Dining on the Delivery Bird

30 July 2016

16:42 < Tryst> Hey there, caught the ad and have been lucking for a scene with an avian. I was thinking of a world where avians are regarded as second class citizens...well, less than that. Similar to roman times where slaves had zero rights, they go about their day, doing what work they can hoping someone doesn't decide to take a fancy to them. Being avians though, they would be regarded not only as slaves and toys, but food.

16:45 < GyroFeather> Hmm I could be down for that!

16:47 < Tryst> Anything you would lie to sort out or clairfy?

16:48 < GyroFeather> I think that's certainly enough for me to go on and get the gyst. I suppose I should ask what's the sort of world we're looking at tech/magic wise, but other than that seems good to go.

16:52 < Tryst> Modern day world. Just to set up where to start, avians in the scene don't have many choices. They can either try to live 'free', but with no money they are regarded as pests and live in slum like conditions, either having to prositute themselves or rely on what little charity they can. Exterminators may pick them up where they are sold off at auctions as cheap meals. They can try to work, but most jobs are barred, something low down, lucky to be a secreatary, and ofcurse the chance an employer may decide to have them on their lunch break. Ofcourse many are taken by pimps and sold as disposable hookers or in other jobs where life expectance is short such as fast food delivery. Some may try to become personal servants to someone, ofcourse the person who hires you may well be a sadist and prospects may be just as bad. Where would you like to be starting off at?

16:55 < GyroFeather> Heh food or grocery delivery sounds fun. Especially if the bird gets an unusual order. One that seems more fit as dressings than a meal :P

16:56 < Tryst> Alright then. And what kind of avian where you thinking of playing? If you are open to suggestions I might suggest a blue jay.

16:56 < GyroFeather> I mean...I'm a gryphon already :P

16:57 < Tryst> Ah right (sorry my mistake, when you said avian I thought full bird) I can still work with a gryphon.

17:02 < GyroFeather> So uhhh starting posts...me or you?

17:04 < Tryst> I will give one, just one sec.

17:14 GyroFeather lived amongst this world. The world was a harsh one for avians. The worthless bird brains being given nothing in the way of rights. Most of them told from a young age they were lucky to be alive. Options for life were small, those who had no useful skills or who couldn't find a sponsor had to find work doing what they could, before they were captured and used as sex slaves or disposable toys. One such job, that the very desperate took, was fast food delivery. A simple scheme, where in food was delivered by avians, and once delivered, the customer could leave feedback. if it was good, they could live another day, if it was poor, when they got back they would wind up being taken to the kitchen and turned into food. Ofcourse, some cusotmers paid a premium, and instead got to keep the delivery worker, got to eat them. The workers never knowing whether someone had done so, only able to go and try to amke sure they didn't get a bad review. One particular feline had just put in an order for some food, waiting in his high rise apartment, rather modern looking. Opulent leather furnishings around a glass coffe table that he sat on, overlooking the windowed wall looing own at the city, tall and athletic. His yellow fur a dark glossy sheen, his ears pricked up, his limbs slender and ropey, looking like they would ft well on a runners physique.

17:26 GyroFeather had only gotten this job this past month. Previously the gryphon had managed to get himself a position as a butler at one of the kinder house, but when his master finally past, the brightly colored bird didnt stick around for one of the authorities to question him and sentence him to death by some horrible means, worse that what befalls even those caught up in the other industries. Now here he was, working in one of the kitchens that many of his kind go to die, but maybe he'd end up lucky enough to make it through. He's covered in grease and food odors with a stained coat and feathers from working there.

17:30 GyroFeather was working. Meanwhile, at the restaurant, the owner was yelling loudly, "Hey, someone get this order taken, you have 10 minutes, go, go go!" he said yelling, expecting someone to take the order. The gryphon heres his name called for the ticket and takes off lickety split towards the apartment that he was supposed to deliver this to. As he takes flight out the upstairs window, the small gryphon beats his wings hard, feeling the wind shift beneath them. In the hot summer air, little beads of sweat form on his coat, adding salt to the myriad of other flavors. He reviews the order that he was set to bring. Fries, catchup, bbq sauce, a packet of seasonings, and an apple. The gryphon gulps, but hopes that maybe the orderer is eccentric.

17:32 GyroFeather finally arrives at the highrise and settles down on the balcony. Trotting up to the glass window, the dirty ragged looking bird raps on it a couple times with his claws, sending a loud ting throughout the apartment and signaling his arrival.

17:33 Tryst looks towards the glass window and smirks, a toothy little grin as he would rise up. Arching his back and letting his hands go up as he stretched andlet out a yawn, tongue lolling out. The leopard not wearing a shirt, showing off the white fur upon his chest and stomach, and a pair of tight dark blue jeans. he would walk towards the window, a slght saunter in his hips, tail wagging as he would pen the door, crossing his arms beneath his chest. Looking up the rather dirty looking bird, "I see they haven't sent me their best?" he says, his hand going forward and stroking against the gryphons cheek, as he eyes him in a critical manner, "Couldn't even clean up before coming eh?" he said his tone becoming a bit teasing, as he would pull out his phone, the gryphon able to see the app where ratings were left, "Well suppose I could always give you a shit rating,and then have another gryphon come and bring you back, deep fried." he said as he would give a giggle, "Or maybe you want to come inside and convince me otherwise?" he said raising an eyebrow.

17:42 GyroFeather catches a glimps of the larger leopard as he steps out from behind a chair, stretching. Gyro instantly puts on his best smile and perks his pair of crests up to put on his best show. As the door slides open the peacock is quick to hand up his bag and his order, doing his best to sound cheerful. "Here's everything you requested sir~" He chirps out. The gryphon clenches shut his open beak and then claws at the ground as he hears the words. His tail twitches back and forth with his three peacock feathers dazzling in the open sun. "They had me working in the kitchens sir. All the other delivery birds were out so it was just me. I was plenty speedy, 10 minutes or less." He says, though he wilts underneath the gaze, and then even more as his eyes catch sight of the app with the thumb hovering above the one star rating. He's new enough that he probably has a bit of a buffer, but it still did no good to make a customer upset and get a bad reputation. He eagerly steps into the house, feeling the cool conditioned air blowing over his sweaty coat. "I am here to serve sir. Surely I can make up fo rwhatever you think is the problem. Do you need some...personal attention?"

17:48 Tryst , As he steps in, would slide the door closed, and lock it, turning to the gryphon as he offered to make up for what the problem was. The leopard giving a chucle, "Personal attention? Well I suppose that is one option. Though...do I really want to stick my dick in my dinner?" he said in a taunting tone. Walking up behind the bird, and letting his hands res ton either side of his hips, and rubbing them up his stomach and chest. "It really is a pity you buseless birds only have a very few uses...one as a cock sleeve, and the other..." he would let his tongue come out, and would lap at the side of is cheek, smearing the skin up roughly as he would let his warm breath wash over him, smelling of half digested food. "Though maybe we will have to get rid of those feather first..." he said, one of the fingers on his chest, gripping a feather and casually plucking it from him, "Still, at least I can give you a good review heh? How about the stupid bird felt alright as I squeezed him out my ass?"

18:00 GyroFeather grits his beak as he hears the door close shut behind him and lock and turns to watch the cat who was moving behind him. The gryphon gasps and tucks his tail at the mention of him being dinner and tenses as he feels the hands moving up his furred body against the flow. Gyro begins to whimper and gives Tryst a rather pleading look with wide fearful eyes. "N-no please....you said it yourself I'm rather dirty. You dont want to eat me," he says, shivering as the paws reach his feathered chest. Gyro squints his eyes shut as he feels the hot tongue running up his pink feathers, leaving a bit of drool as the hot foul breath makes the gryphon gag. If anything working in the kitchen enhanced the little bird's flavor as he picked up things from a myriad of tasty sources. The gryphon lets out a little scree as one of his pink feathers is removed. He flexes his talons against the carpet, but the tips both there and on his beak had been filed off as part of dress code. "N-no....please...you cant." he says, squirming in the grip. "I have a chick back at home..."

18:06 Tryst grins. "Aww, and how did such a tastey little faggot like you father a chick? Or maybe by chick you mean girlfriend? Can never tell with you lot." he said as he would let one of his paws grip around his throat, tightly, as he woud walk him towards the kitchen, a large room with a central island for the preparation of food on it. His hands also routing around to see if he could find the gryphons phone before he would bring him into the kitchen, and push him in front of himself. "Now then, why don't you strip out of those clothes...slowly. Or I could see about removing them myself?" he said as he would hold up one of his paws, and letting his claws seep out of it, gently raking against his back, gently scratches, not enough to tear into him. "You can tell me why having a chick at home means I shouldn't sned you down here?" he said poking down his maw, and stroking a finger down his throat to his gut, "And then digest you inside here?"

18:16 GyroFeather grimaces as he hears the teasing, letting his head come to look towards the ground. The paw around his throat has him at high alert, especially with the sharp pinpoint pressing against it, applying much pressure to his adams apple. Gyro winces as he's shoved through the door towards the empty island except for a large sheet of wax paper to keep it clean. The bird had not a phone on him as he couldnt afford to keep a means of contact under his dire wages. The gryphon clenches his beak and and looks over his shoulder to nod at Tryst. "I'll...strip just dont hurt me please..." he begs. He then pulls off the small wrinkled button down shirt that covered his chest and then sits back on his haunches to remove his pants, exposing his sleek blue fur underneath. He shivers as he feels the sharp claws raking down his spine. "B-because...you'll be killing both me and the bird I care for...you want to keep a steady supply of avians right? Then you shouldnt eat those with childeren or you'll be only hurting yourself...My broodmate was...already taken from me..." he says, recalling how she'd been butchered in front of his own eyes for accidentally bumping into one of the mammalian citizens.

18:25 Tryst snorts. "So I shouldn't kill you today...so I can maybe fuck and kill your kid later?" he says towards the gryphon, "That is a pretty shit reason not to eat you, you know?" he said as the gryphon got naked, and he would grip him by the ankle, tugging him upwards, so that he would be upside down, lifting him towards the island in the middle and placing him on the table and wax paper. On the side there was a drawer, with a number of leather belts, he would get them out one by one, the first one strapping his ankles together, the second his knees, the third, his wrists behind his back. He would position him so that his nees were pressing into his stomach, as if he were a christmas turkey. "Oh by the way,don't worry, I ain't going to coo you. I quite like to eat birdies whole, feel them wriggle around in my gut." as he got his own phone, and called up the restaurant, "Hello there...yeah the bird you sent me...yeah...where does he live? Yeah sure...thanks a lot." he said as he turned around to see him, "And don't suppose you have to worry about your kid going hungry, looks like I can go visit him after I am done with you." he said as he would give a slap to his ass.

18:32 GyroFeather squawks as he feels the grip around his ankles hoisting up into the air and then takes a swipe at the leopard with his claws. He might get a shit review, but hopefully that wouldnt result in his death...yet anyways. They're harmless however, and leave him without a mark as he's instead pressed down to the cold table. The little bird flails with both his wings and his legs, but each progressive leather strap limits his movements until he cant fight it anymore. With his forelegs behind his back, that held his wings to his sides with his legs in an uncomfortable position.He felt rather exposed and tucks his tail down between his legs so that his tailhole is hidden from the cat. His heart sinks at the thought of being eaten whole and alive, bringing a pitiful screech from his mouth. Then as the restaurant is called he begs, "N-no! You cant! Dont eat my chick. He's rather important to me. maybe he can grow up without a father!" The bird begs. The slap brings a pained squawk to him and leaves a large red mark underneath the fur as he squirms to escape.

18:41 Tryst giggles. "Oh cutey, I can' do what ever I want." he said, as he would casually begin to pluck him. Grabbing a pair of pliers, he would start at his head, plucking out feathers one by one. "I could raise him as my own, have my own little live in sex slave, and then eat him on his 12th birthday. If I don't get bored before hand, or I could just turn him into a sloppy pile of shit tomorrow." he said as he would pluck more feathers from him, gripping his tail, and lifting it up so that he couldpluck the tails from the tip of that. And then, after that, grabbing a straight razor, to shave off his fur.And then, finally, he would being to pull the feathers from his wings, robbing him of thr ability to fly. "I hear it is quite painful, judging from the way they begn and kick...oh they tickle so much inside. By the way...how do you reckon you will come out, a great big turd of a sloppy pile of shit?" he asked him casually as he would finish off shaving and defeathering him.

18:51 GyroFeather lets out a screech of pain as he feels the feathers pulled from his his head, starting withe the unique feathers that made up his pair of crests, leaving the exposed skin bleeding where the quills had previously attached to him. The bird writhes as much as he can in his bindings, though the advance of the pliers cant be stopped as soon his head is left as a bare fleshy bleeding mess, looking rather ugly without his feathers. His ear holes were exposed and the only color on him was his yellow beak and the yellow bits of keratin around his greed watering eyes as tears form at teh edges of them. The pain keeps coming as his chest is rendered rather bare as well. He's given a moment of respite as the cat moves back to his tail. "N-no please! DOnt hurt him...just let him live with another avian family." He lets out another yowl as the three long pretty tail feathers are pulled off. The peacock like plumage would rather make a good souvenir if the cat even cared about them. the razor across his body actually isnt too bad as it strips him of his fur, only suffering a couple of nicks from his struggles. "Please...I'll do anythng you want. I'll be your slave. Just dont hurt me or him..." the tiercel begs, before his wings are assaulted, looking much less impressive without their blue feathers. The bird is left in whimpering tears by the time Tryst is done, and cant even bring himself to answer the question. How could it just end like this?

18:59 Tryst would give him a pantronising slap o the face, and get a wash basin at the sink, filling it with water, and coming back, using a cloth he would wipe the gryphone down, wiping away the blood. A bit of anti septic inside and something to stop the bleeding, it would sting as the water was stroked over it, his face, chest and wings. After he was clean, he would go into the next room, coming back with the food he had brought. Emptying the seasonings on top of him and massaging them into his back and ass. "Oh honey, you are as good as dead. And its not as if I need you to do anything for me. If I wanted to..." he said as he unbuckled his trousers, and puled out his black sheathless coc, glistneing and standing erect, "I could fuck your pretty ass ad still eat your kid." he said as he would give a couple of demeaning slaps to the birds face with his cock. Taking a holdof an apple in his hand, and then leaning over the gryphon, his cock resting on his face as he would hold up his tail, and begin to rub the apple between his ass cheeks. Pressing it against it tightly, forcing the tight little hole to stretch further than it should, risking tearing as he would grind and force that apple up inside of him. The only thing he was able to see was the glands of his cock a mere inch in front of his eye.

19:09 GyroFeather winces as he's backhanded rather hard by the talon, turning his face away and sputtering. The gryphon watches the cat work and hears the bason being filled with water. As the rag wipes over him, leaving the liquid across the surface, the nearly burning water combined with the antiseptic stings at the myriad of sores that dotted his body, soaking up his blood. The leopard temporarily disappears out of his view as he moves to grab the seasonings. The bird had lost much of the flavors he'd brought with him with his flesh now laid bare as it is, but the moisture fromt he water allows it to stick to his fur. The cuts burn and itch as salt and other gritty bits get into his open sores bringing a pitiful whimper to his beak. "B-but wouldnt you like your own butler? I'm very good ta it...I'll work for free even...just some food." He offers. Instead he's treated with an apple to the but. His tailhole streches and he squints his eyes shut as he feels the apple slowly sliding inside. The presure is painfully uncomfortable, but slowly it ends up spreading open to accept the large treat. The bird darts his head forward and reaches as far out as he can, only to graze the shaft of the cock menacingly, but leaving no real damage.

19:21 Tryst looks at the pathetic looking gryphon, and would pull him from the table, by the wind, dragging him along the floor, out the kitchen and into his dining room. One the dining room, there was a cork board, with a lot of pictures of gryphons, looking just like him, plucked. Each photo had before underneath it...and a picture next to it, after. A picutre of a toilet bowl filled with shit, the leopard taking a picture of the Gryphon as he smirked. "A butler, without feathers? No, there is only one thing to be done with a plucked bird." he said as he would grip the gryphon by his ankles, and undo the belt on him, bringing the talons of his feet to his mouth, and letting his lips slide over it. Slurping up the feed into his maw, letting them travel over the slick slipper tongue as they would go into the back of his throat that would wrap around them. The gryphon left upside down as he was being suckled upwards into the maw, the throat muscles clamping around his legs, the rippled flesh tugging in a persitaltiv manner, tugging him in bit by bit.

19:31 GyroFeather squeaks as he feel his tail pulled roughly by the cat, creating an uncomfortable pressure at the base of his tail, followed by a painful thud as his body slides off the island. He winces as he feels the tile dragging at his bare body before he's hosed up onto the table. Right in front of him stared back at him a cork board. It seemed the cat had an affinity for the cat bird hybrids, as none of his fully avian brethren seemed to be poasted upon taht wall. The gryphon winces as he sees picture after picture of gryphon's ruined by a trip through this monster's bowels. "N-no! You cant do this...My feathers will regrow. I'll be the prettiest bird you'll find in a while. Who else can say they own a peacock gryphon?" He begs as he feels his catlike paws pulled backwards into the cat's mouth. Even as the belt comes free, the tight grip of the mouth and paws pushing against his body prevents him from opening them wide. The hot slippery flesh slowly spreads around his body as he feels the swallow on his paws, drawing the first of him into that hot throat and bringing a pathetic whimper to his beak as he stares out at his future.

19:35 Tryst would continue to swallow down the gryphons legs, he would be able to feel the phlegmy covering of his oesophagus rubbing against his legs as he was being swallowed up to his hips. The gryphon being made to go upright, as the leopard looked up. It was be as if he were slowly sinking into a pool of quick sand, except the way the throat unduculated and massaged his legs as it pulled him down. Soon the lips stretching over the hips, the tongue lappin up the back of his thigh and ass enjoying the taste. That slick slobbery tongue giving an errant stroke up the ass cheek and licking at the lads sphincter and and the apple inside of his ass hole, and then back down. Another swallow, bringing the hips into his mouth, as his feet would begint o be forced through the tight rubbery sphincter leading to the stomach. Pinning the feet together as he would be now up to his stomach in his mouth.

19:45 < GyroFeather> (Stepped away for a snack, took longer than I intended sorry)

19:51 GyroFeather wiggles and flexes his paw pads against the hot slippery walls of the throat, the most he could do to protest his predicament as the muscles massage the nasty slick slime into his skin. At least the bird no longer had fur or feathers for the gunk to get sucked up into, but that was of little comfort now as he's guided deeper into the hot gullet of the cat. Gyro calls out in fear and continues to beg for his life, but it seems like the words fall on deaf ears as Tryst continues to gulp him down despite his complaints. Instead he's simply treated to a hot organic massage taht would be almost relaxing if it werent for the circumstances. His body twists and turns in the gullet as hefeels himself lifted above the cat, with his nethers being tickled by the tongue, pulling off the warm flavors of the spices that much improved the avian's flavor. Even then the gentle kiss on his tail hole brings a shudder to the bird despite the circumstances. He feels the hole right around his paws open up after a bit of force, pushing him deeper into the hot stomach of the beast.

20:19 GyroFeather feels the walls of the throat pressing tightly around his hips as another gulp draws them inside and out of reach of the tongue. His package grazes ovre the slick flesh as the walls of the throat bulge out rather obscenely with his form. He feels his toes press into a mess of liquids, as little bits of semisolid slip squish in between his toes with an awful texture, before it meets the walls of the stomach where he's forced to begin to curl inside the small chamber. His head gets up within breathing distance of the leopard's breath soon enough, causing the bird to cough as the foul acrid breath of the cat returns to him once more. He can feel the tongue running over his chest and against his neck as his bound wings are drawn inwards, scraping against the tight throat. DOwn around him he could feel the gurgling stomach squeezing and kneading at his shaven form as he nears his ultipmate demise. His leather bound arms arms slide into his mouth as the tongue slathers up over his beak and chin. THe gulping is rather audible now, as is the foul scent of the breath which he's forced to breath as he's drawn inards. The mouth clacks shut around him and then the tongue forces his face backwards into the hot tube, sealing him away in the hot slippery darkness as he's dragged dwon the rippling tube. The smell only gets worse the deeper he goes until he's forced into the foul sack that made up the cat's stomach. The bitter scent of bile fills his nose and leaves the poor bird gagging and heaving, coughing up what remains of his fish into the chamber ashe feels sick. The liquids burn at his open sores as he begins to thrash inside and each breath irritates his nares. The slop of food smushes against his skin as he squirms around in there, causing bulges to appear ont eh surface of the cat's belly. "L-let me out...please..."

20:29 Tryst reclines, wide legged as he casually continues to massage his cock, listneing to the little thing begging inside of him. "Oh don't worrry...I will let you out. Eventually..." he says smirking, "Sorry...couldn't help myself. That was kind of a joke, because...well, when I let you out, it will be after you have...you know, being turned to shit." as he lets himself yawn, The acids continuing to work on his body, making his skin redden, seeping into his sores, and getting underneath his skin. Digesting him from the inside as well as the outside, what would start as an itching would turn into a burning. Light at first but getting worse and worse, as his body would be slowly digested,the juices working to try and rob his body of its consistency, reducing his body to the consistency of mash potatoe soaked in gravy. Every so often, he would poke his belly, "Mmm, still a little firm. but getting softer, haven't got long left!" he would say teasingly, "Just paid for you by the way, only cost £25 to eat you! oh, and your review, "Cried like a bitch when he went down, luckily I quite enjoy that." continuing to taunt him as he slowly turned to sludge. His body becoming indistgushable from the digested food around him. The smells burning his nostrils, like half smelted and rednered ham. His own body adding to the noxious smell of acids, bleach and old meat.

20:38 GyroFeather lets out a whimper of fear when he hears the leopard's words because he already knows what he means before its explained to him. He cant help but imagine himself as a steaming pile of brown shit slowly being forced from the cat's ass. Gyro lets out a loud sob of fear as he realizes its way too late. His time had run out. His crying becomes howls fo pain as the acids seep deeper into his body as his skin is pulled off and his flesh burned, turning the liquid even more red as his blood seeps into it, mixing with his fleshy skin. Still the burning manages to cauterize his wounds, keeping the majority of his blood inside and preventing his quick death. His tail crunches and breaks apart as do his talons and forelegs as even the muscle melts away, leaving just the bone. He fortunatly could no longer smell as the acids managed to burn away at his nares and hi tongue , rendering him only able to give pitiful cries. 25 pounds? Was that all he was worth? The gryphon feels himself slowly extinguished inside the chamber til enough of him is gone that the fluids rise up over his beak. Taking a lungful of acid, it burns his insides for just a couple seconds before the pitiful bird passes out for good.

20:40 < Tryst> (Alas it is about 20 to 2 in the morning where I am and I am going to have to toddle off to sleep now)

20:41 < GyroFeather> (Awww...no closing post? D: Well...be sure to give me one when you wake please ^^)

20:41 < Tryst> (I thin I can manage a closing post)

20:46 Tryst did not seem to care, falling asleep when he stopped feeling the gryphon struggling. The acids churning him down into nothing, and the intestines suckling the remains into them, millions of tiny villi worming their way through the digested slop and absorbing what ever nutrients it could from him. Taking hours and hours as the leopard slept, the slop that used to tbe the gryphon having anything of worth taken from him until he would reach the large intestine, for the final thing to be absorbed, the moisture. Turning the slop into a firm turgid log, with errants bitof bone still stuck inside of it. It would be the next morning that he would wake up, feeling a pressure in his gut smirking, as he would make his way to the toilet, sitting upo it and placing hands upon knees, starting to squeeze out the gryphon, the log peeking out, and a bit being pinched out, landing with a heavy slop into the base of the toilet. More and more of him coming out, the final part, leading the leopard to grimace as he shat out the grypons skull, eyes filled with crap, turning around, and taking a picture of it, to add to the cork board.

20:46 < GyroFeather> (Sleep well!)

20:46 < Tryst> NIghty night