 < Ruzeth> (Ahh I see, you bit off more than you could chew xP)

22:59 < Argyle> (Shhshhshh :x)

22:59 < Argyle> (Little things like.. always spiral into big ones and I don't know why Dx)

23:03 Argyle wasn't entirely sure if Ruzeth knew what he was saying, the connotations when dealing with a griffon were.. sometimes dangerous. Finally releasing the zebra's tail he placed his other talon on the other striped hind and propped himself up on his elbows, the stallion sliding a bit further down him as a result. Peering curiously at the back of the equine's head he cooed, "Have you now? And what exactly, do you know about the tastes of a griffon, hmm?"

23:09 Ruzeth purrs as he feels himself slide down the tiercel's soft belly tilly his snout came to rest right between the start of the gryphon's legs. His snout rubs up against the fragrant sheath, which he nuzzles before then giving a cursory lick. "Well, I know that you're a proud race and thant only a hoofful of you will partake of us zebras." He gives his rump a little wiggle. "But I think you already said you were interested~"

23:31 Argyle trilled softly as the zebra nuzzled and licked at his sheath, the contact and warm wetness earning the colt a twitch from within in response. He was trying to play to the tiercel's pride, and he knew it, but at the same time he didn't exactly mind presented with the situation he was. Grinning some he leaned low and nipped at Ruzeth's rump then nibbled up his back a ways, huming as he picked up the zebra's wonderful taste, "It just means there's more of you for those few of us. Perhaps I am interested, but are you prepared for what might happen? I'm sure you know what you're getting into though~"

23:36 Ruzeth giggles as he hears the plasant noise and gives Argyle's furry member a little more attention with his tongue before leaning down and rolling the fuzzy orbs in his mouth. He startles as he feels the sharp nip, letting the sack fall from his mouth. His fur tasted a bit like cinnomin and nutmeg mixed with some other spices. "Oh dont worry~ You wont be the first tiercel I've taken~" He raises his plot up to the griffon's beak.

23:45 Argyle cooed again as the zebra licked him, the pleased sound morphing into a rumbling purr as he moved on to the tiercel's sack. The warm wetness was replaced by cold air when Ruzeth flinched but the griffon didn't mind, instead nipping and teasing his way back up, under the colt's dock and down the inside of one of his cheeks. Positioned as he was Argyle had no problem staying close when he briefly leaned away, staring down at that delicious rump before him. Licking his beak he chuckled softly, squeezing the zebra's legs in his grip, "Well we'll have to see how I compare, wont we? Hopefully I don't disappoint~" Leaning back in he opened his beak, licking a slow trail over the zebra's rump then moving down to tongue at his own hanging orbs. His beak wasn't as dexterous as the equine's lips, but he could make do~

23:51 Ruzeth gasps softly at each nip as Argyle plays his sharp beak across his sensitive dock and the delecate flush underneath his tail. He could feel the cool air on the wet trail as Argyle's tongue moves down his body to come to rest around his orbs. A pleasant sensation eminates through his nethers as teh zebra presses back, fitting his sack between teh open beak before returning to his own job. He takes the slowly plumping sheath into his mouth and sticks his tongue indised, playing across the pointed head.

00:06 Argyle worked over the zebra's sack as it dropped inside his beak, the hard surface almost cradling it as the tiercel's tongue explored. This close he was surrounded by the colt's musk, the scent heady and heavy in the air and it only drove the griffon on. Purring deeper his hips shifted as Ruzeth delved into his sheath the thickening flesh inside almost jumping at his touch, not used to being sought in it's home. Letting out a held breath the griffon covered the stallion's nethers in warm hot breath, tongue rolling the sizeable orbs around inside his beak as he revelled in Ruzeth's attentions. He might have been an eager boastful thing, but he was certainly more than adept when it came to griffon anatomy.

00:11 Ruzeth feels himself begining to plump out and extend from his sheath under the attentions of teh deft tongue taht rolled around the sensitive orbs. The occasional sensation of sharp edges only furthered his excitement. His hot humid breath makes it against the tiercel's pointed shaft as teh colt begins to pant from teh attentions. A soft moan escapes his lips as he takes the sheath all the way into his mouth and then using one hoof, he rubs the orbs against his belly.

01:01 Argyle stiffened when Ruzeth took in the end of his sheath his tip sliding free as his beak pressed in around it's full load, enough to be pleasant pressure but not painful. His talons gripped tight, claws just pricking at the colt's skin, but he soon relaxed and murred deeply, sliding one talon up to grip at his rump. At the same time as the zebra provided him with hot breathy pleasure he could feel something hard growing and rubbing along his chest, showing that he wasn't doing too poorly either. Giving a pleased hum he went back to work, licking and suckling those orbs as best he could before popping them from his beak to lick another wet trail up the inside of the zebra's rump. Nuzzling up under his partner's tail he eyed the tight ring set just below and murmured, the vibrations resounding into the soft flesh it contacted, "Mm, you certainly know your way around a griffon. Perhaps a reward is in order?"

01:11 Ruzeth lets out a soft moan as he feels Argyle getting just a tad rougher with his orbs, breathing hot warm air across the tip as it peaks out of his home. The zebra could feel the soft downy feathers tickling against his member as it slid from its home, leaving a little trail of warm pre in its wake. He tenses at the sharp claws as they dig into his fleshc, but welcomed it, pressing back against them. His tongue darts out and licks across the pointed head as he suckles, teasing at the gryphon and getting him prepared. He pulls off and gasps breifly as he feels the hard beak pressing against his pucker and then blushes as the gryphon speaks. "Yes~ I think I would like that~ And make it rough, black and white is drab, dont you agree?" He says with a giggle, letting his hot breath roll over the pointed shaft before he digves back down.

01:24 Argyle grunted as the colt teased his member enticing more and more of it out into reach, his hindpaws curling as that velvety soft warm tongue circled around his head. A grin worked it's way across his beak hearing Ruzeths reply and he let out a soft groan as the colt eagerly went back to sampling him, now having half of the tiercel to play with with more on the way. He shivered as the warmth of the pre soaked through his feathers, smearing a trail down his chest, and he nipped at the inside of the striped flank, pinching the plush flesh in his beak. The one leg he still held he gripped tighter, claw tips threatening to pierce the skin with any little movement, while his other talon raked a slow path down Ruzeth's flank crossing his mark, leaving spots of red in it's wake. Nuzzling back up under his dock the griffon worked his beak, sharp pointed ends digging into the sensitive flesh as his tongue made an exploratory pass around the tight pucker. This is where the apendage got a little cumbersome Argyle having to work his head this way and that, hard edges dragging, to reach and explore further with each lick. He managed though, tonguing in and around the colt's tailhole, leaving

01:24 Argyle warm strings of saliva hanging with each pass.

01:34 Ruzeth winces and gasps as he feels the sharp tooth of the beak threatening to peirce his flesh at the nip and squirms lightly before gulping greedily around the eager shaft as it fills out further into his mouth. He could feel it pressing against the back of his throat and tries to relax to take it deeper still. As the claws get tighter and even pierce the flesh he lets out a loud cry, a mixture of plreasure and pain as he feels himself overloaded with the sensations on his rump. Hot trickles of blood drip down his flank, forcing him against the other sharp talons. The zebra moans lewdly around the shaft as the tonuge presses against his puckered tail hole, sending powerful sensations through his body. THe beak cuts him as it moves, causing his warm blood to drip down, running along the gryphon's tongue, tickling his tastebuds with teh iron flavor. The zebra presses back agains tthe beak forcing argyle deeper into him as his stallionhood reaches full dripping mast.

01:45 Argyle clenched his eyes shut and groaned as his tip pressed into the back of the zebra's throat, the entire length surrounded in hot wet maw with rippling tightness at the back. He couldn't help but rock his hips, unsheathing fully as he did so, and forcing his tip and then some into the colt's throat right as he cried out. His claws dug deeper and beak pressed forwards more rivules of red welling up everywhere they went, and the metallic tang on his tongue reached to a more primal part of the griffon's mind. Letting out a rumbling mrowl he dug back into Ruzeth's pucker, trying to reach as far as he could down the tight passage, and ground himself up against the length of the shaft above him. A haze of musk, blood, and lust was forming over his mind and the tiercel gave the zebra's leg a possesive tug, not moving him any but making it clear that at that moment, he belonged to Argyle. Rolling his hips again, this time on purpose, he probed Ruzeth's throat with his member at the same time as he tongued his pucker from the other end, entering him from both ends at once.

01:46 < Argyle> (You make me pick words so haaard >.<)

01:46 < Ruzeth> (Huh? :P)

01:50 < Argyle> (Err.. poor wording. I always want my writing to be better when doing stuff with you guys.)

01:57 Ruzeth gags as the tip rocks forward and presses down the tight tunnel of his throat, but then after a reflexive swallow, all is well once more as he gets used to the feeling of fullenss. The zebra gives another desperate moaning cry, muffled by the thick flesh in his mouth as he feels the gryphon get more agressive and then thrusts down into the soft cream feathers in response. Steadily driping hot red blood flows over his fur, staining his white coat a bright shade of red before pooling and tainting the cream feathers underneath. He feels the tug and nods, submitting himself to the ferocious gryphon with an eager flick of his tail. He swallows around the shaft as it presses deeper, creating a small bulge in his throat as the knot presses past his lips. He pushes his hips back atains the pain, feeling the tongue pressing up against his prostate and sending powerful shivers through his body. His aching length drips and oozes its fluids in anticipation.

02:10 Argyle growled when the zebra took the entirity of his length into his muzzle, the feeling of teeth behind his knot earning Ruzeth more jerking thrusts as the tiercel's lower body took over. His tip slid back and forth in his tight throat, pre dripping and drooling right down the colt's gullet as the walls rippled around the griffon's length. Argyle churred as pleasure burned between his legs, a rising pressure and swelling of his knot signalling to both what was coming. For his part the griffon moved his red stained talon up to grip the zebra's tail, pulling it up and back with a firm tug as he gave a final lick before removing his beak and eyeing the saliva slicked blood stained opening. He had an idea, and the time seemed right. Holding Ruzeth as firmly as he could Argyle shut his beak after a cursory lick then pressed it back to Ruzeth's pucker, not stopping this time and instead slowly forcing the hard protrusion into the colt a ways. Giving his head a shake the griffon then forced his jaws open slightly against the tight walls pressing in around him, stretching the zebra, then darted forwards with his tongue again, seeking deeper into the other male than he had before. Warm

02:10 Argyle trickles of blood matted his coat along with the steady supply of the zebra's pre and Argyle purred as he imagined what they must look like, stained and burried in eachother. He was nearing his peak but he was determined to outlast the colt, bringing his hinds up around behind Ruzeth's head to hold him in place as he tried to push him over the edge.

02:19 Ruzeth gulps and licks as he feels the thick shaft bobbing around in his throat, the hot slick walls griping it tight around the shaft and massaging around the tip as it slides in and out with his teeth scraping roughly over the knot. THe zebra arches his hip in and out of the fur as he feels the pressure steadily building in his neathers from the overwhelming sensations going on back there. He gasps at the final deep lick and was wholely unprepared for what was to come. Soon he felt a large protrustion as the slickened beak presses in past his tight ring, the tooth dragging sharply through it. The zebra gives a steady whine and buck s alittle faster as he feels the beak opening up, streching him very wide and putting intense pressure on his prostate. His motions pick up against the soft feathers and then soon after he cries out muffledly, louder than he had before and his shaft quivers. Hot quite cum begins to spill forth from his twitching shaft as the zebra shudders, coating the gryphon's feathers in his fluid.

02:29 Argyle felt the stallion shudder atop him in more ways than one as he came, both orifices clamping down around the griffon inside him. Warmth splashed across his chest and belly followed by more and more as Ruzeth spent himself against the tiercel, trails of the thick fluid spreading and rolling down Argyle's sides, some even making it to his wings. Zebra quivering above him the tiercel gave into the rising tide in himself, releasing the pressure that had been building in his own nethers the whole time. Restricted though his beak was he let out a cry of pleasure, the high sound of a pird of prey morphing into roar as he came in the colt's throat. His knot swelling to it's full size thick ropes of seed shot into Ruzeth's throat, heavy and warm, as Argyle's legs hugged him tight flanks twitching, determined to spill his load deep in the colt.

02:34 Ruzeth fulfills everything and more that Argyle might have heard about gryphons as he continues to spill his seed onto the feathers, thoroughly coating his chest and wings in a thick slathering of the fluid, far beyohnd what a pony or gryphon normally could do, and the ever increasing pressure from teh roaring beak only spurs him onward. The sound vibrates his very insides hightening his pleasure and sending his heart racing faster as a small tinge of primal fear rises in him. He can feel the thick member swelling out, forcing his mouth open wide as the shaft begins to spurt its seed down his gullet, which he gulps down eagerly. THe zebra feels himself lost in a pleasurable haze as the sensations continue to roll over him.

02:46 Argyle made a good effort matching the zebra in volume, putting out more than he ever had, but would still fall short in the end. Not that the tiercel would, or could mind, sunk deep in the colt as he was and for the moment he went back to licking inside him at an almost frantic pace. Warmth spilled from his crotch rolling up his spine, matched by the still spreading pool of it on his belly, and a rumbling growl continued to roll from Argyle's chest as he twitched and shuddered under Ruzeth. Eventually he started panting, slowly falling from his orgasmic high, and let his head loll back finally pulling his beak from the zebra's abused pucker. A few more gouts of his seed painted the inside of that tight milking throat before they too eventually started to taper off, the last bit drooling from his tip, leaving Argyle panting and soaked beneath the colt. Idly his talons squeezed at what they held, one still on Ruzeth's leg, the other having drifted up to hold his rump, the pressure not drawing blood this time despite being firm. The tiercel lay there for a while, member still surrounded by the warmth of the colt's maw and throat, revelling in the spent glow that filled him and

02:46 Argyle feeling the mix of fluids drip slowly down his sides.

02:53 Ruzeth pants and shivers as he feels the rolling plreasure still rushing through his body as he pumps out the last of his seed and making a mess of both parties. Before Argyle is finished he finally goes slack, falling forward limply on the lenthgh and breathing hard around the thick rod, buzzing with a powerful afterglow, more so than he'd had in a while. He gives a loud hasp as the gryphon pulls his beak form his hole, leaving it gaping and giving the tiercel a good view inside as it slowly closes up. His throat squeezes, pulling the last of the seed from teh gryphon and filling up his belly wiht his spunk. Both of them are coated in white and red streaked liquid by the end of it, and as they lay in their haze, they're still tied together as the knot holds Argyle in the zebra's mouth.

03:02 Argyle blinked a few times up into nothingness, not really seeing just slowly coming back to himself, and felt his body gradually relax. His grip on the colt lessened, talons traveling up and through his blood streaked coat more gentley now, and his hinds unhooked from behind his head leaving some small room for movement. His heart was still racing and his whole body practically buzzed, small tingles of pleasure still sparking off in random bursts as he cock throbbed in Ruzeth's mouth. Giving his hips a few tugs he tried to free the blockage his knot pressing back against teeth and straining jaw before, finally, it popped free with enough force. Ruzeth would no doubt have a slight ache in his muzzle but he was free to speak and generally breath again now that the griffon's spire stood saliva slicked and gleaming just past his nose. Languidly Argyle's tail flicked as his mind waded through the thinning haze, things slowed by mingling scents of lust, seed, and blood that filled the air.

03:11 Ruzeth feels his jaw straining as Argyle pulls at it and after a few good thrusts it pops out, sliding past the teeth and leaving the zebra opening and closing his mouth a few times as he tries to readjust his jaw to no longer having that thick flesh in his mouth. He watches the glistening flesh as it moves back and forth in front of his snout, panting his hot breath on it. He shivers again as he feels the talons moving across his body, drawing patterns in the red upon his cheeks, gleaming in the light. A dumb smile returs to the zebra's face as he rollls over on Argyle so that he layed on his back and looks up to face the gryphon. The movement smears the pool of salty cum over his other half, rendering his black stripeds a dull grey. He meets the grpyon's eye with a faint smile and says through heavy pants, "Well...I was hoping for a good fuck, but that was pretty good as well~"

03:12 < Ruzeth> (Lets just hope the blood and zebra taste didnt trigger anything more primal :P

03:12 < Ruzeth> (He is well seasoned though :P)

03:13 < Argyle> (That he is and I mean, all of that can make a griff hungry~)

03:13 < Argyle> (You want it to go that route? I'm perfectly fine with it)

03:14 < Ruzeth> ( :P Ruzeth has gone to gryph crops before two, so he might not think anything of it till too late~)

03:14 < Argyle> (Heh, I'll take that as a yes :3)

03:14 < Argyle> (You want to attempt tonight or leave it for another time? Know it's getting late for you)

03:15 < Ruzeth> (We can continue~)

03:17 < Argyle> (Heh, alright)

03:25 Argyle isn't all there yet when Ruzeth shifts around and speaks, caught between mindsets, though he does manage to meet his eyes and half return the smile. His gaze slides down to the colt's cum coated middle, his stallionhood draped across his belly, lingering over the patches of read smeared throughout. The sight was.. appealing, to say the least, and the tiercel didn't notice as he licked his beak. To the zebra it no doubt looked like he was cleaning off the last of the blood that coated it but in reality Argyle had other things building in mind. Still for the moment he managed to mumble a reply while shifting beneath the colt into something closer to upright, "Yes that was.. good. Your kind is just as proficient, productive and.. delectable, as they always say.." His words trailing off the tiercel lifted a red stained talon, turning it over in the light to examing it's coating before bringing it to his beak to get another sample of the rich metallic substance.

03:33 Ruzeth watches the gryphon as he looks over the two of them, no doube examining the awful mess they'ed made of each other, though Ruzeth was certainly worse for wear with his red gashes, though the bleeding had mostly stopped by now. Still he was painted red and white with fluids, and their scents only added to his own wonderful smell which drifed up to the gryphon's nose. He watches and shivers as the tiercel cleans the blood...his blood off of his beak and then his talon and then nods at the muttered compliment. The words slured together a bit underneath Argyle's breath, but he was sure they were to good effect. THe zebra gives a nod and then lies there contentedly, gently swishing his tail back and forth, tickling the gryphons chest and causing his metalic rings to jingle together.

03:45 Argyle kept licking his talons clean, finishing one then moving onto the other. Ruzeth's blood was strong, delicious, it made the griffon want more. Soon though he had expended his ready supply and he paused for a moment, considering exactly what to do about the situation. Taking in a breath he consciously picked up Ruzeth's scent now, his eyes flicking up to the well seasoned colt. He looked.. different now, coated in seed and blood, the whole picture that much more enticing, and slowly the tiercel pushed himself up leaning forwards until his beak hovered over the zebra's midsection. There he sniffed around a bit, blowing a couple hot breaths over his spent member and sticky coat, moving this way and that until he ducked down, licking clean a small patch of white covered red. It was.. what he wanted. What he needed. The tiercel's gut turned over at the heady flavour, begging for more.

03:52 Ruzeth watches as Argyle continues to lick and clean off his own claws, glad that the tiercel wasnt wanting him to do that grisley work for him and shudders. He turns his head away as the bird finsihes cleaning off his claws, biting his lip. "I'll just uhh...leave you to that then..." When he feels Argyle lurch forward , lifting his rump up he turns back to look at the tierce once more and then laughs as the tounge searches down and begins to lick over his belly. The squirms lightly as the tongue tickles his sensitive flesh, though he tries not to move too hard, lest he disuade the tongue bath. "Oh~ Is the birdy going to make sure I'm all clean and ready to face the world?" He teases, laughing, and figuring that he'd be returning the favor in time.

00:49 Argyle licked again, and again, lapping up more of the tangy salty mixture with growing enthusiasm. Only belatedly he realized and responded to Ruzeth's words in an odd almost disjointed voice, a string of cum stretching from his beak back to the colt's belly, "Oh.. yes.. clean. You'll be.. clean." He felt dazed, but wasn't concerned by it. No, at that moment he only wanted more of the flavourful zebra and so without warning he grabbed both of Ruzeth's hinds and twisted him to the side, presenting a bloodied flank. Darting in again he licked and cleaned away the scarlet smears, heart pumping as his body demanded more of the rich flavour. It took him a couple of minutes to finish there but eventually he had and so the tiercel forcefully flipped the colt back onto his belly, now working back up over that plush rump leaving saliva matted fur behind.

00:51 < Argyle> (As always, just tell me if there's something you want from me)

00:58 Ruzeth giggles wildly as the tongue continues to to trace over his body, tickling across the flesh underneath his fur. The colt squirms and swishes his tail, making a pleasant jingle with his rings as Argyle goes to work. WHen it takes a moment for the gryphon to respond he tilts his head to the side and gives the tiercel an odd look. "Uhh...Argy? is everything alright?" He asks with a bit of concern in his voice. The stallion lets a squeak as he feels the claws dig into his flanks and wrench him onto his side where the tongue continues to quest over him. "Hey gentle! We've already done the rough stuff" He calls in protest, before relaxing once more, only to later get himself roughly flipped again. He griaces as he lays against the slickened feathers on his cleaned side and says, "Well...you just undid all of your work..."

01:12 Argyle worked quickly over Ruzeth's rump and flanks getting rougher as time passed, his tongue rasping through coat and tugging at his skin. When that supply was finished off he moved lower, back under the zebra's dock where the mess of their fun remained, and quickly cleaned that off too. The only thing left in reach was the marks on the colt's calf and the tiercel readjusted to get at those, holding both legs together on his chest. Giving his beak a last cleaning swipe he stared down across the expanse of black and white fur before him, eyes searching for more of the delicious treat but finding none. He paused a moment, addled mind attempting to process what to do, before a solution jumped the tracks. It was so simple; the whole treat was right there on top of him. His belly rolled again, letting out a low growl of displeasure at being ignored and teased for so long, letting the tiercel know he had misunderstood it's desire. It wanted something solid and zebra shaped. Slowly his eyes moved down to the hooves he tightly clutched, a new idea burning in his mind. Leaning down the tiercel gave a slow, experimental lick along one of Ruzeth's frogs; this was what he wanted.. right?

01:25 Ruzeth gives a soft steady whine as he feels the tongue crossing across his fur, licking harder and faster till the rough taste buds began to irritated teh flesh underneath, finding himself treated harsher than the tiercel would when he bathed himself. Still he takes a deep breath and tries to stifle his concerns as he feels himself slowly coming free of cum and blood. The zebra lets out a loud breathy gasp as he feels the talon lift his dock and then with a quick lick across his plot hole he gives a little whine. "O-oh my, ready for roudn two already are you?" Though instead of fun, he quickly finds the tiercel moving on to his scracted up rump, and winces ast he tongue cleans the gashes of the remaining wet blood. He gives a soft sigh as he feels Argyle pull back figuring that the gryphon was all done with him and then moves to get off. "I guess I'm all clea-eeep" His legs are grasped as he tries to stand up and instead he's rewarded with a lick across the soft inside of his hoof. The zebra casts a glance backwards to meet the gryphon in the eye with a curious glance. "I dindt knwo you were into hooves..."

01:26 < Ruzeth> (If you want semi willing prey you'll have to convince him that his intentions are fine, even if thats done by explaining just enough taht Ruzeth misunderstands. As I said, he's gone down to crops before~)

01:36 Argyle was caught in the middle of the act, stopping cold with his tongue still pressed to the soft sole of Ruzeth's hoof. There was a sort of strange twisted clarity as he blinked, turning his head to meet the zebra's curious gaze, the wheels in his mind turning as they processed the statement. Acting admonished he moved his beak a few inches away, looking between the hooves and the colt's eyes as he adapted his plan. "Hooves? Oh.. well.. yes, sort of," he offered in a slightly embarrassed reply, shuffling a bit before continuing, "And a.. bit more.." He licked over his beak, the zebra's tantalizing taste still lingering there, and ventured a question to guage his potential prey's flightiness, "You.. say you like griffons but have you ever.. been in one?"

01:37 < Argyle> (Buh, sorry for length. I really struggled there >.<;)

01:38 < Ruzeth> (Sorry for the length? I dont think I usually do much more than 2 splits anyways :P)

01:39 < Argyle> (I try and match..)

01:39 < Ruzeth> (You did just fine)

01:45 Ruzeth leaves his hoof still as he feels the tongue pressed still against his frog and watches the griffon. He narrows his eyes as he catches Argyle looking a little guilty at being caught and keeps his gaze right on his face. He relaxes as the tiercel seems to admit his odd fetish, but the perks again as he hears what he's actually proposing. The zebra feels a tad jolt of fear at the prospect of being consumed by this creature, but he shoves it aside. Ruzeth blushes a bright shade of pink that shows through the white stripes on his cheak and then gives a hesitant nod. "Well...Umm..." He turns his head away from Argyle bashfully, "There's this other gryph...who has a thing for uhh hunting me out in a little field and well...its a little...exciting." he answers in a small voice that becomes a squeak at the very end.

01:56 Argyle felt an internal knot dissolve upon hearing that admission; this could be easy then, though a struggling meal had it's own merrits. For now he played along though, perfectly happy to accept the gift he had been given. Clearing his throat he more readily met Ruzeth's eyes, letting his hunger show, following even as the colt turned away in his own fit of embarassment. Taking the opportunity he ducked down again and licked a slow trail across the untouched sole before rumbling a reply, "Well.. it's not a hunt or a field but.. would this be just as exciting? It's.. been so long.." He laid the longing and desire on thick in his voice, heaving a warm breath out over both of the zebra's hooves, practically drooling over him now.

02:03 Ruzeth feels another rumble of Argyle's belly beneath him and this time it registers in his mind, causing the zebra to shudder on top of his soon to be predator. He was feelign a little anxious and excited at the offer and as the tongue returns to his other hoof, it takes on a new meaning, giving the little pony buttterflys. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, shivering at the slick tongue, and remains there for long after the question is raised. He can feel a thick glob of warm slick drool plop down onto his flank and gives a viceral grimace. Finally the zebra reacts and gives the gryphon a shakey nod. "I guess...But only if you do it like you intend to keep me..." he says, his voice already shakey with his body's autonomous reactions.

02:14 Argyle grins and claps his slavering beak shut swallowing hard, audibly, and and goes back to those hooves. Now the zebra had a whole new shine to him in the griffon's eyes. Every stripe, every curve, sumptuous and delicious, his body just begging him to consume it. It was a game now, though, and he was going to play it well. Teasingly he licked across both hooves, slick tingling trail left on the soles, and let out a pleased hum as his belly rumbled again, asking after the flavour. Staying close, panting each breath so the colt could feel it, the tiercel replied, "Oh, I can do that. Keeping you.. is something I plan on, little zebra~" Achingly slow he opened his beak, tucking the tooth up over the front of Ruzeth's hoof and letting it play across his exposed frogs as he ran his tongue across the front and top of his hooves, tasting and lubricating his soon to be meal.

02:23 Ruzeth watches as the wet gulp forms a small bulge in the gryphons neck and gives a hesitant look, especially as it became quite clear that the tiercel was begining to eye him over like a piece of meatn and not a pony anymore. He felt a steady chill rising up in the back of his mind as Argyle slips so much into the role . The slick warm tongue reapplies a layer of wet spit, heating up the damp spots that had begun to cool in the cold air. The zebra knows he's forgetting something, but the moment of fear overwhelms him. He winces as those words sound incredibly authentic, triggering a primal part of his mind that begins to pump out a rush of adreniline through his body. The zebra is frozen as the tooth of the beak runs across the sensitive flesh, but soon he recovers and retracts his hoof away, suddenly realing what he'd forgotten. "Wait, so eager. You forgot the safe word...The safe word is peacock ok?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at his partner for confirmation.

02:35 Argyle was left with his beak hanging open, eyes flicking back up as the zebra tried to pull away. His grip tightened momentarily as he tensed but the griffon fought down the urge to simply pull him back into place. Blinking once he worked his jaw then gave a small, almost startled nod, "Oh.. right, right. Safeword, peacock. Got it." He was eager to get back to his meal, but he wanted to keep things unsuspecting as long as he could so the reveal would be that much sweeter. Repositioning Ruzeth's limbs with firm, if controlled movements he bowed his head in again, this time taking the hooves quickly to the back of his throat and swallowing them down not wanting a repeat should things get hastey.

02:42 Ruzeth could see down the open beak and the dark pink flesh that lay hidden behind dripping strands of gooey saliva and takes a deep breath. He lays like this for a couple seconds as it takes the tiercel a couple moments to process his request, keeping his glare on him the entire time. Finally Argyle repeats the safeword and he relaxes about the same instant as a forceful jerk pulls both his hindhooves together and then with a darting motion, Argyle envelops them in the hot slick tunnel. THe hooves rest against the back of the throat for only a moment before they are pushed back past the sphyincter. Ruzeth lets out a loud gasp and swishes his tail eagerly as he's pulled inside the beak. His tasty cum tainted spiced flavor tantalizes his tongue as his fur slides over it, though it felt less full wihtoug the blood from before.

02:56 Argyle let out a pleased huff as at last something solid was making it's way past his beak, the zebra seemingly placated by his acknowledgement. His tongue explored over furred calves as he swallowed again, the firm lump of Ruzeth's hooves in his throat causing the tiercel to shiver in delight as he granted his body's wish. He tried to keep a steady pace, not seem /too/ eager, but he could only do so much, each gulp being greedy and sucking down inches of his prey. His flavour was exquisite, spicey and salty, tangy, just a touch of sweet; at that moment he was the best thing the tiercel had ever tasted. His belly agreed, groaning and churning loudly just below the zebra and some part of Argyle's mind hoped he didn't clue into what was actually happening.

03:03 Ruzeth feels the hot breath as waft over his legs, causing the flick fur to shift in the air and flicks his tail in response, letting teh soft rings clatter gently against the gryphon's head. Idly he watches as his hooves make a rather large bulge in the tiercel's neck feathers and wiggles them, watching it move aroudn with each swallow. The tongue tickled lightly over his fur as he layed there, working the thick slimy goop into whatever it could reach. Steadily and gently he was drawn into the tunnel...and he began to realize this was doing nothing for him. He frowns at Argyle for a long time before finally saying, "Are you this gentle with all your prey? I'm just not feeling it...You're rougher with your partners than you are your food!"

03:13 Argyle had just finished working the colt's knees through his beak when the nagging query came down to him, pulling his eyes up off the stretch of fur just beyond his jaws. Not rough enough? What a demanding little.. Fine. If he wanted to be treated as prey so badly he was going to get the full experience. Meeting Ruzeth's eyes with his own he glared back, letting a low growl rumble in his throat as his talons darted out to snatch up the zebra's forehooves and pin them to his sides, claws scratching and drawing blood again. Clamping his beak down around his meal the tiercel jerked his head back, pulling more into easy reach, then lunged forwards, forcing more of the colt down his throat. Now he swallowed with gusto, turning and working his head, letting his beak drag and scrape where ever it went, the want taste of blood coming back to him again and spurring the griffon on.

03:24 Ruzeth watches as a shift in temperment overcomes the gryphon's demeanor, allowing himself to slip back into the role of a real predator. The rumble around his legs vibrates through his body up into his core, sending spikes of wonderful fear through his body that leave the little colt dizzy. When the claws dart forward and savagely force his forelegs to his sides , drawing new fresh red streaks of blood in his coat, he lets out a cry of pain, and yet at the same time he could feel his arrousal returning once more at this primal urge. And then that mercilous beak digs into his legs as he's quickly and forcefully gulpted down he feels a wonderful satisfaction at his treatment, thinking, 'now this is more like it.' His crotch swells further as Argyle's beak reaches his dripping butt as his hind legs are fully encased in the tight throbbing tube, sqeezing him down. His tail is forced painfully against his back, jingling with every quick jerk. Ruzeth pants harder now and soon Argyle would be able to feel his member begining to poke free of his sheeth when its drawn agains thte tongue.

00:30 Argyle was forced to slow down as he approached the zebra's rump, the plush expanse of fur and muscle that had been so appealing before now serving as an impediment to his feeding. Gaping wide he pushed the colt back firmly with his talons, rocking his head and swallowing hard around those trapped legs to try and pull him deeper, making slow but gradual progress. Soon enough the salty tang of seed hit his tongue and the tiercel pried open an eye to watch Ruzeth's tail bend upwards as his pucker slid into hard beak. It was gone in a moment, Argyle not stopping to savour the treat as he usually would, instead being quickly replaced with the musky hardness of the colt's growing arrousal. Deep within his chest the tiercel could feel the zebra's hooves pressing into the bottom of his crop, legs filling out his throat as the muscle rippled around them, and he swallowed again placing the tense sheath directly atop his tongue. The tiercel kept feeding but with his slowed progress it provided his tongue ample time to explore over the thickening flesh, teasing out every flavour he could find with it's rough textured length. A rumble of pleasure bubbled in his chest, the griffon pleased with

00:30 Argyle the delectable nature of his meal, his claws squeezing in painfully at the same time.

00:36 Ruzeth finds himself deep down in the fleshy tube, wiggling his rump as the muscles squeeze tight around him, painfully arousingly so. His member continues to flesh out till its once again full mast, poking and quivering against the slim tongue as it licks and curls around it. Sweet pre dribles from the tip as the plainly masochistic stallion enjoys his trip down the gullet. As his hips slide in past the sharp beak, leaving small cuts in them, his head pokes down into a slimy sack that smells qutie a bit like fish. His hooves reach and spread the slimy across his body as he nuzzles against the side walls. His hips thrust agaisnt the tongue pushing the member into it as the zebra lets out loud moans of pleasure. Around him he could hear the heavy beating of the griphons heart and the growl of a stomach ahead. This sends a primal fear through him, even though he knew he was perfectly safe. "Oh Yes~ Just like that! FEast on me~"

00:40 < Argyle> (Whoa whoa. Head first? I thought we had gone hooves first o.o

00:40 < Ruzeth> (Oh oops, yes we did >.<)

00:41 < Ruzeth> (By body I meant face :P)

00:41 < Ruzeth> (Head should arrive soon after forehooves afterall xP)

00:58 < Ruzeth> (Argyle?)

00:58 < Argyle> (Sorry, working on it

01:02 Argyle kept gulping the colt down, more and more slipping away into tight throat that clung and squeezed at anything that passed through it. His tongue danced and swirled around Ruzeth's erection, slicking with hot saliva as more of it's throbbing length was drawn into his beak. Soon the zebra's rump was squished down into his gullet, hind hooves slipping across the interior of the tiercel's crop as more was forced in after them, making a visible bulge in the plumage outside. Powerful gulps tugged at the griffon's meal as he ravenously worked away, soon the head of the colt's member being surrounded in the hot wetness of his maw, some of his length exposed to the rippling peristalsis as well. The tiercel was ignorant to the pleasure he was providing though, instead focused only on sating his own growing hunger which his belly growled out loudly again to make known.

01:08 Ruzeth wiggles and arches his hips, pressing them against the slippery insides of the gryphons mouth as the pleasnt sensations shoot up his body. THe little zebra lets out a loud moan between his pants, louder that the gryphons eager belly. His legs kick weakly in the air as he does his best to thrust and squirm, and the sensations are only hightened as the tight muscles of the throat squeeze down his from. Hot sticky saliva coats every inch of his body getting him well prepared for this journey. Soon all that was visilble of the zebra was his swishing hind tail, jingling and heavy with rings as he's pulled inside. His member is released fromt eh grasps of the throat, leaving him on the edge, though his hooves soon rise up to replace the sensations as he lays in a puddle of saliva and his own blood.

22:38 Argyle sighed as the familiar weight settled in his chest, the zebra filling and curling into his kneading crop, his talons aiding from the outside. The rings on Ruzeth's tail jingle with every move of the tiercel's head and he stares down his beak at the black and white hair, grinning as he tossed his head back, swallowing it down after a cacaphony of metal fills the air. He licks the inside of his beak, the mingling flavours of the colt's blood and his own natural taste lingering there, and he lets out a pleased hum even as his belly lets out a loud growl in complaint at still being empty. He can feel the zebra squirming around, no doubt pleasuring himself still, and chooses to use the distraction to take things further. Working his head up he rubs hard at his crop from the outside, the muscles clamping down and trying to force Ruzeth deeper, treating the zebra like any other meal that passed through it's slimy embrace.

22:45 Ruzeth feels himself curling into the tight slimy chamber as only the last ends of his tail remain outside of the eager beak. The muscles squeeze him into a tight ball as more and more of his body joins him in the slippery chamber, puffing out the feathers on his companion's chest. Soon his tail is gulped down with a loud jingle and his entire body is sealed away, and when the tail enters its slimy hairs immidiatly cling to his body. His hooves vigorously stroke at his throbbing shaft as every slimy movement seeks to overwhelm his mind with sensations until with a loud cry he begins to unload, spurting himself with thick ropy seed. In the throws of his orgasm, his body tenses up, making it difficutl for the gryphon to send him quite on his way yet, despite the clenching, though Ruzeth as well has yet to realize just quite what Argyle intends.

22:54 Argyle feels the pony writhe and shudder as he attempts to force him down, grunting in irritation as he tenses, the warm splash across the inside of his crop only possibly being one thing. Good, maybe if he was spent he'd go down easier, the cum would digest all the same, so the griffon didn't mind. Despite the resistance he keeps it up, determined to get the zebra where he belongs with the least amount of waiting, and eventually his persistance pays off, the sphinctre to the continuation of his gullet finding purchase on the colt's rump. It's only a slight tug, but he does get pulled in a bit, his curled form somewhat easier to manage despite it's obvious bulk.

22:59 Ruzeth continues to tense for each powerful wave of pleasure that washes through him, sending another stringy spurt until soon the zebra gives in to the contracting muscles, collapsing into a tight ball and panting with exhaustion. "Ooooh, that was good Argyle, I havnt had an experience like that in a while..." He responds through heavy breathing, taking in the fishy smell of the surounding crop. In his wonderful afterglow, he doesnt realize quite what's going on, and wiggles his hips to get more comfrotable, and unfortunatly pressing himself a little deeper down that fleshy tube.

23:03 Argyle is rather focused at the moment and cant mustre much in the way of a reply to the zebra's compliments. Not that it mattered anyways, he was food now, and the experience was going to go far more than he had bargained for. No doubt with all the slimy saliva coating his insides the colt's cuts were going to start to sting now, which was nothing of what was to come. The tiercel swallowed again, Ruzeth's hips being tugged down into the tight tunnel after his convenient repositioning. Another rumble echoes up from the tiercel's gut, audible over the loud thump of his heart swell of his breathing, and wet squishy sounds that surrounded the colt.

23:09 Ruzeth feels another contraction squeeze hard against his cuts, causing a pain that shocks him out of his afterglow a little sooner than he'd anticipated. He pulls at his legs as he notices that they're no longer curled against him and instead are stretching down a large tube and the gryphon's heart seems to have picked up its pace with the exhurtion. He blinks and pushes a hoof on the sides of the crop to try and help extract himself from this sitauation, making it a little more difficult for the gryphon to draw him inside. "Uhh Argyle! I think you need to spit me out! Your crop is trying to send me too far along and I'm not food! We were just playing right?"

23:16 Argyle growls a little as a hoof makes a visible outline through his bulging feathers, pressing a talon back against it, trying to remove whatever purchase the trapped colt could find. His heartrate has picked up as he strains to swallow down Ruzeth, crop pressing in tight around him as the tunnel squeezes and tugs at his legs. Soon his hooves emerge into a sweltering space though there's still a lot to go. Live prey was always so wonderfully filling, but this part was always so troublesome. Regardless the griffon was committed and he couldn't do anything but continue to gulp, rings of muscle gradually working their way up the zebra's flanks.

23:21 Ruzeth feels himself losing his hold as the talons press back against his hooves, forcing them inline with the slick surface and before he can react they get lodged in the tight sphincter that was pulling at the rest of his body. The colt lets out a frightened squeal as he feels his hooves pressing down into the next chamber and flails hard, trying to break free of the tight tunnel. He could hear the squelchign movements of the crop pressing against his slick fur as he's moved further down, much quicker now that he was lined up perfectly with the crop exit. His ears fold down at the growl and he whimpers, getting the idea that the gryphon meant this. "Wait! No dont do this argyle! I thoguht we had something? I thought we were friends!"

23:27 Argyle lets out something of a sigh, feeling the process ease as Ruzeth's hooves were finally trapped in his gullet, the second length of esophagus working mostly on it's own now. His crop still works though, pressing in against the colt as more and more of him is sucked from the chamber until it was only pressing in against his face, slimy walls grinding against his muzzle. Deeper within the griffon his hooves dropped lower and lower until they hit belly wall, making visible bulges from the outside that the griffon canted his head to watch, a purr rising from his chest again as his meal visibily drained into his belly. He could feel as more of Ruzeth was pressed inside, the normally svelte figure gradually distending around the colt trapped inside, hugging tight against his form. Soon his head is forced from the fishy smelling crop as well, making the quick trip down before being squeezed into the acrid chamber that held the rest of him, the scent there unmistakeable. The little bit of acidic slime that was left there rubs against his wounds and stings, though the chamber is largely empty of any further juices at the moment.

23:34 Ruzeth pushes his hooves against the sides of the walls, trying to extract them from the tube as each contraction pulls him deeper and deeper. Soon he's chest deep in the tube, and can feel his rear hooves pressing against the back of the slippery second chamber as he struggles with all his might. The fleshy walls press into his head as they force him further down, filling his mouth with a foul tasting slime and forcing him to sputter and cough rather than continue to cry out for Argyle to let him out. The first ring closes around his snout, leaving the pony well beuond the reach of Argyle's controllable muscles now, and a few seconds later he spills out into the stomach completly. The powerful sour smell reaches up to his nostirls and burns his nose as he takes a breath of the foul air, causing him to gag and wretch from the terrible scent. Paniced painful noises escape his moutha s the stinging in his marred coat begins to get worse, a little taste of what is to come for the poor little zebra. "Argyle! Why? I thought you were just going to keep me there for a bit! I'm not prey! Spit me up this instant please! I'll do anything!" He shouts as he feels the muscles squeeze and knead into his body, pressing hard against his form which creates nice lumpy bulges in his stomach that move with his wiggling.

23:42 Argyle lets out a pleased groan as the zebra spills into his belly, the coat and muscle swelling out above him, forcing the tiercel's hindlegs to splay out around it's bulk. Looking rather pleased with himself Argyle leaned back on one talon the other patting the top of the lumpy squirming bulge Ruzeth made, his face screwing up for a second as a pocket of air worked it's way back up his throat, the tiercel letting out a rather crass belch. His mind was addled, glowing with predatory glee as his belly signalled it's thanks for a substantial meal with a low growl, the walls excitedly rubbing in against their occupant, a little pool forming at the bottom of the chamber. He hears the colt's muffled words rather easily but finds himself in a bit of an odd situation: part of his mind wants to reply, and part doesnt. Food wasn't supposed to talk after all. Somewhere, in the very recesses of his mind, an even smaller currently suppressed section was crying out against what he had just done, but instinct was currently much stronger. Eventually he does settle on a response, having watched the shape move beneath his coat for a while, "Anything? Hm, well, there is one thing you could do for

23:43 Argyle me..." His tone seemed a little... off, his voice carrying an almost dreamlike euphoric quality to it that, even though it had to filter through belly wall, Ruzeth would still be able to hear.

23:52 Ruzeth pushes back against the talon with his body as he feels the point pressure on his back, flailing around in the chamber to signal his displeasure with teh current situation. The stomach suddenly contracts around him as he hears a loud burp coming from the tiercel's mouth, forcing his ball into an even tigher position. The zebra lets out a little whimper as some of the precious oxygen is purged out of the chamber. Despite his struggels he could feel the plush walls pressing and squeezing over his form, pulling at his coat and rubbing against his flesh as the stomach churns around the full belly . His legs kick against the soft flesh, finding the walls give for just a second before another powerful contraction forces his strained body back into a helpless ball. There didnt seem to be any way out and his heart was sinking fast. The only relpy he seems to get from his companion is the steady gurgling of the belly as it squelches and growls around him and the steady beating of his heart No, he couldnt die like this. He had too many important things to do to wind up as just some food for a hungry gryphon. He can feel fluids begining to build around his back in the deepest part of the stomach, steadily growing around him. Suddenly his ears perk, at least metaphorically since there's not enough room for him to actually do so, as he hears Argyle finally reply to him after what seems like ages. "Yes, tell me! Anything to get out of here." He says frantically, though it sounded like his captor was enjoying this way too much and wasnt really paying attention to him.

00:05 Argyle chuckles as the zebra struggled desperately within him, shape clearly outlined through clining belly fur. Hefting himself up the tiercel put both talons to the mound of his belly, rubbing ever so slightly as he huncher, placing his beak just above the wriggling flesh. The sounds of an eager stomach were loud here, though no doubt deafening to Ruzeth, and he had to speak up to be heard over the cacaphony, "If you want to get out, then all you have to do is... digest~" Another, darker, chuckle escaped the griffon as he leaned lower to nuzzle at the trapped colt before rolling onto his side, curling around the lump in his middle so that he could watch his gut distort with each movement he made. Ruzeth would now more or less be in an "up" position, with the griffon having shifted around him, which would buy extra time as the caustic juices slowly crept up around his rump, stinging harshly wherever they found opening.

00:17 Ruzeth stops his struggles for a couple moments as he awaits Argyle's reply, holding his breath and straining his ears to hear what the gryphon was offering as a bargaining chip. He shifts around slightly as he feels himself jostled by the gryphon's movements and then squirms around as the talons dig into his form, causing him to shift and move as the blunted points press uncomfortably into his flesh, even more so than the already tight stomach was doing. The steady gurgling fills hes ears as the organic sounds of his captor overwhelm any other noises he might possibly hear from outside. That laughing sounded incredibly dark and inhospitble causing the little zebra to feel his heart sink. Finally the prison seems fit to offer him an explanation of the situation, and he was absolutly stunned with the response. Digest? He couldnt hae heard that right, but the powerful chuckle is deafining around him, causing the stomach to vibrate and shift him around inside of it. The colt resumes his frantic movements once more, pressing his hooves into the flesh and trying to give argyle a stomach ache, even if the movements really amounted to a belly rub. He squeals as he feels the beak pressing against his form and pushes up trying to hook his furred flesh on it. Once more he's rolled aroun and he feels the pool settling along his tail with his head up at the top of the stomach, granting him temporary relief from his cuts except wihere the churing splashes fluid on his open wounds. Each time, a sharp gasp leaves his mouth and he winces hard enough that the tensing can be seen through the bulge. Steadily it builds back up to where his cuts are under the fluid once more. "No! No you cant do this to me! We're friends remember? This was just supposed to be a little fun! I'm not food! You cant digest me!" Though really their extent of their contact had certainly been only this encounter. Little had Ruzeth known that the gryphon who reccomended Argyle to him had been paid a hefty sum to direct little ponies to this bird.

22:27 Argyle could see every little move and twitch the zebra made outlined through his coat; all of it like an entrancing dance to the griffon, the music the gurgling of his eager belly. Despite his shift in position Argyle's talons never left the wriggling lump, one draped lazily around the bottom and one resting on "top", right where Ruzeth's head was. At the colt's desperate cries he grins wide, gazing at the shifting flesh through half-lidded eyes and giving a few condescending pats to the equine turned meal, quipping, "Awh, but I can! We /were/ friends, but then I got hungry. You were too tasty for your own good really, though I promise I'm really enjoying you~" An exceptionally loud groan rumbles out from his middle and the tiercel see's his gut tense, frowning a bit before a loud lewd belch works it's way up, the chamber contracting around the zebra and half submerging him in the stinging fluids. Once it's passed Argyle idly licks his beak, enjoying the last bits of Ruzeth's flavour that lingered there, his belly relaxed again though the fluid was much higher than before. It's walls squish and rub against the meal he had provided, kneading and rubbing at the zebra in a way that

22:27 Argyle would have been almost pleasant if it wasn't for the fact they were trying to break him down.

22:45 Ruzeth could feel the heavy weight of ht eclaws pushing down on his head, threatening to foce um under the liquid and prodding him in odd places as the bulges getnly graced his outline, pressing under his jaw and other locations on hi sbody. He shudders in the dark slimy chamber as he feels the pats on the outside of his form and then gives a half hearted kick in response. "Y-y-you cant just e-eat your f-friends. You n-need to cough me up r-right now. I'm not enjoying this. I'm not enjoying...you." He protests weakly, feeling tears welling up in his eyes and interspersing his speech. THe zebra seemed emotionally hurt by Argyle turning on him, despite their short aquaintance. He lets out a squeak as the stomach presses tight around him before another large belch echoes in his ears, drowning out the frightening gurgles for the duration, and leaving his ears ringing for even longer. In the violent squeezing, the bitter bile rises up to cover his face and his eyes, getting its juices in his ears and up his nose, leaving those stinging as well. Some makes its way into his mouth, causing him to make a face and sputter as he tastes its bitter flavor, and ther's even hair in it which sticks to his tongue, no doubt his own. As the stomach relaxes half a minute later he gasps for air, breathing deep of the sour acrid space that burned his lungs on the way in. It was getting more difficult to stay afloat in the higher liquid, as the stomachs churning kept plunging him underneath, all in all leaving him tired and light headed as his body burned. "No...please...you gotta let me out..." he begs, sounding on his last limb.

22:45 < Ruzeth> (Sorry for long wait, had to reaquaint myself)

22:46 < Argyle> (Don't worry about it!0

22:56 Argyle had an almost dreamy smile on his beak as he subjected the little zebra to such cruel treatment, the griffon's mind obviously addled, though he had partially expected that. This wasn't the first meeting that had ended this way, after all. He chuckled again, this time much softer and more weary, rubbing almost lovingly over the bulge that Ruzeth made. "Ahh, but were we ever really friends, little one?" he asked with a shake of his head, belly growling it's own response though it hadn't been asked, "Mm, no, you're going to stay in there and gurgle for me, but a little bit more squirming would be nice. Perhaps if you had more air? Or maybe you've had enough. You've been wonderful so far, so I'll let you choose~" The tiercel really had no interest in the answer he got, mostly just toying with the audibly dazed and sobbing zebra at this point, trying to pull what last bits of fun he could out of the situation.

23:04 Ruzeth shudders and goes still as he feels the sudden change in rubbing against him, his sad hazy mind making it very difficult to for him to quite process all that's going on, especially during the constant churning assault of the stomach. The tigher chamber made it all that much more difficult fo rhim to move and squirm inside the cruel gryphon, and his lower half was practically on fire, probably already stripped of his fur. "But...but you just said we were...and I said we were...Of course we are!" he responds in that way where one couldnt beleive otherwise, no matter the cirucmsntances. He can hear the groaning getting even louder as the stomach pushes into high hear. It takes him a second to respond to the question as another powerful squeeze forces him below the suface. He's feeling a little oxygen starved now and knows he doesnt want to die. "No dont! I dont want to gurgle! Just let me out! Dont...Dont let me die..." He says, bursting into a heavy sob as he finishes, making more noises but being largely incohernet.

23:12 Argyle sighs almost disappointedly as the colt descends into a fit of tears, having hoped for a more violent fight from the start. Still, he sucks down a little more air, just enough to perk Ruzeth up a bit, and continues rubbing while his belly growled ominously. The tiercel pulled one talon away, propping his head up while he spoke, "Shh shh, it's okay, don't cry. Food doesn't cry. You just haven't realized that yet, it's alright~" He was really pushing now, likely seeming evil to the colt submerged up to his chest in swirling acid and surrounding by churning walls, what seemed like fun quickly turning deadly.

23:23 Ruzeth 's sobs get quieter as he getss more and more light headed when another light burst of air comes in, rejuvinating the toxic chamber for a short while longer. A couple breaths is all it takes before the zebra is back to somewhat coherence. He feels a bit of anger building in himself at the gentle cooing and consoling, telling him to just give up and parish. THe zebra kicks again a little harder, though he lacks the strength to get out. "Spit me out! You monster, let me go!' he cries out feebly, banging his hooves on teh side of the stomach. "You cant do this to meeeee....." He shouts, rising as much as he can despite the pain.

23:24 < Ruzeth> (Something like 'nobody is gonna miss a zebra' might be fun :P)

23:31 Argyle is rewarded for his efforts with another burst of energy, sitting back with a satisfied smile as indents of Ruzeth's hooves pockmarked the surface of his belly, the chamber quiet almost as though leaving room for him to speak. Rubbing circles over the mound of fur and flesh he grins and arches a brow in amusement, enjoying the show as Ruzeth caused the chamber to rock and sway, splashing himself with the caustic liquid within. He laughs again, somewhat contemptuously and says back, "Heh, I'm pretty sure I can, given where you're sitting right now. It wasn't even all that hard really." Watching the bulge shift and wriggle he waits for just the right moment, spying the outline of the colt's head, and pressing a talon to where his nose is, booping him from the outside. "It's not like anyone is going to miss a single little slutty zebra. I'll bet they wont even realize you're gone!" he adds, sucking down another bit of air; just enough to give Ruzeth space to breath, but not enough to fill his gut any further.

23:40 Ruzeth feels the stomach shift around him once more as Argyle moves to sit back, squirming and flailing until the show begins to slow down as fighting againt the powerful stomach wall was proving to be a diffucult challenge, and each motion required quite a bit of effort. He was starting to pant and sweat in the sweltering chamber, finding the humid air very difficult for cooling off. The zebra feels a push against his nose, rendered painful by his long stay in the caustic chamber and stops moving for just a second. His mind tries to comprehend and figure out some way Argyle is wrong but it just cant. He doesnt recover until a well timed squeeze of the stomach plunges him once again into the liquid, which now felt a lot thicker as parts of his body joined the soup. He comes back up to the surface for fresh air after having swallowed a mouthful of the bile. Now even his insides were hurting. He certainly didnt have much longer. "Somepony...somepony...my boy friend! He'll miss me...the guards will find you..." he says, though the guards were not very good about investigating issues where zebras were the victims. Ruzeth certainly didnt have long left, but he was still trying to escape.

23:53 Argyle hiccups followed by another burp, this one wet and carrying a fair amount of fur, the griffon glancing down curiously and noting how his belly was no longer clinging perfectly to the zebra's outline. Ah, things were moving along. Giving a mental shrug he shook the clinging strands of hair from his talon and have his gut one last pat before rolling onto his back and folding his talons behind his head with a sigh. "Mm, he'll probably just forget in time, and the Guards, well, I'm not worried about them. They don't hassle griffons; even pudgey ones," he says almost disinterestedly, his eyes feeling heavy as blood rushed to his stomach walls, the roils of digestion starting up again as the fluid rose to Ruzeth's neck. Craning his neck to look down at the dome of belly that obscured his lower half the tiercel crooked a wing and gave it a shake, able to hear it's contents slosh around the colt, no doubt thickening with him in there. Argyle yawned and blinked a few times, keeping his gaze on his gut as he spoke, "I'm going to take a nap now. You were a good lay, but a far better meal. I promise I'll wear you well; better than you ever could, really." That said the tiercel lay

23:53 Argyle back, eyes half open as he listened to the roar of digestion that filled the air, the chamber working faster and faster, the acids creeping up and up until the zebra would be left with only a small pocket of foul air; just enough to take a few last sips before being submerged for good.

00:10 Ruzeth gives a soft panicked yelp as the muscles squeeze in around him even tighter as the stomach rumble with yet another loud burp. There's only a small pocket of air left now, and the zebra has to tilt his head up to keep his muzzle in the tiny pocket that remains, and each shift causes him to take on liquid instead of a breath. He coughs hard into that pocket, only to find himself submerged breifly by the shifting of the stomach around him when his captor lays down. He panicks and squirms, taking near a minute to find a breath once more. He gives a squeak of fear at Argyle's explanation, but at this point ha grown far to weak to make any more protests, so the only other noises Argyle gets in repsonse are the steady squelching and gurlgingl fo his gut churning up the meal inside. Another slosh plunges him under for a bit as the thick liquid squishes around him until finally it settles down enough for his wiggling form to find the pocket once more. "No...please" is all the zebra gets out to his last words, barely audible above the noises of the stomach hard at work. WIthing anothe rminute that air is exhuasted and the zebra's body falls down into the juice, twitching, but no longer moving with any real sighns of life as he's regulated to a delicious chunk of meat, his rightful place in the animal kingdom.

00:24 < Ruzeth> (Oh uhh can I request argy wears a couple of his gold rings in his crest?)

00:24 < Argyle> (Oh! Sure thing!)

00:36 < Argyle> (FFfffuuucking Hexchat)

00:37 < Ruzeth> (Dont tell me it just crashed!

00:37 < Argyle> (It did, though I had part of the post saved to clipboard. Not a total loss)

00:39 Argyle had stopped watching, but felt the moment when Ruzeth gave his last, the remaining twitching far different than that of a live meal. Drawing a breath the griffon let out a pleased sigh feeling full and sated, the churning roil coming from his gut making him feel warm and heavy; perfect for sleeping. Before he can drift off however, one last pocket of air works it's way free and he lets out a final smaller burp casting grey and white strands of hair up into the air, some landing back down upon his chest. Past that it doesn't take him long to drift off to sleep, remaining sprawled and stained where he was for hours and hours while his body worked diligently on the massive chunk of meat he had given it. When at last he would wake up, bleary and almost unrested, the tiercel would find a still noticeable swell in his middle, a poke with a talon earning give and a thick glorp, whatever was left of Ruzeth a thick soup at that stage. Stretching out hard he licked his beak and rolled onto his front, squishing the sludgy lump beneath him before dozing off again.

00:39 < Argyle> (That's just part one, I'm attempting to avoid another crash)

00:50 < Argyle> He didn't wake up again for a few hours, finally rousing when the moon was high in the sky with a yawn and a large cat-like stretch before sitting up. Blinking a couple of times and looking around the tiercel then peered up at the moon with a slight frown, realizing he had slept far longer than he had expected, but it was only momentary as he knew he had nowhere to be for a while, so he could still get

00:50 < Argyle> back without rousing suspicion. He rolled his shoulders and shook himself out, feeling noticeably heavier than he had before and a quick look revealed an extra definition to his form that hadn't been there before; one that he had to admit looked rather nice. Smirking Argyle then felt a familiar pressure in his chest and ducked his head, retching a few times before a lump fell between his talons with a

00:50 < Argyle> sloppy thud, the moonlight revealing it to be a slimy mass of undigested fur and bone, with the white fur almost indistingishable from the bones that dotted it, and the black bits like eerie shadows. He turned it over appraisingly, at one point finding a single empty eye socket staring back up at him, and was about to roll the pellet away behind a bush when a glint caught his eye. A minute's digging rewarded him with four of the gold rings that the zebra had worn woven into his mane, and he had the feeling these

00:50 < Argyle> wouldn't be the last ones he'd be seeing in the coming days. Still, they were the cleanest he was likely to find and after a quick wipe in the grass he lifted both talons and took a moment to slip them over some of the feathers in his crest; a nice adornment to the standing feathers, as well as a nice trophy from the whole ordeal. Now he was ready to go, and with an amused snort he looked back down at

00:50 < Argyle> that staring socket and said, "Told you I'd wear you better Ruzeth~" before flicking the messy ball off out of sight, and heading the opposite direction, back towards the road he had strayed from a day ago, albeit with company.