Finding Love of the Opera

21 July 2016

21:20 GyroFeather plods into the private balcony of the opera house, with his date in tow, a cute little bat mare who he'd convinced to come to the show with him. He offers her a seat and then takes one next to her on the couch. Over a thousand ponies crowded the hall, and yet...this gryphon had managed to secure thim this private arrangement, out and away from the rest of the ponies. He reaches down and grabs a bottle of wine from the bucket of ice and pries it open, pouring them both a drink. "So...did you mention that this was your first opera? This one is a classic, the Vampbat of the Opera."

21:28 Shayne couldn't believe her luck. She'd been looking for a good meal for a while now, though getting a pony alone to do the job was... a lot harder than one would think. Then, out of the blue, some adorable griffon had waltzed right up to her and asked her to an opera! He was small for a griffon, easily manageable, so of course, she had accepted immediately!
"As a matter of fact it is," she said with a light grin in his direction. She seemed pleased, absolutely exhilarated even--little did he know it wasn't for the opera. She couldn't have cared less about the fat mare wailing on stage. She eyed the bottle of wine as he poured her drink, then took the glass with a wingtip. She didn't even want to know how much this whole gig cost him, not like it would matter, anyways. "So, tell me, what gets a nice griffon like you interested in a mare like me?" She flicked her purple mane out of her eyes and shot him a grin with a quirked eyebrow.

21:38 GyroFeather couldnt be seen coming to the opera alone, and really he had want to come see this one. Besides the mare was a rather cutie that he'd caught singing kareoke at the bar recently, and she had a lovely enough voice herself, at least he remembered so while being drunk. THe tiercel takes a little sip of his wine and lets the liquid hang on his beak before he gulps. He leans over to her and whispers in her ear. "Why, you're absolutly astounding. You've got a wonderful grace about you, and from what I remember a couple nights ago, a love of music too~" He responds. His claw reaches up to gently stroke through her mane before pulling her shoulders against his chest. "I'm so glad that you decided to accept~"

21:45 < GyroFeather> (Oh have you learned the wonders of tab complete yet? It will complete partially typed nicks)

21:47 Shayne found herself internally rolling her eyes as he leaned in close, though played along and let out a playful laugh, brushing her wing up against his side and wiggling a little where she sat "Aw, you're just sayin' that." She brought her glass to her lips, then downed it in one big gulp, unconditioned in the ways of fine winery. As he pulled her against his chest, she snuggled up to him with an easygoing grin, raising a foreleg and draping it loosely over his neck to slide herself halfway into his lap. "I was singing just for you~" Gah, the words were like poison on her tongue. If she had to be sappy with him any longer, she was going to puke. How did ponies do this kind of shit all the time?
Suddenly, her belly would let out a gurgly sort of growl, and she would shoot the griffon a sheepish half-smile and a nervous chuckle. "Heh... getting a little hungry."

21:48 < Shayne> ( That is not right, where did the upper half of my post go? )

21:48 < GyroFeather> (Upper half? looks like everything to me?)

21:48 < Shayne> ( oh wait nvmd. I'm an idiot. Also no idea what the tab complete is )

21:49 < GyroFeather> (Type out Gy[tab]

21:49 < Shayne> (ohhhhhhh)

21:55 GyroFeather snorts as he watches her down her glass and then shuffles a little closer against her as her wing comes to wrap around his body. "Nah I'm not~ You're a very cute mare and I'm happy to have you here tonight." Maybe even one of us will get to go home with the other, he adds mentally. The gryphon strokes his wing over her shoulders and nuzzles into her neck. "Well it was lovely~" He hears the growling of her belly and nips at her cheak fur. "A little hungry are we?" He turns reaches a claw over and turns on a little oil lamp. "I waiter will be with us soon. In the mean time, I think I know something warm and red to tide you over~"

21:59 Shayne bit her lip momentarily, the action most likely looking like something similar to arousal, even if it was far from it. She wiggled a little at the nip to the cheek, then peered at him with a grin, her mind running over all the ways she could have him. The safest would be to wait until they got home, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to put up with him and the whole opera.  But at his proposition, she cocked an eyebrow, and for the first time, a smirk slipped onto her face, and a genuine one at that. "Something tells me you're not talking about the wine," she said with a slow exhale.

22:03 GyroFeather leans forward and gives her a peck on the cheek as she grins and bites her lip, and then teases his tongue against them. He pulls away and grins at her, brushing his wing over her side. "Yes, I think the stuff I'm talking about is a little more personal and warm than wine~" he responds. Using a talon, he slowly guides her muzzle down to his feathered neck, perhaps a little tricky since it completly obscured his flesh.

22:10 Shayne chuckled quietly as his tongue brushed over her lips, letting him get away with it, even though she hated anything that would resemble kissing. She let him guide her head down, then nuzzled softly into his neck, inhaling his scent through her nose as she closed her eyes. Maybe he was crazy, letting a batpony like herself near his neck with a set of fangs, but she wasn't complaining. Without much hesitation, she opened her mouth and dragged her teeth through his feathers, trying to find a part in them. She'd never actually drank from a griffon, so it was interesting. After a moment, she found a sweet spot, then bit down, her fangs sinking into his flesh and immediately interrupting the flow of blood in his neck, channeling a good portion of the hot liquid into her mouth. She groaned softly into his feathers, borderline moaned, then went limp.

22:22 GyroFeather lets out a bit of as he feels the bat mare nuzzle at his neck. He finds the anticipation practically killing him before she even bites down. When she does he feels the inital hot white pain brining a gasp to his mouth, before the pleasant warmth of the bat pony's magic takes hold as she begins to suck. Its like a steady teasing as she gulps for a moment before he then feels her go limp against him. THe gryphon is left in a bit of a daze himself before he notices the mare. Slowly he brings a talon up to rub at her head. "Are you ok?" He asks, as he's never had a mare react like this before.

22:28 Shayne replied with a gentle 'mmhhmmm' as she swallowed once, hard, then a second time, and a third. If she had wanted to, she could have easily pinned him and sucked him dry, but that wasn't why she was here, even if it was a tempting thought. So after a moment, she pulled back, licking her lips as she breathed a slow exhale. "You taste niiiiiice~" she said in a low voice, her tone almost predatory. And he did. The strong taste of his blood only fed her drive, and as the sound of the opera raged on behind her, hundreds and hundreds of ponies watching, she slowly poked out her tongue, and licked up his neck and over his chin. She couldn't wait any longer. She was having him now. "I have a surprise for you," she whispered.

22:37 GyroFeather wasnt worried about the mare being overzelous, after all, bat ponies are practiced enough to know when to quit. He leans over her and lets out another purr as he feels her resuming her feeding. and nuzzles into her mane. "Mmmm soo lovely~" He whispers against her. He presses her cheak into his neck as she pulls off, using her fur to soak up and stop up the blood flow. "So I've been told~" He says. He giggles as he feel sthe mare's soft tongue snake over his feathers, pulling off the light fruity coat from the oils he used to scent himself. As she moves on top of him he lets her, grinning up at the mare even as the opera rages on. "If Its what I think it is~ Then perhaps we ought to wait a minute or two for our waiter and tell him the light was a mistake~" He purrs, dimming the oil light once more.

22:57 Shayne had been planning on simply eating him then and there, but as she slid into his lap, facing him, preparing for the deed, his words stopped her in her tracks, and she settled back some, her rump in his lap. Suddenly, the idea of sex AND a meal was sounding absolutely wonderful. He was a griffon after all, which basically guaranteed a good lay in her books. Biting back a smirk, she gave her head a small shake, then placed one hoof on his chest, while the other wrapped around the back of his neck. "Forget the waiter. You want it or not?"

23:09 GyroFeather lets out a soft purr as he feels her grinding gently into his lap, slowly causing his sheath to bulge out with blood beneath her. She had such a lovely scent to her and a good look too. He shudders and leans up to give her another kiss on the lips, this time holding his beak ther and pressing his tongue between her lips. "I think we dont want to get kicked out do we my dear?" He asks. It doesnt matter anyways as a cough comes from behind them. The gryphon lifts his claw and waves him away. "Now where were we?" He whispers back, gently grinding his hips up against her.

23:16 Shayne fought the urge to lean away from the kiss, but let him go through with it, trying her best not to grimace as his tongue slid over hers. Funny, she didn't like kisses, but had no quarrels about putting one's entire head in her mouth. Who knew why she was the way she was? She could feel his sheathe between her plush cheeks, warm and soft, and she closed her eyes and ground her rump over it, feeling her lips brush against it a moment later as she slid back. The cough drew her attention for a second, and she wound up making momentary eye contact with a stallion who was poking his head through the curtain. She glared him daggers, and he backed away with an apologetic look, leaving them alone. "I think you were about to fuck me," she said with a hot breath in his ear, or at least, his equivalence to an ear.

23:22 GyroFeather tesnses as he feels her warm breath upon his earhole behind his feathers and gives the mare a little nod. "Yes, I think thats exactly where we were going~" He wraps his claws around her body and pulls it up against himself, pressing his feathers into her fuzz. He grids his hips against her hot dripping neathers, causing his pointed tip to slowly begin to emerge from his sheath, followed by his half inflated knot. The tiercel's tail curls up around the mare's tail, wrapping it up tight and pulling it backwards.

23:28 Shayne tensed momentarily as those foreign claws wrapped around her body and pulled her up against him. She had not protests. With a wiggle and a quiet chuckle, she laid her head on his shoulder and rolled her hips against his, feeling his emerging cock as it rubbed above her coat, just over her slit. This totally hadn't been part of her plan, but she was definitely having fun. If there was one thing she knew from experience, it was that meals tasted better right after sex; it helped with the afterglow. She could already feel that knot brushing up against her sex, and a quiet moan left her, unheard over the loudness of the show that was going on behind her. She certainly hoped there wouldn't be any distracted audience members

23:35 GyroFeather had chosen a balcony spot for this very reason. He knew that outsie of summoning a waiter they were rather unlikely to be disturbed. His claws drag gingerly over her soft velvety wings as he nuzzles up into her neck, smeling her form. He nibbles gently on her neck and grinds a little harder as his member reaches its full length, swelling entirly save for the semi swollen knot. He gasps as his sensitive flesh begins to poke up into her slit before arching his hips up higher till it begis to slde inside of her, slowly for the first thrust so that she could get used to his member inside of her.

23:41 Shayne moved both hooves to his shoulders, liking the feel of those talons running over her wings. Griffons really were nice--usually too big to eat, though. That's why this one was great. She felt him line up, and she felt that pointed tip part her folds. She let her mouth fall open a few inches and gasped softly, biting her lip before she started to sink down, feeling him slide deeper, his shaft rubbing over her walls with just enough friction to make things feel wonderful. A small shiver ran down her spine, and she looked down at him with a certain lust in her eyes. "Glad you met me at that bar now, eh?"

23:48 GyroFeather sinks a little deeper still, gasping at the pleasant sensations until his knot slips in, bringing him to his hilt. "Certainly amm~" He respons breathily, his sweet breath wafting over her snout. With a grunt he pulls back and pops the knot free, drawing his tip all the way out before plunging it in once more, bringing another shudder to his body. "And once the opera is over, perhaps we'll see fit to take the other home~"

00:06 < GyroFeather> (Boop Shayne)

00:09 Shayne slid one hoof down to press against her groin, just above the slit, groaning happily as he sank in. There was a moment of resistance against his knot, then it slipped in with a light pop and a breathy gasp from the mare, who shuddered, then went limp for a second, sitting in his lap, letting that wonderful sensation of fullness wash over her. He pulled out, and she gasped, arching her back and rolling her hips with him. "Hehe, yeah," she said in a distracted tone, smirking at him. "You have no idea how much I'm looking forward to that."

00:16 GyroFeather feels his chest flutter as she agrees with him and leans up to steal another kiss. His beak parts and presses to her muzzle as he pants rather hotly against her. He can feel the warm muscles rippling over his sheath with each thrust as he slowly picks up speed, causing a gentle tingling up his spine. His claws get a little more aggressive now as they pull her hips down against him, very nearly piercing her flesh. He could feel the pressure building within him as he moans into her lips.

00:30 < GyroFeather> (Boop Shayne)

00:31 < -> EveningBreeze is now known as Saewin

00:33 Shayne sure as hell was glad that he was getting into it. A hot moan left her, even through the kiss that she kept telling herself that she didn't want. Those talons, stinging at her flesh were only adding to the overwhelming feeling of of greatness that was washing over her. How long has it been since she'd had a good lay? She couldn't remember, but it was a while. She broke the kiss after a moment, tilting her head back and letting her tongue hang out, hooves firmly grasping his shoulders in order to leverage herself. Fuck, was she close already? There was a certain tingling in her groin, underlayed with a deeper, tense throbbing that had her practically begging for more. She was gonna cum before him! How embarrassing!

00:41 GyroFeather gives a couple more hard thrusts up into the mare as he feels himself right on the edge, and then he pops his knot in one last time. His body tenses and shudders as it swells up inside of her and hot sticky seed begins to spurt up into her warm nethers. His claws dig into her back just a little harder, finally drawing with them a little bit of hot read blood which tinges her purple coat. The gryphon is in pure extacy as the sensations rush through his body.

00:49 Shayne had thought wrong. she was just nearing that boiling edge when she felt him shudder as he popped that knot into her. She opened her eyes, glancing down at his face as she felt that knot start to swell, and that was all she needed to roll over the edge. She didn't even notice as his claws dug into her back, the bliss of orgasm drowning out any pain she might feel. Rocking her hips sharply towards his groin, she clamped a hoof over her mouth. The feel of his hot seed flooding her and that massive knot plugging her entrance was blissful, totally different than what any stallion could deliver to her. And in that one moment... she wasn't thinking about eating him. It would pass, though.

00:54 GyroFeather 's tongue lolls out of his beak as he gasps and shudders with pleasure. Soon he finds himself spent and collapses back into the couch limply, panting hot breath over the mare's face. A wide pleasured grin remians at the edges of his beak as he remains tied rather fuly with the mare. His shaft twitches and pulses against her nethers , but still flooded. His claws loosely hang on her body, wet with her bright red blood.

01:05 Shayne was climbing down from her own high, mouth open as she took sharp, deep breaths, slowly getting her heart rate back to normal as the ghostly twitches of her orgasm ran down her spine and through her limbs. She leaned forward some, licking her lips, then pressed her tongue to his beak and slowly licked up and over his brow, getting a good taste for the griffon. She tried to sit up some, but found herself still knotted, held in his lap for the moment. Which meant... that he was still tied to her. Now, looking down at him, she slowly flared her wings, tensing her muscles as she pushed more against his shoulders. Her belly growled again, and the mare in the opera seemed to be hitting some sort of a semi climax. "That was nice," she breathed. "I bet you taste as good as you look."

01:08 < GyroFeather> (I'm gonna have to put this on ice for a bit)

01:08 < GyroFeather> (I should nini)

01:08 < Shayne> (Kay, sleep well!)

01:47 GyroFeather continues to keep the mare wrapped up in his talons as she licks on his beak and parts it to nibble upon the slippery musclel still enjoying the wonderful grlow. He gruns as she tries to pull from his tie and adds a bit of gentle pressure to locker her back down. He can smell her breath, sweetened from teh whine as she speaks and lets out a little laugh. "Oh so eager are we? I've heard I taste quite excellent indeed. You'll just have to give me a couple till I'm up for round too."

01:52 Shayne took the moment to rest, panting sharply as she looked at him, a deeper hunger crossing her face as she looked the griffon over. He was almost too cute to eat... almost. A shudder ran through her body, and her belly growled lowly. Looking down at him, she opened her mouth and pressed her tongue to the top of his beak, licking up between his eyes and over the feathers on his head before flicking her tongue off of the top. "I don't think I have the patience to wait for round two," she said with a breathy exhale. Suddenly, she was looking a lot more intimidating, sitting in his lap, looming a few inches above as she looked down at him with an open mouth, her fangs glinting, eyes cold and predatory.

02:03 GyroFeather shudders as he watches the mare's look take on a different more menacing tone. His face scrunches as the hot tongue runs up across his beak and then up over his crest, drawing out hsi frutiy flavor. The gyrphon begins to squirm beneath him and push her head gently away from him. A long beed of saliva drips down from her open mouth as he stare's up at the dark pink flesh, coated with drool. "W-what do you mean?" He gulps, trying to squirm out from underneath the mare.

02:10 Shayne had never tasted something so... fruity before. It only made her want him more. She snickered as he tried to push her head back and grabbed his arm just below the shoulder, pulling it back down as she leaned in and pinned him against the chair. His trying to squirm out from under her wasn't working too well for him, his knot doing a good job of holding him in place, though it did draw a gasp from the mare, who's mouth seemed to be stretching wider, her jaw stretching. For just a moment, he would get a look straight back to her throat, saliva clinging in her mouth before pink flesh faded back into darkness. Then she lunged forward, her jaw framing his head almost perfectly, fangs scraping through the feathers on his scalp as she shoved him back. And in about a second, her jaws had closed around his neck, the top of his head pushing against the back of her throat as she let out an almost feral moan, tongue groping his cheek.

02:18 GyroFeather feels her settling on top of him and manipulating his arms such that they fold against his chest under her pressure. He grunts as the knot pulls against her nethers, but remains rather stuck as his shaft continues to remain flared. He was finding himself becoming rathe rnervous now as Shayne's mouth stretches open in front of him, especially as that belly rumbles against his own once more. "W-wait, what are you doing? We can talk about this!" He says, before finding his words muffled by her mouth closing over him. The tongue wiggles down beneath his chin and causes the gryphon to struggle harder as his feathers are soaked in her hot drool. A gulp draws his beak down into her powerful throat, giving him a much less pleasant taste as he lingers there. The knot was begining to deflate now, though it would not quite pop free yet.

02:28 Shayne took a moment to savor his taste, and the sensation of him struggling below her before the real effort of swallowing him started. She wanted to reply, but with a mouth full of griffon head, words wouldn't work for her. She inhaled sharply through her nose, then squeezed his sides with her hooves and pushed down with an audible 'gluk', stuffing his beak and face into her throat as her jaws scraped down his neck to reach his shoulders. Now came the hard part. Still sitting in his lap, still hilted on his dick, she was swallowing him, using his own sexual anatomy to trap him with her. Hot, moist air would assault his head, throat bile clinging to his feathers and mucking them up. The coppery, acidic scent of his own blood would hit his nostrils, wafting up from the cavern below, tinted just slightly with the tang of alcohol. Squeezing him, pulling up on him and pushing down with her head at the same time, she stretched her mouth around his shoulders, cheeks stretching some to make it, her curved fangs scraping his flesh. They would work like fish hooks, allowing him down easily, but were he to pull back, they would dig in and star to shred the flesh.

02:45 GyroFeather could feel her licking and tasting over his form, sucking out the fruity oils that he used to preen himself with. The little gryphon tries to pull his head out of her neck as the gulping echoes in his ears, as well as the steady beating of her heart and her laborred breathes., but he makes no progress. Soon his shoulders and neck squish into her tight throat, holding his claws to his sides. His wings half flare to prevent himself from slipping any deeper, coming to rest up gainst her lips. The teeth digging into his flesh prompts a pained gasp from the little tiercel as he treis to pull back, but he continues trying, especially as the metalic scent of his own blood mixed with bile assaulted his nares.

03:01 Shayne chuckled around his form as he started to struggle, the base of his wings momentarily stopping her progress. He squirmed and pulled, her fangs digging into the small of his back and cutting at the flesh, drawing blood. She let him slide back an inch or two, then let go of him momentarily, grabbing his wings just above the base of the joints and folding them roughly down against his back. She moved her hind legs, bracing them against the floor, then pushed up. His knot strained against her folds for a second, then popped out of her, followed by a rush of cum over his knot and between his thighs. The mare gasped as well as she could with a mouthful of griffon, a deep shudder running down her spine as a moan reverberated around his head. And now, with her newfound leverage, she arched her back, extending her wings for balance, then pushed down, swallowing once every second or so, managing an inch every time , down over his wings. Her throat bulged with the indent of his head, which was quickly nearing her chest, and her grip on him with her hooves was nearly crushing. There were ponies all around them, and here she was scarfing her date in the middle of the opera.

03:10 < GyroFeather> (I actually cant continue Shayne...I'm having trouble formulating posts at this point.)

03:10 < GyroFeather> (Peagryph is frazzled and tired)

23:24 GyroFeather tries to keep his wings rather flared out as the bat pony tries to consume him. He makes muffled noises of protest, entirely drowned out by the opera. His talon tries to reach and grab the light and turn it up and skitters across the knob before another gulp seals him down further and pushing it out of reach. His warm blood merely adds to his flavor as it draws sharp pains int eh gryphon's back, but he didnt stop struggling anyways. He was certainly not eager to perish in the Threstral's hot gut. He could hear the gurgles getting louder as he nears teh stomach. Gyro gives a shudder as the knot pops free as it'd been slowly loosening and delating inside of her, and now hangs cold in the air. Now even that wasnt working to keep him safe and away from her greedy jaws as the sharp teeth begin to climb up over his belly.

23:35 Shayne was enjoying this way too much? Was it wrong to get personal and sexual gratification from entrapping and consuming another? Probably. She was a shrink's worst nightmare. Soon, his flailing arms were forced to his sides as her jaws slid down over his chest, and she bit down roughly on his middle simply to hold him in place while she readjusted. With the tops of his wings in her mouth as well, she was able to move her hooves from his sides to his waist, which she pulled up on in order to stuff him another three or four inches down, his muzzle forced through the ring of her stomach. Immediately, the acidic air would hit him like a nine pound hammer. But now came the fun part for Shayne. Using her grip on his hips, she dragged him out of his chair, then sat back on her haunches. Tilting her head back, and lifting his hind end, she inverted the little griffon, straightening her throat in the process as her head pointed up into the air. One hoof went to the floor for support, and the other snaked up to hook between his legs, brushing over his balls, even if it wasn't the mare's intent to play with him.

23:49 GyroFeather certainly wasnt getting any sort of gratifcation out of this as he feels the hot slippery movements of the throat contracting around him, clenching upon his body and forcing him deeper down the slippery tube. With his wings now locked firmly against the sides of her mouth, he even loses that avenue of struggle, meaning that the tiercel has no where to go but down the gullet. The teeth draw a gasp form his lips as they sink down into his form, holding him in place and leaving painful wounds as she shifts around, positioning him skyward. Their form would make an intersting siloutte to anyone who looks up to the balcony, but by the sounds of it the opera was going rather strong still, so most eyes would be on stage. His tail lashes in the air and his hind legs kick as a couple more gulps draw him in to his hips and his snout preses through the sphincter. It resists at first, and then yeilds to his beak, blasting his nares with the foul scent tha tmakes him gag and cough. Its a sick bitter bile mixed with the sweetness of the wine and the metalic scent of his own blood. The air burns at his throat as he breathes it, no doubt from the bits of acid that linger in the air. Finally the pressure is off of his beak now though, and he calls out, "What the fuck are you doing? Spit me yout you craze mare!" Still between the opera and the muffled flesh, Shayne would certainly be the only one who could hear his words.

00:00 Shayne could hear him, but just barely. His words were enough to make her moan around his waist, the sound sending a deep vibration up and down his spine. Stretching her jaw as wide as she could manage, a deep 'gluk' escaped her maw as she jerked her body, swallowing at the same time teeth brushing over his rump as she struggled to fit it in her mouth. The rump was always the hardest part to get down, but after that, the rest was glorifying. She used her grip between his legs to pull him firmly downwards, and that, coupled with gravity and her hard swallows, was doing the trick. She gulped down an inch, another inch. His groin had reached her maw at this point, and her tongue found his messy cock, lapping playfully over it. She'd swallow again, and his rump would sink down to fill her maw, the tiercel's head pushed down tot he bottom of her stomach, his shoulders just starting to slide in. But now that she had the rump, it was smooth sailing. As his butt slid towards the back of her throat, beginning to stretch it, Shayne let herself relax, eyes drifting closed as gravity started doing the work for her. He was going down all on his own now.

00:10 GyroFeather blinks inside her stomach as he hears and feels her moan around him. Was this sick mare really getting pleasure out of gulping him down like this? The tiercel gives anothe rshout, curing her as she pulls his soft groin inteo her mouth and pushing him a little further into the acid. The tounge licks over his overly sensitive bits, and he'd have found it nice, if not for the situation he found himself presently in. THe teeth slide over his rump, leaving deep scratches as she presses him in further, causing his beak to slip down beneath the goop. His mouth is open in mid compalint at the time and he gets a taste of the bitter bile, with its rather prominent taste of metalic blood on top of the vile bitterness that leaves his tongue tingling. Further swallows inch him down more beneath the surface of the liquid, forcing him to close his eyes tight and hold his breath. The stomach squeees around him, splashing the fluids all over his head as more swallows pull him in. By the time he feels like his lungs are about to burst from the held air, he breaches the surface once more, having curled up enouth inside the stomach to do so. His face feathers tingle and itch as his hooves kick wildly in the air. His rump bulges out quite a bit in the mare's throat while the last vestiges of his body are fed down between her lips.

00:11 < GyroFeather> (Shayne ought to steal his tail feathers :P Makes a nice souveniere :P)

00:23 Shayne felt the weight of him hitting the bottom of her stomach and moaned again. Fuck if that feeling wasn't amazing; she didn't know why she liked it so much, but feeling heavy in the gut just left her satisfied. As his rump slid into her throat, the mare gagged lightly for the first time, and was forced to swallow down natural instincts to allow for the process to continue. Down his rump went, and she raised a hoof to press against the bulge it caused in her throat. Head tilted back, Shayne finally opened her eyes, staring up at the ceiling above her as she watched those hind legs draw further and further into her mouth. Finally, her belly started to swell as he curled up in it, the back of his head creating a rather prominent bulge. Her hoof slid down her throat to that bulge, then gave it a kneading push. With just his paws hanging out of her mouth, she was forced to start swallowing again, and with a gulp and a glug, they slid in as well. Finally, the mare was able to close her mouth around them, leaving nothing but about a foot of writhing tail outside her body. Shayne chuckled, then swallowed again, hard, feeling those paws drag back across her tongue, his tail sliding between her lips until only that fuzzy end remained free. The mare moaned, then rocked forward and slowly stood, her throat still bulging with his legs, the swell of his rump having just disappeared into her chest. Taking a heavy step forward, she turned herself around, then sat back in his chair, her gut bulging out with his shape as she settled one hoof on it. For the time being, she left his tail hanging out from between her lips, a cruel sort of teasing.

00:35 GyroFeather Sucks in a deep reath as he breaks the surface once more and the lents out a squawk followed by a series of cries. The hot slippery muscles ripple around his rump as the tongue draws in him in ever deeper , though his descent is slowed as the hoof presses agains the pitiful lump he makes in the mare's throat. Its a rather obscene bulge that she can feel wiggling as the muscles squeez around it. His form wraps further in her stomach, causing strange little lumps to appear in her gut as his flesh fills her out and rounds out the sack. All around him the heavy thumping echos in his ears as well as the menacing gurgles as the liquid squishes upon his form. The tingling slowly inches up his body as more and more slides in with him, sinking into the hot humid chamber and dipping below the liquids. And with one loud final gulp, his paws are soved back into the hot throat, leaving only his tail tip outside of the pulsing muscles. Even then he'd continue deeper if she hadnt bit down upon it, holding him half trapped inside of her form while the last bit of his tail, ending with three bright pink peacock feathers, hangs out in front of her eyes. Maybe she wasnt going to do it? Maybe this was all just a cruel joke he thinks, cleinging to hope as long as part of him remains free.

00:45 Shayne stared at those feathers with a sense of amusement, relaxing in her chair, ears perked. That fat mare singing on stage was actually starting to sound pretty good. Shayne reached around with a wing, grasping the tip of the largest, central feather with the tip, then yanked it from the tiercel's tail, with a fair deal of effort as well. She peered at it for a second, brushing a hoof over the shiny white stalk, then tucked it behind her ear with a small nod and tilted her head back. One easy gulp was all she needed to pull the rest of his tail into her mouth. The feathers tickled the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat as they passed, and she lifted a hoof to rub the shape of his paws down her throat. The weight in her gut grew as he rounded out, until finally, his hinds dropped through that sphincter and it closed down on his tail. Shayne felt it in her throat and coughed, eyes watering some as it triggered her gag reflex. She wiggled some, gave her chest a thump, then grabbed his unfinished glass of wine and downed it, Another gulp, a cough, and a gulp, and she'd managed to force his tail into her belly as well. The mare sighed happily as she leaned back, her belly bulging grotesquely with his shape as she settled her hooves on it. "Why did you taste fruity?" she mused in a somewhat loud voice, unsure if she would hear him or not. Tensing, the mare patted her belly with a burp, then let out a loud, deep burp, drawing a few frustrated mutters from the ponies on the next seating tier. "Fuuuuck that feels good," she said with a low groan, slumping back.
The sounds of her body were amplified by a thousand in her tight stomach. Every gurgle and groan was nearly deafening, her heartbeat like that of a percussion drum. The air was putrid, hot and stale. And for some reason, the tight space that the little tiercel was packed into seemed to be getting tighter, the surrounding muscles pulsing and contracting.

00:59 < GyroFeather> (Sorry was grabbing a snack, back now)

01:02 < -> eyeburn is now known as Starburn

01:16 GyroFeather can hardly hear the sounds of the opera over the private orechestral performance he was getting, performed by a a band of one, yet many different instraments joined the composition. The heart beat rang steady in his ears while a melody of gurgling both from the stomach and the intestines beyond played, accompanied by the hollow noise of her breathing. He gives a rather loud cry as she tears off one of his large central feathers, a fuzzy pink thing with a dark blue eye in the center of it, standing a fully pony head tall. Another trickle of blood flows from that tip as she releases her bite on his tail and then gulps around it, pulling it and the two remaining feathers into her neck where it scratches and tickles on the way down. His paws kick at the rubs as they flow down her throat, though his movements are rather small given the powerful constriction of the throat arond them. The gryphon lets out another cry as his hind legs are shoved down into the sack, forcing him to curl up further, soon followed by a rush of sweet wine, and then the last of his tail. His body creates rather large lumps on the surface of her stomach as it bulges out oddly, and likely would while he retains his form. The acids already began to tingle at his fur and feathers and especially burn where the series of gashes allowed them entry to his sensitive flesh. The loud belch echos around him, forcing the stomach to contract tighter and removing much of that precious life giving air as he squirms. "Spit me out! It burns! And that scented oil is for topical use only! I'm poisionous!' he calls out, and whill it was certainly for topical use, the latter part was definitly a blush. His bones creak and ache as the stomach condenses around him and his lugs begin to burn for air on ce more.

01:40 Shayne slumped back, feeling full. Her eyes half-lidded, she looked out at the opera as she settled into place, hooves set comfortably on her belly. Hearing her prey plead and talk to her was always a charm. In a perfect world, she'd have another stallion primed and ready to rut her senseless on a full belly, but that was almost too much to ask for. "I'm not concerned," she said in a contented voice, giving her belly a sharp prod with the tip of a hoof. "I'm sure there's enough of you in there to dilute it." Her belly 'blurbed' loudly and the mare breathed a low, breathy moan as she let her head fall back. "And yeah, I guess I should warn you, it's gonna get pretty tight in there. Thestrals have powerful muscles around the stomach to keep us lean and maneuverable, even after a feeding." The mare grunted, then tensed, and her belly immediately cinched down around his form, packing him into an even tighter ball , forcing his head between his hind legs. There was a bubbling gurgle from her belly, and the mare let loose another burp. "That, coupled with powerful digestive enzymes, and it's about to really start sucking for you in there. I probably should have broken your neck before I swallowed you, but... I wanted to hear you /scream/."

01:52 GyroFeather feels his blood run cold at her declarateion. I mean, he already knew she was going to gurgle him up like a piece of meat if he didnt escape, but now she was talking explicitly about it. This mare was absolutly crazy. He could hear her heartbeat picking up in pace as he moans around him. God this sicko was getting off on it too. The stlalion gives a cry as he feels himself squished down between his hind legs, with his snout pressed against his sack. Already the powerful acids were stinging at his body where he had those cuts, opening up the wounds deeper and letting the blood begin to flow once more around him, while the more proteted spots slowly find themselves begining to lose their feathers and fur, leaving painful read flesh. The tiercel lets out a loud cry of pain as he's subjeted to this horror, feeling his weaker spots, espeically around his nethers and his ears lighting up with pain. "Spit me up you bitch! I'm not food! I'll do anything!" He shouts fearfully, at least until the next belch plunges his beak underneath the acids , at least for the moment, though undoubtedly the sick mare would give him some more air to breathe.

02:04 Shayne rubbed a hoof slowly over the curve of her belly, which was surprisingly not as big as one would expect it to be with a whole tiercel in there! "Right, because calling me a bitch is gonna make me want to spit you up," she said with a sharp laugh. Somepony from somewhere else in the dark made a loud shushing sound, and she shot a glare in their direction before looking back down. "Oh, shit, you probably need a little air in there, huh?" The mare tilted her head back, then swallowed hard, once, twice, three times. The art of swallowing air was harder than you'd think! She only learned it to keep prey alive longer. The first few had died much too early. "Okay, fine, tell me what you'll do if I let you out, then I'll think about it. And make it fast; another minute and you won't want to see what you look like if you come back up." She flexed her stomach, giving him a harsh squeeze before backing off the pressure a little.

02:21 GyroFeather presses his body back agains thte hoof as it rubs over the lumpy stomach, protesting his place in it. With his ears full of liquids, her voice is magnified several times over, ringing in his ears like a sick joke. He feels his lungs burning as he's forced to hold his breath benath the stinging fluids, which steadily leak into his beak through the cracks. Suddenly a rush of fresh air fills the stomach and brings his head back to the surface, where he sputters out teh bile that stings his tongue and takes a breath of the sweet air. As she speaks, he frowns adn then calls back, "I've got plenty of money! I'm rather wealthy and can maek sure you never have to work again! I'll fuck you every day of the week! Whatever you want! Just please...spit me out!" He begs, already he could feel his skin becoming raw as the powerful massaging pulls at his form, loosening his feathers from his damaged skin.

02:39 Shayne listened to him, nodding her head slightly despite the fact that she had no true intentions of actually letting him out. He probably didn't realize it in the dark, but he was already pretty fucked. Plus, it was fairly unpleasant to cough food back up and she wasn't about to do it again. She pressed a hoof to her chin, the other still poking and prodding at that resilient lump. "Tempting offer, but..." She tensed suddenly, and the pressure all around him would increase, her stomach literally crushing down on him, squeezing the life out of him from all angles. "I think I'll pass. Maybe it's not the best long-term decision, but... I don't think that far ahead!" A hoof slid to her mouth to stifle a low burp and what little air he had would be reduced even more. Her belly growled and glorped, a heat spreading through her body from that central source. "Try not to scream too loud--it'll get me some funny looks ."

02:56 GyroFeather lets out a cry of desperation as she passes up his offer. As the stomach squeezes around him tightly, he lets out another cry of pain, this time feeling the bones in his wings snapping with loud cracks under the pressure. His feathers and fur were falling out in clumps now, exposing raw flfesh to the muscles. The sores here he'd been bitten had already swollen to large gaping ulcers that pled and exposed the muscles beyond. "N_no! Spit me out! That snot fair!" he shouts, his words practically unintelligible from the sounds of pain in his voice. As the air leaves the stomach once more he's left rather lightehaded and without much will to fight left. His movements grow less rapid.

03:23 < GyroFeather> (Boop Shayne)

03:37 < -> pony_32915 is now known as Nightshade

03:53 Shayne chuckled shamelessly and firmly rubbed her stomach with her right hoof. Now was time for the last, desperate struggles before death. The sharp popping of the bones in his wings reached her ears and she shut her eyes, lying her head back as a stupid grin crossed her face. "Sorry, too late for that, stud." She burped again, long and slow, the acidic taste of blood on her tongue. The tight ball that was the creature in her belly had been compacted to roughly half the size it should have been, and after a moment of lounging, Shayne rolled to her hooves and stood, only sloshing the soupy mess that were her digestive enzymes and the part of him that had been sloughed off around her belly. She turned slowly, then bowed her back and stretched, the movement tightneing the muscles in her gut, drawing them even more, squeezing the being inside with an intense force. His ribs, and possibly even his spine wouldn't hold up--she knew this from experience.

04:00 GyroFeather gives a couple desperate struggles as he hears another burp around him. Unfortuantly, he doesnt actually pass out soon enough that he's saved from what comes next. The stomach squeezes tightly around his body, breaking his limbs and his spine, putting the little gryphon in a world of hurt, al be it for just a couple seconds as he's rendered into pulp before he finally passes out, nothing more than meat for the hungry mare.

04:25 Shayne moaned shamelessly as his body was destroyed by a series of sharp pops and cracks, his flesh rupturing, caustic stomach acids pouring into his body cavity and destroying his internal organs. Who knew that such a lithe, attractive creatures' body could be so destructive to its contents. Shayne straightened up with a pleased murr, her stomach hanging heavy below her, though nopony would have ever been able to guess that there was a whole 'nother creature in there. Shayne slowly made her way back to the chair, then slumped down in the chair to finish watching the opera. You know, it was actually pretty interesting!
It also lasted another three and a half hours, plenty of time to allow the mare's destructive gut to do its work. She watched the entire thing, actually getting into the story some. It was one hell of a tragedy! Slowly, but surely, her belly rounded out, then started to shrink, her gut groaning and gurgling as he was fed through.
The mare on stage hit her final note, and the applause started. Shayne clapped her hooves for a moment, then stood, a groan immediately leaving her mouth as the pressure in her bowels became apparent. Biting her lip, she glanced around. She wasn't about to battle the hordes of ponies for a bathroom. Hell, a toilet couldn't even handle what she had to give. Shayne glanced back over her shoulder to make sure that the curtain to her balcony was closed, then quickly squatted back in front of the chair and shut her eyes, letting out a loud groan as her bowels released. What followed was a thick log of shit that plopped out on the ground in front of the chair, thick tufts of fur and feathers messily poking out of the waste. Shayne groaned, then shuddered. Her gut gurgled, and a slow, snake of excrement slid from her hole, piling up on the floor behind her until the tapered tail of it slipped from her hole and landed with a slop. Shayne tensed, then let out a sharp breath and shuddered again, the feeling of broken, polished bones passing over her sphincter somewhat painful but enjoyable. The sounds of ponies chatting loudly drowned out the sound of her bowel movements, which was a good thing. A clumped up mess of fur and feathers followed the waste of the griffon, and Shayne knew exactly what was coming next when she felt something large and round spreading her tailhole. She grunted, then pushed hard, and a white, bleached skull popped free to land on the top of the pile, the occasional tuft of fur still stuck to its surface.
Giving her rump a cleaning shake, the mare stood with a gentle sigh, her lithe belly back to normal, though with noticeable weight around her flanks and rumps. Shit, he was gonna be hard to work off. Whistling casually, Shayne turned around to admire her work, the once-horny creature she'd started the night with now condensed to a pile of shit, bones, and clumped up fur and feathers which could easily be collected in a bucket. She shivered once, then smirked and turned, climbing up on the balcony, the batmmare spread her wings, then leapt off and took to the air.