Go Eat a Dick

15 January 2017

21:37 Gyro Feather wanders on in to the bar and sits down, ordering for himself a pomegranate martini.

21:38 Flanker calls Gyro a pussy for ordering such a drink.

21:38 Gyro Feather snorts at flanker. "I like what I like. Go choke on your vodka."

21:39 Breythas laughs. "Dead bird talking,"

21:39 Jesse Freemartin turns to Flanker. "You gonna take that from him, Flanker?"

21:40 Breythas lightly pats the dog, "Oh, no - if I felt so inclined I probably would eat him. But that's just the way this place works and all, nothing personal: besides, he might even find it fun!"

21:40 Flanker "It's Gyro. The only thing he chokes on is the dick he gets in the bathroom."

21:42 Gyro Feather retorts, "Well its more dick than you'd ever get your tail around, or course, anyone who's even been with one guy has you beat."

21:45 Flanker "Are you trying to make me feel bad for not having to suck some guys dick so you won't get hurt?" She cracks her knuckles, standing up. "No little whimps like you would ever have a chance at me. You're too weak."

21:51 Gyro Feather feels himself quiver as the other gryphon gets up, but he wasnt going to outwardly show his fear beyond that. "I wouldnt want to try and get up in you anyways. You're probably dry and uncomfortable."

21:54 Breythas also looks to watch the scene unfolding between Flanker and Gyro. The bird may as well have just worn an 'eat me' sign around his neck.

21:56 Flanker "That's not where you'll be." She loomed over him just a moment later, her talons clamping down on his shoulders. Her shadow engulfed the lesser gryphon, digging the tips of her talons into his skin and lifting him up. "You'll be in a place too hot to breathe and too tight to move. Let me show you the way, сука."

22:01 Gyro Feather takes another sip of his drink trying to look disinterested to hide hsi real fear as she stands over him, but as she grabs him, his drink spills over his feathers, coating him in the sticky sweet alcohol. "S-S-S-so you a-are g-going to ea-eat my d-dick Afterall." he says, trying to sound witty, hoping that she'd decide he wasnt worth it, but the whole thing falls rather flat. The gryphon doesnt quite struggle yet, but she can feel his shuddering within her talons.

22:12 Flanker "Ты тупой." She responded in her own tongue, moving one of her hands to his arms to keep them pinned. "You can't even keep yourself from shaking. You're a disgrace to be called the same race as mine. But, enough talk. You belong somewhere where you might actually be [b]useful[/b]." Her beak cracked open after finishing, showing off that dark cavern lined with wet flesh, that red muscle going down the middle leaning out as her head tilted forward and into his feathery head. Sllllrp!

22:14 < Jesse Freemartin> "Damn. That bird doesn't waste any time."

22:18 < Valor Chaser III> [sub]Whelp, there it is[/sub]

22:19 Gyro Feather begins to realize he's not going to be able to talk his way out of this one now as those claws clamp down around his arms and hold them tightly to his sides. He begins to squirm in her grip, reaching down towards the ground with his toes as she lifts him. His wings stretch out wide to provide an impediment while his vision is soon filled with the pink cavern. He stares down the open beak, watching the muscular tongue snake out and smear thick saliva upon his head and gulps, shuddering. "No...lets not get hasty flanker. THere are plenty of other tasty things around here...." He protests, smelling her hot stale, meaty breath washing over his beak.

22:20 Chip Stilton slips his way inside, the mouse wearing a nealy unbuttoned purple shirt and blue jeans. He casts a wave to the familiar faces here, there and everywhere and then leaps up atop his favoured sofa, applying himself in the same spot he has on recent days, atop the plush cushion. Such a habit forming rodent!

22:25 Flanker responds with a lurch from her neck, clamping her beak around his scalp all the way to the back of his neck, her beak digging into him. Her tongue assaulted his face, sliding over his eyes before going lower, pulling on his chin and tugging his head all the way in. The world went dark after that point. Air rushed past his head, wet muscle grinding on him only generating slick, loud noise. He wasn't getting away from her.

22:29 Breythas is mostly just sitting around and watching events unfold in the expected fashion - but hey, the bird was asking for it!

22:30 Chip Stilton can't help but crack a smile as he looks over to the consumption mid progress. "Who looked at Flanker funny today?"

22:31 Gyro Feather tries to pull back as she darts her head forward, but there's really no place for the poor bird go go too, and so soon he feels the sharp tooth of the beak creep up over the crest of his head. He calls out in protest while the tongue leaves hot oily slime upon his form, matting down his feathers and drawing out his fruity taste. His vision is already quite dim as he's forced to look at the the pulsing orgainic flesh before him, which glistens in teh faint light. He squirms in her grip, even as the tongue draws him deeper till the beak creeps around the back of the neck, digging painfully against his felsh and encasing him in darkness. He couldnt believe this. He'd just been minding his own business when that dumb bird decided to molest him.

22:31 Breythas answers Chip's question, "That would be Gyro - I will give you a few moments to pretend you're surprised,"

22:33 Chip Stilton looked over and then blinked. "Awh... I suppose you can only get away with those jabs so many times. Though, cannibal gryphons. That's a new one to me!"

22:40 Breythas gets to his feet, "Welp, I'm off," he says to nobody in particular before making his way out the door!

22:40 Flanker rolls her eyes at Breythas, giving him a look of 'Don't think I couldn't eat you a second time' before paying her attention back down to the gryphon in her mouth. Her beak roughly grinded against his feathers as she swallowed his head, taking in his shoulders with another aggressive pull of her slimy tongue. Her hands toured his hips after she reached a point of his arms being pinned by her mouth itself, grabbing him by the ass just to piss him off and push him in deeper, the throb of her heart beat surrounding him my

22:40 < Flanker> him.*

22:45 Gyro Feather 's wings remain open wide in hopes of preventing her from actually being able to get him down, even as his shoulders push into her open beak, locking his arms well to his sides. He struggles back and forth, feeling the rolling pull of the throat muscles trying to drag him deeper while the sharp claws prick at his rump, putting a painful strain on his wings as they push against the sharp edge of teh beak. He can feelt eh edge peircing, leaving a little trickle of blood that dampens his feathers. Around him, the heartbeat and her breathing is silenced only by the loud eager gulps, trying to pull him past his wedged spot.

22:49 Flanker stared up into his wings, only to roll her eyes. He knew better than this. Flanker, rather than fold them down, simply pulled harder on him, either forcing him to put them down or break them until they fit inside. A small pile of his feathers were accumulating at the feet of the superior gryphon, pressing and straining his bones, waiting for a sickening snap or pop of success, smirking. She knew he had to be screaming in there, completely helpless~.

22:53 Skylar Stellarwing stretches her wings out for a moment as she lets out a lengthy yawn. Seems as though she had dozed off a bit and missed much of the action.

22:55 Jesse Freemartin , wakes up momentarily, scratchign her messy hair. She blinks at Flanker with quiet eyes. Then, sitting up a bit, she sees Zoe and Chip together and laughing. The cow smiles absently at their shared joy.

22:59 Gyro Feather can only grunt in pain as his wings are pushed further inside, causing an incredible ache. The pressure grows stronger and stronger until finally there was that was that loud crack as his bones snap causing his wings to finally begin to fit in. The bird gives a muffled howl deep inside, though the tight walls of the esophagus keep his beak held shut. He begins to slide in once more at this point, his bulge moving along inside her neck as he begins to near her crop.

23:11 Flanker sighed as she heard that crunch, enjoying the result. He was much easier now! Her beak started down his back again, his wings crumpled out of order like a broken toy, slathering him down with her thick saliva as he nears her stomach's sphincter. She tilted her head back as she took his balance into hers, gravity pushing him down as she pulled with it, only his little legs dangling from her beak. One swallow, two swallows and then a final budge from her hand and he disappeared from the outside world. The only thing left was one hell of an arousing bulge in her neck, soon to disappear and reappear as a hanging stomach.

23:17 Gyro Feather scrunches his face as his snout pushes in past that tight ring before him, blasting him with the hot putrid air of teh stomach belwo, and making the growling churning noises all to clear. As his beak presses in, he's finall able to properly scream out in pain from the feeling of his broken wings haphazardly being squished into his body, forcing him to go all but limp. His beak presses down intot eh acids, giving him an unwelcomed mouthful of the fetid bitter liquid that sticks like oil to his tongue and burns it, while his tai thrashes in the air. He feels the tongue licking over his footpaws soon enough, and then with a snap the beak banishes him to her tight insides. The stomach grows far more uncomfortable the more he bulges out inside of it, forced to curl up in the disgusting juices while his body leaves shapely contours upon her belly.

23:23 Chip Stilton points over to poor Gyro and the content Flanker. "My problems don't seem to bad right now, by comparison. I'm not looking at becoming food tonight so far."

23:23 Emarth pads over towards Flanker and gently rumbles at the fellow gryphon, "Need a rub down for the boy in your belly?" The catbird perked his head up some and peers at the belly that is sagging out, tail swishing about behind him as he observes, head bowed. His foretalons flex a bit~

23:30 Flanker "'[b]Urrrrrhhhhpph[/b].." Belched the gryphon, patting her stomach with a little groan. She waggled her talons at Jessse as she left, only to look down to see yet another gryphon. "I might. Give me a minute to at least digest my food." She stated, picking a few feathers from her beak, kicking the rest on the ground aside. He would find himself squeezed into that tight cavity, surrounded entirely by caustic, annoying acids. They gnawed at his fur as he wriggled around in it, forming a delightful outline on the outside of her taut stomach. "He's gonna give me a little extra trim in juuuust the right places, I can feel it."

23:35 Emarth bows his head out of respect for Flanker With it, the male carefully settled himself down, curling his form up and watching the predator go about that digestion. Eyes flutter about to the various contours the meat inside makes, another thumping and swishing of his tail following up as he observes contently.

23:38 Gyro Feather winces as the loud noise of a fair chunk of his air leaving the stomach echoes around him while the walls compress his form even tighter, causing another crack of bone and a howl of pain from within the gryphon's stomach. Already he can feel the burning singe of the warm fluid he was bathing in biting into his flesh, working to strip him of feather and fur and already causing bits of the m to flake off. He kicks and squrims pushing out with his broken limbs and making muffled pleas for mercy that are incomprehensible to all but flanker.

23:47 Flanker 's shirt stretched out rather uncomfortably at this new diameter, in fact. She groaned, trying to pull it over all the way to no avail, only to furrow her brow. "Черт возьми. Guess it has to go." She rumbled, her stomach's gurgling slowly picking up in volume the more it realized food was in its midst. Her talons pulled up on her shirt, sliding over the bulge Gyro made and as well as her breasts, revealing her supple mounds. Solid, even double Ds with her snow white feathers running down her cleavage, jiggling after her shirt pulled past her nipples. She held her shirt in her hand after she removed it, the spare one clasped over her stomach and squeezing down on it. "Come on, you call yourself a gryphon, Gyro? At least squirm like the little bitch you are."

23:49 Skylar Stellarwing smiled a bit as she watched Flanker break down the inferior Gryph, one she had admittedly been friends with. Her presence was imposing, and one to be admired, no doubt.

23:56 Gyro Feather is confused by the loud booming works he can hear all around him echoing in his ears, but it only becomes clear what's happening as the shirt lifts up and off of her form, removing some of the constriction his body from before. He feels the pain on his skin steadily growing more present as his body is stripped bare while his motions leave wiggling indents on the surface of flanker's body while his own form straines from the pressure of the stomach muscles rolling and clenching over him, squelching the steadily rising liquid against his form.

00:08 Flanker steps towards the couch with a little jiggle from both her stomach and her breasts, setting her plump ass down on the cushion and stretching out. Her stomach churns loudly, mixed into the crowd's chatter, her hands coming down to massage into the mass. On the inside, blood was slowly being spilt, her acids tearing through his pelt and deep into his skin, devouring every little inch it touched. His bones were put to the limit by the tightening muscles of her abdomen, seeing just how much he'd take before he would simply collapsed in on himself~.

00:14 Gyro Feather feels his struggles weakening as he begins to exhuast the last of the air in the stomach as he fights against the walls that close in. His entire skin is burning now, or mor apt to say his flesh as most of his skin is eaten away at this point. he can feel the walls of the stomach rolling over him more forceuflly as the stomachs activity grows as she settles down on the couch. It isnt too much longer before a finaly series of crunches followed by a gurgle are the last things heard from the bird inside before he's rendered nothing more than food for the more powerful gryphon.

00:25 Flanker belches again, tasting that tinge of raw meat on her breath, tightening her grasp on her stomach until she heard it creak, eventually [color=red][b]crunching[/b][/color] that little bird into a bloody mess of mush and bone. Any recognizable shape of him is now gone, just a bumpy, delicious curve of a distended, bloated stomach. [color=green][sub]Blo[/sub][sup]lorr[/sup][sub]rrbb[/sub][sup]bbBBrble~[/sup][/color] She licked the edges of her beak slowly.

00:31 Flanker requests a belly rubber.

00:33 Emarth perks and settles back down.

00:35 Flanker was naked from the waist up, placing her hands behind her head and belching once again as he kneads into her, cracking an eye over at Emarth. "Hey, you. Come over here. Weren't you gonna help?"

00:37 Emarth slinks on over and swiftly starts fufilling that duty quite well, digging his delicate fingers into the gryphon's gurgling gut with a small mumbling blush. "Relax and sit back sweetie.~"