Dealing With Annoying Bird

20 July 2016

13:36 GyroFeather finds a nice tree to perch on and chirps annoyingly.

13:36 < Amethyst> Oh no. Annoying birbs

13:37 Amethyst Lumisade sets the tree ablaze and laughs maniacally

13:37 GyroFeather flies to another tree.

13:37 Amethyst Lumisade pouts

13:38 GyroFeather chirps down at AmethystLumisade and flicks his feathered tail just out of reach.

13:41 GyroFeather wins chirps more triumpantly and puffs up his pink chest.

13:43 Mahvel shares nachos.

13:48 GyroFeather spots the nachos and flies down to nibble on some.

13:48 Mahvel tries to chomp the Gyro.

13:49 GyroFeather squawks and flails, has a wing caught in Mahvel's mouth.

13:49 Mahvel dips the Gyro in the cheese/beef brew like a chip.

13:50 GyroFeather squirms, tossing cheese and beef up everywhere, including over himself and Mahvel and matting his feathers and fur down with the goopy warm substance. "L-let me go!"

13:51 Mahvel offers the Gyro over to Soledad with a muffled something. Had his mouth full but the syllables went something like "Here ya go."~

13:54 GyroFeather beats Mahvel with his free, cheese covered wing, drying to struggle free of the creature's mouth.

13:55 Mahvel seems to have only accomplished the first half of fetch. Has caught the thing but has completely forgotten who was trying to capture it in the first place. Ruminates over this thought for a time while idly letting his jaws squeeze over the gryph.

13:58 GyroFeather could feel the teeth squeezing into his held wing and hot drool leaking into those feathers. The gryphon continues to squirm in the grip as his lightly fruity oil that he preened with tickles over Mahvel's tongue.

14:01 Mahvel guessed he go with that waste not want not saying. With a snap of his jaws, he'd maneuver them over the gryphon's head as he enjoyed more of that cheesy goodness. Making a few more chomps, he'd shove the other's beak down into the back of his throat, gullet already starting to squish and grind against him while Mahvel started to tilt his jaws and haul the meal up into the air above him.

14:07 GyroFeather squawks as he suddenly finds his head surrounded the the hot slippery flesh of the wyvern's mouth. Warm smelly drool slathers over his head as it replaces the cheese coating. His claws seek out Mahvel as he's tilted skyward, trying to pry himself from the jaws. A gulp echoes in his ears as the flesh opens up before him, drawing his sharp beak into the tight gullet. His free wing flares and flaps frantically as his feathered tail lashes about.

14:10 Mahvel chomped down and quickly pinned down the flailing limbs before he'd start to bob his head up and down a bit in a bird-like motion. Squeezes of the inside of his throat along with those of his jaws would work in time with the up and down motions, only allowing the meal to be pulled downward with a little help of his own weight working against him as gulp after gulp send him sliding down the tight passage of his gullet. Golden cheese against the glow blue of the inner flesh would form a green hue to slime over the gryphon as he descended, bulge dissapearing down the woolvern's neck reappearing a couple seconds later as his belly stretched out a bit with a gurgle with the meal's arrival.

14:20 GyroFeather soon, after a couple hasty gulps by the wyvern, finds his limbs pinned awkwardly to his sides by the powerful jaws as more of his body presses into the gullet. A soft blue glow, which adds an eerie hue to his pink feathers and the yellow cheese, illuminates the the passage,  which sheens with drool as it pulses around him. Up ahead he hears an ominous gurlge as the stomach awaits his entry, even louder than that of the wooly creature's heartbeat. With a soft pressure, his beak meets the entrance to the stomach and then gives, blasting him with the foul putrid scent of the creature's bile, already mixing with the soggy chips and cheese from before. The gryphon squirms in the throat as best as he can as he's forced down into the mixture, soon causing him to bulge against the lining and leaving only his hind paws and lashing tail hanging from the dragon's maw.

14:23 Mahvel continued to make a couple more gulps to slide the rest of him down while he lowered his muzzle down a bit and leaned back against his tail with a soft coo. Inside, walls of the surrounding chamber would smush and grind over his meal, soaking him with a thick slime and churning him over and over while his gut got to work processing the load. Outside, he'd just rest wrap his wings around himself and strech a bit with that nacho bucket over to the side.

14:23 < Gyro> Pink or purple, its debateabel :P

14:25 < Gyro> (brb)

14:31 GyroFeather gives a couple muffled squawks of protest before he finds himself pushed underneath the liquid at the bottom of the stomach. He comes back up sputtering at the mix of cheese meat and bile as his body curls up enough in the stomach to bring him back to teh surface. The last thing to disapear down the creature's maw is the tiercel's pretty tuft of peacock train feathers, or rather they would be pretty if the thick cheese wasnt obscruing them. The gryph squirms in the stomach as the thick goopy mixture is churned into his coat and down, causing his flesh to begin to itch, while the gritty chips scrape his flesh. "Spit me out!" He calls, though the thick flesh around him largely muffles his words.

14:35 Mahvel further muffled the meal's complaints with wool and wings wrapped around as only a faint gurgle sounded from the struggles. A light belch would be muffled behind a wing as the walls of his stomach squeezed down around the gryphon, flesh molding to the curves of his form while they continued to forcefully grind him between the walls with the help of some muscles outside the organ itself. Probably something to do with the diaphragm as it went along with his breathing. Down below another sphincter would steadily send processed goo down through the rest of his intestines to be absorbed while fresh slime seeped in from above to wash over and drench the gryphon with the process.

14:40 < Mahvel> [brb]

14:41 GyroFeather feels the belch around him as it rumbles the stomach, expelling half of the foul, barely breathable air and causing the muscles to squeeze tighter around him. The bird could feel his body beginning to prune up from all the moisture while the heat and humidity sapped his strength, though these were certainly the least of his issues. 
He could feel the itchign growing more intense against him, as feathers begin to come loose from his body and float around in the dark liquid around him, and drawing another burst of futile struggles, which the squeezing diaphram rendered even more difficult. Each squirm causes the shapely bulges he makes to wiggle on the surface of Mahvel's gut.

14:45 < Kitty> Noisy lady!!! :D

14:48 < Akavael> Noises are good - 3-~

14:50 < Kitty> gurgling, sloshing, bubbling, muffled purring...always good from a belly :3

14:51 < Gyro> Smells are even better :D

14:51 < Gyro> ooh and textures

14:51 < Kitty> ...hiccups not, they aren't D:

14:52 < Mahvel> [back]

14:53 < Kitty> Textures are great, smells...ish, it depends

14:56 Mahvel churred softly while he enjoyed the internal massage he received from his meal. Letting his wings slide over to his sides, he'd just lean back and rest while he let his gut do the work. Inside it wasn't hard to imagine what all was being done to the gryph. Pretty much the same to all that nacho stuff that was sloshing around in there before him. As time passed, he'd melt down more and more of him, thickening the slime working on the rest of him while he continued to churn him up in there.

14:58 GyroFeather struggles and fights in Mahvel's belly for as long as he can manage. His feathers begin to come of in sheets leaving red raw skin as does his blue fur. All the while the lack of a replenished air supply was wearing on the poor creature. Slowly his movements begin to subside as he gets more and more light headed, until finally the little bird passes out in the wyvern's stomach, just another hunk of meat to add to the slurry of melting nachos inside.

15:02 Mahvel rested while his belly slowly deflated with the meal digesting inside as a softening bulge beneath his wool. Gurgles would continue to rumble from the woolvern's gut as processed over the load, steadily adding a little extra padding on his hips. After another rumble, a belch would catch him by surprise as the motion sent a skull flying out to land on his belly. Reaching over and picking it up between his wings, he'd clean off some of the dragon drool with a quick cleanse spell before lifting it up a bit and admiring the bone in lighting. "Free hat!"

15:06 < Gyro> The problem is you didnt save any feathers to make the hat pretty :P

15:06 < Mahvel> is lazy. x3

15:12 Mahvel secretly runs off behind a bush and lays the skull down on the ground upside down before starting to slide down his shorts. Stepping to either side of the skull, he'd lift his tail and lower his hips as they spread to reveal a blue donut of a hole pulsing beneath the base of that length. Taking a moment to make a few last second shifts and get comfortable, he'd allow his insides to relax and pump out the remains of the gryphon. Blue and pink feathers, bones and the occasional claw could be seen amidst the heap being dumped down onto that skull as the woolvern panted with a soft blush marking over the top of his muzzle. Once he was finished releasing the extra load from his bowels, he'd step away and clean off with another quick cleanse spell before kicking some dirt and grass over the mess he'd left behind and wandering back to get comfortable in his seat again.