A Bit of Bar Service

12 July 2016

18:29 < Der> GyroFeather, only if thay giff was pretty!

18:31 < GyroFeather> :D

18:31 < Stoic> So... Der is gonna mistake a Gyro as a girl?

18:31 < Der> pft

18:32 < Stoic> See, Der thinks its a great idea :D

18:32 GyroFeather hangs out in the Feathered Den, carefully sipping on his drink. He's sitting at the bar, sipping calmly on a fruity martini and taking in the sites around him. The bird's bright colors stick out against the usual drabness of gryphon coats as does his feathered tail which sways behind him.

18:34 < Der> (like 5-10min, need to finnish something)

18:35 < ZeroItamae> (Can one sip something without lips? Totally curious XD)

18:36 < Stoic> (Well, no)

18:36 < Der> (you kinda pour it in!)

18:38 < ZeroItamae> (Haha, silly image)

18:41 < Verlo> (glug glug)

18:59 Der had been sitting on a far corner of the bar for quite some time, nursing at a shot glass and blending right into the drab griffons with his grey and white coat. One griffon did stand out in Der's bird watching session, a bright blue and colorful GyroFeather, who also looked friendly enough! The little bird couldn't help but say hi to the larger griffon and after a couple of minutes of watching, Der slipped away from his glass and dipped underneath the overhanging wood bar. Flying silently in the shadows, no griffon would of noticed his presence until he popped back up with a flip, landing next to a fruity drink and chirping out a painfully happy greeting!

19:09 GyroFeather reaches for his glass right as Der lands, and grasps him with his claws in the middle of the happy chirp. He blinks, both at the noise and the fact taht he's suddenly wrapped something soft and furry in his claws. He looks down, and notices that its a tiny white gryphon in his claws. Instead of letting him go, however, he raises him up and looks the creature over curiously, holding him haphazardly all the while. "And what might you be little thing? A bit small for a place like this."

19:17 Der squawked back in response to Gyrofeather, the little bird puffing up a bit! "I'm Der and I was just saying Hi to a pretty griffon!" The much smaller griffon chirps out quickly. Due to the rather haphazard and careless grip of the feathery tailed griffon, a couple of claws were left poking into Der's side, causing him to shift easily. "And I am the prefect size for this place! The drinks are bigger then I am!" He shoots out with a grin.

19:23 GyroFeather regards the little gryphon with a bit of curiosity, smiling at him at the edges of his beak. "Well thank you very much. I always try to look my best~" Once he's done looking at the beast, after having turned him upside down and all over, he then sets Der down on the rom of his own fruity glass. "Well then...I certainly suppose that's true. I dont suppose it takes more than a quarter of one to get you loosened up." He Gives the little tiercel a little prod to see how he responds, testing for drunkenness.

19:32 < -> pandaway is now known as pandora

19:35 Der squeaked a bit as he was flipped around and thoroughly investigated. The little griffon was able to carefully balance on the thin rim of the glass and nodded in agreement with Gyrofeather's statement, and opened his beak in response "I hope you like what you saw too! You certainly didn-" Der was too busy attempting to flirt and smile up to the peacock's face that he didn't notice the talon poking at his side until it was already sending him falling over. The small bird tried to balance himself, and his wings flared out, but with his delayed reactions currently it was no use. The little bird landed into the fruity coldness with a beak wide open, getting a nice taste in the process.

19:45 GyroFeather bursts out into laughter as the little bird tumbles down into his glass which was still half full and ice cold. With a giggle he dips a talon ton top of the bird, submerging him, and then slowly twirls him around inside the vessel. With that, the gryphon lifts the glass up and takes a drink, careful to avoid the occupant inside his glass. His hot alcoholic breath washes over the little bird as the pink flesh behind his beak is revealed. THen Gyro sets the glass back down with a laugh. "So~ You liked what you saw did you? You're quite the interesting fellow. Feel free to have as much of that as you want.

20:03 < GyroFeather> (Der)

20:05 Der was just about to lift his head out of the freezing beverage when he felt himself be pushed deeper into the glass, coughing and ending up gulping down a mouthful of the liquid while he was disorientated by the swirling motion, which didn't help his already reduced ability to tell what direction was up. After a couple of seconds his little white head popped free, blinking rapidly, the alcohol in the drink stinging at his eyes. What Der saw however wasn't very comforting, the pink inside of Gyrofeather's beak less then an inch away, and the warm breath making the small bird shiver in the glass. Luckily for the little guy, the current going into the griffon's beak slowed and the glass found it's way back onto the bar. The now sweet tasting Der let out a sigh of relief... he was just messing with him. Grabbing hold of the rim of the glass with his talons, a faint smile appeared on his face and he nodded "I-I very much did! ...uh Thank you!" The griffon did not want to seem rude and reached his head down, taking in a very long gulp into his beak.

20:13 GyroFeather laughs as he sees the face on the little bird before it becomes a smile and then nods at him. he lifts his talon up to the edge of the glass to give the tiny bird a way to pull himself out now if he wanted. The drink was something made with passionfruit it would seem, and had a tart sweet flavor. "So...I guess you're a regular around here?" He asks, stealing a glance at all the other patrons. "So, you certainly do have some guts though, being so outgoing while being so small. I've never seen a creature your size wandering around before. Bad genes?"

20:21 Der gives a grin and playfully dives into the fruity drink one last time, taking a smaller drink in the process, looking cute and making every millimeter of him dripping before he climbed onto Gyrofeather's talon, a bit more wobbly then before. With a quick nod, the bird chirps back "I am! But I don't think you are, or at least I haven't seen your pretty tail before~" His nodding head turning into a shaking one, "Nah, just curses and stuff like that!" Not worrying much about the question in his current condition, he was much to much of a happy bird! "And I have to be so outgoing! If I am not, no one will notice me!"

20:27 GyroFeather laughs at Der as he dives into the drink and then pulls the wobbly bird up out of the drink as he steps up. The larger gryphon brings der to his beak and begins to lick him clean, careful not to knock the gryphon off. Its a crime to waste alcohol afterall, and surely Der would agree if he'd said as much. He nods gently to the response and blush a bit. "Oh...no I've not been here before...this is actually my first time at a chicken...err Gryphon bar. He says with a neutral look. "But thanks for the compliment. I do try and keep good care of it." His crest twitches at the mention of a curse. "A...what now? Curse?" He looks at Der skeptically and sets him back down on the table. Once curse is enough for him.

20:40 Der certainly would agree with Gyrofeather's thoughts on licks and alcohol! It was obvious enough when Der started to nuzzle his beak against the much larger one, clacking the two of them together. The warm tongue was a sharp contrast to the cold drink, the cleaning licks also helped by making a little excitement a tad noticeable. The small bird stumbled slightly on the table, waving his talons dismissively, "It's not contagious or anything! You don't get this size naturally, only with bad chooses!" The little griffon stays, plopping down onto the wood "Now bring those talons back! They are nice and warm!"

20:48 GyroFeather had indeed noticed the little bit of excitement between the little gryphon's legs and smirks to himself. "Oh?" He thinks for a second and it was true that his own curse wasnt transferable either. "Ya...I suppose you're right...Its not like I've turned anyone else into a gryphon..." he mutters. The little bird before him was mostly clean of the drink, but in its place there's a small layer of clear spit. He returns the talons to Der and gently nudges him til he's right infront of the larger gryphon, so close infact, that if he stumabled he might end up in Gyro's lap instead. So...I see that there's more interest in me than just as friends huh?" he teases, bringint the tip of his talon between Der's legs.

21:04 Der leans against Gyrofeather's talons once they return to him, the little griffon wasn't interested in, or close enough to the larger bird's head to hear any muttering. What he was more interested in was snuggling against the warm and hard talons, warming himself back up, not minding that he was slowly nudged, pushed, and guided towards the edge of the table, leaving him staring at Gyrofeather's purple chest fluff and the blue fur that his lower half had. The comment by the bigger griffon however took him off guard, despite the previous comments he had chirped out! Der quickly snapped his head up and got out half a sqawk before feeling the tip of a talon pushing between his legs, just barely teasing him and jumping. With the talons surrounding him, the only other direction was out over the edge of the table and in his current state the little griffon fell like a very light rock, landing with a bounce on the cushioned seat Gyrofeather was sitting on and located squarely between two massive hind legs.

21:22 GyroFeather blinks down at the spot that the little gryphon had been just moments ago. He'd blinked for just a second and then the little tiercel was gone. Gyro lets out a long sigh and says, "I guess that little one has run off. Shame too...I didnt even get his name." He doesnt notice the litte gryphon landing on the pillow below him and instead turns back to his drink, sipping lightly on it. The gryphon's large blue musky sack hangs down below in front of the little bird, swaying in time wiht his own movements. It didnt seem like Der had got him very excited yet, but those orbs and sheath were certainly within reach.

21:25 < Der> (Just for understanding, is GyroFeather standing, or sitting, since well hanging balls!)

21:29 < GyroFeather> (err sitting... but sitting up :P they hang just a bit and then rest against the pillow)

21:40 Der sat up on his soft landing pad, blinking his eyes and batting away the little birdies circling his head. The small griffon got a very impressive sight, while much was still hidden away, what he saw was more then enough for the tiny bird, the massive ball sack of Gyrogriffon was just a few steps away and from where he lay, nearly his entire form was surrounded by a cathalf's strong body. Rolling to his feet, the little griffon approached the more sensitive parts of his massive new friend in a near trance, intoxicated by the size and the wonderful griffony smell, only fainting hearing the comment about a how he was gone. With a careful step, Der climbed onto Gyrofeather's sack that was nearly as big as him. The soft skin folded underneath claw as he pulled himself ontop, rubbing his own tiny length against delicate skin and then face panting in, taking in a deep breath.

21:46 GyroFeather gasps as she suddnely feels something sliding up onto his sack, the short hairs being disturbed by the littel gryphs body. The gryphon freezes and then takes a glance down, trying to catch sight of the little bird down there. Still he didnt want to make it too obvious where his new friend had gotten off to as he didnt want anyone in here to know what was happening. He gives a little squawk as the little one suddenly burries his head against the skin and shudders. A talon reaches down to gently push at the tiny bird on his nethers. "Uhh...Der? What are you doing?" he asks quietly. The balls have a wonderfully musky smell, the scent of a quite masculine gryphon despite the pretty little frills he wears. As the rubbing continues, the ground begins to get warmer as blood begins to flush to the region.

22:00 Der takes a very long breath in, his beak nuzzling against the soft soft skin, the small griffon only getting pressed more into the warm sack as Gyorfeather's talon pushes on him. He intoxicatingly chirps back "What you were just doing to me~" So close to such a strong and beautiful griffon, taking in his thick musk the little birdie couldn't help but to continue to climb up the warm sack, pressing his head into the firmer flesh of Gyrofeather's lower body, right below his sheath, while his lowerbody continued to rub against the soft balls with his hard little cock.

22:07 GyroFeather gives another shudder as the little gryphon begins to grind up agaisnt him. He feels the bird move across the sensitive flesh up against the thick, swelling sheath and closes his eyes. Sucking in a deep breath, he then leans forward and takes a drink of his sweet liquid. "But we only just met..." He protests, and yet at the same time he gently grinds the little bird up against his belly.

22:17 Der could feel the griffon's talon behind him at all times, pushing and rubbing against him, just encouraging the little bird to do more. Grunting, Der pushed himself upward, placing a paw on each one of Gyrofeather's balls and standing nearly upright, being tall enough at that point to nuzzle against a great sheath, encouraging it's contents to come out of the hiding. Cawing back up, "It doesn't seem you mind down here... or want me to stop~"

22:27 GyroFeather retrieves his talon and brings it back up onto the table to not give the impression that he was masturbating in the bar. Still he doesnt actually protest the little birds actions. He holds his beak shut to stiffle a moan as Der presses into his sheath, causing the sensitive tip to swell inside even further and begin to slip free. Soon it was big enough to provide the little tiercel yet another perch. His breath quickens and he casts another look back down, and htne looks on either side of him. He shuffles a little further forward to hide his emerging shaft.

22:50 < GyroFeather> (Der!)

22:52 < Der> (Uhhhh sorry, this 5am wakeup schedual is totally not making me tired early!)

22:53 < GyroFeather> (Alright well sounds like you should be asleep now then :P)

23:01 Der was slightly disappointed at Gyrofeather's talon going away, however, the little griffon was very excited at the appearance of something else, something else just poking free! The bird reaches upwards with both of his forelegs and wraps them around the emerging tip and with a heave, Der pulled himself onto the expanding tower. His hind legs slipped into Gyrofearther's sheath, rubbing between the sensitive skin and the quickly expanding cock inside and chirping out happily, feeling the warm flesh against his own.

23:19 GyroFeather actually does moan this time as Der slips into the sensitive sack, feeling him wiggling about against the flesh. The gryphon's eyes instantly go wide and he covers his beak, blushing brightly underneath his feathers. He looks around again, hoping that no other gryphons would notice what was going on. He shifts about and gives another gentle thrust upwards against the gryphon, feeling himself slip out even further now, about at half length. He takes a deep breath and focuses on not letting any more signs show. "Be...quiet down there...we're in public..." he whispers.

23:30 < Der> (I made it an entire post after you said to go to sleep! So I must, sorry for passing out :( )

23:34 < GyroFeather> (its fine :P)

18:57 < GyroFeather> I suppose Der wants to play or something huh? :P its your post dork! <3

18:57 Der was almost thrown off of the bouncing shaft from the thrust, only his feathery wings wrapped around the hot flesh saving him. Pulling himself back up and wrapping his perch in his other four limbs, he gives it a very tight hug and weakly nodded, rubbing his beak against his new friend. The little bird's beak did not remain closed for long though, but instead of chirping, it licked all along the underside of Gyrofeather's cock, and occasionally giving it a gentle nibble.

19:09 < GyroFeather> Hmmm actually I'm too distracted der...dont hink I can manage 2 at once.

19:10 < Der> Ooooookay

19:43 GyroFeather closes his eyes and shudders as he feels the warm soft feathers enveloping his hardening pink shaft and sliding up and down over them. His eyes close shut and he clenches his beak, escpecially as the warm saliva from pink tongue covers the shaft, slickening it down. The shaft finally fully stands free now, beading out its sweet pree at the tip. Gyro looks a little uncomfortable, like he's trying to hide something, as he squirms in his seat, giving subtle arches, forcing the bird between his belly and his shaft.

19:51 < GyroFeather> (Oh never said Der in all that. Dont know if you're still of mood or not)

19:55 Der holds his beak shut to muffle an otherwise loud moan, the little griffon being pushed between the ultra soft belly fur and the hard cock. He has to resist the urge to just slide down the fire pole and relax, surrounded by the larger griffon's warmth. However, Der knows where the goal is, and that sweet and salty goal was still halfway up the post! With that knowledge, the small bird starts his long climb and slow climb, using his paws and claws for grip and his wings to provide a special griffony sensation around the circumference of the cock.

20:16 GyroFeather can feel the the motions of the little bird, and his onw little throbbing shaft against his own as he makes his way up towards the tip. He lets out a moan that he muffles into a churr. At that, he takes another another long swig of his drink, drainging it dry. His knot slips free from the sheath, fanning out as the larger gryphon is already finding himself with pressure building down there, espeically as the little gryphon makes it up to his pointed tip. He tries tries ot look as casual as possible as he orders another drink.

20:30 Der found the climb up fairly easy, the closer to the tip the little griffon got, the easier it was to wrap his entire body around the girth and to make sure he rubbed every millimeter of it's surface. The small drips of pre rolling down onto and soaking Der's body were doing much more then his own saliva ever could, requiring more use of claw and talon and making it much easier to hump and rub his tapered point into Gyrofeather's. Reaching the very tip and top of the spire, the small bird gave it another tight squeeze, feeling the strong pulsing of blood through it as his beak explored and licked around the tasty beading fountain.

20:35 GyroFeather shivers and flares his wings out as the little gryphon finally reaches the top of his pointed shaft. His face flushes red and he burries himself in the drink as soon as it arrives in front of him. His tip pulses and sputters, leaking out even more of the sweet hot pre. The hole is flared wide, providing ample space for a talon or perhaps something more lewd to slip inside the warm tunel.

20:50 Der was completely unaware of any of Gyrofeather's actions other then his hot cock as it was the center of his attention and his job was just to get it off~ The little griffon managed to give the tapered tip a drunken kiss, getting the hot and fresh pre all over his face in the process. An idea found it's way into the back of his bird brain and the drunken bird was in no position to refuse. Without missing a beat he grabbed hold firmly of the slippery tip and rotated himself around, head facing downward and his legs and wings gripping tightly to hold him up. At least they were holding him up, until he let them purposely slip, plunging his aching cock into the massive one he was clinging to.

21:03 GyroFeather wiggles his hips, grinding that small feathered bird into his eager shaft and breathing even faster now. He brings his wings down beside him to hide the action the bird goes at it. Once Der slips his shaft into the warm flesh, the gryphon givs a couple harder thrusts, causing the large hole to rub up and down around the tiny birds length. Moments later the grypon bites down on his beak and feels his body tense as hot salty seed spurts out, coating the small bird.

21:18 Der didn't make it more the two of Gyrofeather's thrusts before burying his beak into the massive cock and tensing around the tip, muffling his own noises as he released a pitiful amount into the large shaft. While the the small bird was still in a see of bliss, a salty sea came pouring out all over him, his little cork of a cock did nothing to stop the thick and sticky fluids from the large tip, spurting out and slamming into his lower body like a battering ram of white. Der managed to hold on, grasping the tip tightly and helping keep the mess down to a minimum, though not purposely, he was soaked nearly head to paw in thick seed, and was dripping it back down to Gyrofeather's crotch.

21:28 GyroFeather 's breathing picks up as he feels the waves of pleasure rolling over him and collapses down against he table with a blissful look upon his face. More cum spurts from his shaft, peppering Der in the fluid even more still and letting what remains come against his belly. The gryphon's tongue lols and even as the cum finally stops flowing, the perch remains hard, as if he'd sealed himself inside a mate.

21:41 Der pants, breathing in the heavy smell of the griffons cum in the process, which was almost smothering him, much like the sticky fluid actually was. The little griffon took wave after wave of cum into his underside, thoroughly coating the small creature till he was useless as a rag and just let let the cum drip off and back onto Gyrofeather. With a final deep sigh after the well of cum was depleted, the little bird fell down from atop the still hard cock, bouncing off the soft fur of the peacock's belly and landing against the knot which was as good as a sailors!

21:46 GyroFeather was still laying his head against the table, breathing hard and drooling at the edge when he notices the little bird smearing over his coat and bouncing onto his shaft. Worse still...he notices the rather destinct scent of well...his own seed as it plants against him. Blushing brightly he thinks hard about what to do about it and then one thing comes to his mind. He reaches down and snatches the little bird in his talons and quickly deposits him into his beak. The little gryphon is trapped in darkness as the tonge rolls about undderneath him, slurping away at teh pugnent coating that he'd been given.

21:58 Der was nearly completely out of it, laying against his new friends stiff cock and breathing heavily, his entire world at that point was just Gyrofeather, every noise he heard, every motion was caused by the one he was resting against. That world was soon torn from him as a massive set up talons ripped him upwards and pushed him into darkness. Unsure what to do, the griffon froze for a moment, before realizing predicament, there was a massive tongue under him and this dark room was as warm and hot as he cock he was just on... Once the slurping started, the little griffon flailed his wings, confused and scared as he was licked clean and new.

22:07 GyroFeather sucks gently on the tiny bird within his large beak, licking over the feathers and pressing it into every crevice. The healthy coating of cum is slowly replaced with a sopping layre of spit instead as the gryphon explores over the smaller gryphon's body. Gyro is still conscious of the scent coming off the little sponts that the bird left, but for htemoment he needed to get the creature all cleaned for another go. THe larger gryphon purrs gently around the creature, blashting his hot fishy breath over Der's beak. Hmm the little guy had quite aflavor to him, underneath tha cum. The tongue tosses him around and grinds him up against the roof of his mouth, and even slips between his rump.

22:17 Der stops panicking and flailing at the gentle touch of the tongue, licking and slurping all over his tiny body with surprising care. The small bird went with the beak's motions, rolling himself around for it so that the slippery muscle could reach every spot of him. The fishy smell was just what he expected of a beautiful griffon's kiss, causing the little guy to attempt makeouts with a tongue. Der made a very muffled chirp as Gyrofeather's tongue forced him into the hard roof of the griffons beak, rubbing his small body against it and even slipping it's tip to his rub, making his small tail thrash. If the little bird hadn't been spent out a moment before, this fishy griff would have much more action in his beak!

22:36 GyroFeather slurps and sucks over the little gryphons body, quite enjoying the subtle flavores that ticlie over his tonge once he gets through the heavy coating of cum. His tongue works through every feather of his wings, rolling and sucking the little bird to pull him completely clean. Gyro murrs happily around his little friend, but finally finds that the gryphon is all clean. He pushes Der even harder ot the roof of his beak, as if ringing him out, and sucks hard enough to make the little gryphon's eardurms pop, before letting der fall from his beak back to his lap. "Better get cleaning now...make like a good rag."

22:47 Der moaned and chirped as the large tongue worked over him, massaging his body and stripping the little bird of any bit of natural flavorful oils, which were only accentuated by the salty cum. However the gentle licking didn't last and Der groaned out, finding himself back at the roof of Gyrofeather's beak with a massive muscle threatening to cave in ribs. The birdie hardly knew what happened after that, his ears made some strange popping noise and then he was falling, landing with a bounce against a griffon's leg. Looking up to the new friend he made in confusion, the griffon heard the muffled words through his messed up ears and gave a short nod, frowning slightly. The small griffon didn't really have a choice, since he kinda made the mess... climbing back to the large griffon's still erect package, he did obediently as he was told, and started licking clean around the large sheath.

23:02 GyroFeather gasps as he feels the bird climb up on top of his sensitive sheath and scoots forward a little bit more. His feathers were rather messedup and his shaft was dripping with still warm cum, though the bits elsewhere seem to have coold down a touch. He brings a talon down to help rub der against his mussed up fur, using him as abit of a sponge to clean up all the gunk that was around his nethers. What was white cum on a white bird after all? Especially since it was his fault in the first place. The larger gryphon lets out a little purr as he sponges himself off.

23:08 < -> Zephy is now known as to

23:09 < -> to is now known as Zephyrus

23:14 Der didn't get much of a chance to clean his own way, which likely would of taken longer in the end, though it probably would have been more thorough. Gyrofeather's firm grip dictated where he went, and what he was cleaning, it was all Der could do to offer a wing or limb to help scrub or scoop up some messy cum. The process certainly didn't leave him purring, unlike his larger counterpart, but it was the least a friend could do.

23:14 < Der> (/me looks at the clock)

23:15 < GyroFeather> (Ducking out on me Der? Thats fair ^^)

23:16 < Der> (Your kinda fair!)

23:17 < GyroFeather> (No...I'm bright blue and pink! You're the faire one!)

23:18 < Der> (/me gets the bleach)

23:20 GyroFeather decides that he's satisfied with how well he's come clean and hten lifts the gryphon to his mouth. He pops the tasty creature into his beak once more and sucks on him. As Der is sitting, cast into the dark, the bartender drops another round in front of Gyro. Wihout a thought, he reaches forward and tips the glass back into his beak, swallowing the liquid down and drawing the little bird into the hot powerful throat. His drunken mind doesnt even think about the fact that his swallowing drew the little gryphon out of his beak as well and into the dark tunnel beyond.

23:28 < Der> (Now your making me want to respond! Cures you!)

23:35 Der finds himself being placed back into Gyrofeather's beak, at least he wasn't going to end up covered in cum all night? The little griffon let out a small sigh once the sucking started once again and rolled his eyes, though timing being what it was, a massive wave of a familiar fruity drink slammed into the poor little birdie, flooding his beak and pushing him backwards in the large mouth. Despite his best flailing efforts, Der could not find any bit of footing in the larger maw and only managed to scratch lightly at the back of a tongue and throat as he was carried into the abyss, screeching out in terror.

23:37 < GyroFeather> fine! I'll be your self control!

23:38 < Der> Curses you!

23:47 < GyroFeather> (Seeing mmp perhaps I should have posted :P)

19:23 GyroFeather lets out a sogt sigh as the wiggling form in his beak disapears down his throat and into his slippery crop. Inside was a bunch of breaded fish, tartar, and some cheese and salad, all mushed together into a mass that took up much of the room inside of him. The drunk bird wobbles back and forth as he leans on the bar, smiling at the bartender. His glass rings as it comes don on the desk, empty, "I'll take anothe rmissy~"

19:43 Der clamps is eyes closed as he is pulled down deep into Gyrofeather's body, the torrent of tasty alcohol that was gulped down around him flooded into the screeching bird's open mouth forcing the griffon one last nice gulp before he was deposited at the end of the large griffon's neck. Being forced into the larger, but much more crapped crop, the first thing the tasty and wiggly morsel noticed was the off putting foul smell. While the mushy crop was full of food, the combination of it and mild digestive odors made the bird gag and strong vapors from past drinks made him cough. The larger griffon's body however didn't care for food's complaints and happily tried to incorporate fresh food into the soupy mash for latter eating. All Der could do was to try and claw his way to keeping his head above the bits of food and alcohol do he could breath in what little air existed in the chamber, his talons occasionally scrapping against the fleshy walls and tickling the crop.

19:51 GyroFeather quivers and giggles as he feels the strange scrabbling sensation inside of his neck and brings a claw to press at it. Where had that come from, he wonders, as he shoves der back down into the slippery mushy mass. Everything seems to want to stick to his wings and get pressed up underneath his feathers as the walls squeeze around him. The tiercel then turns his attention back to the bar as another glass is placed in front of him. He takes another gulp, and then follows the new liquids up with a clawful of peanuts. Gyro lets out a little purr as he settles back into his spot, looking around the crowd.

20:06 Der gets a facefull of the mushy crop contains thanks to Gyrofeathers actions, pushing his head back down into the assorted food when he was taking a breath. Despite the ice cold drink the griffon got swept down with, the overwhelming heat of the griffon's body quickly became very apparent, making every action much more exhausting and tiring. The sticky a goopy nature of mashed up food didn't help any in that manor, weighing the poor small griffon down and making his limbs burn as he tried to stay above the contents. Of course, staying above the existing mush didn't save him from the new arrivals coming in from above, the gulp of more alcohol pouring down on him contributing to the intoxication of a bird in a bird, ever breath was like taking a drink, just the fumes were starting to get overwhelming. The relatively small mass of wet nuts went almost unnoticed as it slopped into the chamber.

20:17 GyroFeather clenches his beak and suddenly remembers something rather important. Where had that little bird gone off to anyways? That der bird was a rather cutie, perfect for a little pet, he muses. The bird gets up from his chair and begins to make his way around the room, looking for the snow white gryphon, all the while causing his chest sack to sway. The added pressure seemed to be causing some of the foods to make their way out of his crop and down towards the gurgling sack beyond. "Der! Der!" he calls out as he wanders the bar.

20:34 Der felt everything shift, the crapped sack he was in suddenly got a lot tighter, forcing his beak against a slimy wall as the little bird clinged to his air pocket desperately, thrashing in the thick goop to stick to the top and avoid drowning in someone elses meal. What wasn't apparent to this tasty bird was imminent danger lurking merely inches bellow as the sack's contents slowly drained deeper into the digestive tract. What was more then obvious was his name being called, the vibrations reverberating through the flesh around him. With a defiant and angry caw, Der screeched out "GYROFEATHER!" Into smlimy wall with most of the sound being eaten up by relative tons of flesh.

20:45 GyroFeather blinks as he hears a noise called out, it was faint, but then again the little bird was was tiny, so perhaps that was to be expected. He looks around the room where he thinks he heard the bird, though with all the noise in the bar it was rather hard to tell. Stepping up to someone else's table he ducks down and glances under it, instead earning him a swift kick to the crop. He tumbles backwards with an oof and then shakes a claw at the pair. "H-hey! I was just looking for my little friend" he calls out, his voice booming over his own steady heartbeat.

20:57 Der got quite of forceful shove, the kick Gyrofeather receiving doing more then just hurting but forcing a bit of his food reserves into the gurgling stomach of doom. Unfortunately for the unfortunate passenger in Gyrofeather's crop, the leaning down positioned him just right for the little bird to be a part of the pile of food going into the stomach. The shift in gravity of the larger griffon falling backwards helped confused the little passenger as he was squeezed into the much more spacious stomach. However it did not take long for Der to figure out the situation he was in, splashing down into the caustic salutation . The little griffon coughed heavily upon surfacing, the air went from bad in the crop to downright painfull in the stomach. Heavy acids clouded the air, every breath burning. Gyrofeather's own voice was temporally down out in the squishy and squelchy sounds of being forced deep into the body, Der never truly hearing what the larger griffon said, but returned a 'loud' screech of pain anyway.

21:03 GyroFeather feels the mass hsisft in his crop from the kick, but he hardly registers that as he's instead swimming with pain still. His voice drowned out the screeching the little bird was making so far deep down in his stomach as he shouted at the other pair and then gets up to his feet. His moving around casues the warm acidic fluids to slosh around the gryphon inside, thoroughly coating him and the glob of food that coats him in thier mixture. The acrid scent of stewing meats and alcohol filled the little bit of air that was present at the top. THe space though, was rather hard to stay inside as the stomach clenches around the meal, squeezing him momentarily underneath the surface.

21:33 Der feels the hot, feeling almost scalding acids freely flowed around the little griffon, the natural currents and waves from the stomach's normal motions quickly worked at rinsing off his protective layer of mushy food from his coat. Joining his lungs in screaming pain, his entire body soon felt the tingly and then painful forces tearing them apart, slowly dissolving the living creature. The griffon let out one more pained Squack in trying to get Gyrofeather's attention, but the stomach crushing in around him cut off the bird mercy cry and instead forced burnning acid down his throat, as he thrashed in pain.

21:43 GyroFeather feels a strange sensation in his gut as the bird begins to thrash around inside of him, churning the air around him. His stomach gives a little rumble and then a rush of air escapes his beak in a loud belch. THe blue bird blushes and coveres his beak as the stomach is left with far less air now. Despite having momentarily found himself washed free of the mass of food, each clench of the stomach presses him back against it, causing it to squish into his every crevice. The acids burn and singe at the little bird's flesh as he's rather mercilously worked upn. With a frown the larger gryphon begins to head back to his stool. "I guess the little bird left..."

21:53 Der 's little hope was dashed as everything moved around him and the clenching stomach released a large pocket of gas, leaving him trapped with the ever more prevalent acid. The stomach's victim was no match for nature, the normal motions of Gyrofeather's stomach slowly defeathered the little bird, leaving raw exposed skin to burn away. The last thing he could hear from the larger creature around him was just a blur, the sound muffled from his damaged ears and deaded by the pain he was in. The smaller's griffons motions started to become weaker, the lack of oxygen and acidic fumes burning is lungs restricted the strength he had, and the stomach fluids lapping at his flesh, causing him to start to bleed from all over.

22:00 GyroFeather settles back down on his stool with a heavy plop and swishes his tail back and forth. The bird finds himself feeling incredinly woosy now...but he was resolved to finish his last drink. Shortly after though, his face plants onto the bar and he begins to half snore, having fallen asleep where he sat. His stomach, however grew even more active now as the energy diverted towards that. It squeezed and clenched, forcing the little bird deeper underneath the liquids, making him surrounded by the burning bile. Some of the other contens in the stomach break apart at his touch as they too are rendered rather degraded by the gryphon's natural processes.

22:09 Der could hardly tell the motions outside his tortuous prison, the stomach's movements overwhelmed anything at the larger scale. Der was fruitlessly trying not to drown as he was plunged repeatably into the caustic fluids, more then once they work their way down his throat and tried to eat him from out inside out. The extra energy on Gyrofeather's part made short work of his pitiful meal, easily stripping him bare of skin, letting the nutritious blood seas out. With a combination of asphyxiation, blood loss and pain, the tasty little bird went limp in the cruel stomach.

22:15 GyroFeather sleeps soundly on the bar as the stomach does its grisly work inside, turning the bird into little more than nutrients. The bartender finally bangs on the bar next to him as last call comes around, forcing him to pay his tab and then kicking him out of the building. He makes it only alittle way sout of the bar before he feels a sensation in his stomach. He thinks he's gotten sick from too much alcohol as it heaves and clenches, pushing up the messy wad from his throat. Finally it falls out with a wet splat onto the ground, leaving a bitter taste in teh bird's mouth, and a pile of white feathers and grey fur mixed with bones on the ground. He trots on leaving the mess, and in the sun no one would think it was anything more than some unfortunate pidgeon and rat that some bird had found.