Mistaking One's Master for Food

10 September 2016

00:23 < Rylar> Where would we pick up at?

00:23 < Gyro> Hmmmm good question! I hadnt thought out much beyond that initial outlaying :P

00:27 < Rylar> Oh, here's the idea: Rylar is looking for a gryphon to train to defend his tower. He goes to a city to buy one from a trainer who's selling one at a high price due to the beautiful coloration. Rylar's able to keep a spell up to temporarily tame the gryphon, but as he sleeps part way back he finds that the coloration also corresponds with a magic resistant breed, as his spell wears off in the middle of the night and he wakes up to a beak around his feet?

00:29 < Rylar> And of course the same temp/perma rule is in place. Indicate it in the last post of the RP and it will hold true.

00:30 < Gyro> Hmmm...I do rather like the idea of it happening on a walk though. Perhaps instead the spell wears off while their out and about and the bird is initially going for the fish Rylar is using to train him?

00:30 < Gyro> or course with things escalating from there :P

00:30 < Gyro> *of

00:31 < Rylar> That works just fine with me. I prefer a night time or early morning scene though.

00:31 < Gyro> Probably an early morning walk then~ Before it gets too hot

00:32 < Rylar> Shall I begin?

00:32 < Rylar> Oh! And how big will you be, at the shoulder?

00:33 < Gyro> Hmmm... I think 3.5'? put him a foot shorter at the shoulder, probably about equal at the head?

00:34 < Rylar> A nice tight fit, I like it~

00:34 < Rylar> Who starts? Because I am ready.

00:34 < Gyro> I think you ^^

00:39 Rylar is heading back east toward his home from the busy city of Merrior, traveling on foot with his new aquisition, a gorgeously colored gryphon he'd gotten at the local market for a very high price. Yet every time he looks at Gyro he's smiling broadly, quite pleased with the male. Often he reaches over to stroke slowly down his back, or scritch beneath the beak, flattering him with praise over just how handsome he is. The rodent isn't entirely sure whether or not the gryphon is actually happy, he's being kept subdued under an obedience spell, but he's got an eye for subtle signs he hopes to pick up on. One early morning while the stars are still out they cross a river, and rather than pass directly over the bridge the mouse pauses and settles down at it's side. "Stop here and I'll catch you some breakfast. You like fish, don't you?"

00:43 GyroFeather was content, with his master, which was about all a pet could hope for. His belly was always well fed, and he frequently got to strut around in public. The bird had a penchant for showing himself off, always seeming to grow all the more lively when he had some form of an audience, waving his pretty feathered tail around and chirping and twittering up a storm. Still he was a rather simple minded creature. This morning, his master had picked up his leash and he rushed over, rubbing his head against him till its clicked. As they're heading towards the bridge like they usual do, he's a bit confused when they stop short. The he hears a word he recognises, fish. The gryphon instantly perks up, raising both his crests high and staring at Rylar with all of his attention.

00:49 Rylar nuzzles down at that crested head affectionately. If his pet has been happy, then surely so has the mouse. He'd always adored animals much more than people regardless, much a part of why he'd chosen the reclusive lifestyle of a wizard. He's quite enthused about catching the bird a fresh meal, and soon he turns his attention to the rushing waters below. He faces his palms toward the water and flexes his fingertips, lines of silvery light glimmer from them, stretching out to form a net that sinks into the waters below. Quite a simple spell, one he learned from fishmongers off to the west who happened to integrate magic with their trade, it ought fetch his pet a meal in no time. "Here, curl up around me and stay close, I'll have something for you soon, gorgeous." He did rather like his pet, perhaps enough that he'd consider getting onto all fours for the gryphon and seeing if Gyro might like to take advantage of that, but... not out here where any wanderer might come across such a scandalous thing.

00:57 GyroFeather trills softly at the gentle affection, pressing his head back up to the nuzzles and nosing at Rylar's beak. He watches the mouse work with quite a bit of interest and slowly creeps closer to the line coming from his fingertips. It was soo bright and shiny and eye catching. A talon reaches up to thrum on the strand, feeling it wiggling at his touch. He does a little chirp and then does it again, before turning his head up to listen to the words. His tail gently curls around the mouse's hips, with his feathers tickling across the side. The bird if put into the right mood might very well be willing to take advantage of such a scandalous thing. It was early spring, time for the gryphon's to mate afterall, and the peacaock had been found on more than one occasion rubbing himself off with his beak and claws.

00:59 < Rylar> (( Hm... should we divert to that after the fish is caught, and perhaps the activity works up his appetite all over again, that being why he snaps? Or perhaps some other time resume this setting at an earlier point than the devourment and try such a thing? ))

00:59 < Gyro> ((I think maybe he gets a little more feral during his activities :P)

01:00 < Gyro> (especially if the fish is fumbled before he feeds the bird, resulting in the smell all over his coat~

01:03 Rylar finally is able to net something, and damned if it isn't big. He feels the tug shortly after the twanging on his magical string by the gryphon, and hopes that doesn't foil things! Giving a flick of his wrists the huge bass starts to float up along the net, thrashing against its bindings and coming darn close to snapping out of the weak spell! In fact, the string that Gyro had played with was indeed weak enough to snap, and the mouse needs to lunge forward to grab it in his arms. A foolish maneuver, one that has him in awkard balance, about to fall off the bridge while hugging tight to a large fish. "Aaah! Help!" he squeaks out in a panic.

01:07 GyroFeather perks up again as he gets a bit of excitement from his master and sees the burst of activity. He didnt quite understand what his master was calling, but he did see what amounted to a massive fish wiggling between the mouse's arms. The cat sits back onto his haunches, crouching down, before giving a pounce on his master, knocking him and the fish crosswise along the bridge, with the bird settled down on top of the pair, with both safely out of the water. The tantalizing smell of fish cases his beak to water, sending strands of drool down onto the fish and mouse below his heavy body.

01:11 Rylar grunts in a bit of discomfort as he's knocked down beneath the bird on his belly. Not too awful a position, but damned if he didn't get a good reminder of what he was thinking not long ago with that warm, furred and feathered form atop him. Absentmindedly he grabs the tail of the flopping fish to keep it from escaping, ensuring it's easy enough for the gryphon to grab. Meanwhile he's staring out, forward and back. Surely there's nobody around. Maybe if he just edged his robe up enough for Gyro to get at him... a quicky surely wouldn't get them caught. The thought along with the warm body atop him is quickly getting the mouse aroused. Yes, he'll go for it. His free arm starts tugging at his robe to edge it up...

01:17 GyroFeather shuffles a bit more on top of his master, causing his fur and feathers to slide down over the creature's form as the bird shuffles to begin straddling him. He stares down his beak at the fish and gives a soft chirp, having been trained well enough to know not to grab it right out of his master's paws, though as soon as its offered, his beak darts down to tak the tail into his mighty beak. He pulls it out of the grip, sliding the slippery body against Rylar's fur, coating him with fish slime. Turning his beak skyward, He darts his head forward a couple times, slowly swallowing the large treat which leaves a distension in his throat as it slides down. The thought of mating wasnt on his mind at the moment, but a little bit of stimulation was all he ever really required.

01:21 Rylar is working on that right at the moment, actually. He doesn't have to put a lot of effort into shedding his robe once his other arm is free, pulling it up until it's basically just a ring up under his arms, then its easy for him to arch his hips up and back, rubbing over the groin of the gryph firmly with his soft, bared ass. Blushing deeply at how dirty the whole thing is, and anxious that his pet might refuse him, he goes one step further... knowing one of the mating calls of one of the local birds, he mimics it exactly, a needful trilling as he works his rear against Gyro's crotch, every moment hoping more and more he might be used for what beak and claws are normally reserved.

01:27 GyroFeather had just about finished his fish, having only its tail remaining, when he feels a sudden sensation against his crotch, a warm soft fur that squeezes and rubs over his sheath. He swallows his fish down suddenly and grinds instinctively in response. He then stares down at his master as he hears the trilling. He cocks his head in confusion, since this looked like nothing he'd known as a gryphon before, but that call was so inviting. He gives his own chirps and coos back in an elaborate return call as he steadily grinds against the warm flesh. his claws come to pin his master's arms too the ground as his own sheath begins to pump, folowed by the sensitive pink flesh peaking free of the blue fur.

01:27 < Gyro> (I hate to do this...but I'm crashing and I'd rather not fall asleep and leave you hanging >.< Probably gonna call it for the night, to continue in the morning or tomorrow.)

01:28 < Rylar> (( Okay, can I convince you to save the log or shall I? ))

01:28 < Gyro> (I save all my logs :P am on slimcat

01:28 < Rylar> (( Mkay, hope to catch you soon~ ))

01:28 < Gyro> (infact I've enjoyed our yair one enough that I've looked at it a couple times :P

01:29 < Rylar> (( I'm quite glad to hear that. ^.^ ))

08:33 < Rylar> (( Good morning! ))

08:33 < Gyro> (gmorning!)

08:34 < Rylar> (( Might you be feeling up to continuing? ))

08:34 < Gyro> ( I might~)

08:35 < Rylar> (( Oh? Because I'm a night owl, haven't slept at all, and your last post is still on my screen. ))

08:35 < Gyro> (same here, becasue I dont log off :P

08:36 < Rylar> (( So, shall I? Or do you perhaps need a bit for breakfast, or...?

08:36 < Gyro> (Go ahead ^^

08:41 Rylar blushes deeply as he feels those claws come down to pin his arms to the bridge and hears those lovely calls returned. Success! Now, so long as nobody happens upon them this ought to be quite lovely. He's able to shift onto his knees well enough to prop his rump up into the air and give that length that he can feel poking out something to press into, barely able to contain his excitement for the moment when Gyro's hard enough to do so. Vocally flexible, as he must be for certain spells, he's capable of more bird calls... he knows not exactly what will entice Gyro but as he continues to chirp and twitter he's capable of keeping a tone of invitation and playfulness just to spur him on all the more, eager to feel the beast's passion.

08:48 GyroFeather rubs a little harder now as the carnal areas of his mind are brought to the forefront, grinding his slowly filling shaft against the soft pucker. His length fully extends now, including a half inflated knot at the base. His chirps and calls grow more excited now, with a rising inflection and volume in his voice as he claims you as his mate. Anyone familiar with gryphons would likely know that call, thought its doubtful anyone will investigate. Finally the bird's drizzling, beading tip presses against the soft pucker, lubbing it up with its fluices as he grins down at his master/mate.

08:53 Rylar continues calling up sweetly to the handsome gryphon, still blushing deeply. Damn, were he at home he'd be able to look up that scroll to speak with animals and really sweet talk this gorgeous catbird, but as it is all he can do is make clumsy chirps of encouragement... he can tell he's having the desired effect though, so he continues... a bit broken up now, as he can feel that tip prodding at him and does lose some of his focus. The poor mouse is so eager that his own shaft is dripping a bit of pre. He tries to relax his body as much as he can so that he won't tense up when Gyro enters, keeping just enough strength to push his hips up and back in a steady rhythm, applying a bit more pressure each time. If Gyro were to time a thrust right he could sink pretty deep all in one go~

09:03 GyroFeather finally eases himself forward with a thrust, sinking his pointed shaft down through the tight sphincter and into the warm tunnel beyond. The bird has no concept of taking it slow however, and pushes in despite the the resistance of the flesh, applying pressure that rubs against the mouse's prostate with his throbbing shaft that grows with each second. The thick half inflated knot tenses and twitches against the tailhole, stopping the bird for a second, before he forces it through the tight hole with a squawk. The bird shudders at the peak of the first thrust and finds his own noises slowing down as he begins to pant his hot fishy breath down onto the mouse.

09:09 Rylar normally doesn't like the smell of fish at all, but he's a bit lost in the moment, and the panting breath just gets him all the more caught up. All pretense of being bird like is quite lost, he's moaning out lustfully, loudly now that his small body is pushed into balls deep by his gryphon. He shivers and shakes, the pleasure of that shaft against his prostate so overwhelming that he can just barely hold his position without collapsing onto the bridge. So big compared to what he's pushing into... yet not so big as to be painful or dangerous, perfect for the little mage. He longs for some way to convey how perfect it feels, but words won't work for now and he's pinned down to keep from physical affections. At least he can clench down around that member a few times, give it a good coaxing toward more, and he does so enthusiastically.

09:17 GyroFeather shivers as he feels the tight hole pulling at his shaft and then slowly eases himself backwards, making a loud squelch as the shaft is withdrawn from the tight hole. The bird would go faster, but the suction is enough to keep him from doing so. His not pre continues to drizzle out, slicking up the insides to make it easier on the large gryphon. Even as the tone in his mate shifts, the gryphon doesnt care. He's found a wonderful tunnel to sink himself into. The half inflated knot leaves wtih a pop, followed by the steady noises of his shaft retracting. Once Gyro is all the way out, he gives another thrust, this time a little faster and more forceful, sliding him in a little easier than before.

09:22 Rylar moans out softly as Gyro retracts, then lets out a little squeak when he pushes back in, unable to help himself from the natural cries of his feral cousins... hopefully that doesn't trigger any feeding instinct in the gryphon! Nah, it should be fine, there's that taming spell in place... right? When Gyro pushes in the mouse can also feel himself tense up reflexively, every muscle in his body from his navel to his feet squeezing, even toes curling in delight. The rodents thoughts are adrift with future dreams... Gyro will be a great pet, once they're alone in the tower the mouse can let him mount every morning!

09:27 GyroFeather feels another sense stirring in him as he hears a cry that awakens him something deep within him, or at least begins too, but he's too lost in his loving to be conscious of it yet. His thusting picks up, bringing shivers ot his body and eliciting feral roars and chirps from his beak. Hec powerful thrust and wtitch of the tight muscles inside brings the bird closer and closer to edge. His shaft twitches and beads further and his tail lashes behind him with excitement. His sack slaps down against that of the mouse's with every thrust, spurring him right to the edge.

09:31 Rylar has one of his particular fetishes hit upon just then, the sack of the gryphon hitting his just sends him right over the edge. As he goes into orgasm he begins squeaking out rapidly, squirming in delight, tugging against the claws that pin him helplessly to the bridge. His entire body tenses with each pulse of his shaft, incidentally working over Gyro's member swiftly and powerfully. The fresh sent of seed washes over them both as the rodents plentiful load gathers into a slowly growing puddle beneath the two males.

09:37 GyroFeather gives one final thrust as he feels the tight tunnel convulsing and twitching around him with his partner's orgasm, forcing his knot inside. It swells to nearly double its size, tying them together as hot sticky seed jets out into the bowels of his master. He looks skyward and gives a loud cry of conquest as the rest of his body tenses. His claws dig into the ground around the arms he's holding. The scent of spilled seed mixes with that of his master, throwing the bird off and helping to delink the creature he'd mounted from teh scent. Those cries though, continue to awaken something deeper, and despite the fish in his belly, his stomach gives a low grow.

09:46 Rylar soaks it all in... the passionate cries and the powerful shots of seed into his depths giving him further bliss beyond the orgasm he's already experiencing, dizzying him. Yes, that cry of conquest is not misunderstood. Rylar may be the master but he can tell the gryphon has claimed him, and in that moment he finds it quite fitting to murmur up to the dominant male, "That's right Gyro, I'm all yours." Of course he intends for things to be the other way around in truth, but for now it's nice to think that. Now the only issue is that he can't... really get up at the moment. It would be about time to get dressed and continue on, shouldn't it? Nah, just a moment longer of soaking it in. His eyes close and he lets out a contented chittering...

09:52 GyroFeather feels the powerful waves of pleasure rush through his body as he unloads the rest of his seed, but then rather than collapse after its over much like his master, he instead stands tall, and strong, brining his gaze down to look at the creature below him. He may not understand the words themselves, but he know a tone of submission when he heard one, and gives another roar. His shaft twitches underneath the weight of his master hanging off of it. The chittering though...it was coming from his mate's lips? Does that mean that he can fill his growling belly? The bird ponders this question as best as he can and leans down to take a lick up on the lips, likc a kiss almost, pulling a flavor off of them.

09:56 Rylar thinks nothing of that lick beyond a gesture of affection, reading a feral creatures actions as though they were a sentient's, and that is perhaps his downfall. He merely smiles sheepishly, while the gryphon is treated to something interesting indeed, the taste of a creature that is nothing more than easy prey to both birds and cats alike, a creature practically made just to be eaten, and not only does he seem too weak and distracted to try and go anywhere but he's even given a sign of submission. It's almost too perfect... and the foolish mage has as of yet no idea what he is in for.

10:04 GyroFeather gives a soft purr of delight as he feels that delectable flavor upon his tongue and then opens his beak wide, revealing the pink quivering flesh behind his beak to no one, beofre moments later he darts it down, sealing the mouse's head inside. He suckles gently on the head for only a moment, running his tongue over the creature's soft fur, before he gulps, sending Rylar's muzzle down his throat, which grips tight enough to keep him from speaking. All teh while, his claws grip upon the arms, holding his master down to the ground with his heavy weight.

10:09 Rylar is quite alarmed by this, and the squeak he gives in reply is unable to even breach the muffled flesh around his muzzle as indeed he can barely even manage the utterance in the first place. He struggles, sure, but it's pathetic, negligible, serving no real function other than to voice his displeasure and perhaps amuse the predatory instincts with the feel of feeble muscles flexing against powerful claws. The rodent is too surprised for anything else... his obedience spell, might it have worn off somehow? The gryphon shouldn't be able to cause him harm! He's got to think quick... as much as he had wished to be with his pet forever only moments ago, he didn't mean for it to be like this!

10:18 GyroFeather takes another gulp, only to find that the mouse is now pressing against the collar with his bulging form. Good thing, however, that its one of those nonchoking collars. Slowly it begins to expand against the bulge rather than hurting his pet and saving his life in the process. He feels the squirming fighting in his gullet, rather weak and pathetic just more proof that this was good and proper prey. His sharp beak slowly works over the rodent, scraping along his spine and leaving small scratches beneath the fur. He was being gentle though, and in his mind he wasnt attacking his master. He had no concept that eating him would result in any real harm to the rodent, and as long as he spilled no blood and so had found a rather twisted way around the spell.

10:22 Rylar winces as he feels that scraping, but then it clicks with him that he could be feeling a lot worse. Claws and beak could have ended him at any moment if Gyro meant him harm... but if he's taken in whole, well, he can just teleport back out and correct the problem. Hopefully, anyways. A slight problem is posed already by how dizzy he's getting. Hot, rancid air pumping into the lungs with each breath is breaking down his ability to focus and making every breath difficult, he'll need every ounce of his discipline to teleport out and for that he must conserve his strength. His struggles cease for the time being as he tries to relax his body and go with the flow... fighting will just sap his energy and rob him of more breath, and he's certain he'll not win a physical struggle.

10:30 GyroFeather gulps a little faster now as he feels his prey going still, steadily sitting back on his haunches and curling the meal towards his beak. He finds a bit of pressure on his knot now as the gulping of his throat tries to pull Rylar off. The hot humid enviroment cant be comfortable for his master as he's pressed deeper into the gut, with the foul scent growing stronger with each inch he sinks. A steady thumping of his pet's beating heart and his gurlging stomach can be heard behind the steady glcks of his swallowing. The rats head makes it through the first sphincter into his crop, which begins to swell to accomidate him.

10:35 Rylar grimaces at the scent and bites back some bile from his throat as he almost loses it. Gods, that's nasty, if fish weren't bad enough it's even worse on the inside of a sweltering stomach. Then he winces and groans out more air as he feels the knot tugging at him. So much assailing him all at once... were his life not on the line he'd have failed already, but fear lends determination. After all the things he's been through in life he vows that it will not all end in the belly of this oddly gentle beast. He shoves a bit with his knees and arches his hips forward to finally pop free of that knot, costing him another lungful of air as he gasps, but at least that's over with. Now... just hold steady...

10:43 GyroFeather had at the very least, already sent the fish down to his gurgling stomach, but it certainly left the scent of it stewing away in his crop, and some of the smell from that chamber beyond certainly made its way back here too. The bird shudders around his meal as he feels the knot slip free from his prey's rump, leaving his shaft hanging out in the air and drizzling while hot cum steadily runs from his prey's hole before it steadily closes. He pauses for a second, and then turns his head upwards, darting forward to steadily consume his poor master, causing him to begin to curl up in the tight sack.

10:47 Rylar is indeed forced to curl up, knees to chest, everything so tight that he can barely move. Normally this would require sweeping hand gestures to work a teleportation magic, but the mage is skilled enough to know that's a crutch, a bit of mental imagery to help a wizard subconsciously direct mana where needed. He can do it with minimal motions, it will just be more taxing mentally. As he casts muffled words, softly spoken, echo out from the belly. The crop wiggles about as he makes what few efforts to move he can. There's a light tingling as mana gathers... and then it disipates. Nothing, damn. He got too distracted by the awful smell and ended up wasting strength, breath, mana... this could easily be a fight he loses. Trying his best not to panic, he readies himself for more, he can't let his focus slip again... too much more of this and he really will die.

10:54 GyroFeather gulps a couple more times and now his tongue is curling around the foot paws, before those are sent down his greedy gullet. His beak gives a loud clack behind them, signalling that he'd finished his meal. The bird finally lays down, putting pressure on the creature inside of his crop as the muscles in turn squeeze and knead around his already cramped form. The hot flesh makes sure that every bit of his body is inundated with the slippery foul drool. A steady purr begins to join the noises, obviously evidence that his pet had rather enjoyed his lovely mouse meal. His master must have run off, he thinks as he looks around, but his contented belly is enough to make him not care for the moment.

10:59 Rylar winces as the squeezing begins, both from the outside as Gyro lay down and from the inside as the crop seems to kick it up, squishing him messily, noisily against its slimy walls. He tries his spell again, more mumbling, more movement, another tingling warm feeling from inside of the gryphon... but its not good enough, it fails, prompting a moan of desperation. In his panic he tries again, then again, not resting between the attempts and just spending more and more mana. More and more warmth flows into the gryphon with each attempt... but its fading... and then it stops. It seems the mage has depleted all the magic that he has, uselessly emptying it into the walls of the crop, leaving him completely and utterly helpless. He lets his body rest then, murmuring "no... no..." to himself over and over. He really is defeated now, and at the mercy of Gyro and his digestive system.

11:06 GyroFeather shivers as he feels the warm sensation inside his crop, warmer than that of a live wiggling meal and then turns his head down towards it tilting his head. And then as soon as it comes on, its over as the mage seems to give up inside of him. His belly gives another growl, not content with teh fish that was deteriorating inside of it, and then in response, the bottom of the crop begins to open up, steadily allowing the squeezing muscles to shift him down towards the hot chamber beyond where he could hear the gurgling growing more intense. The bird begins to purr louder around his meal, not even hearing the muffled noises within his gut. He had no ill will towards his good master and hadnt even intended on harming him, but his belly had needed to be filled. He was sure he'd see him again later. After all, he'd seen other fish after he'd eaten them, and his mind didnt know the difference.

11:10 Rylar can't fight against the muscular motion that pushes him into the steamy stomach, a chamber even more rancid and heated than the crop. Once he's firmly inside he tries to take a breath, but his head swims, his consciousness fades, and he blacks out entirely. No amount of discipline and focus can carry him through that. He gives out completely and meets his end right there in the sloshing chamber, nothing more than meat and bones to fuel the handsome gryphon he'd been so proud of.

11:18 GyroFeather lays there on the bridge, dosing as hsi stomach goes to work, breaking down what remains of his master now that he's expired, mixing him into the already active chyme that was working to turn the flavorful fish into a stew. His stomach slowly softens and rounds out, and after laying there for a couple hours, he begins to feel some anxiety.

11:19 GyroFeather takes to his wings and makes his way to his master's tower, where he lands and trots in the grphon door. All the while, his pink leash dangles behind him. Making his way inside, he then looks around for his master and gives a soft sad chirp upon finding no one home. With a sigh, he makes his way to his favorite spot in the interior gardens and closes his eyes once more, letting his body take care of what remains of his master.

11:21 GyroFeather , finally, upon waking, feels a pressure in his throat that urges him to find the recepticle that he had to drop them into. It was a large pot, that his master emptied occasionally, digging through it to pull out important ingredients and materials for spells. Hecoughs and gags, bringing up a football sized mass that appears in his gulet, before then peaking out of his beak. It splatters down into the pot with a metalic ting, a mass of bones, both rat and fish, dotted with pretty scales and white fur.

11:22 GyroFeather returns to his spot and begins to sleep. Days pass and his master fails to return and he grows hungry once more. Had his master gone on another trip? The bird then finds that the usual places where food is left are empty and gives a soft chipr, calling for food. Days later still, the gryphon would finally run off, only to get captured and repurposed as someone else's pet, to live out the rest of his days in happiness.

11:23 < Rylar> (( Beautiful~ Did you want the temp or perma? If so, how long? ))

11:24 < Gyro> Hmm I think that was a fitting end for the rodent dont you?~ Forever makes his glossier~

11:25 < Rylar> (( Hm? Well then, I'm glad to be your first, and a finer send off I could not hope for~

11:25 < Rylar> Can you PUB me the logs while I edit my profile?

11:25 < Rylar> Er, Note. It's called Note on here.

11:25 < Gyro> sure!

11:35 < Gyro> I need to get a nice fully belly commission at some point :P

11:35 < Rylar> Hehe. :)

11:37 < Rylar> https://www.f-list.net/c/rylar

11:38 < Gyro> :D ~~~

11:39 < Rylar> I see the little note you added about indefinite under your perma. I will admit I will likely ask to be freed at some later point, however...

11:40 < Rylar> I consider that to be something that must be mutually agreed to, and I do enjoy submission to the predator even at that juncture.

11:40 < Rylar> If I ask for his release later you are perfectly free to say no.

11:40 < Gyro> Alright ^^

11:41 < Rylar> I'm gonna hang around and see what you put in your profile, but after that I intend to hit the hay. It's rather late/early.

11:41 < Gyro> For the moment I'm jst gonna copy/past yours. I'll probably add a bit to it later ^^

11:42 < Rylar> Oh! And I hope you don't mind my keeping my current avatar. Replacing it with a belly pic freaks out some of my friends.

11:42 < Gyro> Nah I dont mind

11:45 < Rylar> I will say that was one of the more enjoyable RPs I have had in a good, long time. You are an excellent partner. I am usually not much for focusing on the more "disgusting" aspects of vore, but find it to be fun with you.

11:46 < Rylar> Do you by chance want my Steam or Skype?

11:46 < Gyro> I'm trying to get away from steam

11:47 < Rylar> Also you spelled it Ryrlar in the icon tag.

11:47 < Gyro> bah I'll fix that xP

11:47 < Gyro> err get away from skype I mean

11:47 < Gyro> steam is fine, I'm gyrobirb`

11:47 < Gyro> steam is fine, I'm gyrobirb~

11:47 < Gyro> stupid shift key xP

11:47 < Gyro> also my telegram is @GyroTech if you want

11:48 < Rylar> I don't use telegram, never quite got used to it.

11:48 < Rylar> But I sent you a FR on Steam. For now I'm gonna duck off. Take care, mouse-eater.

11:48 < Gyro> nini