Stats

The RP has a total of 37 lines, 2157 words, and 11355 characters.
The average line consists of 58.3 words that themselves average 4.26 characters taking about 5 minutes, 14 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 19 lines, 1154 words, and 6159 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 60.74 words that themselves average 4.34 characters taking about 6 minutes, 37 seconds.
Moral said a total of 18 lines, 1003 words, and 5196 characters.
Moral's average line consists of 55.72 words that themselves average 4.18 characters taking about 3 minutes, 41 seconds.

22:14 Moral had finished his time in the bar and had spent some time talking with a few other people before taking off and heading for the door. It was after midnight and the guy other buisness to get to before heading home, so he was in a bit of a hurry.

22:20 GyroFeather furrows his feathered brow as the pony he was trying to recruit for the job seems to have disapeared out the door. Gyro slips the bill for his check and then follows the unicorn out, eager to cover up teh request that he made, less it come back to embarrass him. He slips out shortly afterwards and watches where Moral runs off to, and then following.

22:22 Moral looked over his shoulder and started to walk down some narrow walk ways as if trying to make sure nobody saw him, though only after a minute or so the guy got lost in his own thoughts. He was used to walking around with someone bigger than himself who kept eyes on things and was prone to spacing out, just as he was right now as he walked down the dark allies.

22:27 GyroFeather makes sure to keep to the shadows, out of sight, only growing clser still as the unicorn ducks down into a dark ally. he then grins and follows rather quickly. Moments later, the gryphon pounces hard utop the pony, forcing him down to the hard cobblestone below as a menacing growl leaves his beak.

22:29 Moral yelps when he's pounced at and falls over like a crosseyed man on stilts the moment he's pounced on. "Unhand me you filthy thug!" he growls back before lighting up his horn as trying to use his magic to force the griffon off of him. He was pushing back at the griffon, but it was obvious he wasn't anywhere close to strong enough to keep him off.

22:32 GyroFeather holds the stallion down as he squirms and then leans down to take the horn into his beak, biting down until he hears the satisfying crack of a bone splintering underneath the force he coudl generate. The bird has him held rather tight as he stares at Moral, the only indication of who it would be was the yellow claws and pink feathers.

22:36 Moral bucks his head back and forth before going wide eyed when he feels the bite on his horn. "I'll have my men gut you like a fish if you think yu caaaaan OH MY GOD" He yelps out when he feels the horn snap. "Police! I'm being assailed by a lunatic!" He yells out as loudly as he can, the stallion squirming like crazy as he tries to get free. He was panicked now.

22:42 < Moral> [I'm under the impression that horns kinda grow back due to being horns, so yeah]

22:43 GyroFeather gives a little snicker as he hears the cry and gulps down the horn. He then leans down and licks at the pony's snout as he shouts. "Lunatic? No, I think that you'll find I'm very cold and calculating. You should have been more so when you got me to tell ou my request, and then ended up turning me down like you did. I cant have you going off to tell anypony now can I?" The gryphon asks, entwining his tail around the legs of the pony.

22:48 Moral blinks when he sees him gulp down the horn like it was nothing. He tries to buck his leg free. "Look, I keep everything confidential, I can't afford to be a snitch. You had nothing to fear." He says angrily, as he keeps trying to push the griffon off of him. He wasn't going to just give up, but it was clear he was helpless.

22:50 GyroFeather gives a little laugh and then licks again at the stallion, leaving a glistening trail that links them briefly. "Oh, maybe you say that, but I cant really know, and besides, I think that someone might notice the your lack of horn." The bird tightens his grip on the poor stallion and then draws his hooves to his side.

22:54 Moral makes a worried noise when he's licked and backs his muzzle away. "I've been beaten to hell before hun, don't think you're special." He says bluntly, before tensing up when he's hooves and pushed to his side. He gives a weak little wiggle, before just giving in and not resisting. All he was doing by now was tiring himself out.

23:01 GyroFeather leans his head over the stallion and then takes his snout into his beak without another word. The tongue licks over it, smearing hot saliva into the coat, before it slides forward, pressing it agains the back of his throat. The hot, alcoholic beath of the still slightly tipsy bird washes over his snout as he remains there.

23:04 Moral blinks when he feels the beak come onto his muzzle. HE looks the pony dead in the eye. "Can't we talk this out?" He says with a muffled voice as he tries to pull his snout free, the pony starting to just realize how screwed he was. He winced when he smelled the booze on the bird's breath.

23:16 GyroFeather clenches down on the muzzle to prevent him from speaking, and preventing him from pulling back. Gyro presses a little further now, enveloping the muzzle further until it streched over his eyes. A gulp seals the deal, sending the first of hte delicious stallion deep into the creature's foul throat.

23:17 Moral yelps when he's gulped down and gives a weak little wriggle, before starting to whimper over and over. He'd stopped struggling though. He'd weakly try to press his one free hoof against the griffon as he felt his head get yanked down.

23:25 GyroFeather keeps the hooves rather held tight though, ensuring that Moral has no real avenue for leverage. The beak steadily creeps down over the stallion's head, sealing it away in his hot neck before moving further down around him. Th ebulge presses out against Moral's body as he's forced to make a hard curve in the throat.

23:29 Moral groans and whimpers as he's forced to bend uncomfortably as he's reduced to just just a fidgeting bulge in the griffon's neck. He'd was scared out of his mind, but he wasn't going to lower himself to begging. He had enough pride to at least take his demise with some respect... Still, he'd keep fidgeting ever so slightly every now and then, but it was clear he'd mostly just given in... he knew he

23:29 < Moral> was doomed.

23:38 < Moral> [boop

23:39 GyroFeather smirks as he feels the prey go still and then resolves go gulp him down even further. As the chest pushes in, gyro shifts to make it easier on him to devour his meal. His bead presses through the crop, directly into the firey stomach within as gyro slwoly creeps over his belly.

23:42 Moral yelps when he feels the hot rancid air of the stomach hit his face. He squirms a bit and makes some worried noises, and keeps his eyes closed so not to end up in more pain than neccicary. He kept silent though aside from the noises, he didn't want this basterd to have the pleasure of listening to him beg or cry.

23:47 GyroFeather works his beak up between the rump cheeks, letting the tip slide across teh sensitive flesh as he gulps, pushing his meal down into the hot slippery stomach beyond. The foul scent fills the air and burns at Moral's nares, surely the scent of his death. THe bird works dutifully, eager to silence his pathetic meal.

23:52 Moral 'd start to curl up inside and use his hooves to cover his face. He was starting to wriggle just a bit as the acid ate into his fur, making him sore all over. "Hurry up already and finish it!" he yells, the stallion groaning as he tried to not start begging for him to let him out or someting.

00:00 GyroFeather finally runs his tongue over the hind hooves, pressing them down his throat, and hten slurps up the tail in short order. The full burb flops over to his side and rubs his belly with a grin. "Finish it huh? I guess you always knew you were destined to be nothing more than bird food. You should have just taken my deal."

00:05 < Moral> "I don't work with createns who don't pay well." he says before kicking the side of the stomach as hard as he could. "I just wished you'd of choked on me." He says sharply.

00:11 GyroFeather grunts and then clenches his stomach a little tighter around teh pony inside. "Oh, I dont think I've ever choked on my food before. And I think what I was paying was very fair. You just decided to be way too greedy. No matter, I get a lovely meal out of this, and you'll soon be a pile of shit," gyro responds with an eerie cheerfulness in his voice. His talon runs over the struggling stallion's form as acids slowly puddle around him.

00:14 Moral growls a bit beforejust going silent, the pony trying to shift around so as little of him as possible was in the acid. He blinks a few times. This was really going to be it, eh? What a waste... he makes a little noise when he feels the talon run over him though. "Why are you doing that?"

00:21 GyroFeather shrugs as he hears the pony's words and feels him shift inside. The stomach squeezes and churns, making sure that no spot was safe from the liquids, working it into every nook and cranny. He smiles as he hears the question and massages a little more. "I love feeling you move around in there~'

00:24 Moral grunts. "Why's that?" He asks simply, before shiting just a bit when he feels the burning acid attack his hide a bit more on his legs. "G-god... h-how long should this take?"

00:29 GyroFeather gives a shrug at the question, and then again at the next one. "WEll it feels good~ And I hope a rather long time! I want to feel you move inside of me~' The bird lets out a loud purr, rubbing a little harder now as the rather active stomach rolls over the poor pony inside.

00:31 Moral starts to shudder under each touch as he feels the claws gentle rubbing sink against his sore skin."G-god, c-can you just make it fast! T-this is starting to hurt too a bit." He mutters, groaning softly now as the stomach grinds against his body.

00:40 GyroFeather gives a laugh and then shakes his head. "No, I think you'll go when its your time to go~" He purrs out, laughing. The stallion's fur would begin to tingle and burn off now, coming free and letting his skin bare the assault of the acids.

00:46 Moral 'd start to groan and yelp. "W-why damnit! Y-you don't need to be a fucking cruel bastard!" he starts to scream out as he feels the pain seep in hard and fast now as his limited protection literally melts off his skin. He was shaking like a leaf now and begining to wiggle and squirm.

00:48 GyroFeather gives a little laugh as he hears the cries out and then pokes at the raw skin of the pony. "Tell me, are you sad that you didnt take my deal after all? Do you regret it?" The bird asks, now nuzzling the squriming form with his beak.

00:53 Moral curses. "My only regret is that I hesitated to melt your skin off when I had the fucking chance!" He cries out before bucking at the walls a bit, the stallion finally starting to fight and squirm again as the pain becomes too much for him to bear.

00:59 GyroFeather gives a little snicker at that. "Well, thats ok, I think I'm doing enough skin melting for the two of us." Mercifully, the bird finally gives a loud burp, pushing most of the air from the stomach and causing it to contract hard around the poor creature inside.

01:10 < GyroFeather> (boop?)

01:10 < Moral> [sorry, 1 sec]

01:11 Moral 'd feel the guy inside squirm quite a bit more once most the air was left. He'd start to get light headed, but this only made him fight all the harder for the last few minutes as panick set in. He's squirm around so hard, making huge bulges on the birdy's belly.

01:16 GyroFeather squeezes him tight as he feels the final death throws of his meal, purring all the while as it seems like his prey is finally fighting death. "Oh yes~ Fight like that, even though its futile. You'll soon be nothing more than gryphon shit."

01:17 Moral 'd hear some loud whimpers ring out, as the struggles grow weaker by the second, the little meal's little struggles slowly working down until he's just weakly wiggling his legs.

01:23 GyroFeather finally passes out as he feels the struggles of the pony largely subside in his gut. Over the course of the night, the bulge in his stomach would slowly round out, and then empty, shrinking down, save for the new padding added to his hips. When the bird wakes in the morning, he scratches his feet on the ground, and then lifts his tail, letting out a couple thick brown logs of unrecognisable smelly slop, standing about half the size of a pony. Then he flutters away, to cough up the pellet of teh stallion on a nearby roof, completly with a skull and a broken horn embedded in it.