Proving One's Mettle

20 July 2016

20:28 < GyroFeather> I shall prove to you that I can defend myself from ponies and eat a horse :P Probably!

20:36 < Ulysses> Doubt it! :>

20:42 GyroFeather huffs as he wanders through the street. He'd spent all day getting harassed by a large white gryphon who he'd initially taken a fancy to and he was feeling rather down. She'd made it clear....and several of the other gryphons she was with, that he couldnt claim to be much of a real gryphon without claiming a pony of his own. His tail hangs low and he's feeling rather down. Eating a pony was such a big jump...he used to be one.

20:53 Ulysses Hoovesy snickered as she calmly trotted away from him. Not even going to respect him as a threat, turning her back to him! How pathetic he must be to her. Not like he was any bit bigger or stronger in the first place; merely a stallion, and even that was debatable.

20:55 GyroFeather hears a snicker from a mare and then turns his head to look at her. Was she laughing about him not being a real gryphon too? Clenching his beak together he decides to follow the mare for a bit as she wanders. Perhaps this would be the one...

21:01 Ulysses Hoovesy was a pretty tasty looking morsel, to say the least. Thick rump, definitely heavier than the average mare, yet still as gorgeous as one. Young...But, a matured adult, still. It would not be easy if he tried, that horn of hers the biggest problem in his path.

21:07 GyroFeather walks up a little closer to the mare as they enter a secluded alley, getting near enough that he could get a wiff of her coat. The tiercel's wing firmly brushes over her side as he edges her into a wall. "Hello there miss~ I saw you taking an interest in me back there and figured I'd oblige you," he says with a bit of a growl in his voice.

21:14 Ulysses Hoovesy turned her head back, those crystal like ruby's she had in those big eyes of hers finding the source of the approaching voice. Her eyes widened just a little as she found it to come from a gryphon, but then lowered her lids as she saw his size. So small for a gryphon...Adorable. "Hello to you, too, I guess. What interest was that supposed to be, again?"

21:20 GyroFeather was about stallion sized, which made him a bit of a runt. He puffs his chest up to look a little more intimidating and lets out a growl, pushing her up against the wall. "You glanced my way out there and I heard you laughing about me." He accuses, sounding a tad on edge. His claws dig into her shoulders, still sharp, despite his smaller stature.

21:31 Ulysses Hoovesy Her horn stopped his talons from going any further into her flesh, shrugging it off and stepping back from him. Her aura still held his claws in place, glowing, sparky yellow aura. "Yeah, pretty much. You're kinda small and it's funny."

21:35 GyroFeather grunts as he feels his claws wrapped up in her magic. He narrows his eyes at the mare and gives a swipe with his claws, overcoming the force, but only just so, leaving his claw moving slowly through the air.

21:40 Ulysses Hoovesy was barely phased by the swipe, missing her, but creating enough of a breeze to move her short mane just a little. She took a step back and gave him a blank stare. "God, you are just a bowl of disappointment."

21:44 GyroFeather gives a loud frustrated cry and throws his weight forward, pouncing on Ulysses. She's close enough that surely he cant miss her, though it remains tobe seen if he has the force to knock her to the ground.

21:53 Ulysses Hoovesy stumbled a little backwards, her hooves immediately forced outwards and arching herself up. She grunted softly, pushing him off with some struggle, taking her steps away from him and igniting her horn. "Man, didn't know chicken were so feisty!"

22:02 GyroFeather huffs as he's pushed off, collapsing to the ground. He'd have to deal with that horn somehow, but he didnt have any rings on him. If he could just get a good pop against it somehow. His tail wraps up her hind leg and gives a tug. "Just quit using your magic and we'll see what happens."

22:07 Ulysses Hoovesy "Nah." She replied with a flat, cheeky voice. She poked her tongue out at him, snickering. "Can't even overpower a unicorn's magic. What gryphon are you? Fruit Loops?"Another snicker emitted from her, the magic coiling around the tail that grabbed at her and yanking it off.

22:10 GyroFeather manages to keep a firm grip this time as she pulls at it, making sure to keep her distracted with it. He grabs a rock in his claw and hurls it at her horn in an attempt to stun her. "You'll regret that! I'll have my way with you yet."

22:22 Ulysses Hoovesy The horn took the hit, but not without making a sudden jolt of magic emit rapidly into the air, possibly stunning both of them. Her horn disabled, she was still able to use the rest of her strength, getting a hoof cocked back and awkwardly sending it into his face.

22:24 GyroFeather had been unprepared from that sudden burst of energy and flinches while on the ground. He hadnt even gotten back to his feet when a powerful kick sends him skittering across the cobblestone and leaving him reeling with pain, and several feet away from the mare.

22:39 Ulysses Hoovesy reeled in pain while he was away, rubbing her horn slowly, said appendage sparking out random bits of her magic splurting from it. "You son of a bitch! Fighting like a fucking animal! You piece of shit!" She hissed at him, keeping her eyes trained on him.

22:43 GyroFeather gets to his feet once more and shakes his head to clear himself of the pain. He lets out a feral growl and stalks back towards the pony. "I thought you found me cute and harmless. I dont seem so harmless now do I?" He asks, before pouncing once more on her and digging his claws into her flesh.

22:59 Ulysses Hoovesy grit her teeth and cocked her lower hooves back, launching into his gut and privates. She struggled below him, just kicking and kicking, fighting to win and also to survive. "Get off of me!" She said through a stifled breath, hooves on his face and pushing.

23:05 GyroFeather lets out a pained squawk as the hooves connect hard with his stomach but he doesnt let go. He had already been humiliated enough by this mare that he just had to prevail. His grip tightens further, wrapping up her forehooves to her body and drawing blood from her coat. "Oh, I'll be off of you soon enough. YOu're gonna be my right of passage."

23:26 < GyroFeather> (Boop!)

23:28 Ulysses Hoovesy stifled a laugh through the pain, moving her tongue around her teeth and gums, gathering saliva and then spitting right into his face. "'Course some faggot like you can't even get accepted by his own race because of how pathetic he is."

23:32 GyroFeather scrunches his face as the hot pony spit drips down his hard beak to splat against her fur. "THey soon will...once I prove how accepting of you I can be," he says and then opens his beak wide, giving her a momentary glimps of the hot pink flesh before it slips down around her muzzle, coating her fur in smelly drool.

23:53 Ulysses Hoovesy leaned her head back as he came down around her muzzle, her hooves immediately pressed to his neck and trying to squeeze in. Choking, if she had hands...Damn hooves! She squirmed against the ground, feeling bits of rock and gravel digging into her fur. Muffled complaining could be heard already.

23:53 < GyroFeather> (I gotta run off)

23:53 < Ulysses> ( aw

23:54 < GyroFeather> (Ish late sadly)

23:55 < Ulysses> ( I see

23:55 < GyroFeather> (We can continue later though)

23:55 < GyroFeather> (Also for a bit there I thought hoovesy was gonna turn the tables :P)

23:56 < Ulysses> (( Making it interesting

23:56 < GyroFeather> (indeed. anyway nini

23:58 < Ulysses> ( niiight

01:53 GyroFeather grunts and clamps down on her snout as she begins to push at her throat, causing his little beak tooth to begin to draw blood. His foreclaws reach up to grab at the hooves pressing upon his neck and pull them down at the elbows. His hot tongue slathers over the mare's face as his hot fishy breath wafts over her muzzle.

02:03 Ulysses Hoovesy still kicked him in the gut and groin with her lower hooves, even if she lacked the strength of an Earth pony, it still hurt like Hell. She squirmed, she yelled, she fought, yet her head was diving deeper into the gullet of the tiny, insignificant gryphon. What a shame!

02:07 GyroFeather gasps as he feels the hard hoof connect with his gut and then allows his body to slide between her hind legs, out of reach of her kicks. He releases his bite on her muzzle and darts his head forward, enveloping her eyes in his dark pink throat and pressing the start of her face into his hot slippery gullet. A couple more swallows and he head of the mare is just a big bulge in his greedy gullet.

02:30 Ulysses Hoovesy squirms still. Pushing on him, trying to get away, it all proved useless. Her head, bulging his neck out with a profound amount of stretchiness (which seemed to be relevant to all ponies, further proving the point that he is no gryphon), her thicker than average body testing such elasticity. Even if he got this far on her, she would still resist, not stopping like any good prey would. Little bastard!

02:40 GyroFeather blankets her neck in drool as he eases her squirming shoulders into his maw. At least now her forehooves would be rather well held against her sides by the tight sides his his mouth. The flesh ripples and pulls on her body as it slips deeper inside of his gullet. Despite her struggles, he was able to keep himself from getting worst of her outburst and soon her head pressed out into his squishy crop at the base fo his neck.

02:59 < GyroFeather> (Boop!)

03:00 < Ulysses> ( i kno

03:11 Ulysses Hoovesy "Ugh, what the hell is this?" She yelled, not even aware of what gryphon anatomy was. This squishy, gross place was confusing to her. Smelt like fish, too...Not the good kind, either. The raw, slimy, strong type...She scrunched her nose up and groaned. "God, and I thought your breath was bad." She said, though mostly to herself, most of her kicking and fighting gone...for now.

03:12 < GyroFeather> (I am too tired to continue actually I think D:

23:00 GyroFeather had a beak way too full of horse to actually answer the mare, and so instead shrugs. What a typical nonculturally sensitive horse to not know gryphon anatomy anyways. He grins around her as he noticed that her struggles have largely died down and uses this opportunity to gulp a little faster. His beak darts forward, sliding across her belly and nearing her hips. Finally the gryphon tilts his head skyward, letting gravity assist as she begins to curl up tightly in his muscular sack.

23:04 Ulysses Hoovesy: (( still unsure of how to imagine this. Is she in his neck or down below? ))

23:05 GyroFeather : (Crop is like right at the chest =>neck area.

23:20 Ulysses Hoovesy just sat there with a little look around her new surroundings. This place was just weird, not even a stomach sort of weird. It was squishy, like some old man's wet scrotum...Yeesh. That was not an image she wanted in her head. Shaking it, she jerked her hooves up and tried to kick him right in the face, just to spite him, grumbling inside there.

23:27 GyroFeather oofs as her hooves kick rather wildly in the air from his sharp beak. She really had no angle now to kick him in the head, but the jerk does serve to propel the mare a little faster down his gullet. He grunts and gags as her fleshy rump fills out his beak even wider than her head had been before. His beak slids sharply over the fur, finally drawing blood in a long gash as it slips in. His tongue briefly runs over her nethers and plot hole, lingering only long enough to slicken her up.

23:52 Ulysses Hoovesy let out a drawn hiss, cussing profoundly at the gash and feeling of blood dripping down her legs, and then a little confused as he ran over her nethers. Shaking her head and rolling her eyes once again, she could of expected it if she thought about how pathetic he must be to do so. Probably the closest he's ever gotten to a mare in the first place...Still, though.

00:01 GyroFeather would have bitten her harder if he'd been able to read her thoughts, but instead he just tucks his tongue up between her cheeks and shoves her back into his awaiting gullet, out of reach. His tongue slowly snakes up her legs as she disapears into his greedy gullet, getting curled up tight in his crop. Her descent begins to slow though as her rump reaches his crop as his chest begins to get uncomfortably stretched. He closes his eyes and focuses down there rather than swallowing, slowly causing his pyloric sphincter to expand and begin to admit the mare inside as an overflow chamber. The foul air blasts her nares as she begins to slip into the hotter sack.

00:26 GyroFeather : (Bloop!)

00:38 Ulysses Hoovesy could feel it before she was hit with it, so she switched from breathing through her nostrils and to her throat. Even then, the acidic smell made her gag a little and eyes burn, though closing her lids and reducing her breathing helped a little. Silent now, she slid down, not even wriggling or thrashing in there. She was keeping still and just trying to keep from sliding downwards, though finding it hard with nothing to grab onto but slick walls. She ignited her horn, though it gave her a slight pain shooting through her skull. She couldn't use a teleportation spell just yet. Maybe a few more minutes, but time was precious. She had to focus and keep herself inconspicuous.

00:49 GyroFeather gulps a couple more times, darting his head forward eagerly with each swallow until finally he could feel her hooves against his tongue. He licks up eagerly over the frog before finally pushing them down to the back of his throat and sealing them with a loud glck. Her tail is the only thing left outside his yellow beak and he slurps that up in short order. The gryphon legs out a loud purr as he sends her down the hot fleshy tube and brings a claw to rub and follow the bulge as she goes. The mare soon finds herself about three quarters in the way in the stomach, filling it out as much as it'd strech comfortably, leaving her fat rump in his crop. His stomach's hot fluids are churned over her form, sqeezing tight on the mare's body and making sure every inch of her is covered as it begins to rise. The uncomfortable itching spreads over every exposed slot, taking special interst inside her nose and ears, and her eyelids, the most sensitive spots on the mare availible to it.

01:18 GyroFeather : (Boop)

01:24 Ulysses Hoovesy felt tingling all over her body, stronger in certain places. Ulysses, knowing she had little time to do what she had to, grit her teeth as she closed her lips tight as her eyes were. She would not allow herself to go through this pain, no. This was not the way she was going to die, let alone to some faggot like this! God, she could feel herself dragging against the ground. Her size versus his, she was almost on par...Nothing like a real gryphon. This would be easy work for a sizeable male, maybe even a female at that, but this was just unbearable to know she was eaten by the smallest little fucker in the world. The anger rolling through her was intense, even as she found herself sliding into his gut and making her final home there. Fur was already starting to fall off, the one thing he had over her, and that was digestive power. No normal pony would do it this fast. She held her breath for a moment, then exhaled sharply. "Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it! I'll fucking kill you!"

01:33 GyroFeather rumbles around the mare as he feels her getting settled inside of his tight stomach. In some ways, getting caught by such a small creature as this particular gryphon was more problematic as the stomach, stretched to the limit as it was, squeezes back incredibly tightly over the mare as it churns around her, creaking at her bones with each ripple. The gryphon's belly scrapes the ground with her inside, though rather soon even more gets in contact with it as gyro flumps onto his side rather suddenly, knocking the pony around with the impact. The tiercel lets out a little giggle as he hears the mare's cries and runs a talon over her form, pressing into her and kneading at her flesh, pulling fur off even faster to reveal her reddened flesh below. "The only way I think that would happen is if your skull gets caught on its way back up~ Face it! You're nothing more than a still living piece of bird shit, and an ugly yellow and brown pellet." He chirps back teasingly. A loud belch escapes his beak, bringing with it a large portion of her air supply. He'd let her sit for a bit without it, to weaken her up.

01:53 Ulysses Hoovesy's breathing was rough, shallow, feeling the walls tighten around her with the air leaving her. The tingling was turning into a burning quickly. Her skin, as much as she would like to say it was smooth just as her fur was soft, was barely able to hold off any digestive acids. She would barely last a few minutes alive under these conditions. The thoughts were piling. Trying to preform the spell now would be dangerous - half of her, maybe more, maybe less, would only go along. Instant death. Though, in the current state she was, death was already on its way. Moving, she sat herself on her back, hooves curled into her body and breathing heavily. Ulysses didn't care about the air amount left to her anymore. She knew what had to be done. Exhaling another breath, though slower, shaky, she emitted a slow laugh. Igniting her horn, she saw just a glimpse of what her bloodied body was becoming, quickly closing her eyes and gritting her teeth. "I relish in the thought that you will meet a similar fate, you piece of shit. Burn in Hell."

01:55 Ulysses Hoovesy's last words, before a very bright light emitted from her horn, showing even through the flesh of his stomach, an overload of her horn's abilities. Her brain fried from the inside, her horn emitted a little smoke as the rest of her body suddenly jerked and twitched, before slumping down into his stomach. Remaining sparks and bits of her magic still left her, though she was gone by her own hand.

02:26 GyroFeather has a soft contented look across his beak as he feels the mare inside of his gut move around and fight within him. Something begins to feel strange though within him as he feels a strange glowing warmth in the pit of his gut. His face twitches as he hears the maniacal laughter coming from deep inside, brining with it a feeling of dread. His talons hit at his stomach as he he hears her words. "Cut it out whatever you're doing!" The tiercel lets out a loud cry of pain as the surge from the horn ignites his insides like he was on fire. THe glow permiates his very flesh, illuminating the horse inside as she goes out with quite a bang. Shuddering, even as it ends, the gryphon quivers, curled up around his gut and whimpering like a little baby. No real damage had been done besides the pain, but it still takes him a good half an hour to recover from the blast.

02:28 GyroFeather finally pulls himself away from where he had been laying and makes his way over to a small nook within the ally, hiding him and his bulging belly from sight. Rather quickly he feels the pull of sleep upon him and submits while his stomach works over his hunk of meat. Deep inside his active gut would be a rather grisly sight as the mare's front half is steadily dissolved, spilling from her body cavity her guts and stripping her flesh from her skin, while her rump and hind legs remain relatively unmolested in the crop. As more and more of her flesh is consumed, the back half slowly flows in as well, eventually meeting the same fate as the front half had.

02:36 GyroFeather sleeps for all of that evening, and most of the day the next as she breaks down and dissolves, initally rounding out his stomach, and then all but disapearing, only to reappear as a large lump between his hips where she was pressureing to get out. The tiercel wakes and feels that intense pressure but crosses his hind legs. He had to go tell flanker. She'd need to see for herself. He rushes over to the bar where he knew she hung, all the while keeping his tail plastered to his plothole and swaying back and forth. She wouldnt believe he'd actually done it unless he could prove it, he was sure.

02:41 Flanker Flanker simply sat there within the bar with a drink before her and a cheek rested against her palm. Nothing seemed to be really going on in the bar, as usual. It was nothing that out of the ordinary. Television on the news, as if there were really anything else to watch at the moment, simply bored out of her mind for the time being. She thought about doing something, but her drink was still before her. Can't just walk out with it sitting there...That would just be a waste of money. Though, as she heard the door behind her burst open with something in a hurry, she turned her head lazily to look. A little surprised, she saw a familiar looking shrimp...Though, that surprise simply turned into annoyance. Great, this guy again...Taking a drink from her glass, she simply turned her head and continued to watch the television.

02:50 GyroFeather rushes over to flanker with the weight hanging below him. He certainly looked like he'd put on a a couple tens of pounds based on the chub at his belly and his hips. He wraps a talon around her arm and leans up. "I did it, I ate one, and I've got the stuff to prove it too!" he says to the larger gryphon. His belly gives an uncomfortable rumble as he stands there and a smelly fart makes its way out of his tail hole. Hopefully she'd follow him to the backroom quickly before he makes a fool of himself in the bar.

02:52 Flanker sighed, looking over to him with his frantic words, and leaning away as he farts. Her eyes slowly look side to side, as if saying silently 'What the hell does he want from me?', though shakes her head. "Okay. About damn time, really. What do you want from me now? Have you even gone to the bathroom?" She asked him, raising an eyebrow. Judging by the heft below him and that gas escaping, it was a no, but she sighed once again and stood from her spot.

03:06 GyroFeather grits his beak as she questions him and then lets out a little whimper. "I-I just wanted to prove that...that I"d done it..." he says with a whine. As she stands up, the tiercel dashes off to the bathroom, only glancing back once to make sure she's in tow before he takes a seat at the porcilene throne. Not even waiting for the gryphon to show up he begins. His tail flags and he relaxes the muscles, letting rip another loud smelly bout of gas, which stinks up the small room before the hot brown coils begin to flow from the tight pucker. Hardly any color dotted it, nor had any bones made it through as the thick logs fill up the throne. Oh god, it'd never felt this good to let every thing come loose. Gyro is panting by the end of it as the last bout coming out is thick and watery, carrying with it just a tad bit of burn.

03:12 Flanker followed shortly, though slowly, no hurry to come see the mess he was making. The smell was bad enough as she entered, but the sounds accompanying were rather lewd in their own disgusting way. She did like the fact that it was someone's life he was just pressing out of his ass, though him being so small made the arousal a little lackluster. Nonetheless, impressed Flanker was, honestly thinking he would of just been ate by the pony he was trying to go after. Must of been some bullshit to allow him to eat them...Oh, well. She sat back on her haunches and crossed her arms, watching him struggle where she would find things easy. Her own stomach just below looked a little pudgy, as well. About the same size as is, though ratio speaking, hers being bigger in retrospect, despite freshness. "Having fun there?"

03:20 GyroFeather looks up as he finishes letting out the rest of the pony, panting heavily from the effort. He gives an exhausted look up at the formel as she sits before him. He's just about to respond to her, raising a talon, when another pressure makes itself known. The little tiercel begins to cough and gag as a rather large bulge begins to press itself up his neck. It takes near a minute for him to force it up as it was much larger than anything that should be coming out of such a small gryphons body. Finally though, a moderatly crushed unicorn skull, complete with horns and misclanious other bones surrounded in short cream fur with much longer brown and orange bits of mane and tail all compressed together. With a splat it hits the tile floor in front of flanker, splattering the foul tastes of his insides which then drip off of it. Gyro pants hard to recover and then gives a half grin up at the larger formel. "I...told you I'd....make a pony into griffon...shit..." he pants out gleefully. Maybe now the little runt would be accepted into the group.

03:20 GyroFeather : (Hmm does flanker know Ulysses? :P

03:21 Flanker : ( Why?

03:22 GyroFeather : (mostly curious, if she'd recognise the colors or not. its not really a big deal of course. Just reactions could be fun :P)

03:25 Flanker : ( Sure, why not.

03:32 Flanker glances at the mess both below her and in front of her. She sighed, nodding, pleasantly impressed, though not showing it. "Even though it looks like you're about to pass out...The mess you made looks familiar, as well. Hmm...Well, you finally did it, either way. A little struggle, it seems, but you actually did it." She said, poking her talon towards the bottom of her beak. She looked side to side, a little awkward silence filling the room, though she was getting a little hungry. "Mh...Maybe I should go eat one myself. Kinda getting hungry watching someone else do it.."

03:41 GyroFeather certainly is quite the mess. His fur and feathers are all frazzled and he looks rather exhausted from the exertion. He gives another nod at the larger gryphon as she speaks and chuckles. "Well...even if you and it were close friends, I made it into the highest thing a pony can aspire to. Gryphon Shit. And yes, I finally did." He gives a little nervous laugh during the silence and then nods at her suggestion. "THey are certainly tasty...not that you need me to tell you that..." he says breathily though less so than before as he recovers.

03:43 GyroFeather : (I suggest maybe Flanker wander off in this post? unless bird bird food is desired :P)

03:43 Flanker : ( She'll let him live for now

03:43 GyroFeather : ( Bird will appreciate that :D)

03:44 GyroFeather : (I think he totally deserves a condiscending pat before she leaves :B)

03:52 Flanker simply kicked the leftover mess he made on the floor aside and reached to him, patting him on the head before standing and heading towards the door. "Decent enough show, at least. I'm going to go eat someone. Don't hurt yourself the next time you try and eat someone...Gryphon." Her voice was flat, leaving calmly and quietly, despite her stomach already growling.

03:56 GyroFeather closes his eyes and beams proudly as he feels the pat upon his head. He grins even wider when the big gryphon actually refers to him as one. As she wanders out the door he finally finds himself recovered enough. He hops up off the throne, gives it a flush, which of course fails to deal with the problem. Grinning down at his first pony pellet, he picks it up and tucks it away as a trophy, leaving the bathroom to overflow as he heads home.