Risks of Soliciting a Taken Mare

3 December 2015

21:58 GyroTech hangs his head downtrodden as he forces his the door to the bar open. The sad looking unicorn was a little wobbly on his feet an dworse for wear, but it seemed all the mare's he'd picked that night to solicit were either attached or unintersted. WIth a sigh the unicorn swaggers towards his home, turning into the dark alley next to the bar.

22:00 < -> Abby is now known as Lupine

22:01 < -> Lupine is now known as Hilda

22:05 Verlo kept a distant eye on the departing blue unicorn, the stallion making an absolute fool out of himself as he had roamed through out the bar seemingly approaching what he must have thought to be potential mates for the evening. Verlo had watched with more than a bit of apprehension as the other unicorn had the gall to try and hit on his marefriend! A quick interjection and a bit of a push against the blue unicorn's side communicated the fair warning to the purple-maned stallion. He struck out again, and again, earning the ire of a certain halfbat as he swivelled an ear to follow along with the diminishing unicorn's hoofsteps. The hugging couple kissed their goodnights to each other, their relationship not quite up to the point of leading the other to one of their homes, the two ponies parting ways. Verlo wasn't walking towards his home this evening, instead following the heafh hoofsteps of one GyroTech into the shady alleyway beside the bar.

22:09 < -> Hilda is now known as Lupine

22:11 GyroTech ducks in to the area beside the bar, and quickly becomes hidden from the street amongst teh curved path. With the ways the buildings pressed around the alley, the glow of the moonlight was all but blocked from the path, casting the area into dark shadows. The night was very quiet as he moved, only the clopping of his hooves against the cold stone pavement and the gentle whisper of a breeze. Though soon his ears perk and he stops, swiveling them and looking around. He was sure he heard something, and then there it was again. The sound of hooves from behind him. he turns his head towards them.

22:18 Verlo didn't have to try too hard to stay within the deep shadows, the illuminating moonlight diffusing and blocked into near nonexistence within the depths of the alleyway. Verlo was light on his hooves, the occasional rustle of dust on the ground and the lightest of clicks the only giveaway to the interloping unicorn's shady follower. The halfbat smirked as his violet eyes had no trouble picking out the blue stallion as he trotted down the alley, pausing every so frequently to look over his shoulders. Ah, GyroTech would never know what hit him.... The near silence now was almost supernatural, the two ponies hearing almost nothing but their own breaths. Verlo shifted closer to his quarry....

22:28 GyroTech continues to look at the sound disapears once more but in this dim light, even in the light green glow taht he cast from his horn bathing everything in an eerrie light, though also making the shadows dand around as he moved, confusing his eyes. Taking a deep breath eh shakes his head and turns back around, moving forward once more, though with his ears much more attentive this time, incase he actually wasnt hearing things.

22:34 Verlo was close. Close enough to drag the whisps of his tail across Gyro's withers as the halfbat's fangs glinted in the dim green light from the unicorn, always just outside the blue stallion's direct line of light. Verlo's presence near Gyro became whole, as the halfbat shunted the stallion into a wall, gruffly pushing the stallion's body against the cold, hard brick. Verlo's maw hovered near the other unicorn's ears, huffing a heavy hot breath past the tip of the ear. "Someone's made a mistake this evening...I'll give you three tries to guess who," Verlo growled into the stallion's ear, a hoof pressing against the unicorn's back to hold him in place.

22:40 GyroTech walks along unaware that a malicious presence lingered so close by, though the sounds of the night were getting to him. That is, until he's shoved hard against the cold brick by a body, causing him to let out an oof, pressed into the wall by a bigger form. He squrims, tring to break the grip and turns his head, to partially catch Verlo's form out of the corner of his eye. THe hot breath wafts over his ears, causing him to flick them and sending a cold chill down his body. He sucks in a deep breath and then hesitantly responds in a fearful hopeful voice. "uhhhh you? I'm not the pony you want..."

22:46 Verlo pressed his hoof firmly into Gyro's back, the halfbat almost, almost pleased that the stallion had chosen correctly. Leaning against the blue stallion with most of his own body, Verlo chuckled grimly as the unocorn shivered against the cool brick wall. "Ah, that would be whom, though I must say that you're sorely mistaken that you're not the pony I wanted. I saw what you did with my marefriend; do you even know of the word 'restraint'?" Verlo shifted hind hooves closer to Gyro's, the two stallions coming close enough for the pinned unicorn to feel a specific heat brimming behind his purple tail. "With a stallion like you, I bet you find yourself in all sorts of compromised positions, don't ya?"

22:54 GyroTech stiffens as he feels the hoof press down into the small of his back, applying a forceful pressure between his shoudlers. He shudders again and and begins to push against the stallion violently, trying to break free of his grip as Verlo reveals his crimes. He shakes his head and squeaks, saying, "I-i let up on her after she said she wasnt intersted. I had no clue that she was taken at the time, and I'd have never done it if I'd have known." Obviously a complete fib though as the stallion had quite evidently tried one or two ladies who had been engaging with a stallion, until that stallion got up to do something. Gyro bites his lip as he feels the warm protrusion and shakes hsi head, "I umm...I mean I'm not into stallions..and public is a little too far..." he protests, grimacing at what Verlo was implying.

23:02 Verlo gave little heed to the whining and defensive stallion's words, most of them blatant lies compared to what he witnessed throughout the evening. Gyro had waltzed over to the bar and eyed up several obviously taken mares, then had the cheek to saunter up to the partner whenever one of them parted for a moment to fetch a drink, or whatever they were trying to do to woo their potential mate. "Tch, I've never heard a weaker set of lies come from anypony's mouth, much less a stallion who's sole function seems to worm his way into spaces he shouldn't have gone." Verlo's member, stiffened by the thrill of the hunt and a little remnant of the night's lust for his marefriend, prodded underneath Gyro's tail to poke between the shivering stallion's cheeks. Verlo drew his tongue up the side of Gyro's neck slowly, dragging his fangs through the short blue fur.

23:02 Verlo "There's no public here, is there?"

23:08 GyroTech clenches his rump together as he feels the flat tip pressing their way between them and beneath his tail, getting alarmingly close to his tight pucker. He bites his lip at the accusation, shivering underneath the force that kept him pinned helplessly to the wall. "The only mares who go home with me want it! They know my reputation at that bar, so they know what they get..." he says defensivly, pleading with the stallion. He shudders as the hot slick tongue worms its way up his cheeks, leaving a glistening trail and pulling of the luschious taste of tropical fruit, the same scent that wafted off his coat due to the scented oils he bathed himself in daily. The fangs draw a sharp gasp, and if he werent so afraid he could almost fall under thier allure. He was strangely attracted to bat ponies and their feedings. "B-but you're still a stallion...just let me go...I'll pay you and make up for it..."

23:17 Verlo smeared his slick pre along the valley of fur underneath the unicorn's tail, his member pressing firmly against the clenching pucker nestled between the resisting curves of the stallion's rump. The taste of tropical fruits danced along the halfbat's tongue as he pulled his tongue away from the fruity stallion's cheeks, his mouth watering as it reminded him of a guilty pleasure waiting for him at home. "They may know of your reputation, but I don't. I don't think I really want to know anything about you, other than what I've seen tonight. Your vile bits are no good here." Verlo nibbled on Gyro's ear, rolling it around his mouth with his dextrous tongue. "I'm going to save you the breath of that answer, because you're doing to need it in a moment," Verlo said to the strangely tasty unicorn. Towards the end of his sentence, Verlo stepped as close as he could to stallion, his member pushing against Gyro's resistance until his slick tip parted the stallion's pucker, squelching somewhat noisily amidst the minute silence of the alleyway around them. Verlo grunted as Gyro's rump clenched around his stallionhood, trying as they might to push him out.

23:25 GyroTech tries to step away as he feels the warm liquid smear down his rump to come to rest against his clenched starfish. He tries to lower his tail and obstruct the member, but to no avail.He squirms against the hard surface, propped up by the force gainst him and held tight despite his wishes. "Look it was just a misunderstanding I wont do anything to your mare again just let me go!" He pleads. His ear twitches as the tongue tickles across its surface before the maw pulls it in. He can feel the sharp teeth playing across the sensitve flesh, threatening to pierce it with one swift bite. As verlo suddenly penetrates his tight hole, he lets out a loud cry of pain and surprise as it forces its way in. The tight warm tunnels of his bowles press over the sensitive flesh, clenching against it. He tries to squirm away and hopes he'll attract somepony's attention, but its late, though still not quite bar closing, so they'll have privacy for a long while.

23:33 Verlo softly 'oooohed' as his member was practically caressed by the twitching stallion underneath his hooves, the fruity flavor complimenting the stallion's sweaty musk from the night of poking his muzzle between ponies who cared little to be disturbed. The halfbat's fangs nipped one of Gyro's ears as he plunged his girthy pole deeper into the unicorn's hot, practically bottomless tunnel. Verlo soon bottomed out in the blue unicorn's rummp, the halfbat's tail flicking behind him as his throughts turned to his marefriend from this evening. The stallion underneath sounded nothing like her, but he was warm insise. Oh, so very warm as the stallion pulled his staff out until his medial ring popped free, then slammed it back inside. The rough rutting spread plenty of fluids into the stallion's rectum, easing the path for his member to push past the prostate and deep into the bowels of Gyro. "Ha..ha...ha..you're damn right you won't do anything to my mare again...."

23:38 GyroTech feels his body tensed up and tight as the stallion clams into him repeatedly, feeling the thick ring pushing through his tight pucker. The warm slick tunnel massages and squeezes Verlo's stallionhood, as the warm juices begin to slicken the tunnel, making entry even easier with each thrust. He squeals breathily as the powerful sensations deep within him, especially against his prostate slowly cause his sheath to begin to bulge out and expand. He lets out another cry as the teeth nip his ear, drawing a bit of warm blood as the sharp fangs pierce the skin, only complimenting his flavor.

23:44 Verlo quickened his breath as the thrusting sped up, the stallion's tunnel becoming enough of a smooth passage to make it less like work and almost a sick pleasure. Verlo rutted on, his balls wetly smacking Gyro's own as minute amounts of mixed fluids seeped past the tight ring of flesh gripping the halfbat's shaft. Fruity flavors mixed with musk and blood in Verlo's maw as he lapped at the stallion's fresh wounds, the stallion huffing past his teeth as he humped into the blue unicorn. The unicorn's intestinal walls clenched around his tool as a new musk wafted up from between Gyro's hips, and the batpony grinned. "O-oh, what do we have hereSomeone having fun, huh?"

23:49 GyroTech devolves into moans and heavy breaths as the tension in his rump mixed with the pleasure and pain flows from his rump and his prostate. His breath comes out as loud low noises that only vaguely carry the sounds of distress, a vast improvement form his cries for help earlier. He still clenches his rump, tbut the easier friction makes it simple for Verlo to slip in and out of him, rubbing up agsint the sensitve prostate. The folds in his bowels catch and squeeze on Verlo's sensitive tip and shaft. His member bops completly free of its sheath and continues to build in stiffness as the thrusting goes on, and soon the unicorn isnt even struggling or trying to pull away. He tries to answer, but all his words come out as indiscernable grunts.

23:49 < GyroTech> (Go for the horn~)

23:57 Verlo bares his teeth and growls again as Gyro's horn bapped him on the muzzle, the unicorn's head swaying to and fro as his body was flooded with pleasurable, painful thrusts. One of those started to alleviate itself as Gyro's fears were pushed aside by the lust flowing into his loins, apparently. Verlo's thrusting didn't miss a beat as he bit Gyro's horn, the head and ring of his dick squicking past the folds of the stallion's bowels and a particular lump near the base of the blue unicorn's throbbing stallionhood. The batpony's fangs stratched and grinded along the bony appendage on Gyro's head as he bit and licked it, his fangs catching the slight grooves spiraling along the length of the magical implement. "Mmmauty, mmauty..." Verlo cooed around the horn, grinning approvingly as Gyro's member betrayed his feelings about being rutted.

22:39 GyroTech bites his lip as each thrust drages Verlo's member against his sensitive prostate, trying to stiffle out a moan. THe unicorn begins to move in time with Verlo, obviously having had some practice with this activity, as the unicorn did enjoy pegging from time to time. He doesnt want to give the stallion the pleasure of him crying out, but then he feels a powerful sensation on his horn. The sharp grinding teeth casut eh unicorn to lose his composure and cry out in a visceral moan. Soft green sparks lit across the surface fo the spiral protursion, only to die when they contact Verlo's flesh, sending pleasant tingles into his lips.

22:44 < Arta> (god that is hot :O )

22:45 Verlo felt a mutual electric charge fizzle through his head and up through his own horn, the normal light purple spiraled through with a foreign green light. The halfbat's visage took on a strained attribute to mix in with the smirking snarl as the mixed magics collected at the tip of his horn as the stallion's slick member plugged up the interloping blue pony pinned against the walls. Verlo bit down on Gyro's horn, curling his tongue around the potion that was between his teeth. Verlo's breathing sped up as he took shorter breaths, in time with his quickening thrusting into the stallion's rear end.

22:52 GyroTech gasps harder still as the teeth grit and grind across the ridges in his horn, sending sharp shocks of pleasure down his skull as the warm tongue wrapped all around it. The unicorn's eyes squint shut as he gives an even louder, more desparate cry. His bowels clench tightly around thei invading member as he rocks his body up and down on it, lost in the powerful mixture of pain and pleasure. His tip was begining to bead with his sweet pre, eeking out of the tip and slowly dripping down his erect shaft. His breathing is heavy and his heart races as he loses his resistance entirly to the wave of sensations enveloping him.

23:03 Verlo pounded away at GyroTech's insides, the head of his stallionhood flaring inside the unicorn's flexible folded walls. It rubs and barges past the curves inherent to their normal layout somewhere inside the blue pony, pushing downwards to leave a bit of a hint of a bulge on the stallion's belly. Air flew violently through GyroTech's mane as Verlo huffed around the spiral horn locked in his mouth as he bit down harder than before, moments before he was likely to explode. Verlo reached down to tug at the blue furred hips, pushinc them as close as they could be in the moments that he thrust forward, the slaps as their hips met loud in the halfbat's ears.

23:07 < GyroTech> (Now out of curiousity, does Verlo want gyro to finish or to deny/have other fun with him?~)

23:08 < Verlo> ((Well, write whatever you'd like! I was going for Gyro finishing first, and naughty business would continue elsewhere)

23:09 < GyroTech> (THen we shall doo that~)

23:13 GyroTech could feel Verlo pushing deep within his bowels, creating an unnatural lump in his belly with each powerful thrust. Still the unicorn was helpless to resist in his final moments as his mind wis wracked with pelasure. Each powerful slap sounded like music to his ears as he's rutted silly and in addition to the warm air scross his horn, stringy saliva rand down the spiral to mix iwth his mane. As GyroTech feels the pressure on his horn become almost painful his body begins to twitch. A loud carnal cry escapes his lips as a rush of green magic sparks viloently from his horn. His body quivers and hot white seed begins to shoot from his shaft, coating his belly and the ground. His bowels tense tightly around Verlo's trobby member and waves of contractions flow across the sensitive tip and shaft.

23:18 < -> Arta is now known as Midwatch

23:21 < Midwatch> (hnggggghh sexysexy)

23:22 < GyroTech> (Midwatch be having fun~ :P)

23:22 < Midwatch> (m/m is the best no contest)

23:22 < Midwatch> (imo)

23:27 Verlo powered through the clenching muscles surrounding his pole as Gyro's sticky seed splattered against the walls and the hoof wrapped around his lower midsection. The singluar cry of pleasure became two as the tightness of the unicorn's bowels squeezed around Verlo's staff, milking him as the halfbat unloaded deep inside GyroTech. Pulse after pulse of cum shot out of the batpony's cock to fill Gyro's large intestines full of semen as Verlo bottomed out in the sloppy muck, barely contained by the clenching efforts of Gyro and the plug of dick under the unicorn's tail. Verlo reared back as the magic sparked through his jaw and into his skull, the magics boincing around until they formed a complete purple aura of magic flooded with a healthy amount of foreign green. The collected magic shot out of the halfbat's horn as Verlo leaned down to bite Gyro's neck for another show of dominance, more or less shooting Gyro in the back of the head with a bit of a zap and a flash.

23:33 GyroTech 's shaft continues to twitch and spurt for about a minute before his finally finds that he's spilled all he has. His body slumps a bit as his muscles all relax at once. He pants hard, his head left in an absolute daze as Verlo continues to fill his rear with his sticky virulent seed. His mind is left in a daze, one only further exaserbated by the sudden zap to the base of his head by their combined magics, leaving him felling funny and confused. He cries out as the bat's fangs sink into his flesh, drawing a trickle of tasty blood that flows into the bat's mouth. Gyro wobbles beneath Verlo now, only keeping his ballance by remaining propped up hard against the wall.

23:42 Verlo squeezed GyroTech tight with his now cum stained hoof, keeping his mirth to himself as his cock's spasms slowed to a stop, the softening member pulling slowly out of the unicorn's rump with a wet 'splep' as a dribble of cum spilled out before Gyro's battered anus could close back up. Verlo could swear that Gyro's belly had a little more give and slosh as his hoof held him tight, keeping him pinned against the wall as the batpony's fangs parted from the bloodied flesh, leaving two minute holes in the unicorn's neck. Verlo slumped down onto the arc and bridge that Gyro was formed into, pressing the unicorn's head into the brick as the halfbat leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Too bad a cutie like you's going to have a bad evening. If I wasn't already taken with my marefriend, I'd keep you around for a bit longer."

23:48 < Midwatch> (bad end? :O )

23:49 GyroTech rests his entire wieght against the wall now as Verlo pulls out, and feels himself slwoly scraping downt he hard brick surface as he slumps further down underneath teh weight. He could feel a hot wet sensation as the um dribbled dwon his rump and dripping off his ballys before splattering down onto the ground. He breaths hard and puts up no resistance as Verlo shifts around him, feeling the hot blood slowly trickling from his neck and from his hear. As Verlo's whisper sends a hot humid breath across his ear he twitches and then shivers, feeling the coldness in the stallions voice. Gyro's mind regains a bit of clarity as he tries to look back. "B-bad night? You[ve already had your way with me...just let me go..."

23:58 Verlo chuckled in Gyro's ear, his breath carrying a hit of a coppery scent from the blood staining his fangs. "Oh, let you go? I'm sure I'll be doing some of that later this evening, but at the moment, I would suggest you close your mouth for this next part. It's not going to be the good for you if you were to bite your tongue clean off, would it?" Below Gyro's used butt, cum pooled and dripped off the unicorn's spent balls to mix with whatever Gyro's balls coud churn up from a few minutes ago. Still held in place in Verlo's hoof, the unicorn felt like he was occupying a smaller space than moments before, feeling lighter and lighter in Verlo's foreleg. "Well, unless you wanted to do this here and now, or later and in private? You do get a choice in how you'll make this evening up to me, after all! Aren't I such a nice pony?"

22:20 GyroTech funny as he hears Verlo's words, not realizing the stallion was working some magic on his body. He feels strange and squirms as his form slowly begins to recede until he's the size of a foal. Gyro yelps and shouts ,"What? Whats going on? WHy is everything so much larger and...what do you mean? Just let me go!" He tries to squirm up off the hoof but finds that now sintead of verlo resting on him, he's propped up in the air, unable to touch the ground. He tries to flare his own horn but he cant quite get up the concentration to do so.

22:25 < -> Cecil_the_gr8 is now known as Alia

22:28 Verlo backed away from the wall and the mess on the ground while carrying the shrunken GyroTech along in one hoof, the blue unicorn clearly unable to do much of anything except wiggle in the air as Verlo's hoof carried him from between his legs. IF this was anothe time and place where this pony didn't try to snake his way around with his special somepony, Verlo coul dhave evel called Gyro a cutie at this point, the little stallion's dimunitive size really did highlight some parts of the stallion that were alright. "Again, I'll be lietting you go soon enough, but I suddenly have plans tonight, and I wouldn't want you to miss out on your personalized invitation You're a fan of exclusive one off events, aren't you?" Verlo taps his horn to Gyro's sparking off more magic to keep the process going while the confusuion was still fresh on GyroTech's face.

22:32 GyroTech shivers as he hears the stallion's words and recalls his mention of having a bad night and shakes his head. As the process starts again with a strange jolt the unicorn finds himself shrunk to the size of Verlo's hoof, and standing utop it. He tenses to jump and then realizes he's quite high up off the ground. Gyro gulps and turns to look up at the fuzzy grey chest of the half bat. "I...would rather pass on that. Why dont you just let me go right now...and we can forget all about this..." he offers nervously, twitching on the hoof.

22:38 Verlo shakes his head, putting on the fakest show of sympathy for the tiny stallion's request ever recorded by pony history. Verlo lifted the hoof with a Gyro on it up to fave height so that the halfbat could watch the little blue pony squirm and wiggle. Also, it was a great oppotunity to show off his fangs in the dim light as he spoke his end of the 'conversation' to the small pony. "Aw, if that's what you really insist on, I suppose I could let you go after all. Erm, I do know that at some point tonight, at least one of us is going to forget about all of this, sure. I...don't think you're going to like the way that plays out though, heh heh." Verlo lifts the his hoof high above his head, opening his maw wide as he tilts his hoof towards the gaping, fang-lined darkness.

22:45 GyroTech frowns as he watches the cruel display that Verlo puts on and then glares up at him, even though h has absolutly no hope of excaping the stallion if Verlo doesnt want it. As he's lifted up closer to the stallion's face he's blasted by the his foul breath as he talks, causing gyro to wrinkle his nose. His ears ache with teh booming voice of teh stallion and he could see the sharp fangs glinting with a slippery liquid in the moonlight and the pink dark flesh beyond the quivering tongue. He shivers as he hears Verlo's words and shakes his head. "N-no please dont hurt me!" He squeaks out. He feels himself lifted even higher and watches as he sees the cavern opening up below greadily. the tongue wiggles beneath him in the open maw and he feels himself slip on teh tilting hoof. He scrambles up the side and calls out, "Wait not! Lets go bakc you your place and do what you wanted!" He begs, desperate not to be eaten like this.

22:54 Verlo wiggled his hoof a little to make unnerve the stallion clinging to his hoof, but then swivelled his ear towards the yelping stallion as some perculiar words eminated from the Gyro. Velro held his hoof still at the monent, the tiny unicorn hanging onto the edge of his hoof by the chancest of grip, and snapped his jaws shot with a deafening-to-Gyro-scale *clack*, the fangs coming together as a blur. The halfbat opted then to pick up Gyro in his magic and thread him into his mane, the half bat wasn't exactly prepared to carry anything with any sort of concealment. Gyro's limbs were knotted up by the longer strands of Verlo's purple and blue mane, others were brushed up and bunched around him to conceal the little stallion from any general passerby, though at this late of night, there weren't going to be many ponies around. The musty late night scent of the halfbat was everything Gyro could smell and his sight was blocked by the thick, slightly sweaty mane. "Oh, I suppose that's not a terrible idea. You'd probable taste disgusting after a long night of whatever schmoozing you tried to pull off this evening." Verlo waits for some sign of acknowledgement before he sets off. "Oh, and keep quiet in there."

23:00 < Zuthal> (GyroTech is a good accessory)

23:02 GyroTech feels himself tottering on teh edge, begining to slip free and shouting fearfully for his life as he continued to slip. By the time Verlo stopped the stallion was hanging by the tip of the hoof, dnagling towards teh mouth which he could feel the warm breath coming up from underneath. Suddenly he hears a noise as the stallion finally decides not to eat him ti seems, though the crunching sound sends shivers through his body and he ends up letting go. He falls for just a second before Verlo catches him in the purple glow of his magic. The uniconr is still, not wanting to fight right now and end up falling to the ground. He squirms once mroe as he becomes entangled in the mane, finding that the strands are holding him in an incredibly uncomfortable postion. Verlo had somehow managed to bind a hind leg above his head and one of his forelegs between his rump. And even if gyro wanted to make a noise, all he could do was grunt acknowledgement as even his muzzle had managed to get tangled up in the hair. Everything was so dark and pitch black beneath the strands and he could feel the bouncing motion of verlo moving somewhere. His entire world though, was the musky powerful scent of the half bats mane and the scratchy motions of the hair bobbing and brushing him.

23:11 Verlo set off towards his home, a little extra bounce in his trot to make Gyro's trip in his mane a little less pleasurable than it could have been. Verlo nodded as he heard nary a peep come from the tied up unicorn, approving of the 'willing' silence for he had little idea about the specifics of how Gyro had been tied up, only knowing that his magic had morer or less gotten him stuck in place. Verlo's home was a little bit of a walk for he avoided public transit at this time of night, and expecially with a passenger in his mane. Dingy streetlights transitioned towards bright, new ones as Verlo walked home and up the path that led to his front door. A quick zap from his horn activated the locks on the door, and it opened with a smoothly oiled *click*. He walked inside after brushing his hooves, the halfbat's actions as he came home routine despite the trying evening of 'chasing' down and catching the interloping GyroTech. Unravelling his mane from the musky and sore unicorn, Verlo dropped him onto a table near his kitchen, the looming shadow of the halfbat blocking out some of the warm, comfortable light from above. "Welcome to my home, GyroTech."

23:21 GyroTech finds the entire journey incredibly uncomfortable as he's bounced and jostled all around in the mane. His legs begin to ache and cramp up form the uncomfortable position and he feels a bit of vertigo from hangling like this for so long. FInally he hears a click of a door as it opens and then shuts behind them, signalling that the long journey is almost done. THe stallion is dazzled by the lights as he's pulled out of his dark abode and into the bright light of the bat's home. He's dropped unceremouniously on the dining room table, collapsing on top of it with an oof. He shivers in the large shadow as he stares up at Verlo and takes a couple steps back form the scary looming figure. The stallion seemed so much more imposing now than he had even in the ally. "Umm...Lovely home youve got here..." he says, though he hadnt taken his eyes off of his captor long enough to actually look. "Umm..so why did you want me here?"

23:26 Verlo placed his hooves on the table as a makeshift barrier to stop Gyro from scooting too far back from the halfbat. "Ah, weren't you the one to make this suggestion? You wanted me to take you to my home and out of that dingy alleyway, then let you go? Doesn't that sound at least a little familiar?" Verlo hadn't seated himself at the table, opting instead to rear on his hind legs to get his forelegs onto the table. "And, I figured that you wouldn't want a single chance that anyone could hear your streams as you slid down my gullet, otherwise why would you suggest that we take this somewhere private?"

23:34 GyroTech feels teh table vibrate beneath him like an earthquack as Verlo roughly slams his hooves down beside him, cutting off his routes of escape. He looks over at them and then up at Verlo and shakes his head as he hears words the tchill him to the very bone and rumble in his ears. "N-no! I said I dont want to die! I thought you were taking me somehwere private for something else. Cant you j-just rut me again and be done with it?" He whimpers in a small voice and dashes towards one of those forelegs, trying to scamper up and over it, and making some headway in doing so.

23:35 < GyroTech> (Wonder what fun food Verlo has for him. Maybe pudding or icecream or even better pie~)

23:35 < Verlo> (Er...thanks! One of those should do nicely :p )

23:42 Verlo rolled his violet eyes at Gyro's weak offerings. He pulled his hooves away from the table again, making a small note about how Gyro was so eager to keep things going, he clambered onto his hoof on his own! "Psh, rut you again? Gyro dear, you have noted how small you are, yeah? I'd almost feel bad trying to stick it under your tail! Hahahaaaa~" Verlo trailed off, the not at all joke useful for passing time while Verlo walked over to his sink and cupboards where he oulled a deep-walled bowl down from and filled up an inch or two with reasonable warm water. The halfbat stuck his hoof into the bowl and shook the stallion off into the lukewarm, clear water as the bowel was set onto the countertop. The halfbat busied himself, whistling a small tune as he opened up his freezer and fridge to gather some late night desserts and set them down on the countertop. The impromptu bathing bowl was made of glass, and Gyro would be able to watch the halfbat roam around his kitchen and rummage through the cutlery drawer. A gleaming knife was set onto the countertop next to the frosty items already there.

22:43 GyroTech blinks Verlo's words and shouts back, "Well you could just wait for the potion to wear off again. Just wait, dont do this to me!" The unicorn squeals as he's suddenly brought up into the air and stares off the edge as he's dragged towards a warm bowl. With a yelp he feels himself plunged down into the warm water, only to come up sputtering for air moments later. He squirms in the water, trying to keep afloat, with the side effect of it pulling off what little dirt and grime had been on top of him. His hooves skitter on the glass as he attemptes to get free, but the wall is insurmoutnable, and he's unable to get purchase. His eyes follow the stallion around the room as he pulls something out of the freezer, along with a bottle of caramel, but he hasnt quite figured out what the pony has planed with those. "Cmon! Just let me go and I'll make it up to you."

22:59 Verlo swivels his ears towards the clanking of GyroTech's hooves on the class sides of the bowl, the halfbat quietly assured that there was no way the little pony could get out on his own. The additional sounds of water sloshing around were more pertinent to the purposes of his dunking him into the water. A ceramic pie dish clattered onto the countertop alongside a container of ice cream, two very cold items that would prove to be a very cold prison mate for a certain intrusive unicorn. Verlo stood up on his hooves, teh halfbat looming imposingly over the countertop as he reached for a plate, setting that down onto the counter. Verlo pucked up the shiny, sharp knive and brandished it excessively through the air, swishing the sharpened point toward the bowl as he proceeded to carve himself a slice of cinnamon pie. "Yeah, yeah no, that isn't happening tonight. We've gone too far, and I can't have anyone finding out that I finished in a stallion, now could we?"

23:08 GyroTech shivers as he watches the stallion waving the knife around before plunging it into the sweet treat. THen a nice golden brown slice of pie is lifted out of the container, causting the pony to gulp. Its warm fragrant scent wafts over to his container as he splashes around, making his mouth water. It would certainly be a delicios comapnion as well. He frowns and lets out a shout of fear as Verlo refuses him once more. "N-no really, no pony would f-find out. I-Im not a cold cuddler either...It-t'd be best if neither of us said anything and you just sent me on my w-way." He offers hopefully. The water was starting to chill, leaving the pony cold and wet, his fur completly drenched all around.

23:16 Verlo didn't realize this pie was already warm, having stored it in the fridge a few moments ago. Still, it wasn't quite where he wanted it, and a quick directed spell later saw the pie slice's temperature raised until it was almost fresh out of the oven, warm gooey centers juuuust starting to melt out from between the crust. Two scoops of vanilla ice cream were measured, placed on one side of the pie slice and leaving one Gyro-sized vacancy between them all. The halfbat in question carried the plate over and set it down next to the bowl and in clear sight of the waterlogged horse still clinging to hope futilely as he squirmed in the bowl. Verlo layed out a towel on the countertop on the other side of the bowl, and reached in with a hoof to pick up the sodden unicorn. He flicked his hoof a few times to get the largest drops of water off, then half threw/half dropped Gyro onto the towel. Verlo kept a close eye on the unicorn, watching to see if he was dazed at all. "Oooh, someone's a little cold, eh? Well, just your luck, I have a place that would be perfect for...someone like /you/."

23:23 GyroTech watches as Verlo warms up the pie and follows it with two heaping scoops of icecream, the pony conviniently positioning himself so that Gyro could see everything he was doing. He cant help but stare at the pie as its brought over and set down next to him, gowing off the wonderful gooey center as it droops and little bits of vanilla melting donw on the edges. It seemed as if the bat should have left a third scoop though, as there's a spot that's conviniently empty. He doesnt get much longer to look before he's taken out fo the water and violently shaken. Large drops sling from his body and the motion stuns the stallion as he's plopped down into the towel, only to land with an oof. He lays there, hardly registering Verlo's words as he reels from the motions, catching his breath and trying to recover.

23:35 Verlo watched with a no small amount of glee as Gyro seemed to he wholesomely out of it now, swaying his little body around on the towel in at least a little bit of a daze. Verlo 'hmphed' slightly as he heard no worthwhile replies from the unicorn, and proceeded to roll him into the towel and squezed him, wicking as much water out of his fur as he could. the halfbat listened for a few squeaks of discomfort before unravelling the towel, scrubbing around the more difficult to reach places with his relatively large hooves. As dry now as he'll ever be, Verlo plucked up the discombobulated unicorn and plonked his fuzzy butt on the plate, his back against the gooey pie as the ice cream molded around his hooves. "How's that? Any better for ya, you dirty intrusive hothead?" Verlo carried the plate over to his couch, because he totally had one and regularly ate on it.

23:47 GyroTech hardly reacts initally as Verlo wrolsl the towel around him, but soon he becomes aware of what's going on as the rough fabric of the towel digs into his body and closes around him. He squeaks and squeals, flailing and giggling as the hoof prods him across the belly and other senstitive areals, though he didnt have the strangth to push the hooves off of his tiny body. He's panting once more as the towel unrolls, before letting a yelp out as he feels the fabric slice up between his legs, rubbing against his nethers and between his but cheeks. Overall he's left midly damp as he glares up at the stallion "H-hey! Cut that out!" Soon he gets his wish as he's pressed down onto the pie. His body leaves a pony shaped impression as the sticky gooey mess matts into his fur and warms his body. The cinnomin leaves a slightly gritty feel in his coat though on his sides the cool icecream freezes him, leaving him in an uncomfortable limbo with parts too hot and too cold. He tries to extract himself but the sticky pie holds him in place like a fly on tape. "H-hey! No! This isnt better! Take moe off of this pie and let me go!" He whines. The air is so thick with cinnomin that he can practically taste it on every breath.

23:57 Verlo held the plate up as he sat down, one hoof so equipped with a fork that he picked up on the way out of the kitchen. The living room was better decorated than his purely functional kitchen, warm tones contrasting with the harder roughness of the unicorn himself. Perhaps, it was supposed to be a small comfort to anyone that was invited to the baticorn's home, save for those who had awful, awful things coming to them. Verlo took a huge, excessive whiff of his pie and Gyro too, his nostrils flaring above Gyro with a relatively noisy intak of air. "Oooh, ahh, just what I needed after such an evening. A nice snack and.....well, just a nice snack. Nothing around here I could consider good company." Verlo sliced off the tip of the pie and brought it into his mouth, opening his jaws wider than truly necessary and highlighting the sharp fangs and slimy saliva coating the halfbat's arching tongue. His lips closed around the fork with a soft 'mmmm~' coming from the unicorn as he pulled the fork free. A small bulge could be seen travelling down his throat after a few moments of audible chewing, the pie proving to be very savory and moist.

00:08 GyroTech feels the plate jostle around as he's carried through the house and then as Verlo lays down he's still held at face level with teh pony, forced to stare him down with the position he's stuck in. The stallion is way too fixated on the half bat to actually take in the atmosphere of the home as he shivers in the pie desptie its warmth. "No Please dont do this to me! I'm not food, I'm not a snack!" He begs, desperate for escape. His fur stands up fromt eh force of the air as Verlo sniffs and then flops back down. The stallion lets out a frightened cry and shrinks back as the fork comes forward, cutting off the pie just in front of hte top of his head. His paniced eyes follow that instrament to the wide open pink maw, where saliva glints off of the sharp piercing fangs and drips down from the fleshy top, before the pie disapears. He shudders as teh jaws move up and down, followed by a bulging lump sliding down into the chest. "N-no! Plealse! I'll do anythign!"

00:22 Verlo smiled at GyroTech, his toothy grin barely speckcled with frabments of pie. Verlo's breath washed over the unicorn as he played with his food, watching the unicorn squirm as those sharp teeth came rather close to the end of Gyro's muzzle, mere inches (relative) away from poking the unicorn's snout. The halfbat then kissed the unicorn, his lips encompassing a rather large portion of Gyro's head as the saliva on the halfbat's lips stuck wetly to the blue furred pie topper. "Oh, I'm sure you will do anything, and I'm alredy well on my way to making sure that of all the things that you /could/ do, you'll do the thing I /want/ you to do. You're going to die, GyroTech, because no one gets in my way. Not some pesky bird, not you." Verlo scoops a forkful of ice cream and pie into his mouth, masticating audibly once more before sending that too down his throat. Another helping of pie was loaded onto his tongue, and Verlo held his mouth open for Gyro to see the delicious cinnamony pie sitting on Verlo's tongue. Verlo manuevered the chunk of baked goodness to the back of his mouth, and making sure that Gyro was watching, he swallowed the pie with his maw still open, a little strained expression on the halfbat's face as he made it disappear before the unicorn's eyes with a

00:23 Verlo slimy 'gluck'

00:30 GyroTech pulls his head back as best as he can as Verlo leans forward. he can feel the heat of his breath as he gets closer, and can see the brown bits of pie stuck in crevices between teh pearly white teeth, bathing him in a sickly sweet cinnominy breath that causes the pony to grit his teeth. He puts his hooves on teh fangs in a futile attempt to keep them away. Soon he's sealed in a slimy darkness as teh lips seal over his furred head and hooves, causing him to squirm pand press madly, trying to pull himself out. The smelly spit clings to his body and drips down onto the pie as he's released, leaving the pony sputtering as Verlo explains. "N-no...I dont want to die...and I'm not a bird!" He protests, latchign onto that seemingly pointless fact. Each slimy bite onto the peace of pie sends a shiver down the unicorn's body as he gets a look at what's going to happen to him. Then an even more fearful display, he watches the pie get pushed back and disapear down the gaping throat, with thick saliva dropping around the entire time. "No...please..." he begs sounding quite defeated. There didnt appear to be much pie left around him as verlo reaches for his next bite.

00:44 Verlo took a moment to lick his lips clean of the tasty crumbs of pie crust clinging on, then chuckled as Gyro continued to protest his eventual fate. "Oh, golly gosh, your words have spoken to my little halfbat heart!" Verlo mock exclaims, hamming up the performance by raising his the utensil-bearing fork to his forehead. "Why, your endless words have truly convinced me, and the world, of your proclaimed innocence!" he continued, rolling his eyes up and looking aghast. "And, to top it all off, there isn't much of my snack left! Oh, woe is me..." he said, before turning his head down towards Gyro once more. "That's what you wanted me to do, wasn't it. You wanted me to suddenly have a 'conscious' and let you go free?" Verlo frowned, then went past that and bared his teeth at the little unicorn. "I really, really doubt that I'm the one that was the first one to show you how the world works when you cross the wrong pony, and I feel that this lesson is going to be wasted on such a pony like yourself." Now the halfbat was outright scary, his eyes wide open and a little glow added to his intense stare. "Goodbye, GyroTech. It wasn't even a pleasure knowing you." Verlo lowered his gaping maw towards the plate as he simultaneously raised it incrementally higher, his tongue lapping

00:45 Verlo up the remnants of his dessert and the unicorn in between his jaws. Mucky saliva coated everything as the last pie chunk pinned Gyro's hooves in place. Verlo kept his mouth open for a few moments to make sure that Gyro got a good, last look at the world as presented by Verlo's living room. Then, he closed his mouth, teeth coming down like a stage curtain to seal the unicorn in humid, cinnamony darkness.

00:57 GyroTech sucks in a deep breath as he stares down the pony as the slick pink tongue trails around the outside of his grey lips, pulling off the few brown crumbs that stuck to it and leaving a gliestning trail on the flesh. His ears fold flat as Verlo begins his mocking speech and he bites his lip, shuddering from the sickening tone of it all. "But..but...you cant do this to me! Its not right. Lets just forget the whole thing!" he protests, despite the apprent fact taht there was no way he was getting free. "I promise, I'll learn my lesson from this and not go after your marefriend, or anypony elses again." He pleads before letting out a squeal as the fangs get incredibly close to him. The tongue presses down on his form, pushing him even further the pie and making it so the stallion couldnt even really move his hooves as they get gummped up by the sticky pie. The heavy smell of vanilla saturates his snout as the tongue forces its tainted saliva into his mouth, forcing him to taste the delcious sweet taht he'd been put into. The saliva had turrned white brown with the residue from the food. Suddenly he feels his vessel move as the tongue scrapes it up inot hte mouth. He gives a little whimper as he's turned around and forced to watch the pleasant surroundings framed by the dank cavern. Droop drips down on his head as the threatening teeth come together with a clack, plunging him into incredible darkness. The pony finally breaks down into tears as it becomes certain his death. The hot warm breath and spit is his world now, as is the ehchoing noises of each brath and th gluck of the tongue squishing against the walls underneath.

01:09 Verlo holds on for a moment, savoring the last of his pie with a light hum of satisfaction as Gyro was knowingly plunged into humid darkness. Saliva trailed over more than what was first observed, dripping fown from the roof of the halfbat's mouth in strands thicher than Gyro's forearms at his current shrunken form. It gathered and pooled around the unicorn half-pressed into the sweet pie filling, reaffirming the notion that he was not getting out of here without a fight. A noisy swallow was the only forewarning before Verlo's maw started it's last operation for the evening, The thick tongue coiled around the chuink of pie, ice cream, and horse as it was squeezed tight, squishing out some of the dessert off of Gyro and between the halfbat's teeth. His jaws started working, strong muscled underutilized to turn the delicious pastry into a smooth mash all around GyroTech's pinned bodh. Wiggle as he tried, Gyro would not get out of this in the direction he wanted to. The sweetness and saliva slickened food mad all sorts of wet, sticky noises as the halfbat chewed his food save for one piece, surrounding the unicorn in a cacophany of squelches and splashes as the food broke apart. Verlo's tongue uncoiled around Gyro, and pushed a small amount of the pie to his throat, where it

01:10 Verlo disappeared with a lunge of the tongue underneath him and a booming, guttural gulp. Verlo chuckled, knowing that he had saved the best for last.

01:20 GyroTech squints his eyes shut in the darkness, cowering as he feels the tongue waver underneath him but doing nothing to aide in manipulating the pie that was int he stallion's mouth. Hot sticky saliva dripped and drizzled onto his form, creating slimy pools where his body was pressed into the pie. Then, with a quiet gluck, much of the spit in the mouth empties and the tongue suddenly mashes him up against the roof of the mouth, forcing the wind out of the stallion's lungs and, more importantly , squeezing quite a bit of the pie away from the unicorn. He squeals in fright as the sticky mixture permeates his entire coat now, getting its sickeningly squishy gritty texture into every crevice, even private ones. Soon he feels the jaws moving around him as the tongue holds him largely in place. Squelching squicking noixes reverperate around him as the teeth come together on the delicious mixtures of flavores and more than a coupe times he feels his furgetting caught between the teeth. The stallion squeals in fright and pushes his hooves against the tongue, trying to free himself from teh confines. Hie kicks and bites and squirms, but his motions have littel effect othe rthan the occasional pinching, none of which aids in his escape. Finally he's released, sighing and panting in the not maw when he feels a bulge squeeze past him to the back of the throat. The tongue rises up underenath him, but mercifully he's caught on teh safe side as a loud sickening gluck fills the chamer. Gyro finds new viggor and begins to pound on the teeth, trying to foce himself through the tiny crevice towards freedom.

01:33 Verlo pulled his lips back into yet another grin as he felt Gyro pounding away with his tiny hooves against his big mean teeth. Light even appeared around the gaps of the pearly whites, teasing the unicorn before the tongue pulled the unicorn away from potential salvation and towards the dark abyss of Verlo's throat. The rest of the pie was waiting, a sticky mash of sweetness ran through and through with the halfbat's saliva placed just so within the cage of a maw that Gyro was stuck into it almost immediately, once more becoming pinned to a delicious snack. The halfbat tilted his head upwards, sliding the lumpy unicorn slowly towards his throat, speed reduced only by the rough texture of the halfbat's tongue and Verlo's somewhat low incline. gyro's hooves just started to dangle over the precipice at the back of Verlo's mouth, his tail barely brushing against the entrance to the tight tube. This far back, and frofen in place as he was, Gyro had no chances left of excape, and Verlo knew it. He loved this part, the last hurrah of a nasty pony who needed to disappear and get out of everyone's mane. The halfbat opened his mouth enough to let Gyro get one more look at the outside, then tilted his mouth upwards again and swallowed around the unicorn. Verlo really, really loved

01:33 Verlo this part, listening for the unicorn's screams of helpless terror as his lower half was taken by the halfbat's throat. Another swallow, and he was gone, just like that, cast forever more into the depths of the baticorn with a resolute 'glk'

01:46 GyroTech presses his hooves up on the teeth, trying to force the mouth open and lets out an excited gasp as the lips begin to steadily part and reveal to him teh hope of salvation, but the teeth dont seem to budge an inch. Suddenly the powerful muscle beneath his feet tilts its tip up and knocks the pony off his feet before pushing him backwards. He's rewdly shoved into the last sweet delicious bite of the pie icecream mixture, getting himself half stuck in the ball. His back half wiggles and squirms as hsi head is pressed into the mash. "No! NO you cant! Please!" He calls out, though through the mush he'd likely be indistinct and incomprehensible even to the bat that had him in his jaws. His back legs skitter across the slippery surface of teh tongue as he tries to reverse course, but the slope is too great and soon his rump presses against the slimy fleshy back fo the stallion's throat. his hooves hang down over the abyss, leaving all his weight on the front half. He flails, clicking against the flesh in a blind panic as he nears the point of no return, and then suddenly the tongue lifts up, and his mashed ball is forced backwards as the throat opens up with a deafening noise. THe little tiny stallion screams in pure terror as the muscles grab the ball and squeeze him entirely into it as he's drawn down the slippery tube. His form makes a nice sizable bulge in the pony's neck as he takes the quick travel down to the sickening depths of the stallion.

02:00 Verlo swallowed repeatedly around the still squirming and fighting form of GyroTech, sending him down the seemingly endless fleshy tube while recular contractions of muscled propelled the tiny unicorn downwards in a controlled manner. The last of Gyro's flavors still lingered on his tongue, the unicorn's fruity taste mingling with the sweet cinnamon in a strange, but still agreeable combination. Verlo helf a hoof up to his neck as he swallowed, feeling the lump of unicorn travel down his grey furred neck until it disappeared into the halfbat's chest. Verlo's heart was quite audible at such a close range, powerful regular thumps pounding around the unicorn as he slid down the slickened esophagus until his hooves touched against the sphincter that sealed the contents of the halfbat's stomach from the throat. Verlo swallowed again, more waves of peristalsis bearing down on the battered form of GyroTech until his hooves pierced through the firm ring and into the halfbat's stomach. With the last barrier overcome, Gyro was squeezed into the churning sack like tooth paste, joining the existing dessert mush already part way through mechanical digestion. Everything was in motion in the fleshy food sack, the items that were once pie and ice cream rendered into an

02:00 Verlo unrecognizable mass of thick lumps and slimy pools.

02:11 GyroTech squeals in the hot slimy tube as it presses around him and squirms around, pressing out against the powerful muscles, without any effect. The heavy beating of the stallion's heart rumbles his entire being as he passes by, and he can hear teh deep breaths that the pony takes as well. Much more worrying though, were the wet gurgling squelches that he could hear lurking beyond a fleshy door up ahead. After a couple tight squeezes he feels his body forced slowly from the tube, hanging out in the open air for just a second before splashing down into a soft slimy mess below. If his coat wasnt ruined already, it would be now as he's burried deep in a mound of soft slimy pie. The saliva had diluted it enough that now it was much closer to sludge than the sticky mess that he'd been stuck in before. All around him the warm aromatic scents very nearly mask the acidic foul air of the stomach. THe first breath he takes leaves the unicorn coughing and weezing as it stings the back of his throat, giving him no illusion about where he was. He tries to get out to the top of the sludge, but every time he makes any headway, a powerful contraction forces him back in to the mixture. He cires out in fear, making a heck of a racket, every noise completly incoherent to the bat who'd eaten him, but his intentions were sure hard to miss.

02:24 Verlo was saddened by the lack of a coherent response from the little morsel, now fully entombed in the caustic muck filling the halfbat's stomach. He patted his belly a few times as he readjusted his seating position, leaning back against the backrest as he plucked out a few of the unicorn's yelps and screams of terror. Gyro's cries were rather satisfying to the stallion, his breathing slowing down from the adrenaline of having a live pony as a midnight snack. "Aw, there there, you're in a 'better place' now, far from anyone who could be hurt by you~" Verlo cooed to the struggling pony in his gut. "Oh, don't be like that, you're doing everyone a favor!" he continued, as the juices in the stomach around the unicorn slowly seeped through out the sludge and slowly making it more of a soup. There were almost no convienient hoof holds for Gyro to latch onto, most of the pie had either been throughly chewed by the halfbat, or it had melted away into uselessness by the powerful acids that ate through anything. Little ponies included. Verlo let out an uncharacteristig belch, as a particularly strong kick from the struggling unicorn caught him off guard. Ever the teaser, Verlo swallowed some 'replacement' air, keeping the little unicorn alive as long as he could until the acrid

02:25 Verlo environment burnt him up and sent him on his merry way to places even deeper in the halfbat. The stomach continued churning around the lovely meal, constantly throwing the unicorn into the muck unless he found a clever pocket to hide in.

02:36 GyroTech feels the chamber shakes as the stallion slaps his belly with a hoof, sending him crashing back donw into the ever sinking sludge, only to have it then invert, completly burying him until he manages to claw his way back up to the surface for a breath of air. All around him he can hear the stallion's booming voice, threatening to burst his eardrums as they ache from the noise. His ears fold flat as he hears the words and he calls out, "Fuck you! I hope the guards find you and eviserate you while you're still alive!" He could feel the grittyness of the mixture slowly leveling out under the constant churning, and more important the powerful acids that ate away at the mush. Worse still, the stallion was begining to notice that his fur was begining to itch and tingle from the exposure. His mouth burned every time he accidentally took a mouthful fo the sweet and bitter chyme, the situation causing his stomach to wretch, throwing up the alcohol he'd drank previously. Suddenly the iar departs the chamber as a thunderous belch assaults his ears. The slimy walls press tight around him forcing him into the sloppy mess with no surface to break, but right as he finds his lungs starting to burn he presses back out into fresher air. He coughs and sputters, being forced to tread water teh entire time, despite the rocky chamber. Sadly, there didnt seem to be any such clever pockets as he moves, leaving him in no position to escape the acids as his tingling became a burning as his fur sloughs off of his body. "LEt me out! Spit me Up!" he cries in desperate pain, making Verlo keenly aware of how far along things were.

02:48 Verlo chuckled, hearing what could be the last words ever to come out of the little GyroTech's mouth muffled through layers of skin and bones. The were clear enough, as Verlo had been slowly attuning his sense of hearing to pick out specific vocalizations as the little unicorn was nice enough to provide them. "Let you out? Spit you up? Now, really? I'm sure by now, you can feel what I've done to you, but really, it was you who brought this onto yourself. You didn't have to go and do what you did, and this all could have been avoided. but no, you just had to go sticking your nose in places it didn't belong, so I'm going to take care of you and see that this never, ever happens again." Verlo's stomach didn't really change its tempo much over the course of the evening, a constant churn more than enough to work the contents into a nutritious slurry that would eventually flow deeper still into places even less hospitable than the halfbat's stomach. Verlo was looking forward to Gyro's continued resistance for as long as he could put up an effort, but he was also looking forward to the moment when it all stopped. The muck around Gyro's limbs slowly thinned out, becoming less and less useful as a suspension fluid for little unicorns and exhausting him quicker and quicker.

02:48 Verlo Verlo belched again, then swallowed a smaller amount of air than before, doing little to disperse the acidity out of the 'air' in his stomach. Gyro's efforts would have to increase if he wanted to keep his head above the muck, as it constantly trued to toss him under the rolling waves of melted down pie, ice cream, and likely little bits of Gyro himself. The halfbat didn't even consider letting Gyro free, not wanting to spoil

02:48 Verlo his evening with a disgusting and mostly foregone unicorn bobbing away in his guts.

02:58 GyroTech patheticly whimpers as he hears the stallion's responses to his demands, feeling his heart sink as he cries even harder. His nerves felt like they were on fire and he knew at this point he should give up but he cant bring himself to. Every contraction brings him under, forciing himself to exhurt more engergy as he reaches up to break the surface to breath in the stale air that prolonged his miserable existance. By now his flesh was raw and red, and his eyes would have been rendered useless, had the poor unicorn been in a state to cast light in the first place. He breathes hard and heavy, as under his burning flesh his muscles ache too from all his attempts to stay alive. It was now too much effort to even screem as he pants, pushing against teh stomach walls. He feels the walls shrink close again with another belch, compacting the stomach even tigher. The new smaller volume makes it even easier to plunge the stallion under the liquid, trapping him underneath and cauing him to flail multiple times. Finally, after a long hard fought half an hour, the stallion cant find the force to break the surface one final time, his body so sore and deteriorated then. Verlo could feel his couple final weak struggles before he goes still, his body destined to join the mush and nuck that already was draining down the stallion's intestines to become energy and even thicker muck.

03:12 Verlo had long rolled over once more onto his side as Gyro's slowly weakening resilience dwindled away into silence and stillness. The unicorn's lack of any further motions was a slightly sad relief to the halfbat, disappointed in that he wasn't going to feel him linger on any further or kick around in the stomach that claimed him. Verlo could only presume that he had fallen to one or more environmental hazards, be it the acrid air, caustic fluids, or the plain exhaustion that comes from trying and trying to fight a monster easily ten times his size in every dimension. The halfbat was overall quite satisfied with his snack, the tasty treat of a little fruity unicorn more than making up for the earlier disappointments in the evening. Verlo held a hoof up to his mouth and belched once more as the liquid levels slowly diminished, leaving an abundance of gases to expel. A small chunk of knotted mane came up against his foreleg, the slimy pink and purple strands sticking to his grey fur and standing out like bolded print. "Whelp, I suppose that was that, dear GyroTech. At least you were delicious after all, and a wonderful snack~" Verlo's stomach would continue through the night, churning and tossing the mush around and carrying a little unicorn along with the currents,

03:13 Verlo slowly breaking down the more solid unicorn in layers. The juices were already through the skin, leaching out the unicorn's precious blood into the sludge as it worked ever deeper through the shrunken stallion. Soon enough, he would be broken down, chemically rendered apart by the halfbat's stomach into an unrecognizable lump that would be carried further still. Even now in places, the unicorn's bones were sticking through

03:13 Verlo into the sludge, as the halfbat dozed off on his couch.

03:29 Verlo woke up the following morning with the small headache from the night at the bar, and a bit more pressure underneath his tail. Verlo had managed to not roll off the couch in the night, and his reward for that was an insistent need to relieve himself. The halfbat yawned, raising a hoof to his mouth to stifle a yawn and noticed that a little clump of purple and pink had remained stock to his hoof. "O-oh, right, that was a thing," Verlo mumbled to himself, the memories of last night's events surfacing in the stallion's mind. Another pressing matter reminded Verlo that he had business to take care of, and he walked over to his bathroom slowly, being a little more careful this morning as he felt like he would go at any moment. This was an uncomfortable sort of fullness, that would leave the moment Verlo gave his rump the go ahead. The halfbat squatted over his commode, the porcelain shining crisp and white in the bright morning sunshine streaming through an indirect window. With a pleasing sigh, Verlo let his bowels evacuate that which had been crying out to be let out for several hours. Brown lumps splashed down into the water, quickly piling up as the last of what was Gyro slid out with ease. One last bit remained, just inside his pucker and wouldn't go without

03:29 Verlo at least a little effort from Verlo. He squeezed his anus around the last remaining object, and a little unicorn's skull dropped from under the halfbat's tail. It was packed full of the unicorn's waste, and as he turned around to relieve himself, Verlo almost admired the little flecks of bone that still remained, throughly dispersed throughout the pile that was in his toilet. The halfbat was in a silly mood in the morning,

03:29 Verlo and played a little game with the yellow stream, seeing how much of Gyro's skull he could rinse off with the warm unnicorn piss. "Oh heh, it looks brand new now, how about that!" The skull looked upwards at the halfbat as he pressed the handle down, eye sockets vacant as it swirled down the drain.