Wrong House to Land In

27 July 2016

20:25 Mizque lays in his nest, the large wicker and shell glue structure spread over a few tall redwoods, the nest massive, not unlike a small, tree supported, bungalo like one would expect in a 'prehistoric' style time travely adventure, a hammock actually woven out of more of that wicker on one side, the herm gryphon laying on his back in it, sipping on some lemonade as he relaxes

20:31 GyroFeather found himself on a rather long journey as he flies down the coastline. The gryphon had somehow gotten himself roped into meeting a friend for a camping trip, and was making the long flight south to meet him. His wings were growing rather tired though, as he'd been in the air for a while, and was feeling quite hot and sweaty. As he scans for a place to stop, figuring he would just find a tree to perch, he spots an inviting structure. Gliding down to it, he does a couple circles to see if he might catch a glimpse of the owner.

20:34 Mizque doesn't pay the other gryphon much heed as he mentaly takes note, taking another sip of his lemonade to cover his preditory grin before getting up as he finishes the drink, heading into a covered portion more toward the section in the middle, quickly moving out of sight as he grins, setting his empty glass down on the counter inside, and grabbing a pair of filled 'water balloons, one packed with powdered sugar, the other full of water <

20:38 GyroFeather spots the larger gryphon as he makes his way inside the house and then lands down on the patio. He calls out, to make the owner aware of his presence, though he doesnt peer his way into the house. "Hello friend! I was hoping that you might not mind if I stuck around for a bit? My wings are incredibly tired and I just need to rest for half an hour. The gryphon doesnt even wait for a response, before he pops his rump down on the ground where he stood, and then half fans out his wings tiredly, as hot beads of salty sweat drip down his form.

20:40 Mizque chuckles from his house "And what did you bring as a gift for visiting my nest?" he calls back to the other, stepping out, and standing on his hinds, his pudgy form helping him hide those water balloons as he looks at the other, a faint smile tracing his parrot like beak

20:45 GyroFeather frowns as the gryphon steps out and asks for tribute. "Oh uhh...I hadnt really been..I can leave if you'd prefer. I do have some bits if that would help sooth things over though..." He says, sounding a tad bashful and turning his head away. "I really didnt mean to disturb."

20:47 Mizque nods some "You know, it's impolite to look away from your host when they are speaking to you" he chides with a tsk sound "How about you treat me to a meal hmmm?" he adds on, getting ready to throw those things he'd grabbed in the other gryphon's face as soon as it turns to face him once more, his belly letting out a deep, hungry groooooug

20:49 GyroFeather clenches his beak and turns to look at Mizque once more, frowning as he hears the request. "Oh...well I cant...the food I've got is for a camping trip. If its that much of a hassle for me to be here, perhaps I ought to just take off..." he offers, begining to flare his wings and get back up to his feet.

20:51 Mizque grins as he sees the smaller gryphon start to stand before quickly throwing the balloons at his face, first the powdered sugar, then the water balloon, intending to blind the other and glue that stuff in place for a short while "I never said you'd be eating as well, or what I wanted the meal to be"

20:54 GyroFeather doesnt even know what hits him as he's enveloped in a white puff of dust. Even before the water balloon hits the sugar begins to stick to his hot sweaty coat, staining his fur and feathers white. Gyro takes an inhale of breath and begins to cough as the sweet sugary dust coats his tongue and irritates his thraot. Then with a splash he's rendered even more drenched. He's still coughing and flailing his wings wildly, unable to escape or even respond to Mizque's words at the moment.

20:56 Mizque laughs some and licks around his beak as he walks over, easily bowling the disoriented gryphon over, weaving some of the wicker of the nest over his limbs and laughs "Don't go anywhere, meat" he says coldly as he walks off, his belly letting out another loud hungry growl

21:02 GyroFeather finally stops sputtering and manages to clear his eyes of the shugar just in time to feel himself knocked over onto the nest once more with an oof. He struggles as he's pinned beneatht he larger bird, but his struggles are futile as he's woven into the nest, caught like a bug in a spider web. "What are you going to do with me? Let me go!" He cries, trying to pull himself free from the nest. He's stuck spread eagle on his belly with his wings flapping wildly behind him, trying to pull himself free.

21:07 Mizque laughs some as he walks out from his home a large set of leather chrods in his right talon roughly sitting on his prey's head, mushing him beak first into the whicker as he roughly grabs those flailing wings and pins them to his sides starting to bind them down as he wiggles his rump to get a bit more comfortable, and to humiliate the other "I told you meat, your going to be my meal" he says letting out a rank wet fart right against the back of that feathered head "Heh, you'll soon see my last meal, let you get to know it, even show you my special collection before I fill you with cream and gulp you down~" <

21:12 GyroFeather keeps his eyes out for the returning bird, not that there's anything he can really do to protect himself from his present predicament. He oofs as he's pressed down hard into the branches, feeling a painful pressure of the claws on his pink feathered head. The rough treatment and subsequent binding of his wings. brings a loud squawk from his beak as he squirms. As he hears the words from the gryphon's lips his heart sinks, before he's suddenly gassed by the foul scent form his his plot. Gyro coughs and gags as it burns at his nares and lets out a whine, "S-stop, sorry I didnt mean to disturb you. Just let me go on my way...I'll give you whatever you want. I'm not food."

21:23 Mizque snorts. "Well, what I want is to eat a nice squirming meal, after I have my fun with it first" he says with a laugh, getting up and quickly undoing the weaving around the smaller birds limbs before rolling him over and grinning evily and grabbing the smaller ones talons staring by binding the 'thumbs' together then the wrists , lashing so that the digets are bent upward toward his meal "Mmmmm, there we are, now then, you have a few options, I could eat you now, just gulp you down like the hunk of meat you are, pass you strait to my gizard to break your bones so I can hear your screams, or you can indulge me and you'll take a longer slower ride toward my belly, where I'll soften you up first before pushing you into my gizzard that way your nerves will already be fried some so the breaking wont be as bad, so, which will it be, food?" <

21:30 GyroFeather squawks as he feels the limbs undone and then attempts to take a swipe at Mizque as he's rolled over, but the gryphon's powerful legs hold him tight and prevent the little bird from providing too much of a struggle. "N-no! You cant...I can catch you some fish or other forest reatures...Those will be plenty squirming will they not?"He feels his digits bound down against his wrists so that he cant swipe anymore followed by his legs being pulled infront of him. He tries to pull them back underneath him as his crest falls from the threatening gryphon. "N_no...I dont want to be food...I'm not food. Just have your way with me and be done..." He begs, shaking his head and refusing to pick an option.

21:36 Mizque grins coldly "The rough way it is then" he says flatly, picking up the smaller catbird and slinging him over his shoulder like a sack of potato's "I like this way more, I get to have more fun" he says walking inside his house, on wall lined with shelves and small display tanks, each no bigger than a ponies head, and a number of them with pellets of mixed fur, and bones, some with rope or layted, even a few beaks feathers and an odd horn, like a show case of those he's eaten and turned to shit and pudge "Most of them were like you, in the end they all begged me to make it quick, but, with you it's gonna be even longer, gonna break you, and take some antacids after your back in my stomach so it takes even more time for my acids to break your flesh down so I can pass you into my gizzard a second time for another grind to break your bones even more" he says before laughing "But first, I think I need to cream fill you, then coat you in marinade~" <

21:44 GyroFeather oofs as he feels himself lifed and hefed up over the gryphon's body, laying across it with his chest. He squirms and wiggles utop, but the wings of the other tiercel serve to keep him well balanced on the creature's back, even as they walk towards the trophy room. "I'm not just a toy...please this isnt ..." His words die off as he takes in the awful sight. So many ponies and gryphon seemed to have been claimed by this large catbird. His heart sinks as he realizes that he's no different from the rest of them, and that soon that might be his fate...no would be his fate as well. "N-no....alll those creatures...you cant have..." He says with a whimper. His heart runs colder still as he hears the fate the bird is deciding for him. "P-please...just kill me before you gulp me down...I dont want to die like that..." he begs, watchign his broken body being destroyed in the dark in his mind. The thought was just terrifying.

21:50 Mizque grins. "Hah, and enjoy your screams, whimpers and squirms, not a chance, you had a chance to opt in to the easy path, you blew it, your fault, not mine" he says before dropping the smaller catbird on the ground and lifting that tail examining that pucker underneath it "Oooh this is gonna feel gooooood~" he coos gently starting to rub that sphincter as his musk rises into the air as his meal sees the catbirds large cock starts to slide out, barbs easily seen on it, thankfully they are soft barbs and not the hard, sharp, keratin ones that some other gryphons have "Gotta give you a nice cream filling before I coat you in marinade...show you what will come out, other than a pellet, that's left of you. My guts are very, very good at churning down you idiots who land in my nest without proper tribute, or who show up without my permission. This is my territory after all." <

12:39 GyroFeather winces and fights against Mizque's claws, trying to pull his tail down and away to hid his rump, but its no use. He's left exposed to the larger bird as he feels the gentle menistrations against his tailhole. The sensations feel nice at first as the tingles of pleasure stread through his body, but he knows that regardless of how nice it feels, a far grimmer fate awaits him. The tiercel lets out a soft cry of fear as he hears Mizque's word and feels the shaft pressing against his tight sphincter. Gyro's own sheath begins to swell from the touches against his won wishes. "N-no...please...I didnt mean to....I'll just leave and make sure no one knows to show up again."

13:08 Mizque rolls his eyes. "And loose all the tasty snacks that make the mistake of landing here without food, not a chance" he says as he suddenly rams his hard cock fully into that tight pucker of the prey item "Now moan for me you lil slut, you know you wanna add yourself to my glorious pudge~" he taunts as he starts to really pump in and out, without lubricant or any time for his meal to be to propperly prepare

13:20 GyroFeather might have been getting some modicum of pleasure from the gentle teasing moments ago, but the sudden forceful entry into his pucker, even if he'd taken it before, brings a loud squawk from his beak. His wings try to twitch though they come up against his bindings rather quickly, and he squirms on the ground. His rump aches as the shaft catches on the soft insides, resisting the forceful sliding of the tiercel's shaft. The bird cries out in pain as his ass aches and burns from the trhusting. "PLease...lube at least..." He begs, whimpering.

13:23 Mizque shakes his head "Why would I waste that on a meal?" he asks thrusting in and out roughly, his barbs catching inside that pucker, eliciting moans and purrs from the predatory bird "Yeah....nice and tight just how I like it"

13:31 GyroFeather feels a little bit of relief as the bird's pre helps to take just a little bit of the friction away, but its still rather painful and unwelcome as he's reamed into. The gryphon tries to squirm away from the other bird, whimpering and squawking at each painful thrust as he continues to take the bird's thick shaft. "Well...you're going to lick me anyways..." he says desperatly.

13:39 Mizque laughs some "Oh I will later on, and this will be the last time you have sex I bet, so you should try and enjoy it" he says tauntingly, ramming harder still, his hips slamming into the rump of his pray as he grips those hind legs like stirups to help him piston in and out

13:46 GyroFeather feels tears forming in his eyes as he squirms on the ground. "T-th-then give me some lube...it hurts without it..." he whines. "E-even some chocolate sauce or something...to make it tastier for you..." he says with a bit of defeat in his voice. His tail pushes weakly against Mizque's body as he feels his tight walls clenching across the tiercel's tip.

13:52 Mizque laughs and keeps ramming in and out "To late for that now food" he says, his barbs gripping and pulling roughly at those walls starting to rotate his hips up and down some to get a bit of shaft rotation into that as he keeps ramming in and out

14:05 GyroFeather gasps and winces from the motions as he feels the shaft sliding in and out, and sliding across the walls. There finally seemed to be enough pre inside of him to provide some bit of smoothness to the motions. The gryphon's still aches, but he begins to find a bit of pleaure in it once more as he feels the half inflated knot popping in and out of his rump, putting immense pressure on his prostate and causing his sheath to begin to swell once more.

14:16 Mizque laughs some his knot almost fully swollen by this point before with a screech he rams in hard and starts to flood the smaller catbirds guts with his hot cum, the larger of the two rather pent up causing that belly to slowly swell up

14:24 GyroFeather had just the tip of his own shaft by the time Mizque finally presses into him. The knot swells in his rump and ties up with the smaller bird. He can feel the hot white fluid squirting up into his colon and slowly causing it to swell up. Gyro lets out a needy whine at his own pent up state, unable to continue to sate his own desperate desires. "Reach...around please?" He pegs, giving the other gryphon a pathetic look.

14:27 Mizque laughs and simply drops his grip on his food walking toward another part of his home, the smaller bird tied to him being dragged behind him across the whicker by that rump "Eh...nah, got other needs to tend, and then, if you behave and earn it, maybe I'll keep you in my crop long enough to let you fuck the sphincter between it and my stomach -for a last hurah" he says with a cruel grin over his shoulder

14:29 GyroFeather feels the hard wicker flooring scratching and catching on his fur and feathers, occasionally pulling one out and leaving it behind in the weave as he's dragged along. He gives a little squawk and squrims at the rough treatment as it leaves small red marks on his flesh. "Ughhh....Please....just let me go then...I told you I have food in my bag..."

14:34 Mizque laughs. "To late for that food, your fate was sealed the moment you said you had nothing to give" he says coldly reaching his destination, a door with a toilet stenciled onto it "Now to properly marinade you, and show you just what you'll be like after your tour of my home, and innards"

14:42 GyroFeather lets out a sigh as he stops for the moment and looks abck at Mizque and his explanation. "I...I said that the food I had was reserved for a camping trip! Its plenty of food...No...please..." he begs, shutting his eyes. "I dont want a tour of your innards. I was just looking for a place to rest."

14:47 Mizque snickers. "Well, that's what your getting, but it'll be your final rest" he responds as he stepps through the door way, the inside tiled in smooth, cool ceramic tiles as he turns around, the thing mostly just a shower hatch, not even an actual toilet inside the restroom as he turns and shuts the door with himself and his prey inside "Hope your ready for a mudbath marinade~" the large of the two taunts as he lets out a wet fart, not far above his meal <

15:28 GyroFeather feels the cold floor rising up to chill his scratched body, and gives a littel whimper as he's pulled into the shower. He looks around inside and gulps as he hears the tiercel's taunting. The gryphon squeals at the words and shakes his head. He gags and coughs as the foul stench fills the room and squeezes his eyes shut. "N-no! Just let me go....I'm not ready for a final rest..."

15:28 < GyroFeather> ( Mizque )

15:28 < Mizque> (hm?)

15:30 < GyroFeather> (Just pinging you since I didnt in the post and letting you know I'm back ^^)

15:31 Mizque laughs some as he grunts, squating his rump over the other gryphon, letting out another fart, this one a good bit wetter than the last, actually dampening some fur on his meal before his pucker stretches out some and the crown of a soft, greenish brown log starts to poke out, dangling over the smaller of the pair

15:36 GyroFeather squeals as he feels the fur of his tail and his backside peppered in a smelly mist and tries to wiggle forward, to pull himself off the knot. He clenches his beak as he sees teh log poking free of the gryphons tight rump and shuts his eyes. He continues to squirm hard, trying to break free of the fleshy leash.

15:40 Mizque laughs some feeling the wriggling "Keep that up and I may just fuck you again, and not in your ass" he responds, letting out a happy purr as that first log starts propperly sliding out before breaking off and splattering down on the other male, smearing over his belly and down his side as it rolls off

15:46 GyroFeather squawks as he feels the initial impact of the warm sludge before it slides down hsi body in a dark brown smear on the bright blue fur. The gryphon shuts his eyes even harder, even as the foul scent fills the air. Thats going to be him soon if he cant escape...he has to escape..." The gryphon gives another loud whimper of fear.

15:49 Mizque mmms as he suddnly lifts a hindleg, pushing it against the other's lower belly and forces him off his knot and holds him as he lets his last meal out more forcefully, the thick, foul sludge squirting out of that pucker splattering over his meal, the gryphon moaning as he voids his bowels, and sniffs the air some, starting to drool slightly

15:56 GyroFeather gasps as he feels the shaft tugged from his pucker, making an audible poping noise. Hot cum dribbles out of his gaping hole onto his tail a she then feels the tiercel sitting on his belly. The dark sludge breaks upon his fur as its forced out against it, smearing between the two surfaces. He could feel it gunking up his fur and pressing down against his skin. The smaller bird gags and turns to the side, as the scent overwhelms him.

15:58 Mizque grins and looks over his shoulder tut tutting at the gagging gryphon "Do you not want a chance at a last hurah?" he asks as the stream of slopy, semiliquid shit that was his last prey stops for a moment as hot, putrid gas blasts out of his pucker over that belly, warming it as he rubs his rump up and down, smearing and grinding in that mess

16:09 GyroFeather can feel the awful slimy mess pressing down into his fur, smeared along by the rocking gryphon who seems intent on getting it over every part of his body. Gyro lets out a pained squeal, more of mental pain though, than anything. As some of the more watery liquid comes out it drips across his body and this time isnt absorbed before it reaches his pretty blue wings. "I...I dont want this...This is sick!"

16:10 Mizque responds, "Who asked what you wanted, food, would you rather be simmering in my belly already?"

16:13 GyroFeather squeaks and shakes his head, closing his eyes. "Y-you wouldnt eat me anyways now...I'm all covered in this...filth..."

21:35 Mizque laughs some as he looks at his prey, letting out a bit more of the last to take this trip through him "I told you...I have to coat you in marinade for flavor before I eat you, didn't I?"

21:42 GyroFeather makes a face of disgust at the thought of that adding to his flavor. "I...I cant taste so foul that that makes me better!" He demands rather angril as the pile continues to grow on him. His barrel was essentially covered in the foul mess with only his limbs and head free.

21:44 Mizque grins and slides up his filthy rump smothering the smaller gryphon's face as he keeps slowly letting out more and more of that 'marinade' "Oh shut up food, you complain alot for a snack, perhaps I should string you up, gut you, and turn you into jerky, would you preffer that?"

21:46 GyroFeather clenches his beak shut as the tailhole moves up over his face. He dare not speak now as the foul mess splatters over his pretty feathers, already coated in white. He did think that perhaps might be better than being swallowed alive. At least his death would be quick.

21:50 Mizque laughs some as his meal goes silent as he shit on it's face "There's a good meal, nice and quiet. By the way, you know when stringing things up, it's best to slice open their guts and let them spill out while the blood flows out around them. Sure, makes a bigger mess, but gets a more even draining of the blood and no ruptured organs or that such if done right"

21:52 GyroFeather whimpers as the hot foul mess obscures his pink feathers, soaking into theim and tainting his taste and staining them. The noises of the gryphon letting things out was pure torture, as was the scent as it presses all around him. He wished he could gut such a foul creature.

21:53 Mizque finally stops with a sigh standing up, his business done "Now then, I will give you one, last choice food, head or hinds first"

21:56 GyroFeather keeps his beak shut as he's asked the question, thankful that this bit was at least over. He doesnt dare answer though, for fear for the mess upon his beak makes its way in. Already he coudl feel parts of the mess no longer steaming and growing cold against his skin.

22:00 Mizque laughs "Head first it is then~" he coos squatting down and grabing the smaller one's head in a talon and opening his drooling beak wide, his hot breath not exactly fresh but not nearly as bad as the muck that coats the food item. Slowly that ravenous expanse lowers down until the beak of the smaller one is pushing inside that throat, the large wet tongue of the predatory gryphon lapping over the muck covered face of his 'unfortunate' meal <

22:08 GyroFeather suddenly feels himself grabbed by the larger gryphon and yanked forward till he felt the warm slippery tongue running over his feathers. The hot foul breath somehow made the stench even worse for the little bird as it gets into his nares. As the slippery throat presses and squeezes down over his beak, the gryphon finally opens his beak to let out a cry in terror, squriming pitifully in his bindings beneath Mizque.

22:10 Mizque pays no heed to the terror of his meal, it knew where this was going the entire time, it should be ready for it, and as such he keeps pushing and gulping, slowly but surely taking it's head into his beak, and then throat, his tongue lathering deep all over it even going so far as to push into nostrills for tasting

22:17 GyroFeather sneezes as the tongue presses into his nose, stopping his cries for a moment. His foul brown coating provides plenty of lubrication in addtion to the spit, hastening his journy as the tight tunnel clenches over him like a glove, causing Mizque's throat to distend. He can feel the sharp poing of the beak slowly working down his neck, digging in and threatening to draw blood from his flesh as he struggles.

22:19 Mizque frowns some around his meal squeazing slowly but powerfully with his beak as a warning, not enough to draw blood but easily bruising as he pins the smallers forelimbs against it's own belly, slowly working those shoulder into his beak and throat

22:23 GyroFeather feels the warm tube ever encroaching around him now, a strange sensation given that his lower half had begun to get chilly as the slime cooled and sapped his heat. The tiercel's beak is rather held shut by the powerful throat muscles as they squeeze him down ever closer to the crop.

22:24 Mizque purrs as the squirming dies down some, his insides rumbling, almost comfortingly, around his meal, his heart thumping deeply as he works in more, and more of that meal

22:28 GyroFeather soon enough feels his head pressing into the softer chamber ahead, allowing himself to get a word out as his beak is released. "S-stop...I'll do anything. I dont want to die...I dont want to be bird shit..." He calls out pitifully, tears forming in his eyes as the beak continues to stretch around him. The pressure grows on his head and soon he'll be forced to curl or go deeper still.

22:32 Mizque just keeps purring as he works over the smallers barrels, his tallons gropping and massaging his meals ass, and even fingering that pucker

22:36 GyroFeather lets out a pained squawk as he feels the talons pressing into his already sore tailhole. His beak presses into the flesh and begins to curl up in the slippery sack, forced gainst his body as the coating slowly liquifies...not unlike he was going to be doing soon. He could feel the hot breath on his sheath now as he kicks out.

22:37 Mizque chuckles holds those legs for a moment to lather and properly taste the musk of his meal, his tongue lapping over that sheath and balls before pushing into it, lapping at the shaft inside that fuzzy tube

22:41 GyroFeather shudders as he feels the tongue pressing against his sheath and running over his balls. THat combined with the insessent fingering at his sore tailhole seemed to bring something out in him. The natures of his struggles change as he grinds himself against that tongue, feeling the blood begining to flush to that area despite his fear.

22:41 < GyroFeather> (Also shower...gimme like 20 or so)

22:44 Mizque purrs and keeps teasing his meal waiting untily he's fully errect before swallowing hard and putting that cock in his throat, only a pair of legs and a tail jutting out of his beak

23:06 GyroFeather gives a soft whine as the throat pulls the throbbing shaft out of reach. he can hear the purrs adding to the heartbeat and breathing of the creature in a concophany of sounds, with a steady background of stones grinding and stomachs gurgling ahead. The gryphon kiskcs weakly with his leather bound legs, desperatly looking for escape.

23:09 Mizque slows down his gulps, dragging out the injestion of the smaller bird as long as possible, his gizzard actually lacking stones and having a rougher texture and much, much stronger muscles than normal

23:18 GyroFeather slowly slides into the chamber. His legs are gripped by the muscles now, limiting even the little bit of movement he'd had in the mindings. He cries desperately and wiggles his hips agianst the hot rolling muscles as his tail lashes about, the lsat vestiges of unrestrained movement he has.

23:21 < GyroFeather> (actually seems the DM is ready for me to roll up my ship for a game. I gotta duck out for te night Mizque.)

23:22 Mizque mmmms happily before pushing those paws into his beak and gulping hard, pushing the last vestiges of his meal down to his crop. Swallowing a few more times to fully clear his throat he purrs and flomps back some, poking the bulge created by his meal "I suggest you take this opportunity to try and cum one last time before I send you into my stomach proper" he taunts.

19:28 GyroFeather squawks in pain as his body is contorted inot a tight uncomfortable ball in the warm slippery sack. The mixture of shit and expired meat hangs heavily in the air, making the bird cough as he's forced to inhale the mixture. He flails as much as he can in the tight shamber, making small moving divits on his chest, all the while causing his stiff sheath to grind up against his belly. "L-let me go! Please!"

19:36 < Mizque> /me shudders some and groans as he feels his crop moving around "What was that, let you go, go into my stomach you mean?" he taunts his meal giving it a little longer to pleasure it's self, a deep, contented purr echoing from him, as he heads back out to his hammoch, struggling to crawl in it, and laying on his back after he's in it once more, his food's entire world shifting and sloshing

19:36 < Mizque> about "I really think you should hurry up and slap one out in there, I'll give you a few more minutes, then it's strait to my gizzard so I can hear you break~"

19:51 < GyroFeather> (sorry was making dinner am back)

19:52 < Mizque> (it's okay, just got a plate of roasted meat and mashed tater)

19:53 GyroFeather squawks as he hears the threats and then squirms a little harder. A low moan escapes his beak, followed by a gasping breath as he continues to feel the rpessure building in his neathers. "N-no! Spit me up! I'm not food..." he begs as he feels the walls pressing in around him. His knot begins to inflate against his chest as he continues to have it ground against his soft feathers.

19:58 Mizque chuckles some "You are food, my food to be exact, now if you want I can put you in my gizzard BEFORE you get your last climax, do you like the sound of that?" he asks his food, proding his chest, and in return Gyro

20:01 GyroFeather feels a cold chill run down his body at the threat and shudders again. "N-no...dont...I dont want to die..." he says with a pathetic whimper. Warm pre began to leak out from his tip as he massaged against himself. Finally the grypyhon's knot does flare up and with a loud cry, the bird begins to unleash his warm seed into the chamber, splattering himself with the white sticky fluids.

20:09 Mizque laughs as he hears that cry "Oh did my food cum, that means you are enjoying what's happening, and don't worry, your not really going to die, in a way, you'll live on as something bigger, stronger, and better then yourself, and ontop of that, what's left of your bones, feathers, hair and beak will make an excelent addition to my collection of trophies"

20:18 GyroFeather feels the mixed sensations fo the afterglow competing with the panic caused by the larger bird's words. "I...I'm not food...I'm not enjoying this..." he protests weakly as he squirms in the chamber. He could hear the gurgling nature of the stomach up ahead, causing him to shiver. "I...I'll do anything..."

20:23 < Mizque> "Then let me hear your screams~" he taunts as he forces his meal quickly into his stomach, and after a short few moments pushes the meal into his gizzard, a soft faint tingle still preasante from the small amount of acid that seeps in with him, the walls inside are rough and uneven

20:30 GyroFeather lets out a squeal as he feels the sack open up beneath him, quickly plunging him down into the foul smelling chamber beyond. The acids only get a moment to sting and soaki into his form before he moves along to the next chamber. The gryphon gags and coughs at the unpleasant scent that'd accompanied him into the rough chamber. He pushes out widly against the unyeilding walls of the gizzard, crying out out of fear.

20:33 Mizque laughs happily "Oh that's it food, scream like that~" he taunts as those walls start to respond, suddingly clenching down hard and grinding at it's solitary occupant, a loud snapping sound echoing out shortly after as something breaks, thankfully the spine and skull should be fairly safe from the treatment as they aren't long and rigid enough to snap from the grinding and crushing happening in that gizzard

20:38 GyroFeather flails around in the chamber as he hears the bird's cry and then lets out a shout of pain as he feels a wing snap from the clenching muscles, and as they release, it hangs limply at his side. He cries out in pain, pushing against the walls of the chamber, "PLease please make it stop...dont do this..." He calls out, only to feel his leg snap next, bringing another searing bout of pain.

20:40 Mizque purrs happily and laughs "Yes, scream for me, beg for me, plead for your misserably life, knowing your nothing but my food~" he taunts his meal, those walls clenching and grinding more, and more, loud snapps and pops echoing out before a sudden rapid serries of snaps echos off in rapid succession, the sound or ribs breaking, the brutal sounds echoing out in his maple forest of a home

20:47 GyroFeather howls in pain as bowan after bone snaps in the powerful wet chamber. Bits of bone broke through the flesh in some places, leaving him exposed to the acids that had leaked into the chamber, and putting the bird in even more pain as it ate at his flesh. His cries turn to gasps as the ribs give way, putting imense pressure on his lungs and making it difficult for the poor bird to breath.

20:49 Mizque mmmms happily as the snapping finally starts to die off "Oh, are you don't screaming already, I thought you had more will to live than that" he taunts laughing some

20:51 GyroFeather gives a pained whimper from within his crop, hardly abel to struggle now as enough of his bones had snapped that he couldnt move them. "F-fuck...you..." the pretty bird mutters out, squinting his eyes shut through the pain. Every bit of his body felt like it was on fire now.

21:00 Mizque laughs some "Oh, cheeky now?" he asks his head pressed to that belly just to hear that before he lays back "Mmmmm now for your final bath eh~" he taunts as that chamber forcibly ejects that food into his stomach, the fleshy sac half full of acids at this point, eager to claim that meal that's be ground up so thoroughly

21:05 GyroFeather lets out another howl of pain as he's pressed back into that hot steamy chamber, instantly feeling a renewed burning at all the spots where the bone had broken through. The juice gets up into his nairs and burns his nasal cavities and leaks into his beak, spreading the soul bile across his tongue. "Please! Spit me out! Please..." he begs, feeling his feathers, already loosened from teh squeezing in the crop, starting to come loose from his flesh.

21:08 Mizque laughs "That's it, beg for me prey, be for me~" he taunts before yawning and laying back, gently stroking over his belly some "The only bad thing about this....I've got no one to rub belly and worship it while I turn you to nothing but a pellet and a pile of my shit~"

21:15 GyroFeather feels the center of gravity shift around him, briefly plunging him udnerneath the surface, and rendering the bird inside rather silent. Just as he's about to exhuast his nreath he, combined with the churning of the stomach, manages to get himself back up to the surface. Already teh acids were rendering the poor treat bald and begining to expose his muscles as his entire body burned. "I...dont want to die..." he says again, sniffling pitifully.

21:21 Mizque laughs "Like I said, don't think of it as dieing, think of it as adding to my padding, and fertilizer for my orchard" he says sleepily before he starts to snore, his stomach churning and grinding mercilessly at the occupant, working hard to reduce him to nothing but a slurry that he can absorb

21:25 GyroFeather , a broken mound of gryphon begins to feel his stomach weakening too, as his exgtremities are rendered into nothing more than bone. "I'm more than burd shit..." he protests weakly, though it didnt seem like he'd be there much longer, especially as the gryphon begins to snore. A squeeze preses hi sbelly against a broken talon, causing it to spill owpen into the chamber, hastening his departure from teh world.

21:36 Mizque snores loudly as his belly kneeds and churns over that meat inside it, his body not caring what or who it was before as it keeps churning over that flesh inside it.

21:38 GyroFeather gives one final howling scream of pain as the acids continue to rise inside, until finally they crest over him. The little bird squirms as best he can a couple times beore he finally goes still, rendered nothing more than meat for the savage bird.

22:01 Mizque sleeps soundly as his belly would be busily working at the remaining meat inside, quickly stripping those broken and shattered bones, quickly stripping those broken and shattered bones, even dissolving a fair bit of them away, the intact skull and strong beak however remain resilient to the acids, before slowly that thick slurry is slurped out and deeper into his guts, the fur, feathers, and remaining bones being left behind in his stomach, slowly being worked over and compacted before being pushed back up into his crop, ready for expulsion later. The nutrient soup of former gryphon however would sloooowly slurp through his small intestine, the villi inside absorbing all the nutrients they can from it before letting the rest slowly start to fill into his colon. The larger tube of flesh would work hard to soak all the moisture out of those remains slowly causing them to firm up and slow down their travel as they work through the shorter but wider large intestine. After hours of absorbing nutrients and fluids from what that gryphon was reduced to, the predatory bird would wake up, groaning at the pressure in his rectum, blader, and crop. Quickly rolling out of his hammock he heads inside, a small drying plate already set up as he carefully hurks, and slowly brings that pellet back up, the thing fairly bile-less from the time spent in the crop as he wipes his beak "Ah, that's a good one, you make a fine dinner trophy" he taunts the long dead meal before he grabs a small shovel and a pack of maple seeds, quickly taking to wing and heading to a section of younger trees, quickly digging a small hole and dumping the seeds inside it before turning around and squatting his rump down over the hole "Mmmmm I hope you come out as smooth as you were going down~" he taunts again before relaxing that pucker, letting out a few short farts before the tip of that first brown log sloooowly starts to slide out, snaking out of his now gaping pucker. the long, smooth yet soft and solid mass slowly dangling down until it breaks and lands in the hole with a thud, folding over it's self some as he sighs, letting out another airy fart that's followed by another large looking log, this one however quickly falls out and is chased by a runny, fairly liquid mess of shit, his body not able to soak all the fluid out without risking damage to his bladder. Sniffing the air, the predator would pinch his nose, waving a talon in front of it "Phew, man did my guts do a hell of a number on you, damn, the marinade I used on you didn't stink nearly this bad" he taunts again as he lets all of the remains of that other catbird pour out. After a good few minutes he's finally done letting out the solid waste and lifts his hinds up before turning and aiming his sheath toward the hole and unloading a golden stream of final humiliation into that almost full hole, hissing happily "Yeah, lets just moisturize you some, hey, on the plus side....you'll make a beautiful tree in a few years, yeah?" he says giving a final taunt as the stream slowly dies off. Using the shovel, he slides the dirt back atop the hole, patting it gently to keep anything from splortching back up, before he laughs and flies back toward his home. While he may have come across this maple forest some time ago, it has certainly thrived under his care, new trees constantly being added, as hapless folks stumble into his territory without proper tribute.