Decleaning a Bird

8 September 2016

19:18 der grumbles at a bird

19:19 GyroFeather grumbles at bird!

19:21 der caws back!

19:23 GyroFeather piaows at!

19:25 der rudely Pio's at Gyro Feather!

19:27 GyroFeather scoffs! He feels insulted!

19:28 der laughs, seeing the look on Gyro Feather's face, he can see that struck right where it hurts!

19:30 GyroFeather chirps back a number of rude things at the bird

19:32 der gasps! The little bird can't believe what he is hearing, how could that evil blue griffon say such things! He squawks back the his crest feathers are dumb!

19:40 GyroFeather growls down at the tiny bird and then says that his mother was a sparrow and was a hampster.

19:45 der poof up his feathers, angrily cawing out that at least he was a natural griffon!

19:57 GyroFeather squawks at that and flares his wings. His head darts forward and pulls a feather out. "Look at your boring white coat!"

20:01 der chirps in brief pain from the feather being ripped out of his body and screeches back "It is a clean coat!"

20:07 GyroFeather shrugs and displays his gorgeous tail. "And so is mine. We could fix your sbeing clean though."

20:09 der stares little sharp needles into Gyro feather "And how do you purpose we 'fix' that?" The little griffon says, using proper air quotes. He is still the prettier bird, and he knows it

20:15 GyroFeather snorts and flicks the bird backwards, into the bowl of cake batter he'd been resting on. "Just like that~" he purrs, and then uses his talons to stir him around.

20:21 der lets out a surprised caw as he falls backwards, the bird landing into the thick batter. He initially floated somewhat on the top of the dark brown liquid, but Gyro Feather's actions made sure that did not stay the case. The staring incorporated the little and formerly white flailing bird into the mix.

20:26 GyroFeather gives a little laugh and pulls the bird up to the surface of the thick batter so that he doesnt drown. "THere, see? made all dirty, just like the bird you are, even if you managed to clean yourself before," he says with a snort, and then licks the sticky mess off of his talon.

20:31 der is very appreciative of not drawing, this fact was somewhat obvious as he gaps for air, wiping away the batter from his beak with a talon. "What does that prove! This little bird brain never said it wasn't dirty! Just it's body was clean!"

20:36 GyroFeather snorts at the little bird's words and turns away. "Well even that body is no longer clean now. You shouldnt lie to your betters."

20:38 der tries to claw his way to the edge of the bowl and get some kind of stable grip. With a huff, the griffon frowns "I wasn't lying... I said WAS!"

20:42 GyroFeather gives a little shrug and then flicks him backwards again. "Well now you're not, you're an ugly little flightless bird, like an ostrige, but without the proper size.

20:45 der flops backwards, landing back on his back, in the middle of the batter bowl. With a somewhat pained caw, the constant taunting by the better griffon starting to get to him, he retorted with "But atleast I am still a bird!"

21:02 GyroFeather lets out a loud growl and brings his head down to glare at the smaller bird. "And good riddense too. Wouldnt want some runt such as yourself messing up the pristine unicorn race. Though perhaps you more belong as a lowly diamond dog."

21:07 der huffs, occasionally flapping his wings to stop himself from sinking into the batter "That is a good thing I am not a horse then! I have wings and feathers!" He says with a caw "And have you ever even meet a diamond dog!?"

21:09 GyroFeather gives a little shrug at the response. "So do pegasi...and yes, from a distance. They're all grubby and muddy and dont belong in polite society. I do hear they can make a nice treat though," he says with a snort.

21:12 der shakes his head, sending little bits of batter flying off "But I have a beak too! Horses don't have beaks!" The little 'bird' says desperately.

21:18 GyroFeather grunts as he finds some of the batter coating his pretty feathers. "H-hey! I was clean ebfore you did that...at least I'm still pretty though. Something you'llnever be."

21:22 der didn't even noticed the soiled feathers when looking at Gyro Feather, the spots were drown out by the intense blue of his coat. With a frown, the small bird sighed "Never?"

21:24 GyroFeather shakes his head a tthe little bird. "No. Never. White is just so passe! you ought to die yourself purple or green or somethign more interesting if you want to stand out in the world anymore."4

21:25 der looks down at himself... and the bowl of cake batter "But... but how can I dye myself when I am already all dirty like this?"

21:26 GyroFeather shrugs and then leans his mouth down to the bowl, opening his beak wide and exposing the hot pink insiddes that lined it, complete with strands of clear drool that drip from the top.)

21:30 der shivers, looking up at the wide beak, a beak which was more then big enough to take a bite of a dirty ugly griffon. Attempting to move further away, Der uses his wings and makeshift paddles to push himself though the vicious batter.

21:32 GyroFeather watches the little bird paddle away and shrugs, pulling his beak back. "I was offering to clean you off, but if you'd prefer to stay a dirty little thing like that, I guess I can oblige you tehre too," he says with a snort, turning away as if he was going to leave the little bird.

21:36 der gasps, and reaches out with a goopy talon to the turning griffon, crying out "Wait! I-I was just nervous... a great and massive griffon like you is a lot to take in!" He caws out, almost crying "I just want to be clean like you"

21:44 GyroFeather halts as he hears the little bird crying out for him, and then turns back around, looking down his beak at the batter covered bird. He then brings his beak to the bowl once more, and opens his mouth, letting his hot fishy breath waft over the small bird.

21:49 der looks up to Gyro Feather hopefully, his heart almost explodes when the beak heads back towards him! Reaching up out of the batter bath, Der tries to grab hold of the griffon's beak above him "Thank you very much! You are so kind!"

21:58 GyroFeather feels the gentle weight of the gryphon pulling down on his beak, but offers no assistance in getting him up, instead letting him hang there as he tries to climb onto it "Youre welcome~" He says, moving his beak with the little bird hanging off.

22:06 der heaves his way up and into Gyro Feather's beak. The talking made it a bit more of a challenge to hold on, but if being a little thing had one advantage, that was strength to weight ratios! The messy birdie left a streak of battle along the lower front of the beak, but made a tasty plop once he was in.

22:13 GyroFeather sweeeps his tonge around to kick up the batter that was left on his beak and to help situate the tiny bird inside of his mouth. His hot breath causes beads of condensation on the bird's feathers as the drool soaks into the mass. He lets Der hang there for the moment, getting comfortable.

22:19 der clamped his beak closed, holding in the worried sounds he wanted to make. All the motion of Gyro Feather's tongue shift Der towards the center of the large slimy muscle. The droll that soaked into his back, partially stripped of it's protective oils from emulsifiers in the batter, and the hot humid breaths washing over him were sweltering. After waiting for a couple of seconds the little bird shifted a bit nervously, looking around the pink beak.

22:41 GyroFeather gently shutters his beak closed, taking care not to catch any of his extremities in the sharp edge. the tongue begins to move and wiggle beneath the gryphon's form as he takes care to suck and taste over the batter that matted him down, drawing it off of his coat and replacing it with a heavy drool. "Mmmmmmm~~~" he purrs

22:48 der shivers again as the beak goes pitch black, the humid chamber sealing tight. The small bird wiggles back against the tongue and uses it as a makeshift and very wet wash towel. After what seemed long enough, the small griphon rolls over on the wet surface and lays belly down, extending his wings carefully wrapping them around the muscle to help clean them also.

22:58 GyroFeather squishes the bird around the beak without much care for the little bird, pressing him up against the top of the beak, and then to the sides, making sure to get every inch of the tasty batter licked up off of his body. Once the gryphon finds his charge becoming quite tasteless, he opens his beak above the batter once more, letting him fall twoards it.

23:05 der found himself being pressed and pushed about the beak, getting squeezed many times between a hard beak and softer tongue. Despite the large bird's lack of care, Der was lightly purring near the end of the cleaning, enjoying the tongue taking such effort for him. As relaxed as he was, the little bird didn't notice the immediate rush of cool air when the beak opened up and only opened his own eyes when he felt the tongue slipping out from under him. With a squawk, he tried to grab onto and catch some part of Gyro Feather's beak, but the thick slippery drool prevented that. As a last ditch attempt, his wings opened up, but were useless soaked in saliva, he slammed into the batter head first.

23:10 < GyroFeather> ehh lets pause here for now ^^

23:10 < GyroFeather> tomorrow though :D

23:10 < der> It is a tad late!

21:28 GyroFeather snickers as he looks down at the smaller bird, spattered in the thick cake batter once more, though it was dense enough that he didnt sink more than half way into it. The larger gryphon puts his talon down on the belly, playing his sharp claw ever so slightly over him. "Oh look you clumbsy bird, you fell right into it again."

21:51 der kicked this back legs out, trying to right himself and get this head out of the thick batter. The combination of his wiggling and kicking and the sharp claw teasing against his belly pushed the little bird over onto his back. Floating belly side up in the thick and vicious batter he made a pitiful chirping sound. The little bird didn't even really look angry at the better bigger Gyro Feather, just sad about being surrounded by messy dirty batter again.

21:51 < der> (Sorry, should be more allive now)

21:53 < GyroFeather> (No worries :P)

21:54 < der> (All the worries!)

21:56 GyroFeather snorts at the little bird's chirping and then darts his head down. He scrapes his beak around the little bird and takes a mouthful. His beak clenches around one of the wing feathers and gives it a little lift before he opens just enough to let der plop back down once more. A pleased rumble elicits from the big bird's chest, deep and content.

22:05 der sees the yellow beak and closes his eyes, waiting for it to surround him again. The little bird's eyes snapped back open when it closed around a useless wing instead and started to lift him rather uncomfortably by it. Opening his beak to complain at the larger griffon, he instead let out a pain squawk. One of his larger feathers got stuck in Gyro Feather's beak when letting him fall and was plucked free. Landing back down in the now very familiar batter he took another beak full of the stuff. Coughing out the chocolaty goodness, he managed to ask "W-why?"

22:16 GyroFeather hardly even notices the feather in his beak as he swishes his tongue through the luxurious choclate batter and gulps tit down, leaving a large bulge that runs down his throat. Gyro looks down at him, tilting his head and then taps the bird's beak with a talon, gentle, and yet hard for such a small bird. "Why? Because I happen to like cake batter. I'm not sure I'm even really going to get around to making that cake.

22:28 der watches as Gyro Feather taste the batter and can see the enjoyment on the larger griffon's face. Der cringes as the hard talon taps on his beak sending ringing through his head and bones. "I'm not sure I like cake batter anymore... it is too much"

22:34 GyroFeather gives a little shrug at the bird and then leans down towards him. "Well then~ I guess I'll have to clean you up a tad. Though, I think you go rather well in it. Your white feathers add a much needed bit of color to the hole thing,~" He chrips, his sweet breath wafting down over the other's tiny form.

22:39 der holds back coughs, turning his head away slightly from the large beak. The hot and humid breath was saturated in sugar. Der looks over himself, and blinks "But... it completely coats me... you can hardly see the white"

22:50 GyroFeather slips his tongue out to slurp off the top layer, but still leaving a rather coated tiny bird. "Well....I only said /some color/~" he teases. "I can add more back to you though~" The gryphon opens his beak wide once again, slurping his little partner up between his sloppy beak. Truth be told, with as much batter that clung to his flesh, he'd be rather hard pressed to get der white again.

23:05 der wiggles a bit at the rough tongue removing some of the dark brown color from his back. The messy bird saw what was coming and sighed under his breath, he had been through this routine more then once today and didn't resist Gyro Feather's beak when it came, but instead helped pull his little body inside the steamy and clacky mouth. Not even waiting for the tongue to get licking, he started rubbing himself against it.

23:21 GyroFeather purrs and gulps around the little bird, sucking more and more of the goop off of him. Each time it grasps upon the edge of Der's body, and yet doesnt get a firm enough grip to drag him down along. He purrs gently, rumbling through the beak, vibrating the creature inside. All it would take was one small accident for him to tumble down that hot gullet.

23:31 der was starting to get relaxed inside Gyro Feather's beak, the constant and all encompassing rumble of his purr districting the small morsel from just where he was and all the normal wet and squishy sounds. Feeling that his underside was probably clean enough for now, the small griffon rolled over to rub his back against the textured surface, his wings splaying out to either side.

23:39 GyroFeather chukles as those wings tickle against the soft flesh of his tongue, causing little convulsions and movements that thrust him towards the gullet some, but for the moment the little bird was safe. He certainly wasnt the cleanest, but some of the flavor had begun to fade before he shifted to the other side. The bumpy tongue rasps at his form while the feathered wings stretch back towards his greedy throat.

23:46 der continues to get more relaxed in the warm and steamy sauna, wiggling his back against the textured surface of the tongue scratched quite a few itches the small bird had. Unknowing to him, his thin tail was already hanging over the dark edge of a Feathery gullet and chirping happily, the small bird stretched out in the cramped beak, arching his back and pushing his wings against the hardish sides.

23:51 GyroFeather closes his eyes and swallows a little more spit down in with the remains of the cake batter than filled the back of his beak. He's caught with a sudden surprise though as the little bird is suddenly slid back, grabbed by his tail and pressing into his open mouth. Gyro coughs and gulps again, surprised, his gag relflex triggered, sending down the tiny gryphon in a lumpy bulge towards his greedy crop in one gulp. When he splashes inside its full of cake batter that weighs down against him, sticking back to all his feathers.

23:59 der has his eyes shoot open when he feels his tailing being tugged, and then the rest of him sliding on the rough tongue, pulling feathers and fur in the wrong direction. By the time Der realized what exactly was happening, his hind legs had already disappeared into steamy gullet and another sudden gulp pulled him down completely while his forelegs reached out helplessly. The griffon's throat squeezed it's mean down, not caring at all other then to transport the large gulp and knocking the breath out of Der in the process. With the dull splat, the bird found himself once again in a brown mess. This time the smell of the batter saturated the air, the incredible sugariness was almost painful to breath in and the smell was tainted with old fishiness. Using all the chocolate air in his lungs, he caw'ed out "STOP"

00:19 Gyro Feather laughs as he hears the bird crying out from within his crop and then shakes his head. Instead he pushes his beak down into the batter and begins to lick it up, sending more and more chocolate cake batter down to his crop, flooding the slippery sack to the point athat the little gryphon could be entirely submereged if he let himself sink, and there was still batter yet to go.

21:28 Gyro Feather snickers as he looks down at the smaller bird, spattered in the thick cake batter once more, though it was dense enough that he didnt sink more than half way into it. The larger gryphon puts his talon down on the belly, playing his sharp claw ever so slightly over him. "Oh look you clumbsy bird, you fell right into it again."

21:51 der kicked this back legs out, trying to right himself and get this head out of the thick batter. The combination of his wiggling and kicking and the sharp claw teasing against his belly pushed the little bird over onto his back. Floating belly side up in the thick and vicious batter he made a pitiful chirping sound. The little bird didn't even really look angry at the better bigger Gyro Feather, just sad about being surrounded by messy dirty batter again.

21:51 < der> (Sorry, should be more allive now)

21:53 < Gyro Feather> (No worries :P)

21:54 < der> (All the worries!)

21:56 Gyro Feather snorts at the little bird's chirping and then darts his head down. He scrapes his beak around the little bird and takes a mouthful. His beak clenches around one of the wing feathers and gives it a little lift before he opens just enough to let der plop back down once more. A pleased rumble elicits from the big bird's chest, deep and content.

22:05 der sees the yellow beak and closes his eyes, waiting for it to surround him again. The little bird's eyes snapped back open when it closed around a useless wing instead and started to lift him rather uncomfortably by it. Opening his beak to complain at the larger griffon, he instead let out a pain squawk. One of his larger feathers got stuck in Gyro Feather's beak when letting him fall and was plucked free. Landing back down in the now very familiar batter he took another beak full of the stuff. Coughing out the chocolaty goodness, he managed to ask "W-why?"

22:16 Gyro Feather hardly even notices the feather in his beak as he swishes his tongue through the luxurious choclate batter and gulps tit down, leaving a large bulge that runs down his throat. Gyro looks down at him, tilting his head and then taps the bird's beak with a talon, gentle, and yet hard for such a small bird. "Why? Because I happen to like cake batter. I'm not sure I'm even really going to get around to making that cake.

22:28 der watches as Gyro Feather taste the batter and can see the enjoyment on the larger griffon's face. Der cringes as the hard talon taps on his beak sending ringing through his head and bones. "I'm not sure I like cake batter anymore... it is too much"

22:34 Gyro Feather gives a little shrug at the bird and then leans down towards him. "Well then~ I guess I'll have to clean you up a tad. Though, I think you go rather well in it. Your white feathers add a much needed bit of color to the hole thing,~" He chrips, his sweet breath wafting down over the other's tiny form.

22:39 der holds back coughs, turning his head away slightly from the large beak. The hot and humid breath was saturated in sugar. Der looks over himself, and blinks "But... it completely coats me... you can hardly see the white"

22:50 Gyro Feather slips his tongue out to slurp off the top layer, but still leaving a rather coated tiny bird. "Well....I only said /some color/~" he teases. "I can add more back to you though~" The gryphon opens his beak wide once again, slurping his little partner up between his sloppy beak. Truth be told, with as much batter that clung to his flesh, he'd be rather hard pressed to get der white again.

23:05 der wiggles a bit at the rough tongue removing some of the dark brown color from his back. The messy bird saw what was coming and sighed under his breath, he had been through this routine more then once today and didn't resist Gyro Feather's beak when it came, but instead helped pull his little body inside the steamy and clacky mouth. Not even waiting for the tongue to get licking, he started rubbing himself against it.

23:21 Gyro Feather purrs and gulps around the little bird, sucking more and more of the goop off of him. Each time it grasps upon the edge of Der's body, and yet doesnt get a firm enough grip to drag him down along. He purrs gently, rumbling through the beak, vibrating the creature inside. All it would take was one small accident for him to tumble down that hot gullet.

23:31 der was starting to get relaxed inside Gyro Feather's beak, the constant and all encompassing rumble of his purr districting the small morsel from just where he was and all the normal wet and squishy sounds. Feeling that his underside was probably clean enough for now, the small griffon rolled over to rub his back against the textured surface, his wings splaying out to either side.

23:39 Gyro Feather chukles as those wings tickle against the soft flesh of his tongue, causing little convulsions and movements that thrust him towards the gullet some, but for the moment the little bird was safe. He certainly wasnt the cleanest, but some of the flavor had begun to fade before he shifted to the other side. The bumpy tongue rasps at his form while the feathered wings stretch back towards his greedy throat.

23:46 der continues to get more relaxed in the warm and steamy sauna, wiggling his back against the textured surface of the tongue scratched quite a few itches the small bird had. Unknowing to him, his thin tail was already hanging over the dark edge of a Feathery gullet and chirping happily, the small bird stretched out in the cramped beak, arching his back and pushing his wings against the hardish sides.

23:51 Gyro Feather closes his eyes and swallows a little more spit down in with the remains of the cake batter than filled the back of his beak. He's caught with a sudden surprise though as the little bird is suddenly slid back, grabbed by his tail and pressing into his open mouth. Gyro coughs and gulps again, surprised, his gag relflex triggered, sending down the tiny gryphon in a lumpy bulge towards his greedy crop in one gulp. When he splashes inside its full of cake batter that weighs down against him, sticking back to all his feathers.

23:59 der has his eyes shoot open when he feels his tailing being tugged, and then the rest of him sliding on the rough tongue, pulling feathers and fur in the wrong direction. By the time Der realized what exactly was happening, his hind legs had already disappeared into steamy gullet and another sudden gulp pulled him down completely while his forelegs reached out helplessly. The griffon's throat squeezed it's mean down, not caring at all other then to transport the large gulp and knocking the breath out of Der in the process. With the dull splat, the bird found himself once again in a brown mess. This time the smell of the batter saturated the air, the incredible sugariness was almost painful to breath in and the smell was tainted with old fishiness. Using all the chocolate air in his lungs, he caw'ed out "STOP"

23:40 GyroFeather coughs a couple of times as he feels the lump of gryphon sliding down his gullet and disapearing into his crop, followed then by him hearing the little thing calling out through the thick walls of his chest. "OH...ooops...you werent supposed to go down like that? Why'd you go and jump down my throat?" He asks, a loud rumble traveling through his chest and echoing in the tiny bird's ears, drowning out for a moment the gryphon's steady thumping heart, and the ominous gurgling of the stomach ahead. The walls of the chambers shift and move with each second, spreading more the goop dwon into his feahters.

23:45 Der was a rather grumpy bird at this point, as being swallowed with a mouthful of cake batter would do. Der cringes, the loud booming voice of GyroFeather surrounding him. Screaming as loud as he could, so the larger griffon could hear him through the tons of flesh, "You swallowed me! ...Now get me out of here!" Der had already gotten used to being coered in batter, however inside the crop was a unqine foul smelling slime that mixed in

23:49 GyroFeather brings his head down toeards the lightly bulged crop, though that was more from teh cake batter than the little gryphon who got tucked away with it. He then twitches and nods his head towards the previously white burd. "Well...I'll give it a try, even if it was that you decided you wanted to go on a little water slide like that." Gyro closes his eyes, and the walls of teh crop shift and squeeze, further kneading Der into the slime and soupy cake batter as it tries to get a grip on him to bring him back up the powerful gullet. THe muscles are strong and squeeze hard enough to knock the wind out of him.

23:53 Der growls inside the crop, that that GyroFeather could hear him though, the big bird was the one that had been toying with him in his beak. "Please be quick!" He shouts out, although right then the crop walls constricted, squeezing in on their contacts and flooding Der's beak with a off tasting batter soup. The muscules which were much bigger then him threatened to break bones, crushing him and the much more liquid batter.

23:58 GyroFeather focuses on his muscles, causing them to steadily rise and squeeze around the bird, pulling him up in a loose bulge taht can be seen oun the outside of the larger gryphons neck, though without any details. The powerful gullet muscles though, end up grabbing the tiny bird in a contorted position, and should he move in the wrong way, they could very well injure the small bird. Gyro can feel the bulge moving up, begining to reach his beak once again.

00:04 Der gets squuezed from all sides, the small bird having lost any sense of direction in GyroFeather. GyroFeather's throat was in no way meant to be gentle, as it was only meant to cough up pellets or regurgiate chewed up food. Being neither of those, the small griffon got twisted in several different ways. Getting close to the end of the ride and GyroFeather's beak, one of his wings got yanked around backwards, one more pulse of the strong throat muscles against it would make a simple pop of that joint

00:08 GyroFeather doesnt even notice the pop of the small bird's wing as he brings the white bird up the bone crushing gullet to pop down upon his tongue. A couple more loud coughs and the battered bird falls back down into the batter thta the gryphon had used as punishment before for insulting him. "There...you're out, though given the way you jumped down into there...I think you wanted to make that journey and got cold feet," he says to teh dripping mass which messes up more of his cake batter.

00:12 Der screams out in pain as the joint for his left wing is ripped clear of it's socket, although that is simply drown out by the deafening coughing from the large gryphon. The bird simply fell down into the batter as a ragdoll, which was intantly followed by another pained shriek. Ignoring everything the abusive griffon had said, tears flowed from Der's eyes as he muttered out "My wing... pain... cant move"

00:17 GyroFeather winces as he hears the tiny bird's screams cone he falls down into the batter, and then he brings his talon down to feel at the tiny wing of the creature below him. He prods at the wing and follows it down to the wing joint, but he's unable to ascertain exactly what's the matter with the little bird. "Uh huh...now you just try to elicit some sympathy out of me after you insulted me?" He asks, rolling his eyes, before he then begins to tilt the bowl around, causing the bird to slide in the batter.

00:21 Der cries in pain every time the large talon pokes at his injuried wing, floating in the batter it wasn't obvious that the joint was injuried, but if he was standing free, it would clearly be at an impossible angle. The small bird spat right back at GyroFeather "Y-You broke my wing! This is your fault!" Sliding around in the batter was much less painfull then getting prodded directly, however it still left the bird cringing with tears streaming out of his eyes "STOP PLEASE!"

00:25 GyroFeather tilgs his head at the little gryphon at the accusation and then frowns. "Well...you know if you're wing is broken...its hard for the vets to do work on such tiny birds. They tend to perscribe euthanasia," the larger bird says, licking his beak. He sets the bowl down and watchs teh small gryphon move around inside of it. "Of course your a gryphon, but they still probably wont be able to set it."

00:28 Der widens his eyes, seeing the larger gryphon lick thier beak "N-no! That can't! I'm not a bird, I'm a gryphon!" Starting to sob, the small creature goes still in the thick chocolate batter "E-Even if they can't... I don't need a wing! I can live without it!"

00:33 GyroFeather brings his talon down to find the other noninjured wing and then puts a little bit of pressure on it, till the bines begin to flex. "Well...if you cant fly, what type of gryphon are you really? THat'd be a bit silly dont you think?" Gyro brings his beak down a little closer and gives another powerful slurp of the tiny bird, making sure to poke his tongue between the other's beak.

00:40 Der squeaks, feeling then intense presure on his undamaged wing, feeling the bones creak and joints scream as they are pushed to their limits. Shivering, the small grpyhon tries to push off the licking tongue, which pulls off a layer of batter, showing the stained feathers bellow that. Although, trying to push against GyroFeather pushed his body deeper into the batter and twisting his broken wing more and screaming, which got cut off as the tongue slid into his beak. Whimpering the broken gryphon begged "Please don't do this... don't eat me, even not flying I am worth more alive!"

00:49 GyroFeather pulls back, though not before putting enough pressure on the wing to cause another snap, though this one gyro both felt and heard. He'd made the bird even, at least, he thinks as he chuckles at the noise, before turning his attention back down at the screaming bird. "Worth more alive huh? WHat sorts of things does a little munchkin like you think they'd be able to do for me? Especially without the ability to fly?" He asks, tilting his head with curiousity.

00:53 < GyroFeather> (I'm gonna pass out I think)

00:55 Der wriths in pain, the snap sending lightning bolts through his body and the laughing from above acting like a knife splitting him in two. Der was absoulting a mess at this point, broken in several ways physically and mentally. "Please!" He begged through sobs "Even not flying I can worship your paws... butt... anything I can reach... even if I am only worth that little, it is more then food..."

00:55 < Der> (Good night!0\

23:04 GyroFeather pokes at tiny bird in batter!

23:09 Der flails

23:10 < GyroFeather> what's birb up to anyways?

23:10 < Der> Birb is up to nothing!

23:11 < GyroFeather> would birb like to be up to things?

23:13 < Der> a bird could do certian things

23:16 < GyroFeather> Welll~ I suppose its my post~

23:17 < Der> A mean bird's post, yes

23:23 GyroFeather gets a bit of a devious idea and then lowers his head down towards the bowl and then opens his jaws wide, letting the little gryphon stare down into the dripping cavern. "And...well I suppose you can now reach my tongue...and well there's still some batter left in that bowl not in my belly~" He chrips with a grin, before letting his beak part once more. The bittersweet breath washes down over the tiny creature, bathing him in the humicity.

23:37 Der held back a frightened shiver, looking down at that long dark throat, one which he had already been down once, and he was sure he was about to go down again, for good. A quiet sigh of relief escaped the tiny bird's beak, hearing the 'request' Gyrofeather had "Y-yes! I will certainly help get this batter into your beak!" His enthusiasm was dampered however when he started moving, the broken bones in each wing grinding with any motion, but the damp breath washing over him reminded the gryphon of his fate if he didn't. Clamping his beak shut and powering through the pain, he started scooping up the thick batter around him with his talons and wiping it onto the nearby squishy tongue. Uninjured his wings would make quicker work being larger, but the tears running out of his eyes ruled out using the feathered appendages.

23:45 GyroFeather curls his tongue around the talons as they slide a little bit of batter on top of them, and holds it there. He then gives a little tug, drawing the birdy in past the start of his beak till the edge ruffled against his chest feathers. He holds the littel gryphon there fora bit, forcing him to stare down the dark quivering tunnely beyond, from which if he ventured he likely would not return. Then, the teasing grasp is lifted once more, releasing the little bird to retunrto his task. "Mmmm delicious~" He hums out whilst his tail flicks back and forth behind him. He wondered how long the little bird could keep it up, especially with the tears that he could see beading at the edge of his eyes. "Remember...I want all of the batter inside of me~"

23:56 Der makes a muffled chirp sound from his clenched beak, as he was pulled forwards, he hard beak digging into his chest, if the larger gryphon would to simply bite, he would be reduced to two pieces. Although that wasn't the center of Der's attention, it was the deep and dark throat, looking eager for another meal. Taking a deep breath of relief upon being let go, he quickly nodded "Yes, of course! Everything" He leaned down and continued to scoop batter up, gritting his beak and threatening to chip it. He wasn't seeming that he would give up, he of course had quite the incentive not to.

00:04 GyroFeather closes his eyes and lets the little gryphon do his work. Each time a load of batter was placed into his mouth, he curled up his tongue and then closed his beak for a quick gulp, before opening it once more to reveal an empty maw. A couple ties he even almost snatches up der in htis, going so far as to accidentally pull off a coupe wing feathers. Soon enough though, the little gryphon would find that the bowl was begining to run empty.

00:11 Der produced pained groans when Gyrofeather went a bit farther with his teasing, ripping out his now useless wing feathers, but also twisting the damaged bones, he keep working though, slowly and steadily. The small gryphon taking a some seconds to recover before being able to return to his task. Soon he was starting to scrape the bowl clean, taking longer between deposits to collect the batter.

00:22 GyroFeather waits for the little bird to just about finish with his task and then stick his tongue out even longer, making it roll out almost like a red carpet. "Good job little bird~" He coosslightly slured by his desire to keep his tongue out. "Now then, you still have some goop in your feathers, so why dont you come hop on in and let me clean you off...or rather I want you to clean yourself off on me, bathin in my saliva~" He commands with a giggle.

00:31 Der hesitates, looking at the thick red 'rug' leading into the dangerous beak and nods slowly "Thank you, I am glad to of been of service" he chirps, forcing a pained smile to his beak "Yes, of course... I will bathe on your tongue to get everything out of my feathers." With that the small gryphon stepped forward and onto the squishy surface, his talons sinking into the long muscle. Step after step he walked in just as far to be completely on the textured surface, keeping as far away from the hungry throat as possible. Kneeling down, the bird started to rub against the moist surface below, rubbing the warm saliva into his feathers.

00:35 GyroFeather waits just long enough for the little bird to crossthe threshhold into his beak ebfore he suddenly lifts him up, putting far too much distance betwen the littel gryphon and the ground for him to just jump now. His tongue shifts beneath the sufrace of the bird with each motion, while the lumpy tastebuds bathe in the flavors coming off of the little bird. He coos softly, letting the noise wash over the tiny bird and rumble in his ears. Meanhile the beak tilts ever so slightly up, not enough to cause the gryphon inside to slide, but certainly far enough to keep him off balance. Hot slime splats down onto the smaller bird from the ceiling, working to coat him once more in the foul spit.

00:46 Der chirps in surprise, feeling the beak lift up into the air and almost losing his footing on the moving tongue bellow him. At times, he was reduced to hugging the thick muscle against him, grabbing on tight to the thinner sides. With his balance questionable, and not wanting to lose controls his position in the beak, the small bird never went more then crouching, with his claws and talons ready to grab hold if needed. The hot spit wasn’t entirely pleasant, but compared to the crop down below, it was a pleasant sauna. Any sound inside the reverberating beak was almost deafening to his tiny ears, including the normally pleasant coo that vibrated through his body. Anytime one of his wings brushed something, his entire body twitched as the shooting pain coursed through him.

00:47 < GyroFeather> (bah...hate to do this to you...but my late night last night is getting to me...bird needs to sleep.

00:47 < Der> (Night Gyrobut!)

18:31 < GyroFeather> or maybe I ask that here

18:31 < GyroFeather> because uhh...I rather need to know...for reasons >.>

18:32 < Der> Which thing did you mention again/

18:32 < GyroFeather> micro vore

18:32 < Der> It is not!

18:32 < GyroFeather> good good :D

22:34 GyroFeather boops der~

22:35 Der boops back!

22:36 < Der> What to do this here or flist?

22:38 < Der> http://der.horse/rps/DerGyrofeatherBatter/

22:39 GyroFeather begins to delibreately wiggle the tongue below the tiny creature, jostling him around in the beak while the hot drool drenches his feathers. The gryphon attempts to steadily move the little gryphon back towards his gullet, hoping that perhaps he could cause him to 'accidentally' take a tumble down his throat. Gyro shuts his beak entirely now, careful not to catch anything more than a couple feathers on the edge of his jaw and casting the poor bird away in darkness. The sounds of the occasional swallow can be heard from behind him as the peacock works to clear his beak of the saliva that pooled down at the bottom.

22:48 Der twitched as the tongue below him got more active, flexing and distorting it's shape, making it difficult for the tiny bird to keep his desperate grip on it. Getting bounced and pushed into the hard beak walls, he squawks through a clamped shut beak, with his grip losing, allowing him to slowly slide back little by little towards the swallowing gullet behind him. The beak closing around his form not only dove him into darkness, but caught his feathers tightly in it, which pulled on and twisted his wings even more and cry out from the sharp stabs of pain racking through him. Lashing his tail out behind him, the soaked end teased the hungry throat.

22:59 GyroFeather feels the tiny bird's rump sliding up against the back of his throat and does his best to loosen the muscles without swallowing, feelingthe wiggling against the gaping tunnel. He tilts his beak up and lets his toy steadily slide backwards towards his gullet.The tip of the tongue curls up and plays over the little gryphon's face, twisting around his beak, though it finds that the morsel has lost all its flavoring from his bath. Even the batter that had once coated his body seems to melted off now. It was all he could do to resist gulping the creature then and there.

23:05 Der felt the round tunnel surrounding his backside, the wet muscles tense and eager to gulp down his little form. The small gryphon wrapped his forelegs tightly around the tip of Gyrofeather's tongue as a last ditch attempt to hold on, "Please don't!" he cried out with a pathetic caw, "I did what you wanted!"

23:12 GyroFeather finds the little bird halfway down his throat, making a little lump in it which he massages with a talon. He then smirks, letting a little bit of light down into his beak through the cracks and giving Der one last view of the world, before the tongue then pushes upon his face, shoving him down into the tunnel. A loud gulp resounds around the poor bird while the noise echoes in his ears. Going backwards, Gyro can feel the wings briefly catch folding up in the back of hsi throat, before getting sent down with the rest of him. A pressure can be felt as the claw traces the motion down from his throat towards his crop, which was chocked entirely full of thick goopy batter that'd been thinned by the bird's secretions.

23:27 Der got his final answer, getting one last view of the slick and dripping inside of the larger gryphon's beak, before the tongue pressed down on his face, putting painful pressure on his neck. An instant later, the massive gulp hits, pulling the bird down and ripping free his feeble grip on the squishy tongue, but not before dislocating a shoulder. A scream of pain rips out of his beak, his wings being pulled hard, nearly being torn from his small body by the force of the swallow. The pressure around him nearly deafened him, his ears screaming out from the forces around him. With a wet splat, he got deposited into the fowl batter he had become so acquainted with. He lay there moitionless, any movement was too much and all hope he had was long gone, back surrounded by the sounds of the large body he was in.

23:34 GyroFeather had no intention of letting the little bird free now, and as he felt him hit his crop, instead begins to focus on the muscles in there. THe hole at the end of the crop gapes open wide, steadily convulsing and squeezing to accept batter from the hot sack. At least it no longer smelled quite as awful, as the chocolatey scent overwhemed all the others for the time being. The organic gurgling, steady heartbeat, and soft breathing echoes all around him, while the gryphon shifts to lay onto his back. A talon gently traces over the bulge made by the poor creature, though it was hardly noticable beyond a swelling of his crop. Soon enough, he wouldnt even be noticable in that way for sure, when he's forced to make the transition from teh goopy crop down into the far less welcoming and far more eager stomach.

23:46 Der didn't notice the crop draining at first, the pain throughout his form and the sensory overload around him overwhelming his bird brain. He could feel the bird pressing in from outside, the large talons pushing through the relatively thin flesh, slowly he started to become aware of the motions around him, the crop pushing in on him and the other food, quickly seeming less and less full. Der tried to push out and fight against it, but quickly was reminded of his injuries and screeched out in pain. Being forcefully pushed out of the crop and deeper into the digestion tract wasn't nearly as bad as the cruel throat, but what was awaiting him was even worse. An acidic smelt tainted the chocolaty air and the sack rumbled around him with deep wet gurgles. All the foreplay and teasing had left if overly eager for a snack.

23:57 GyroFeather 's stomach already had found itself half filled with the biting sting of acids as Der pushed into the chamber, since already a fair amount of the batter had been processed. The liquid inside is thick and clings to his body like an acidic tar that stung at his flesh. While its not as tight as the throat, the walls of the stomach are strong, and each second brings a rolling contraction that works to churn the little bird in with the fluids. There's room to breath at the top, though to even reach it would be quite the strugglin insdie of the mess. Meanwhile gyro grins and strokes over his belly, letting out a soft purr of enjoyment. "Mmmm very lovely little snack you were. Hopefully you're not too sad that you'll no longer be a 'natural gryphon' when I'm donw with you."

00:09 Der gagged at the stench inside, the acidic fumes making his throat burn. A second later, a churning motion sent him under, forcing the horrid liquid into his beak, and down his throat as he was forced to swallow to get any chance at breathing. The immediate threat sent adenine through his body, numbing the searing pain from his hurt body for one last ditch attempt to survive. Surfacing and taking in a deep burning breath, he screamed out, "YOUR A MONSTER" even though it was doubtful he could be heard from his position. Despite his survival instincts, there wasn't much hope for him, his eyes burned and were probably ruined, feathers were solthing off into the thick goop around him at an alarming rate.

00:17 GyroFeather cared not for the fate of the little creature caught down in his belly now for his stomach was content and he felt rather happy. His tail lashes back and forth behind himand he closes his eyes, letting him drift down towards a steady sleep, ignorant of the pain going on down in his belly. As the gryphon finally passes out, his steady snoring can be heard rumbling around the hurt little bird. The acid itself had a strange sickly sweetness to it, that was almost worst than if it'd been just straight bile. The juices themselves though, were just as powerful, tearing through flesh and causing fur and feather alike to burn off and float in the goopy pool.

00:38 < GyroFeather> (booooop!

00:41 Der was able to hear the last insult of his life, the gryphon that ate him, tortured him... was just snoring away like it was any normal night. The small bird continued to churn away inside the stomach, his resolve showing clearly as he remained conscious, fighting against the aggressive and overpowering stomach long after his feathers came off and with his skin starting to peel. It ended up being too much, his lungs burned and ached for air, which was never coming as his vision 'blacked' out. His body was quickly turned into all he was good for, food for a better gryphon.

00:59 GyroFeather sleeps soundly thoughout the rest of the night while his belly does the grisly work of turning the little gryphon into nothing more than a snack. When he wakes up in the morning, he finds his crop bulging with a little something. Turning to the ground, he coughs a couple of times as the lump in his throat shifts. Then, it begins to rise, and out splatters a smelly white pellet, in feather, fur, and bones. The gryphon kicks that away and wanders on to enjoy the rest of his day.