Teaching Your Own Demise

3 November 2015

16:29 < Serilde> What's up? :D

16:30 < Borealis> Not much, being greedy

16:31 < Serilde> this fierce predator might be too much for a little filly~

16:31 < Serilde> But I could certainly play more if you wanted~~~ I thought about asking but pinata pone wanted you :B

16:32 < Borealis> Maybe, but couldn't she teach the filly~?

16:32 < Serilde> teach teh filly?

16:33 < Serilde> She'd totally be indignant about having to watch a foal :B but she'd do it if she was tasked with protecting her on a journey or something :B

16:41 < Borealis> Wouldn't know how to start that one!

16:42 < Serilde> I just mean does that sound interesting? I certainly could start something

16:44 < Serilde> If you wanna nom a griffon, you'd have to learn how to tie them up first :P I could set something up to that effect too.

16:45 < Borealis> Oh, I wouldn't mind going on a little adventure! Could help me work on Borealis' history and such too

16:46 < Serilde> then...did you want noms? :P

16:46 < Borealis> Maybe >.>

16:47 < Serilde> Sounds good~we'll turn this griffon into plot fat and fertilizer in no time~

16:52 Serilde looks through their supplies again and sighs. They were over a week from the next town and this annoying little filly had gotten into their food supplies yet again it seems. She'd eaten her stash of dried fish she kept as a personal treat. With a sigh, she closes the bag once more after retrieving a meager amount of rations and then grabs some rope. Night was closing in, and they were preparing for camp. The griffon stalks up to the little filly who was laying by the campfire and takes a seat next to her. "Well here's your dinner..." she says, hoofing over a dried biscut with some jelly on it. She takes her own meal and begins to eat as well, feeling her stomach rumbling. It certainly wouldnt leave her satisfied, but it was the best they could do at the moment.

17:07 < Borealis> (Crashed)

17:08 < Serilde> (need a repost?)

17:10 < Borealis> ( Yeah...)

17:10 < Serilde> 16:52:42 Serilde looks through their supplies again and sighs. They were over a week from the next town and this annoying little filly had gotten into their food supplies yet again it seems. She'd eaten her stash of dried fish she kept as a personal treat. With a sigh, she closes the bag once more after retrieving a meager amount of rations and then grabs some rope. Night was closing in, and they were preparing for camp. The griffon stalks up to the little filly who was laying by the campfire and takes a seat next to her. "Well here's your dinner..." she says, hoofing over a dried biscut with some jelly on it. She takes her own meal and begins to eat as well, feeling her stomach rumbling. It certainly wouldnt leave her satisfied, but it was the best they could do at the moment.

17:31 < Serilde> Boop?

17:59 Borealis looks up from the fire just as Serilde walked up, an innocent smile on her face that quickly forms into a pout. "That's all...?" She asks, glancing at the meager portion.

18:27 < Serilde> (sorry about that. Things blew up as you might ahve noticed. Are you stuill up for this?)

18:33 < Borealis> ( Yeah)

18:37 Serilde gives a little nod as she crunches on her breat before gulping the bit down. "Yes, I'm afraid that's all because some little filly got into our food, for teh second time I may add, and ate the majority of our provisions. We're still a couple days out from a place to restock." The grifofn takes a second bite, finishing off her bit of ration.

18:55 < Serilde> (boop?)

19:33 < Borealis> ( Crashed again >.<)

19:35 < Serilde> Serilde gives a little nod as she crunches on her breat before gulping the bit down. "Yes, I'm afraid that's all because some little filly got into our food, for teh second time I may add, and ate the majority of our provisions. We're still a couple days out from a place to restock." The grifofn takes a second bite, finishing off her bit of ration.

19:42 Borealis huffs, managing an indignant look as she bites into the hard biscuit. "I can't help it if I'm hungry... You just didn't bring enough food!"

19:45 Serilde snorts and then narrows her eyes at the mare. "I didnt realize that you'd be eating for 4 ponies." She turns back and stares into the fire, playing with a rope in her claws. "Still, at least you seem to be willing to eat meat unlike those squimish kinfolk of yours. You can either dine on pine needles, or learn how to make some snares."

19:59 Borealis flicks her ears back. "Well I didn't know I was supposed to not eat as much... I've never had a problem staying full before!"

20:02 Serilde huffs and twiddles the rope around before turning back to give the filly a glare. "I told you that I was in charge of the food, and htat you would eat what I gave you and not any more."

20:06 Borealis stuffs the last half of that biscuit into her mouth, chewing messily. "Mnf... But I wasn't expecting so little each time... Would it help if I said I was sorry?"

20:10 Serilde shakes her head and responds, "Not really. Sorry isnt going to get us more food. Maybe if we're lucky we can snare a couple of rabbits or something though. So...do you want to eat pine needles, or learn to use rope?"

20:14 Borealis groans. "But both of those are work..." She whines. "But pine needles hurt my tongue, so... I guess I'll try learning about rope."

20:18 Serilde gives a small smile at the mare and then scoots over so that she's next to her. She gives one rope to Borealis, draping it over the filly's hooves and then picks the other up. She holds it out infront of borry and steadily explains how to make the proper knot, giving a demonstration.

20:19 Borealis frowns and sticks out her tongue as she tries to follow the instructions, getting herself hopelessly tangled at least three times... Somehow! "Uuugh! This is harder than you make it look!"

20:21 Serilde untangles it each time and frowns at her charge. Finally she takes boreal's rope in her talons and when Borealis grabs it with her magic, Serilde slowly goes through the motions of how to tie the knot, making sure she coudl feel the motions. THen the griffon unties it again. "See, its easy, try again."

20:24 Borealis wiggles a little bit at the admittedly weird feeling of someone manipulating something she was using magic on... But after only one more tangle, this time around her muzzle, she manages the knot within acceptable deviation... Not perfect, but useable!

20:26 Serilde gives a nod of satisfaction as Borealis gets the knot right and then gets up to her feet, leading her over to a tree. "Good good, Now we'll use that knot to make a simple snare trap, so that maybe we can catch us some food."

20:28 Borealis nodnods, proud of her new skill! "Okay! Just... You'll show me how, right?"

20:30 Serilde nods down at the little filly and grabs a branch, explaining and demonstrating how to set up the snare, and telling her how it works. Once its all set up, and she's done explaining, she bumps the pony into it purposefully, causing Borealis to fling into the air and hang by a front leg.

20:32 Borealis yelps! And as she bounces upon that branch, she sputters and grumbles all the worst names a filly could come up with... Which is impressive in length, but not terribly offensive.

20:35 Serilde snickers as she watches the filly bounce up and down before coming to rest. The griffon smiles and nods, "So, do you think you got it?" She asks, resting a talon on the flesh of the dangling filly.

20:40 Borealis huffs and wiggles around. "Can I get down if I say yes?" She grumbles, the only thing keeping her from kicking at Serilde being that talon

20:49 Serilde rolls here eyes. "You'll get down either way. Just tell me if you think you understand how you got it, or If I'm going to need to demonstrate again. I wont push you this time though."

20:57 Borealis nods a couple times. "I think so... Yeah. I'm pretty sure I could... Can I get down now?"

21:01 Serilde smiles at the mare and gently lets her down, untying the rope and setting her on the ground. She gives the unknotted rope to her and gestures at the tree branch. "Now you go ahead and try it."

21:03 Borealis wiggles her hoof a few times and nods, snatching up the rope and rushing over to the tree, a little clumsy as she sets the trap

21:05 Serilde grits her beak as she watches the mare get everthing set up, and she isnt sure if it is going to work. Still once the litte filly is all together, she grabs a branch and bumps it into the snare to observe.

21:14 Borealis giggles softly as the snare snaps, snatching the stick and flinging it into the air. "I did it! I did it!"

21:20 Serilde blinks in surprise when the shodily made snare actually takes hold of the stick. She then smiles down at the mare, but only a little and pats her on the head. "Yep, looks like you managed it. Now help me set some of these up. Hopefully we'll catch breakfast.

21:21 Borealis nods a few times, her stomach letting out a soft growl. "Sounds good! I'm starving!"

21:54 < Serilde> (Bah sorry things blew up again >.>)

21:55 Serilde smiles at mare and hands her some rope before heading into the woods to set some of her snares of her own, leaving borealis to set up her traps. After about half an hour the griffon returns with a yawn. "Alright little one, get your traps all set? Go ahead and point out where they are."

20:38 Borealis smiles proudly. "I set one... At that tree, and that one, and in that bush somewhere, and somewhere in that little stand of birch... And i think that's it."

20:40 Serilde looks across to wehre she pointed and takes notes and then uses her wings to herd the little filly towards the tent. "Alright, well, its time for bed. Maybe we'll have extra food in the morning."

20:50 Borealis pouts as she's ushered away. "But I'm not *yaaawwn* Tired yet..."

21:00 Serilde narrows her eyes at the filly and then points at the tent with a claw, while sweeping at her with her wings. "No...I said go to bed young lady. Plus if you're hungry now, just think of how hard it will be to get to sleep if you wait an hour."

21:09 < Serilde> (the noms are gonna be in the morning :P)

21:17 Borealis groans and droops her head, defeated. "Ookay..." She mumbles, trudging off to her tent

21:18 Serilde sighs as the pony disapears into her little canvas tent and then goes to her own, closing the flap and laying down. Soon the griffon was fast asleep.

21:42 < Serilde> (Borealis?)

22:01 Borealis took a lot longer to settle in, her stomach growling and groaning constantly as she tosses and turns in an attempt to get comfortable

22:07 Serilde sleeps restfully thorugh the night. She didnt liek to live on low rations but it wasnt unheard of for the formel. Just after dawn the griffon gets up and stretches. It was still early morning and the little filly was still asleep. She goes to check the filly's traps first, expecting not to actually have a find, but low and behold, she caught a rabbit in her snare. Licking her beak Serilde approaches to grab it, only to step in another snare that the filly had set in nearly the same exact spot. Serilde lets out a screech as she's flung into the air with both her forelegs tied together in such a way that she couldnt cut at the rope.

22:24 Borealis yelps and actually knocks over her tent on top of herself in her scramble to get up! "Who!? What!? Where!?"

22:28 Serilde squawks loudly and calls for Borealis as she squirms in the snare, flapping her wings and bobbing up and down in the tree. The formel felt absolutly humiliated hanging there, but a little hurt pride was better than being stuck there till some hungry beast came to make a meal out of her.

22:43 < Serilde> (Boop)

22:47 Borealis manages to untangle herself after a minute, rushing over to where Serilde was and, after stopping short, breaking down in laughter!

22:49 Serilde narrows her eyes and stares down at the little filly. "Ya ya, laugh all you want, but putting two snare traps together like this is dangerous, and also ineficcient. THats probably why the only thing you caught to eat is that rabbit over there. Now get me down." She says, squirming in her bidnings.

22:55 Borealis huffs, once she'd caught her breath. "But I thought two snares would mean a bigger meal! And, well... By the looks of it, it worked on you!"

22:57 Serilde snorts at the pony and kicks a leg towards her. "Ya well...thats because nopony does that. And it didnt catch a bigger meal, since it caught me instead." she says, keeping her eyes on the pony.

22:57 < Serilde> (Bory might need to tie up her beak and hindlegs :B

23:02 Borealis giggles and sticks out her tongue. "But isn't there always a predator for something, even another predator?" She wiggles her rump a bit, looking excited. "Maybe now you can feed me the way I was expecting!"

23:06 Serilde rolls her eyes at Borealis and growls, "Yes, there are things in this forest that will eat me if I'm left strung up here. Thats why I want you to get me down. And fine, you can have that entire rabbit you caught."

23:11 Borealis 's stomach rumbles, and she sits back. "I caught a rabbit!? Awesome! I'm starved!" She stands back up, almost stepping forward before, with a flash of her magic, she brings over some rope. "But first, I wanna make sure you can't get away..." And with a deft swirl of her magic, she manages to get a secure, if messily made, bond around both of Serilde's legs and beak.

23:15 Serilde gives a nod of her head and responds, "Yep, a big fat one that looks deliocous. I'll teach you hwo to cook it proper..." The griffon blinks as little filly grabs a rope and explins herself. She suddenly finds her beak bound tight, preventing her from speaking and with her hind legs tied togeteher quite tight. The formel makes muffled squawks and chirps of anger as she flails with her wings, unable to get anywhere. Why did this filly want to make sure she couldnt get away?

23:26 Borealis giggles, ignoring the formel and scrounging around for the rabbit. Once she'd found it, and in full view of Serilde, she lifts it with her magic and shoves it into her mouth, lifting her head back and swallowing it whole! "Mmm... Some things just don't need to be cooked to be delicious..."

23:31 Serilde blinks as she watches the little filly just down the rabbit much like a griffon might, whole and uncooked. It was downright unusual to see a pony behave that way and something felt odd about the situation. She continues to flail and curse underenath her bindgins, her words muffled to nothing, but it was hopeless, she just wasnt getting free from teh snare.

23:39 Borealis sighs and stretches herself a little. "Mmm! Now... That was a great appetizer, but now..." She turns and grins at Serilde. "The main course~"

23:41 Serilde 's eyes go wide as Borealis turns to her with an evil hungry grin and goes almost still in shock. The little filly couldnt seriously think that she was going to eat her could she? The formel shouts through muffled wods incomprehensible things as she tries to reason with the filly.

23:47 Borealis giggles. "But, hmm... It's not often I get a meal so large! Not to mention nicely trussed up... Maybe I should try something different, what do you think?"

23:52 Serilde blinks at the filly and panics as she talks abotu eating her. All she could think of was being torn apart by a tiny little alicorn, and she certainly didnt want that. She shakes her head and glares down at the pony.

23:58 Borealis walks over with another light giggle, her tail flicking. "Now, now... If we'd packed more food, I wouldn't be forced into this situation... Might as well enjoy it, no~?"

00:02 Serilde 's eyes follow Borealis as she steadily approaches. The griffon finally calms herself, assured that she's be able to get these undone once she wasnt strung up in the air. She just needed a rock or something. She snorts at the filly's mention of enjoing it. How could she be expected to do that?

00:06 Borealis flashes her horn again, carefully unwrapping the snare from the branch, but keeping Serilde's legs caught. "Mm... I have an idea... I won't digest you, but you'll have to feed me, and I mean really feed me, once we get into town... Fair? At least this way, I'll feel less hungry, and you won't end up like any of the other ponies I've acidentally eaten before..."

00:07 < Serilde> (Awww xP)

00:10 Serilde feels herself fall to the ground as the snare is cut loose, landing with an oof. She's splayed out across the grass, taking a moment to recover as the filly talks. Shes digested other ponies before? And how could she possibly eat her without digesting her. Still, once she's recovered enough to think she gives a little nod to teh filly, promising the meal and makes a noise of affirmative. She clenches her beak and begins to feel around on the ground for a rough patch to fray her bindings on.

00:15 Borealis smiles brightly, a mischevious gleam in her eyes. "Perfect! Now..." She carefully lifts Serilde upwards with her magic. "Lets have gravity assist, hmm?" She says softly, before opening her mouth wide, showing off that pulsating pink flesh

00:20 Serilde squeaks loudly as she feels herself lifted up off the ground away from anything that she could possibly use to get free from the course rope. She then finds herself staring down the pink slimy throat of the little filly. A stinky breath washes over her beak as the mare breaths in and out, and she can see thick goey strans of saliva dripping down from the top.

00:30 < Serilde> (Boop)

00:39 < Serilde> (Beep)

00:39 Borealis shivers in delight as, slowly, she forces Serilde's beak into her drooling maw... strangely enough, the filly doesn't seem to have much issue forcing more of the formel's head into her mouth and throat than should be physically possible, stretching in outstanding ways.

00:43 Serilde shudders helplessly as her beak presses into the slimy, soon followd by her head featehrs. The hot sticky slime gets into them, matting them to her flesh and making them incredibly mussed up. She can feel the heat of the filly's throat pressing tight around her with the teeth scraping against her flesh. She whimpers and quirms in the air as the filly gulps, taking her head in with ease and creating a rather large bulge in her neck as her world goes dark.

00:57 < Serilde> (Boop)

01:03 Borealis gulps again, a wet *glllrrk* resounding around Serilde's head as, slowly, more of her body is forced inside. The filly seems heedlesss of the ropes, or any clothing the formel might be wearing.

01:07 Serilde squirms as she feesl more of the warm wet tunnel encompassing her body. Slowly it creeps over her neck and shoulders and chest, matting down more of her fur int the slimy goop. Serilde's head presses into the filly's stomach, which wreaked fo a sour bitter smell. She feels her beak pressing up against the form of the dead rabit she'd eaten moments ago, and can feel a steadily growing pool from her stomachs attemps to digest that breakfast.

01:18 Borealis groans a little, her jaws straining over Serilde's shoulders. Each swallow was a bit of a struggle now, as the slick muscle barely catches long enough to tug the formel deeper

01:21 Serilde groans as well as she feels the intense pressure around her body as the filly's gullet strains to pull her deeper inside. She slowly slides more into the stomach, pressing against the slimy rabbit and being forced to curl just a little bit, but it seems that her 'predator, was having promblems afterall. Serilde figured she'd just have to wait till she realized she wasnt going to fit down the little filly's gullet.

19:00 Borealis works her jaws for a while, slowly stretching them over Serilde's shoulders and allowing her throat to tug and pull with more force, dragging more of the formel into that waiting, gurgling gut

19:06 Serilde groans as each slick gulp pulls just a little more of her further into the filly's active gut. Her head was already being squeezed and massaged the the slimy muscles, and the putrid air in her gut made her gag. All around she could her the rolling gurgling taht she was being subjected to as her shoulders go down the slick gullet.

19:13 Borealis closes her eyes, doing her best to keep her breath held while she consumes such a large meal! With only small elicited groans, she continues, powerful swallows making a sort of stop-n-go motion to Serilde's descent into that acrid chamber, which was swelling outward as more of the formel is packed inside

19:16 Serilde gasps as she feesl the little filly drawing her up her chest. She'd start to feel the heavy fabric of the cloak Serilde wore brushing past her lips, scrachy and absorbing the spit. The formel flares her wings out, doing her best to prevent Borealis from pulling her in any deeper.

19:24 Borealis grumbles, swallowing a few times with barely a budge due to that scratchy cloak lodged between her throat and Serilde. She squirms and wiggles her tongue as best she could, hoping to speed up the cloak's saturation and continue with her troublesome meal... Which was just getting more defiant with the added spreading wings!

19:26 Serilde grins at her sucess as she feels her progress hault once the little filly reaches his her wings. Seems she cant get thim in afterall, the griffon thoguth. Still, hopefully she'd be pulled out soon because being half caught in like this was pretty uncofmortable. She squirms and chuckles as the tongue plays across her sensitve chest feathers, tickling her.

19:30 Borealis gives another heaving, powerful swallow, her jaws straining at the outstretched wings. The filly, concentration split like this, just couldn't focus enough to use magic and fold the wings back down... But still she continued to try and swallow.

19:33 Serilde giggles through her beak and squirms a little harder as the tongue continues to tickle across her feathers. Still she doesnt move an inch despite the powerful puling muscles trying to drag her in deeper. What bit of her cloak thats already in Borealis's mouth is sopping wet and slicked with spit now, eliminating the first of her issues.

19:50 Borealis grumbles, her telekinetic hold tightening a bit with each swallow. Points along Serilde's wings would find more pressure, specifically at the joints... Not painful or damaging, but the filly was definitely working on getting them folded back down.

19:56 Serilde feels the pressure in her wings increasing as the green glow tightens but for the moment they mostly hold firm, but she can feel herself slipping ever so slightly at the joints as the mare continues to gulp her down. Still she had to fight, she didnt want to end up just like the rabbit before her would.

20:06 Borealis groans and, with a final tremendous swallow, forces down Serilde's wings with a burst of magic, her horn glowing brightly as the filly actively starts to forcefeed herself the formel... Mostly so that she could get some air

20:10 Serilde suddenly feels her wings crumple against her sides under an imense squeezing force before finding them pulled into teh slick lips of the eager pony. Her eyes go wide at this suden revelation and she begins to squirm once more as more of her body slips into the tight groaning chamber. The thick cloak starts to gum up her throat, but the powerful pushing force keeps it going depsite its scratchy dryness.

20:18 Borealis winces, that feeling is gonna come back and bite her in the rump later... But for now, she focuses on filling her belly, stomach swelling wider and rounder as Serilde is forced inside.

20:22 Serilde feels her talons enter the click mouth as she's pulled in and makes an effort to try to catfh the sharp edges of them on the sides of the mare's throat. Even if they wouldnt stop her, she'd certainly make the little filly pay. Now all that's left his her rump sticking from the green pony's maw, and that too probably wont last too long.

20:35 Borealis groans, actually starting to see spots from lack of air... So with herculean effort, she does her best to swallow Serilde's rump as quickly as possible, slurping up her hind legs while the formel's flanks stretch out her throat during their descent

20:39 Serilde draws painful cuts down the filly's throat as she's swallowed up, digging her talons into the soft slick flesh. Still, soon those are pulled into her greedy stomach, and she had no leverage to use them there. The stomach muscles knead and massage her flesh, pushing her against the rabit in the steadily growing chamber as fluids begin to rise. A couple more gulps pull her legs and tail down her gullet. The coarse rope irritates her flesh as it slides down.

20:52 Borealis can finally breathe! With a gasp that felt both relieving and painful due to her heavily irritated throat, she flops on top of her Serilde-filled belly with a soft groan, her hooves stuck well above the ground. "*cough* Ugh... My throat..."

20:56 Serilde tries to keep herself stiff but regardless the rest of her form is pressed beside her in the stomach of the fat filly, and bound up as she was, there was no chance of her clawing hersself out, giving the pony a bellyache to reember. She grunts as teh filly flops over, and a coinciding churinging squeeze forces the air from the poor formel's lungs.

17:13 Borealis lets out a heavy, wet belch, feathers flying from her maw to land wetly upon her swollen belly. "Urf... That... Hurt a little..."

17:28 < Serilde> (Sorry was on my way home)

17:30 Serilde winces as she feels the wet motion of the stomach contracting around her as some of her precious air leaves the chamber. She squirms, pressing her bound body out and making shapely bulges in the little filly's gut. Maybe Borealis had meant it afterall, about letting her out once they reached town, she hoped, unaware that she couldnt even reach the ground, let alone move.

17:36 Borealis groans, her stomach letting out a loud churning gurgle on protest to the formel's struggles. With a vigorous flapping of her wings, she does try to make good on her promise... But she's just not strong enough to lift both her own weight and Serilde's! "Can't... Move..." She mumbles, hoarse from the irritation of her throat

17:44 Serilde breathes a little easier as Borealis tries to lift herself up, taking part of the weight of the filly off of her and pulling the edge of the stomach away from her flesh. All around her she can feel squishy squirming movements of the belly pressing against her. At Borealis's words she winces and hopes this means that she'd be coughed up. No way could the filly make it out of here without her.

17:57 < Borealis> (Brb, dinner time)

18:00 < Serilde> (alright)

18:34 Borealis finally exhausts herself and, with an unceremonious flop, lets her wings droop. "Mngh... Too heavy..." She belches again, having gasped for breath so much in her attempts to add a good amount of air to her gut. "I can't... I can't move..."

18:45 Serilde is reinvigerated by the rush of clean air, only to have it snatched away once more as the filly settles down with a thunderous rumble that echoes in her ears. The gryphon gives a loud growl through her stomach walls, signaling her displeasure at the situation and her wish to be let free as she feels the filly's weight on top of her once more.

18:56 Borealis coughs a little, her throat all scratchy. "Maybe I didn't plan this out too well..." She mumbles to herself, her churning, practically roaring gut blocking out any sounds from Serilde. "I think I need a nap... Maybe I'll have a little more... Strength... Lat-" And with that, it all becomes unintelligible mumbles as she begins to drift off

19:05 Serilde hears the little filly cough and begin to mumble about sleeping, though her words are hard to understand with the churing, gurlgling gut around her, especially as she trails off. Serilde gets the gist though, and puts up a momumentous effort to wake her up, squirming and fighting and overall trying to give her a massive tummy ache as she makes noises of discoumfort.

19:30 Borealis makes no real effort, though her gut groans in protest and air once more evacuates... This time further along the digestive tract, on the way to leave the filly's rump as a bubble of gas. "Mng..." Her gut starts to churn more actively, fluids rising up along Serilde's body, tingling slightly Abe loosening fur and feathers as it creeps

19:37 Serilde begins to wear herself out with the heavy exhurtion, trying to wake the filly who seems to have fallen asleep around her, and as the stomach squeezes tighter and more frequently her movements slow. The sudden loss of air adds to this making her begin to feel more and more lightheaded. All around her, her coat and feathers tingle from the rising fluid as it creeps over her body, though the churning gut made sure that she was already completly soaked. Already feathers were begining to come loose from her powerful wings.

19:49 Borealis starts to snore heavily, the food coma setting in, though she'll probably have quite the upset stomach later... With a rippling fart, she finally expels the last of Serilde's air, so that digestion can finally set in.

19:59 Serilde suddenly finds herself plunged under the burning liquid as the filly purges the last of the air from her body. Her struggles become incredibly slow as she uses up the last of her air in her lungs. She's forced to take a breath of the burning liquid and then one last final flailing burst happens before the poor formel goes still, save for a few twitches after her body's expired.

20:00 < Serilde> (Dont for get the cloak and ropes in the closing~ On top of her feathers, fur and bone of course :D)

20:09 < Borealis> (I won't!)

20:09 < Serilde> (:D)

20:14 Borealis dozed on and off, though never fully waking up, for almost a day while her belly slowly shrinks and softens... Leaving only the indigestible materials, such as feathers and fur, the cloak, bones, claws, and other bits and pieces. With a groggy, coughing groan, the filly, still partially asleep, starts to push, her tailhole stretching wide as thick, bone and fur studded logs plop from her pudgy rump... It seems a lot of the griffin was turned in to waste! Long feathers stud a few of the logs in the pile, as well as a complete rabbit skeleton. After a while, and a bit of more... Watery waste disposal, the filly just has a little more straining to do... Tailhole once again stretching wide, and the filly groaning as the large, pointy skull finally plops into the pile... Followed by the waded lump that was her cloak. "Nnrg... That... Hurt..." She mumbles out.

20:16 < Serilde> (Does she get lost, or does she make her way out fo the forrest. Can maybe a few lines to that effect?)

20:20 < Borealis> ( I'll do that! I needed to respond to another post, but I didn't mean to hot enter when I did...)

20:20 < Serilde> (no worryes ^^)

20:22 Borealis stumbles away from the mess She had made, barely able to walk from the pain of her stretched tailhole. After checking the last few snares, and grabbing what food she could, she starts to wander off in the direction they had first been going... And getting quite lost! She ends up taking shelter inside an old, hollow trunk for the night, a little worried that she'll be lost out here forever... And regretting now her snap decision to try and fill her belly the other day