A Preening and a Snack

7 June 2016

20:16 < Gyro> Hey there~

20:17 < Chazori> Greets.

20:20 < Gyro> In the mood to be a pred this evening? If I interest you that is. We've still not gotten to complete anything, but I did enjoy our little ditties that we did do

20:28 < Chazori> Maybe in a bit. Not sure if this thing will continue or not, heh.

20:28 < Gyro> Alrighty, sure thing ^^

22:08 Chazori peers at.

22:08 GyroFeather peers back at the magestic looking bird!

22:09 Chazori warbles and chitters.

22:09 GyroFeather flutters up onto her back and then begins to preen her neck feathers.

22:10 Chazori warbles and squirms all about.

22:11 GyroFeather lays off for a second. "Shhh its alright there girl, I'm just taking care of you."

22:12 Chazori relaxes and fluffs up.

22:14 GyroFeather pats her gently with a talon and returns to tugging gently on her feathers. He uses his own preen oil, getting his scent on her as he straightens out the feathers.

22:18 Chazori cheeps noisily as her feathers are toyed with, letting the gryphon preen at her, tailfeathers flicking about as she belches another time, coughing up a skull as she does so.

22:24 GyroFeather stops for a second as he hears the mighty belch, which rumbles his perch. "My that was a loud one. Sounds like dinner was satisfying." Finishing with her neck feathers he stands up on her back, wrapping his claws around her neck to reach up into her pretty bronze crest. His blue tail swishes back and forth, dancing into the edge of the bird's vision.

22:32 Chazori rubs at her gut with a wink and nods her head. She peers at that tail as it dances at the edge of her vision and starts to nibble on it, churrling firmly as she warbles noisily.

22:36 GyroFeather feels her shift as he preens but doesnt realize she's gone for his tail until its too late. He feels resistance to his swishing and looks down over her head to notice his tip grasped in her beak, and lets out a soft squeak. "Hey, thats not a toy or a treat. Let it go." He says, tapping her crown. His fur has a delightful fruity scent and flavor to it from the botanicals he cleaned himself with, complimenting his natural catlike flavor. He pulls again with his tail, trying to free it from the noisy beak.

22:52 Chazori absolutely -refuses- to do such a thing. She continues to nibble and slurp at that tail, idly gnawing on it as she savored the taste and, finding it delectable, starts to grip at the gryphon's rub with her wingarms, attending to hold the catbird secure while also, simultaneously stuffing it into her now gaping beak. The chocobo GLRKS as she wedges the hindpads into her upturning beak as she moans around your toes, saturating your pawpads with thick saliva as she does so.. Her belly rumbles omniously.

23:03 GyroFeather growls threateningly at her as she continues to nibble at it, a comical thought given how much smaller he was than her. He finds his tail pulled a little deeper by the nibbling as it was played over by the slippery tongue, coating his fur in warm drool. He digs his claws into the flesh, or at least starts to, when he's jerked against her body by the wings. He screes in fright and flails as his hind paws are guided into the hot slippery maw, getting coated in slick drool. The gryphon gulps as he hears the loud rumble nearby. "H-hey! I'm not food!"

23:14 Chazori thinks you most certainly are. And she grabs and pulls at your body to encourage such a thought, tugging the smaller gryphon into her sweltering hot and humid beak, thick globs of saliva shoving every which way as she slurrrrphed and sloooucked, refusing to let the now frightened and struggling gryphon out of her grasp. She imagines what will happen to the gryphon after, smiling to herself as she fantasizes about it...

23:19 GyroFeather kicks with his hind legs as both they and his tail are shoved down the hot sweltering tube that is her gullet. The muscles clench around the pads, squeezing them and working into the foul slime. Meanwhile his rump squeezes between her hard beak as she presses down, causing her tongue to rub up against his package. The gryphon screeches in fear and grasps at her wings with his claw, trying to pull himself back outwith his talons.

23:40 < Chazori> ((And my message didn't send. ))

23:40 < Chazori> ((zzz))

23:40 < Gyro> I was just about to poke when I noticed you typing)

23:41 Chazori refuses to let the gryphon go. She snags at you, biting firmly as she sways back and forth, gulping and tugging on the gryphon throatily, eyes clenching shut as she continues to grabs that onto the gryphon, huffing and snarling as she made the throat bulge all the more, churrring and smiling happily, enjoying the taste and texture of the catbird that is starting to push deeper and deeper into her throat at her 'beckoning'.

23:47 GyroFeather begins to slip from the wings as she tugs on his form, losing his grip as he's drawn deeper and deeper into the warm fleshy tunnel. His succulent pink feathers press past her beak, changing from a soft fur texture to a ticklish feathery texture. His mind runs to the end scenario if he fails to get free as well, and he doesnt like it one bit. "Spit me out! I'll get you something else. Something that's not me!" He shouts. He can feel the hot strands of drool spraying from her mouth with the cloud noises coming from her beak. His wings flare, or at least attempt to, but he's tries it too late and finds them pressing against her cheeks, only half extended.

23:59 Chazori ignores the gryphon. No. She wants -gryphon- meal and no words, nor actions, nor begging or pleading will stop her from that. She gulps even harder as she continues to gulp down the furry and feathery meal, rubbing at her throat and shoving that face harshly into her beak, grunting and growling all the more as she swallows all the more, grasping and tugging hard with a hiss, drool flicking and and coating the entire

00:01 < Gyro> (I think you're missing part of a sentence. Coating the entire...)

00:09 GyroFeather feels himself in relatively short order pulled all the way up into her beak. His beak just barely hangs from her hot steaming maw, putting him in easy reach of her breath. The powerful foul scent plays across his nostrils, making the poor creature gag and cough, and the saliva that coated his face soon enough from the tongue was even worse. His talons hang onto her beak for dear life now as he fears being sealed inside. He wasnt bird food! He couldnt be...and yet here he was continuing down her powerful gullet. He feels the claw through the throat, pressing on his belly as the back bit of his body had disappeared into her throat.

00:28 < Gyro> (Booop)

00:31 < Chazori> Did you send? I'm having a lot of issues wit h my client. -_- -[]-

00:32 < Gyro> [00:09:15] [08.06.16] -*- Gyro Feather feels himself in relatively short order pulled all the way up into her beak. His beak just barely hangs from her hot steaming maw, putting him in easy reach of her breath. The powerful foul scent plays across his nostrils, making the poor creature gag and cough, and the saliva that coated his face soon enough from the tongue was even worse. His talons hang onto her beak for dear life now as he fears being sealed inside. He wasnt bird food! He couldnt be...and yet here he was continuing down her powerful gullet. He feels the claw through the throat, pressing on his belly as the back bit of his body had disappeared into her throat.

00:32 < Gyro> (That was my last post)

00:33 < Gyro> (Did that go though?)

00:33 < Chazori> -[]-Yes. Annoying. x-x-[]-

00:39 Chazori was pulling quite the magic trick off. She was literally making a gryphon disappear. And she was immensely enjoying the trick she was pulling off, rubbing her abdomen now as the much smaller avian-isque creatures starts to fill it up. Long, languid sweeps of her tongue cross across the catbird's hindpaws as she belches up a few more times, the humid, wet interior surrounding the male as he drifts ever more and more towards the acid vat known as her gut that was burbling and greeting the gryphon oh so nicely! Just. It wasvery very nice. The gryphon would probably notice that he completely missed her crop, the holding chamber no stopping the descent of the gryphon in the -slightest-

00:45 GyroFeather certainly would soon disapear as he feels the tongue wrapping around his front claws and over his face. His hind paws and tail stretch down her humid throat, and after a brief pause against a muscle, dowin into the sphincter. The hot acidic smell in the belch fills his nares and makes them burn with an odor even fouler than chazori's breath. He could feel the expanse of the crop a little further up, though he could tell he hadnt stopped there. The tongue and face fool of drool muffled each of his compaints as he hangs at the edge of the beak, just one gulp away from being sealed completly inside the gorgeous predator.

00:50 < Gyro> (Things come through?)

00:51 < Chazori> -[]-Little delay, but good.-[]-

00:58 Chazori slurps her tongue across her beak as her cardiac sphincter gapes to squeeze the gryphon down into her gut. She sighs happily and continues to knead at her gut, warbling and warking, "My, my... What a delicious little gryphon.. Soon to be a nice bit of bellyfat... And a fat pellet for me to keep in my growing hoard... Let me tell you.. You cute things are so easy to seduce. All I need to do? I just need to act like a stupid bird and you all come tumbling down... You? you'll be special... Very nice spot for you, dear gryphon.."

01:05 GyroFeather sputters as the tongue presses against his beak, flooding it with goopy spit as he' spressed backwards. His slickened claws lose their purchase as a loud glck and a squeezing of her throat muscles draws the rest of him inside, casting him into complete darkness. The tiercel grunts as the noises she makes rumble around him, nearly drowning out her thumping heart and gurgling stomach. Soon he presses in to join the rest of his body,a dn the first thing he notices is the rancid air. Something int he stomach, perhaps the thing she'd eaten previously squishes into his fur from the contractions. "Y-you can talk? Why did you eat me! You shouldnt eat sentients!" He calls out in protest as the stomach squeezes and churns the foul liquid into his flesh.

01:08 < Gyro> (Hmm so how do you like your digestion?)

01:08 < Chazori> -[]-I leave it up to prey. I do it however they like. <3 -[]-

01:14 Chazori doesn't seem to mind that she ate a sentient being. She merely smiled, "You should be honored, my dear. You'll be apart of me soon. And a beautiful momento for me to remember you by." She belched lewdly, expelling a heavy scent of gryphon and a very potent acrid scent as she shakes herself about and sits, applying pressure to your already contained and packed away form, walls kneading and clenching all the more into your form as she yawned slightly and stretched herself, "Try to relax. This may or may not hurt as I melt away your flesh and bleach your bones..."

01:20 GyroFeather squirms about the chamber, pressing his claws and paws into the slippery flesh and making small bulges in her stomach as he struggles to get free. Though, he finds himself further restricted as a monsterous belch echos around him, tightening the sack further against his form and letting out some lifegiving air. Already he could feel the flesh on his hindlegs and tail tingling from teh exposure and certainly soon that would be the rest of him as the churning muscles make sure every inch of him is covered. His mind flicks to the image of a ball of pink and blue feathers surrounding his bones, similar to the brown balls he coughed up after a mouse or a rabbit, and whimpers. "Relax? Relax? I'm not just going to sit here as you turn me into food."

01:23 < Gyro> (Everything come through alright?)

01:23 < Chazori> -[]-Looks ogod.-[]-

01:27 Chazori smiles and churrrls warmly, "Fine. Struggle. I tried to help you.. But you just made this far more interesting and pleasurable as you writhe and squirm!" She giggled a bit and continues to knead and rub at her belly, sighing out as she continues to suck down air to give you the oxygen you desired. While she didn't want to keep you around too long, she was enjoying the movements you were giving... She wasn't a torturer, but she was taking a bit more pleasure from this than she should normally... She has a hard time trying to decide to be a mean pred or a nice one... Either way... She's not letting you out.

01:32 GyroFeather feels himself reinvigerated as another gulp of oxygen floods the chamber, though it doesnt make the air stink any less. The oppressive humidity made him feel like he was choking breathing normally, but that didnt stop him from fighting. His claws find the hole that air came from and tries to pull it open, but the ring holds tight. Other than a pleasant massage for his captor, the only thing his movements manage to accomplish is kicking up more of the slimy goop of the half digested flesh sharing the chamber with him and squishing the gritty mess into his feathers. The itching had spread to the rest of his body now, underneath hsi feathers, and hsi hind legs and tail were already begining to burn as patches of fur slough off from teh flesh.

01:38 < Gyro> (Things come through?)

01:39 < Chazori> -[]-Nope. Resend if you don't mind-[]-

01:39 < Gyro> [01:32:05] [08.06.16] -*- Gyro Feather feels himself reinvigerated as another gulp of oxygen floods the chamber, though it doesnt make the air stink any less. The oppressive humidity made him feel like he was choking breathing normally, but that didnt stop him from fighting. His claws find the hole that air came from and tries to pull it open, but the ring holds tight. Other than a pleasant massage for his captor, the only thing his movements manage to accomplish is kicking up more of the slimy goop of the half digested flesh sharing the chamber with him and squishing the gritty mess into his feathers. The itching had spread to the rest of his body now, underneath hsi feathers, and hsi hind legs and tail were already begining to burn as patches of fur slough off from teh flesh.

01:39 < Chazori> -[]-Thanks.-[]-

01:39 < Gyro> (mmhmm ^^)

01:42 Chazori continues feeding oxygen to the caustic chamber of his gut while still belching rudely when he gets the chance. Every movement and struggle produced by the gryphon only urged more andm ore fluids to douse him and for those muscles walls to bear down and crush at him. Even now, Chazori started to yawn, a sudden urge of drowsiness descending upon her asshe fluffed out her feathers and jostled her gut, sending the gryphon all about within her belly, encouraging her stomach to increase production of natural stomach enzymes and such that was slowly starting to tear the gryphon apart more and more.

01:47 GyroFeather could feel his feathers pulling off of his wings and chest now as the acidic bile works into his flesh. The floating pinions poke and prod at his burning flesh. His movements slow as he's overwhelmed with the painful sensation of his flesh burning away and dissolving in the stomach. The sudden jostling plunges him under the liquid, getting himself a beakful of the bitter bile that burns at his tongue and mouth. Gyro whimpers and continues to fight, but fortunatly for him, based on the slowing of her heart, the fresh oxygen would likely soon stop flowing.

01:50 < Gyro> (Come through?)

01:53 Chazori nods her head as she presses her gut a little bit more, belching again. And again. Letting that oxygen deplete as she starts to curl up on herself, "Good night, birdy. See you later on.." She grins and nuzzles her gut a bit, warbling noisily as she yawns out and flicks her tailfeathers, starting to drift off to doze..

01:58 GyroFeather finds himself losing feeling in parts of his tail as the flesh was just too far gone. He continues to fight, but around him he can hear the heavy belches echoing above the noisy gurgles and thumping heart. The stomahc clenches tight around him as the acids rise higher and higher with little air to displace them unitl he's completly submerged. His naked body fights as best as he can but he finds himself begining to slow as his breath runs short. Finally the gryphon passes out, going still save for some twitching leaving him as nothing more than a hunk of meat to nourish the birds pretty body and keep to her feathers nice and healthy.

02:00 < Chazori> -[]-Want me to just go on out with a bang with you? Unless you wanted to post or anything-[]-

02:01 < Gyro> (Ye go out with a bang :D Pellets + disposal if you dont mind <3 )

02:03 < Chazori> ((Pellet was a definite. Disposal with post vore scat or what? Just don't want to too far and such and make sure and such.))

02:04 < Gyro> (Ye post vore scat :D)

02:04 < Gyro> (you probably cant go too far :P)

02:04 < Chazori> ((Good. A shame you don't do temp vore play. <3 I understand, though. <3 ))

02:05 < Gyro> (Maybe down the line with some of my less played chars once I migrate them to F-list :P)

02:25 Chazori spent the next several hours -destroying- you. There was nothing you can do... nothing you poor corpse of a body could do as she continues to churn you up througout the night as she chirps warmly in her sleep, curling up a bit more on herself as she enjoys the dreams. Extra fat was padded onto her gut and rump, shaking in her sleep as sloshing ex-gryphon continues to process more and mor, taking all that the gryphon was and making it hers.

02:29 Chazori , Come morning, groaned and started to wake up and shake herself up, the various bones and feathers mashed in her gizzard, the avian stretching out as she lets out a loud, disgusting smelling belch that tastes and smells of a certain gryphon that she had just eaten. She shook herself out and looked over her body, smiling at the extra padding on her belly with a churrrl, "Well, gryphon... You look pretty good! However..." She starts to hack and cough suddenly, gurgling wetly as her eyes clench shut, heaving all the more as a thick bulge starts to travel up all the way up her throat, talons clenching at the ground while within her own stall on the ranch. Another sputter and heave and that skull, feathers and bones all in one fine, foul-smelling casting comes up and is expelled out her beak onto the ground with a wet splat. She panted hard and shook her head, immediately spinning around as she lowered her rear. She barely had a moment to do so before her tailhole gapes and thick, fetid waste squeezes out of her spreading tailstar, thick, brown clumps of Ex-Gryphon now Chocobo-Waste. The balls continue to roll as she looks back at the skull she was plopping your remains next to, not envying the stall-clearer that would have to clean up her mess, "Well... My dear friend... I dare say... One... You feel better comingo ut than you did going in... My anal nerves are alight with your movement past them... And Two... I kindal ike this look for you. Don't worry. I'd say the same for myself if I was on the floor there..." Shaking herself out, Chazori resumed to her ploy, warking out loud to call the stable boy, casually gathering up her trophy of a gryphon casting she had hacked up as her own personal reward and trophy to keep...

02:32 < Gyro> oooh that was good. also this whole thing was rather wonderful! thanks for the play, though its an hour and a half past my normal sleeping time for work nighys. Nini

02:32 < Chazori> -[]-Rest. Sorry. ^^; -[]

02:34 < Gyro> i wouldnt have stayed up if i wasnt enjoying it, so dont sorry. i hope we can do this again sonetime

02:34 < Chazori> <3

02:34 < Chazori> Same

02:40 < Gyro> Oh ya, one last thing, you can add me to your lists of conquests if you'd like ^^