Getting in to the Wrong Bathroom

13 September 2016

21:18 < Arctic> hiss hiss snek snke

21:19 < Arctic> So, what kind of setting would Gyro be nommed in?

21:19 < Gyro> Hmmm idk!

21:21 < Gyro> trying to think...sorry for being terrible xP

21:22 < Arctic> Forest Path, Park, Bar, etc?

21:25 GyroFeather certainly was an exotic looking bird, one that would catch the eye in any location. The gryphon was out and about around town, scurrying around, before deciding to take a rest at one of the city parks. He had an event in about an hour to attend to, and so steps into the bathroom and begins to preen and primp himself infront of one of the mirrors.

21:26 < Gyro> (Still think it would have been fun for amp to eat him after tricking him into taking her home :P

21:26 < Arctic> (Amp doesn't normally pred though.)

21:26 < Gyro> (You have it on yes :P)

21:27 < Arctic> (That was just for general stuff that I'm good for, haven't gone in and fine tuned them per character)

21:28 < Arctic> (Is this public or private bathrooms?)

21:28 < Gyro> (public! Its in a park)

21:29 < Arctic> (I mean like the gender-separate bathrooms, or the ones with locking doors for one pony at a time)

21:30 < Arctic> (I've seen several parks that have both or just one of those kinds)

21:30 < Gyro> (Oh! Probably gender separate)

21:30 < Gyro> (multi people)

21:31 < Arctic> (How high is the chance that bird accidentally goes into the wrong bathroom?)

21:31 < Gyro> (If you want that to happen thats fine, otherwise arctic might have followed him in. your choice (

21:36 Arctic Scales opened the door to one of the bathroom stalls to see the griffon admiring himself in the mirror. Her eyebrows raise, only to lower seductively. Her tail, as long as eight ponies, slithers out of the stall, the tip of the tail prodding Gyro in the side. "Hey~, what's a cute griffon like you in here?" She asks, as she pokes her body pokes around the side of the bathroom stall.

21:39 GyroFeather was far too busy attending to his feathers, running his beak over his wings and putting his claw up to his crests to even notice as the lamiapony slides on out of the stall. He gives a little squawk and perks up as he feels the poke upon his side and then turns to see a mare in the room. "O-oh? I'm just cleaning up is all...I've got a thing to go to in a bit," he responds, a bit of surprise hanging in his voice.

21:42 Arctic Scales fully exits the stall, the full girth of her tail covering about a quarter of the bathroom's floor. "Oh, is that so? You sure you aren't in the mare's room for... [i]other reasons[/i]?" She says, slowly sliding her way over to the bird.

21:44 GyroFeather gives a little gulp and shudders nervously on his feet as he looks over at the snake. They always made him feel rather intimidated, and his shuffling made it show. "The...mare's room? I assure you this is where the tiercel's are supposed to go...and how do you even know? Are you looking?" He asks with a bit of a snort.

21:49 Arctic Scales points her tail at a sign by the door, clearly indicating a female figure. "Well, it looks like little birdie got lost in the wrong room!" Her tail begins to slither between his legs, before curling up and brushing against his back. "I'm sure I could help you find your way back..." Her pony body is a mere two feet from the tiercel, staring him in the eye. "...Or something~."

21:51 GyroFeather shivers as he feels the tail slither up between his legs, sliding against his sheath, before it then curls against his back. He then then takes a step away from the sink and then clenches his beak. "Well...I think I can find my own way back from here. There's no real rush I assure you." He responds hit nervousness.

21:51 < Arctic> (jeez you type fast)

21:52 < Gyro> (I have a tad bit of practice under my belt :B

21:57 Arctic Scales brings her face muzzle-to-beak with the bird as her tail begins to coil around the his belly, the coldness of it's scales very noticeable. "You're right, there is no real rush. How about you stay here a bit?" She shifts a portion of her tail to block the door from opening, maintaining eye contact with the griffon.

21:57 < Arctic> (Hypnosis, Y/N?)

21:58 < Gyro> (Dats on you!)

22:00 GyroFeather shivers as teh cool scales slide down around his belly before he's drawn to face her, his beak pressing against her snout. He pulls his head back and then turns to look towards the door. He shuffles back and forth in the coils, trying to pull himself out. "Well..miss...I'd love to...but now you're sort of ruining my feathers...which was the whole point in me coming in here to begin with."

22:04 Arctic Scales coils her tail up around Gyro's stomach a couple more times before making it slither up around the back of his head, turning it to face him again. Suddenly, the griffon finds his focus being drawn into the lamia's eyes, their slits condensed into sharp lines. "I don

22:04 < Arctic> (frigging enterkey

22:06 < Arctic> 't think that's your biggest issue right now." She says, seductively. Her forked tongue comes out and licks the tip of his beak. "Surely, you could waste a few more minutes with me, can't you?"

22:11 GyroFeather feels the coils tighten around his body and the force him to lock his emerald eyes with hers as she stares back at him. He gives a little squawk at that as she stares down at him. As the tongue tickles across his beak, leaving a little trail of slime. "B-but...I really need to land that contract..." he protests. As she changes her tone and invites him, he feels a little bit of himself slipping away into those eyes moment by moment, losing his resolve.

22:17 Arctic Scales licks around Gyro's face, dripping saliva all over it. "Do you really? All I see you [i]needing[/i] right now is a nice, relaxing time in my coils." She stops licking and looks the tiercel [i]directly[/i] in the eye. "That sounds nice, doesn't it? Just... relax..." She says, calmly, placing a light kiss on his beak.

22:20 GyroFeather shudders as the cool slime is worked into his feathers, pulling a bit of the fruity flavor that he smelled of off onto her tongue. The usually clean bird doesnt care though as he stares deep into the mare's eyes. "Y-yes...that sounds absoultly lovely~" He responds, and then meets her kiss with a peck of his own.

22:28 Arctic Scales breaks eye contact now that she knows that he's under her trance. "Good. Now, since I'm providing you with such I nice place to relax, how about we make the experience a little bit better?" She suggests, beginning to rub her tail back and forth over his sheath. She lays back on her tail a bit, presenting her cloaca a few feet down her tail. It's large scales begin to shift out of the way, revealing her pink, snake-like marehood. She lifts the griffon up a foot in the air in her coils and inches him closer to the decently large hole that has a clear liquid slowly secreting from it.

22:34 GyroFeather shivers and feels his sheath begin to swell under the gentle rubbings. His eyes follow her face even as hse breaks the eye contact, giving a satisfied little nod towards her. "A very nice place to relax...yess..I quite like it here." He hangs limply as she lifts him back towards the open hole and then brings his beak down to lick and nuzzle upon it. "So lovely~" he purrs as his tongue darts along the sensitive flesh inside of it.

22:39 Arctic Scales sighs in pleasure as the catbird's tongue darts around her marehood, licking up the cool juices. "Mmm, just like that..." Her tail, now decently thick around his waist, grinds against the now-expanding cock. Its strong muscles eliciting a very vivid sense of pleasure in him as it rubs against his shaft.

22:46 GyroFeather feels his shaft begining to peak from his sheath now to spread warm pre against the scales as he grinds his own body back against her form. He smiles wide at the edges of his beak, and then pushes himself deeper still, licking along the slickened walls. The wonderful feminine scent and gentle teasings soon bring the stallion out to full mast.

22:52 Arctic Scales lets out a moan before ceasing her grinding and moving Gyro away from her slick marehood. "Well, this is fun, but I think I know a way to make it even more fun!" She makes Gyro 'wake up' from his trance, before getting up into his face. "Let's play a game, you and me. I'm rather hungry, and from the looks of it, you're rather aroused~. If I make you cum first, I get to eat you! If you manage to make me cum first, then I'll satisfy you as much as you please and let you go. Sound fun?" She giggles, somewhat scarily. "Doesn't matter if it sounds fun or not, we're doing it anyways! After all, food is always tastier when it's scared~." She pauses for a moment, before continuing. "Oh, and better get started quickly, I'm giving you a short head start."

23:01 < Gyro> (Bah sorry about that got distracted)

23:01 < Arctic> (It's good)

23:06 GyroFeather has a trail of dripping marejuice that links his muzzle to her slit before it breaks from the distance. He then blinks a couple times before looking into the snake's eyes. He gives a little gulp and then shakes his head at the suggestion, smelling her hot foul breath as it wafts over his face. He tries to pull his head away, squirming in his arousal. "W-waht...but...I dont think we need to do that...I've got somewhere to be." He then frowns as she turns his fears away. "H-how am I supposed to get a head start if you've pulled yourself away?" He asks with a shiver in his voice. "I'm not food..."

23:08 Arctic Scales pushes her slit into his face as she begins to idly rub at his cock. "You'll only be food if you don't win the game!" She chuckles lightly.

23:13 GyroFeather clenches his beak shut as he feels the gentle rubbing upon his shaft and then plunges his head down into he slit, licking gently against the walls and making sure to rub all of his tickly feathers as best as he could into her soft flesh. He tries to free a claw to press into her buttion down there. He had to win this sick little game, even though she'd gotten a head start, getting him to the point where he was leaking pre against her scales.

23:20 Arctic Scales begins to tighten her grip around the bird as her soft moaning starts up again. Her cold tail grinding against Gyro's shaft with a surprisingly strong force. Not quite eliciting pain, but the bird is certainly feeling a fair bit of discomfort. "Ah, hows it going down there, food?"

23:22 GyroFeather shudders as he feels the tight squeezing of the body against his shaft, feeling his cock twitching and drizzling in her grip, but the pressure helped to keep him under wraps as well. Hopefully she didnt find his week spot underneath his tail. He gasps and shudders but continues to lick and nibble at the soft flesh inside. He had to win.

23:23 < Arctic> (Ooh, it's almost like you're begging me to go for that~)

23:29 Arctic Scales continues to run her thick, cold tail across the tiercel's shaft, tightening and loosing gradually. She humps back and forth lightly against his beak, trying to get the tongue further in. Feeling the strength behind his licking due to his determination to win causes her to shudder. "Ooh, you're really into this, aren't you? If you keep this up, you might just win!" Although, she was secretly snaking the tip of her tail around towards the griffons underside, unbeknownst to the griffon, awaiting it's moment to strike his tight hole should the need arise.

23:38 GyroFeather presses his tongue even deeper into her, pushing his beak down so that his head squelches into her cool slick chamber. His hot breath pants out over her soft walls as he squirms in her coils, feeling the rising pressure, but he manages to keep it at bay. "N-no...Just I'm not food..." he says, muffled by the soft flesh. He give a grunt, unaware taht her tail was nearing his tail hole. He was very sensitive along the prostate, and a secret dirty wish of his was to be reamed back there.

23:43 Arctic Scales contracts her muscles for a moment, squeezing the poor griffon. She lets out a loud moan that resounds around the bathroom walls. "A-ah!" She bites her lip for a moment, trying to regain control. "H-hah, almost had me there. I guess I should wrap this up nice and quick!" She says. As his cock is squished by the powerful tail, Gyro is made aware of the presence of the scaly tail right on the exterior of his tail hole. "Sorry, chicken. Was fun while it lasted, but I'm hungry, and a hungry snake gets what she wants!"

23:47 GyroFeather winces as he feels the powerful shudder of the walls over his form, briefly throwing off his licking, before he returns to it. He was soo close now. He had to win, and yet at the same time his shaft was twitching. The bird freezes as he feels the tip fo the tail right against his starfish and then drops his tail down to try and block it, but its certainly too late. The bird was right on the edge now, and as he licks and nibbles, he fights for the last to finish, even though it might certainly be futile.

23:55 Arctic Scales constricts the bird tightly, simultaneously quickly penetrating his anus with her tail. "G-Game Over," She says, also fighting to hold on. The tight walls of Gyro's tail hole pulsate around her tail as she thrusts it in and out, starting slowly, but quickly getting into a faster rhythm. After a few seconds, it's pumping in and out of his quivering form.

23:59 GyroFeather lasts for only a couple thrusts before his body shudders and then a hot burst of seed spurts forth from his aching shaft. The bird gives a loud moan of pleasure even as his head is burried deep into her quivering tunnel. The liquid runs down over her scales, leaving a warm trail over her otherwise cool body. THe poor bird is racked with pleasure that he doesnt want, as a wave of fear also rushes over his mind.

00:09 Arctic Scales squeezes Gyro extremely tightly mere moments after, as she too reaches climax. Her cool, wet walls pulsate around the bird's feathery head as she shoves her tail far into his anal cavity. It twitches against his prostate as liquids spurt into his face. A mixture between a high-pitched moan and a hiss comes from the snakepony's mouth as she bucks against the bird's head. After her climax fades, she pants heavily. "H-hah, close one." She loosens her grip on the bird just enough to let him breathe again, and tilts him so that he's vertical, tail still deep within him. Her slit eyes go to the white spunk leaking out from between her tight coils. Leaning down to lick some of it up, she says, "Impressive. Not many ponies are able to last the long in my coils." She licks up a particularly large glob of cum. "[i]Mmm...[/i] I have to say, you taste delicious. I can just imagine what you'll taste like going down my maw~." She twitches her tail against his prostate again, as she licks upwards towards his head.

00:14 GyroFeather shivers as the tunnel convulses and twitches around him, pulling his head back out fo teh walls as he's coated in her cool feminine juices. His feathers are practically dripping with her fluids as he removes himself, still panting hard from the sensation in his rump. He squrims, feeling the tail actually working deeper inside of him and putting in more pressure. "Y-you lost...there was taht first one before you went inside of me. That was a mini orgasm," he argues, hoping to earn himself some freedom. He grunts and pants hard as her coils loosen and tries to pull away. He grimaces as she licks up a long wet streak and then pull s his head away. "N-no...you dont get to eat me...I won..." he argues, even as teh tongue licks up his feathers, replacing her sweet taste with her sour drool.

00:20 Arctic Scales stops right at his beak, giving him a light peck on the tip once more, but this time it was much messier, more than just saliva trailing when she break away. "Excuses, all they're good for is making me want to eat you more." She licks some of her juices from the griffon's head. "Now, you can go down nice and easy, and I make it enjoyable for you. Or, you can go down fighting, and I make it [i]really[/i] enjoyable for you. I cant guarantee that you'll make it to my stomach unharmed with the latter, though." The tail up by Gyro's head begins to unwrap as she gets into position to gulp down the bird.

00:25 GyroFeather darts his head forward and snaps at the lip as she gives him a peck, drawing a bit of blood from the scales. He narrows his eyes at the snake and then lets out a loud growl. "You're violating your own rules of the games," he shouts, wrinkling his face as the smell of her breath still lingers upon his head. He's forced to endure the cool slimy licks of her tongue until the tail unwraps from his head. at that point he pulls it as far away form her as he can, not that he has much hope of escaping at this point. "Let me go! I'm not food."

00:31 Arctic Scales shakes her head. "I clearly tasted cum when I went down there to taste. Struggle all you want, there's no denying the fact that I won." Giving a thrust against his prostate, she says, "Now, lets get this started, food. Or would you rather me call you dinner, or chicken? Doesn't really matter in a moment, as all you're going to be is energy for me to use eating some other pony." She gives one last, long lick to the top of Gyro's feathered head, before unhinging her lower jaw a mere foot from his face for him to see. She thrusts her tail even deeper into his anus, it's opening now stretching about several inches in diameter.

00:35 GyroFeather narrows his eyes at he snake as she brings her head down towards him. He lets out a loud maon as she thrusts her tail up into his prostate and then lets out a whine. "N-no...I mean yes...but you also cummed...you finished before me..." he argues back. He squirms in her grip, turning his head away and feeling rather low as she calls him all sorts of demeaning names, though dinner seems to provoke the greatest reaction. He folds his feathers flat as she licks his crests before he's graced with a sight of her pink slippery gullet, drenched with drool and spreading wide enough to engulf his body. The back of the tunnel ends in darkness, seeming to go on with convulsing flesh forever.

00:40 Arctic Scales leans forward, disregarding any complaints the griffon had. The long, forked tongue teases down his neck as his face is engulfed by her gaping maw. She thrusts in and out of his anus, starting slow but speeding up again, just as she did early, only this time going much deeper. By the time his entire head is engulfed, the thrusts reach the same force and speed as they had when the bird came. Each thrust brushes across his prostrate as her tongue dances down his chest, her cold tail slipping away as she goes. His arms are still constrained, but at this point his shoulders and wing joints have a bit of wiggle room.

00:44 GyroFeather grunts as he feels himself steadily enveloped in the cool muscles of the snake. The jaws spread like a glove over his beak and then his face, matting down his already slickened feathers before he's drawn into the slippery flesh beyond. It squishes down around his face, prmopting him to struggle as his feathers are saturated and his head is overwhelmed by the sour smell of her drool which clings to his face and permeates everything. He shudders at each thrust, feelign the tail edging him deeper into the snake's jaws as the teeth slowly hook into his body, drawing him down the one way passage. He wiggles his wings and shoulders, doing his best to slip free of her grip, no matter how futile his attemps may seem.

00:49 Arctic Scales takes a particularly big gulp, pushing the griffon's beak back into her throat. His arms and wings are now trapped inside her maw as she licks around his feathered sides coating them with drool. She keeps going, swallowing Gyro into her esophagus. She pauses for only a moment when her lips reach his waist, blocked by the still semi-erect shaft. She snakes her tongue around it and gives it a few more licks, before giving one last thrust of her tail, as deep as it would go into his rectal cavity. The pulsating walls of her throat knead the bird as pain and pleasure shoot through his brain.

00:53 GyroFeather 's head bulges out into the throat of the snake as he continues to make muffled protests, that interspruse with moans as his tail hole is continued to be abused by the pumping tail. He lets out a sqeal as he feels the tail press even deeper still, stretching him out wider than he'd ever gone before...and at htis rate would likely again. He squirms against the hot flesh as her tongue licks over his shaft, shuddering at the mix of sensations, knowing that he was destined as snake food at his point. His body seems to just get drawn deeper and deeper, making a soft curve in the throat as the snake's orientation changed.

00:56 Arctic Scales gulp, dragging the meal slightly further down. This moves him just enough for her to take his cock into her mouth and start to run her tongue along its underside. Her tail twitches for a moment in his rectal cavity, trying to prolong the pleasure from that before it has to end. She mashed his cock between her slick tongue and his underbelly, wet with miscellaneous liquids. She savors the lingering taste of the cum from early as she tries to milk it for more.

00:58 GyroFeather gives a soft whine as he feels his sheath begining to plump out once more udner the steady abuse of teh mare, slowly drawing himself back up to full mast and causing the old fluids to drizzle forth as he prepares for another load. The unicorn squirms his hips lightly, feeling the thick tail twitching back and forth in his aching tunnel. He gives a soft grunt followed by anothe rmoan as his hips begin to grind into the cool slick tongue beneath him.

01:02 Arctic Scales lightly gnaws on Gyro's backside, moving her tail back and forth, but slowly making it move out of his rectal cavity. It still elicits a decent amount of pleasure sure to how deep it is, though. She runs her agile, forked tongue up and down the cock quickly, mashing against it, trying to get it to pump out its tasty spunk one last time before she swallows the rest of the bird whole.

01:04 GyroFeather squirms and shudders as he feels teh assault upon his sensitive flesh once more, and soon enough, is brought to another head, spurting his salty seed all over the tongue and splattering his own body with his fluids. His claws press out against the walls of the throat as he remains half gulped within her, causing bulges to show through the scales.

01:09 Arctic Scales savors the taste of the salty spunk for a moment or two before tilting her head far back and swallowing. Gyro is squished inside of her esophagus as his hind legs enter her maw and throat. Her tail pulls out of his tail hole as he goes fully into her throat. She continues swallowing for a few more seconds until he makes his way fully into her tail. Lifting the portion of tail that contains the meal up to her head, and following the bulge as it makes it way down her massive tail, she talks to the griffon inside. "So, Dinner, how's it feel in there? Nice and comfy?"

01:12 GyroFeather falls limp as he finishes a second time, allowing her to gulp him down rather quickly, as his flanks and the hind legs, followed by his feathered tail disappear into her mouth, before the lips seal behind them, casting him inside her entirely. His entire body kicks and squirms as he feels himself steadily moving deeper until his head pushes into her foul stomach, followed by the rest of his body. The smelly air assaults his nostrils and makes him cough as the scent permeates the hamber. He kicks and scrabbles upon the slippery walls as she talks to him, leaving him surrounded by the gurgling of her stomach and thumping heart. "Its all gross and slimy...let me go!"

01:20 Arctic Scales laughs. "I mean, I [i]could[/i] regurgitate you, but I'm not going to. In fact, I'm still feeling rather hungry. I did say I could show you to the colt's room, how about I take you there, and see about finding some friendly stallion to join you? I think I'll name them... Dessert. A fitting name to go with Dinner, hm?" She prods at the bulge in her stomach, hearing Dinner slosh around inside. "Oh and get comfy. Due to how long a cold-blooded creature like me takes to digest food, you'll probably be in there until you starve!" Upon hearing the gurgling and squelching within her stomach, even after having a meal, she desides to head over to the colt's room and eat whoever might be unfortunate enough to be in there. "We're going to get to know eachother so well, Dinner! Well, for the few days that you have before you run out of food or water, that is."

01:22 < Arctic> (This sound like a good ending point?)

01:22 < Gyro> (I dont know...meeting dessert sounds like fun! But uhh probably not tonight :P)

01:23 < Arctic> (I'd be okay with continuing this, I should go to bed soon-ish.)

01:23 < Arctic> Anyways, G'night dindins~

01:23 < Gyro> nini meaniesnake!