Stats

The RP has a total of 30 lines, 1748 words, and 9369 characters.
The average line consists of 58.27 words that themselves average 4.36 characters taking about 3 minutes, 9 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 14 lines, 901 words, and 4831 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 64.36 words that themselves average 4.36 characters taking about 4 minutes, 9 seconds.
Mahvel said a total of 16 lines, 847 words, and 4538 characters.
Mahvel's average line consists of 52.94 words that themselves average 4.36 characters taking about 2 minutes, 12 seconds.

11:33 Mahvel flops on a sofa.

11:35 Mahvel is fluffy.

11:35 GyroFeather flops on Mahvel. Was just about to use that sofa!

11:35 Mahvel 's wool puffs up with a fwump as the gryph landed on him.

11:36 GyroFeather snuggles into the warm wool, gets quite comfortable.

11:37 Mahvel rurrs some and makes a light chomp at the tail before dragging the gryph over into the cushion ahead of him.

11:42 GyroFeather squawks as he feels the tail bitted upon and turn sto lok at Mahvel. He wiggles as he's dragged but makes no fuss.

11:44 Mahvel chirps and nuzzles down at him, burying his muzzle into his belly some with a soft coo.

11:53 GyroFeather purrs as he feels the snout against his belly and wiggles his hips. His tail curls gently around her neck.

11:54 < Gyro> (err his >.<

11:54 < Gyro> the channel is just a little too fast this morning I'm afraid. I missed it

11:54 Mahvel smiled and gave a slurp over that belly, preening over him some with a few light nips.

11:57 GyroFeather giggles, feeling the gentle nips upon his fur. Seems the gryphon had used a different oil for cleaning this morning. He smells and tastes faintly of cinnamon. His tail dances lightly upon the woolvern's head.

11:58 Mahvel rurrs and scoots up some to lay over the gryph with a soft smush, chest pressing down over his belly while he dipped his muzzle over to nibble along the back of a leg.

12:01 GyroFeather grunts and feels his belly compress as the dragon leans up over him and lets his tail dance along his back. The gryphon leans forward and nips at Mahvel's wool as he feels them pulling at his leg fur.

12:04 Mahvel gave a playful growl and made a soft chomp over the gryphon's backside before rolling back into a sitting position. As he moved, he'd haul the gryph up into the air above him, slowly making a few gulping motions down below to tease at him some.

12:07 GyroFeather winces as he feels the teeth sink lightly into his shoulders with the growl right in the ear. As Mahvel rocks back, he feels the claws and maw used to lift him up into the air with his claws pressed to his sides as he looks down at him. The gryphon gives his own gulp, but this one of fear as he sees the motions the predator makes. "Nnnnghhh perhaps you'd like me to fix you something?" He offers nervously

12:07 < Gyro> (or maybe even a gryphon needs fixing up~~ I see you like food play too :P)

12:10 Mahvel rurrs some while his throat could be felt squeezing around the gryph. In answer to the question, he'd simply tilt his jaws up and make another gulp, sinking the gryph down his gullet as a deep gurgle rumbled around him. [Every now and then. Not too much though.]

12:14 GyroFeather squaks as the maw opens up to take his head in. His warm taste washes over the wyvern's tongue as it explores his body and begins to wash him in saliva. The gulp this time wasnt teasing it seems, as his head is drawn into the tight muscular throat. He hears a gurlging ahead and lets out another muffled noise, squirming in Mahvel's grip.

12:14 < Gyro> (Gotcha ^^ Well if the mood strikes ya, that one is always a biggy of mine :P)

12:14 < Gyro> (*If the mood ever strikes ya I mean

12:16 Mahvel sent the gryph down as a bulge down into the pouch of his crop. Enjoying the weight sinking down inside him, the woolvern would flop over onto his belly and stretch out across the couch with a warm churr rumbling through his fluff, seeming fairly content with his meal.

12:19 GyroFeather flights, but the his struggles seem rather futile as Mahvel is rather quick to dart and gulp around his snack. His head sinks down into the crop, followed rather quikcly by the rest of his body. His feathered tail swings back and forth, defiant to the end as he's forced to curl up in the hot smelly chamber. The tiercel grunts as he's squished down into the couch cushions, feeling the entire weight of him on it.

12:21 Mahvel yawns a bit and slowly roll over onto his back as he used the armrest as a pillow for a bit. With the change, a sphincter in the bottom of the crop would open and the chamber would compress to push the gryph further down inside the woolvern, passage growing warmer with a thick slime coating over his meal.

12:22 < Gyro> (into da gizzard? :P)

12:22 < Mahvel> [Decided to change things around a bit. x3 He's weird enough as is.]

12:24 < Gyro> (:P)

12:26 GyroFeather had just begun to get situated in the hot smelly chamber and calls out, "H-hey! Spit me up!" when he feels himself squished about even harder. The gryphon oofs as the air is forced from his lungs while he's being forced through a hole at the bottom. Once again his beak is sealed by the pressure as his rump begins to press down into the next tight chamber.

12:28 Mahvel sunk him down into his stomach as a deep gurgle announced his arrival. Thick slime would slosh around as the passage above sealed up in a tight sphincter. Down below, another sunk beneath the pool of fluids would steadily be pumping the mix through the rest of his tract while more of the juices seeped in from above, keeping a fresh supply of the mix washing over the gryph with the occasional feather or bit of fur sliding off to melt in there.

12:31 < Gyro> (hmm so no gizzard at all?)

12:31 < Mahvel> [Kinda combined it with the main stomach.]

12:32 < Mahvel> [Cue washing machine joke]

12:35 GyroFeather squawks as the rest of his body seals down into the second chamber with a wet noise as the sphincter closes up over his beak. The air is foul and smells bitterly of bile as he's dropped inot the second chamber. The fluid in the chamber feels thicker and has a smell to it as gurgles around him. Still he can see in the blue glow from the insides around him. He seemed to be the only thing in there as he struggles. "Cough me up! I'm not food!" he calls out, as the walls press in around him. Already he can feel the tingling itch of it upon his skin and can only watch helplessly as he sees feathers falling free from the sliding muscles that grind against him.

12:39 Mahvel 's belly would groan some with organs shifting into place to accommodate for the guest in there. Leaning his head back and ignoring what complaints made it out through his gut, he'd rest back along the couch and listen to the area while his insides began to forcefully tumble the gryph around in there. Walls would rise and drop suddenly while the chamber itself closed in and expanded in a churning process, never seeming to settle still for long with the acidic mix sloshing over the gryph. Feathers and fur would be smeared from his form as he was stripped down with the motions that only seemed to rest whenever time was needed to pump the digested sludge down into his intestines and allow more of the juices to fill into the stomach around him.

12:46 GyroFeather grunts as the powerful muscles of the stomach render the walls no longer so plush. It squeezes the very breath out of him as they press around his form, certainly silencing his complaints. Even more so is he queited as the churning forces the little bird's head underneath the fluids, getting the burning acid into his eyes and nares and leaking into his closed beak, putting the bitter taste of bile upon it. STill each time he felt like he was going to pass out it would luckily manouver him to the surface, where he could spit out his painful load and take a couple gasping breaths of air. The pressure inside the stomach was immense, causing his bones to bend and creak as it squeezes. One wrong move or bad squeeze and a couple would probably break. The acids grow more painful as his body is entirely stripped of his feathers and fur, leaving him with red damaged skin.

12:50 Mahvel was built for handling hooves and horns so the gryph would be a fairly easy prey to hold down in comparison. Acids seeping down his throat would sink down before working over the insides of his belly as the resulting gasses caused it to bloat some and rub more against the surrounding flesh. Shivering a bit at the sensation, the woolvern would pant softly and roll over onto his belly to give it a heavy smush as he stretched out along the cushions of the couch, muffling a moan with his face buried into a pillow.

12:55 GyroFeather couldn't do much against the endless churning of the stomach, indeed, as it pressed over him. The gryphon was begining to find that he couldnt feel his extremities such as his tail or claws as the muscles and nerves had melted off leaving nothing but bone behind. A powerfu squeeze combined with the rolling causes the little bird to screen in pain as a couple wing and leg bones to break with a loud crack. This of course only enables the stomach to squeeze the bird into an even tighter ball as his flesh is melted away.

12:57 Mahvel clenched his insides around the bird as the mix began to melt the flesh from his bones. Churning over the mix, he'd steadily pump some of it down through his gut, rolling back over and wrapping his wings around the belly while he rested some from the process taking its toll on him.

13:00 GyroFeather gives a couple weak struggles inside of mahvel but already his body is growing cold, despite the incredibly humid heat around him. The gryphon feels himself getting lightheaded from both the pain and the blood loss as his body is further broken as his snapped bones are used as cudgels against the intact ones. Finally he gives a weak pitiful cry out before going silent, save for some twitching. Even that doesnt last long as the muscles of the stomach continue to snap and crunch his remaining flesh and bones.

13:05 Mahvel laid there for awhile as the bulge in his belly softened. As the time passed, he'd start to feel that pressure rising further down in his bowels, growing more and more the longer he waited with the gryph's remains being packed together down there. With a light groan, he'd roll off of the couch and start to make his way into the bathroom before slipping out of his shorts and positioning himself over the commode. Lowering himself down and spreading his hips, that donut of a tailhole would pulsate some before his insides would relax and allow the pressure to push out the brown logs, full of bits of fur and feathers from his flank. Reaching back with a wing, he'd send the mess swirling down the drain before taking a moment to clean up and get dressed again. Having finished his business, he'd head out of the restroom and back to his spot to rest for a bit, maybe order a drink or something and relax for a bit.

13:06 < Gyro> That was fun~ Thank ye!