Comiserating Between the Cursed

17 September 2016

08:48 Heremes nods and inclines his head, softly rumbling a chuckle. "Heh. True. I daresay I keep odd hours which accounts for being awake when others are asleep." He waves to the other wakee too.

08:48 GyroFeather sleepily makes his way through the front doors and then plods over towards the bar. He takes a seat next so some other gryphon and then orders a grapefruit mimosa. The sour bitter cocktail perks him up some as he glances around the room.

08:54 Heremes hehs at Gyro and caws, "Hey, long time no see."

08:57 GyroFeather grins and gives the other gryphon a nod of acknowledgement. "Yep, its been a while indeed~ How's being a bird treating you?"

08:59 Heremes snickers softly. "No worse than yourself I suspect. I don't subscribe to the notion of being a bird. I'm a gryphon, and that's that."

09:01 GyroFeather snorts and rolls his eyes before turning back to his drink. "It seems to be what everyone else calls us. I've even heard other gryphons use the term, so might as well naturalize."

09:10 Heremes eyerolls and shrugs, snickering softly again. "A lot do have seemed to adopt that, perhaps thinking it's cute? I never thought to ask. I don't think most entirely are forgetful of their lower half, in spite of what others might call us. Personally I prefer the term 'kittyhawk' if one was to come up with a cutesey name for us."

09:16 GyroFeather grins even wider at that phrase and then takes another long sip of his drink. "Alright then kiddyhawk~ If that makes you happy. And while the back half might be cat, The more presenting and dare I say prettier half is that of the bird."

09:20 Heremes momentarily flats his ears and flicks his tailtuft a little against the seat of the couch whilst giving a flat look at the other gryph. "KiTTyhawk," he enunciates more firmly. "In relation to your remark, perhaps the avian part is prettier but perhaps not the most versatile."

09:26 GyroFeather laughs at that response. and then brings his feathered tail up to brush against the other gryphon's head. "What's more versatile about the back half? I mean the Avain half...as you insist on calling it, had grasping digits and the power of flight while the kiddy half has paws and a tail. Seems like a no brainer in versatility.

09:31 Heremes absently swipes at the tail with curled talons, and grasps hold of it if possible. Clawtips prickle, adding emphasis to his remark of "Talons are too long to do a lot of fiddly detailed work without trimming them down significantly, and since coming to this realm I've found that some people see manicured talons as indication of weakness." He headshakes.

09:35 GyroFeather feels teh gryphon grab his tail and then swishes it back and forth in his prickly grip causing the base to sway while the feathered tip remains still above his talon. He gives a little shrug at that remark and then puts his nicely trimmed talons on the table, and yet still sharp at teh tips. "Perhaps, but I seem to be a bit of a runt anyways, so I'm not breaking any expectations there."

09:39 Heremes grins at Gyro, but whilst he has hold of the tail he inspects the plumage there, compared to his fluffy leonine tuft. "It might be more accurate to call you a bird since that does seem to be your predominant trait. Curious." He shrugs, and then snickers. "Your colouration also gives the impression of being bred to be a pet for someone, those pastel hues. Some noble lady's pet." His own talons were half an inch long but decidedly sharp. "You don't practice any forms of magic by any chance?"

09:44 GyroFeather 's tail was tipped with three large peacock feathers, though his coloration was all wrong to fully resemble one. "Its only one small tuft...I'd hardly call that negating my back half entirely," he snorts. The bird clenches his beak and then narrows his eyes at Heremes. "Bird is fine, but pet I take offence. I'm hardly a play thing for anyone unless I want to be, and my pastel hues just make me stand out as the pretties thing in the room." He puffs his chest up, fluffling those feathers. "And...I used to...but magic has been taken from me with this form alas..."

09:54 Heremes arches a feathered brow at Gyro, releasing the tail with a look of inquisitiveness. "Taken from you? This form? So you were never hatched as a gryphon either? Hrrrm." He gives Gyro a careful scrutinising study. "As for the pet remark.. if it's truthfully the case that you were never hatched as a gryphon, then I stand by it. We were made to be seen as pets of some sort, specifically designed that way by those whom made us the way we are."

09:54 < Heremes> (( And I might drop out in a few minutes, relocating. I'll be back. ))

10:29 GyroFeather returns his tail behind him with a grunt and glares at the other gryphon, lashing it behind himself now. He finishes off his drink as he feels the eyes of the other studying him even more carefully now. "Yes...taken from me....I used to be a unicorn of a very similar coloration though, so I'd hardly call it design. I upset a powerful shaman once...and they cursed me forever with this form....making me display my hubris to the world or something...I wasnt much paying attention at the time." He responds with a snort. "But I dont think that that makes one a pet."

10:53 Heremes headtilts and hrrrrms. "A horse of a not-so-different color?" He grins, snickering at the once-unicorn and leans back in the couch, although glances at his fiery coloration of his own feathers. "I suppose I should be thankful I wasn't made to have hues like yours however. Tell me, were you a pet as a unicorn, hence that colouring? Normally it's very much associated with being owned by a female. They have a preference for those shades for things they own. I do kind of wonder about those who chose us to be gryphons however, as to what their true motive might be. Teaching us a lesson doesn't quite seem to fit. There's worse that could have been chosen for us."

10:59 GyroFeather face claws at the pun. "If you're gonna be like that, I'm going to need another drink..." He mumbles and then flags down a waitress accordingly. "No...no...I wasnt a pet, and plenty of others where I grew up shared my bright colorations. And I certainly didnt used to think highly of gryphons so I can see why they thought that of me. At least they didnt turn me into a bloody zebra," he grumbles. "I do rather think you seem to have a mind of wanting me to be owned by something though...perhaps you long for a master of your own then?"

11:09 Heremes snickers again at the other gryphon's response. "Hrrrr. You might have ended up as a hippogryph however. Pastel stripey zebra hippogryph?" he muses to himself. The last question has him sigh however, headshaking. "Been owned by a lordling once, being shown off to guests as a wild beast he'd tamed and .. as well as required for other things, it quickly gets tiresome. Only escaped that situation because someone was a bit sloppy after a number of years. No, I've no desire to be owned a second time. And I do apologize, it's difficult to think of you as a free agent with pastel colors like yours. They're so rarely encountered naturally -- except where you grew up, apparently."

11:18 GyroFeather makes a face of absolute horror at that suggestion and then shakes his head to clear the image out of his mind. "N-no...I'll pass on something like that...too terrible to think about." He listens with interest as Heremes details his past as being locked up as he was. "I mean...if you can talk to those guests, doesn't it stand to reason that they'd realize that you aren't just some random animal captured from the wild? And even if they're not encountered naturally very often, I've certainly seen stranger mutations. Its not like coloration is as much of a handicap in this modern world anymore."

11:26 Heremes pins his ears backwards, and clucks his tongue, looking off to one side. "No, I could not talk furing that time. That capability was removed from me. I come from a place predominantly to the point of almost exclusively being humans that are intelligent. There were no gryphons either for that matter. Just some ingenius imagining that was given form when I was made to be like this. It's only when travelling to other realms did I come to realise that perhaps the imaginings might not have been purely a fictitious creation after all. It didn't matter to them that I stood on two feet when I could either." He shrugs, sighs, and headshakes slowly. "What is past is past anyway."

11:38 GyroFeather tilts his head at the other gryphon as he goes on to explain and laughs heartily as the tale goes on. "Humans? Now I know you're pulling my feathers. You mean those pink hairless featherless creatures that appear in fairy stories? You know those arent real right?" The bird snorts and then slides his newly arrived mimosa over towards the other gryphon. "For that though, you can have my drink. Maybe it will loosen you up a tad as well."

11:56 Heremes hrrms? He sure wasn't expecting the offer of a drink, but he accepts it and raises the glass in a salute to the other gryphon. "Humans, yes. And you might think they're mythical but where I come from ... they are a reality." Pinching the bridge of his beak and sipping the mimosa, he rumbles "What will you be having instead if you've given me your drink? Loosen me up? Here I thought I was pretty loose already!"

12:08 GyroFeather shrugs at him, saying, "Well I think I might be in the mood for something a little warmer now anyways." He seems to regard the idea of humans with plenty of skepticism though, based on the look he was giving. "Well...I wanna hear more of these crazy stories that you seem rather reluctant to talk about, even though they certianly have to be purely fictional, or at least caused by an addled brain if you really think them to be true."

12:25 Heremes inclines his head and grins at Gyro, although after another sip of the mimosa, he rumbles "Humans are not some fable still. I'd not have spent a dozen years as some showpiece if they were. No. they exist. Maybe not around here, but they exist. Just as much as gryphons exist." Arching his neck though he does firmly add, "And my brain's not addled in the slightest, you don't get to be an alchemist without being attentive to details."

12:34 GyroFeather flags down the waitress again and orders his drink, a coffee heavy with irish cream, while the Heremes attends to his own. "A pretty little kittyhawk displayed to bunch of private collectors? I must admit, I do enjoy being admired and pampered maybe even more than the next gryph, but something like that would get tiring, being trapped in such a small space. And alchemy huh? Well then, what interesting spectacles do you have on display? Do you have anything that makes a bird a little bigger down south? Not that I need it."

12:41 Heremes leans back, clinking the glass against his beak in thought. "It wasn't bad at first, but you're right it does get tiresome quickly. As for enlargement? Hrrrm." Tonguing the tip of his beak in deep thought, he finally acknowledges, "I don't have anything specifically for altering such aspects. Making someone bigger or smaller overall, yes. Sustained erections as well. It's doable but would require time devoted to creating such." He snickers, refocusing his gaze on Gyro. "So if you have no need of it, what do you intend to use such for? Some mate or other so he can mount you more fully?"

12:49 GyroFeather blushes a bit underneath his purplish pink feathers and turns his head away. "N-no...it was purely more for intellectual curiosity, that's all," he protests, though the thought that Heremes puts in his mind has him shifting about on the barstool as his sheath plumps out ever so slightly. His coffee arrives just in time, so he turns to that without offering up another reply. The sweet and yet bitter taste of the coffee rolls down his tongue as he tips the edge out into his beak. He purrs gently at the flavor, decidedly focusing on it instead of the gryphon beside him, or at least attempting to, but his thoughts wandered into lewder places.

12:55 Heremes was content to remain quiet himself for those minutes, his own thoughts purely upon the process of creating such a concoction perhaps. Either way as he sips his given drink, he was gazing off into the middle distance over therim of his glass, not even quite realising he'd drained it entirely for some seconds. Flustered after realising that he lowers the glass and harrumps to himself. "Curiosity. Right." He thumps his tailtuft against the couch, snickers, and then asks Gyro, "What drink was that called? I think I might have another of them."

13:01 GyroFeather snaps out of his thoughts and sets down his half downed mug of coffee as he hears the skepticism in the other's voice. He huffs at the implications and then gives the other gryphon a soft thwap with his feathered tail. "Yes curiosity, it was an entirely innocent question. " His eyes catch the thumping tail and then following down to the gryphon's rump while the other laughs. They linger there for a few moments before the next question. "It's called a mimosa..well that won was a grapefruit mimosa. Usually they're made with orange juice.

13:12 Heremes caws, taken by surprise with the thwap of the tail upon his head, ears splayed briefly like a scolded feline. It was gone as quick as it appeared, swiping at the other gryphon's feathered tail. "Harrump. I was curious about your curiosoty, no harm in that, yes?" The explanation given, fiery red feathers of his crest rise marginally and he nods once, talontip chiming against the empty glass of his. "As for the drink, thankyou. Just so I know what it is so I can get another." Rather than flag down one of the waitstaff himself however, he rearranges his satchel at his side and gets to his feet to pad over to the bar and order another. In passing though, his own tufted tail flicks and aims a thwap in turn upon Gyro's head.

13:19 GyroFeather pulls his tail away and snickers as he sees the ears part, puffing himself up almost triumphantly. Gyro frowns then as his companion gets up to get another, but does spread out all the way across the couch as Heremes begins to walk towards the bar. His own pair of crests fall flat at the thunk upon his head, which he shakes. His eyes follow the gryphon's toned rump all the way to the bar as he moves, brining yet further thoughts to the tiercel. Laying on his side, his now exposed sheath twitches and plumps as he watches the sway, occasionally getting a glimpse of his companion's hanging orbs. His own tail twitches idly behind him.

13:31 Heremes wasn't showing much truthfully, wearing a pair of shortened jeans covered up much of his rump. He'd apparently modified them to have a button in the back to allow his tail to stick out with ease. Jeans did give some hints of his toned posterior, but the anthro was at least suited for going out in public besides the club. Having succeeded with the thwap upon gyro's head however, he hummed some wordless tune whilst going to the bar and getting a new drink for himself. Of course when he returns with his drink to find Gyro had taken the whole couch and the spot he'd warmed with his own rear, he stops and clucks his tongue. "Hey now, where am I going to sit if you're hogging the whole seat?"

13:32 < Heremes> (( And I have to AFK for half hour ))

13:33 < Gyro> (Alrighty ^^ feel free to poke when you get back ^^)

15:09 GyroFeather did enjoy as little as was showing though. He did suppose it was feral privilege that they weren't as expected by society to wear things all the time. He waits patiently for what seems like nearly forever as the other gryphon goes to get his drink and then actually ends up begining to snooze some. He's brought out of his doze when the other gryphon clucks at him. "Well...you took so long I decided to get comfortable. The bird then shifts his body back back against the couch leaving the front half a cushion open for his pal. "There, that should be enough room for the kiddyhawk."

15:24 < Gyro> (hermes I dropped internet for a moment if you posted)

15:28 Heremes eyerolls and clucks his tongue again at Gyro. "You take up too much room. Budge over, and thanks for keeping my seat warm." That said, he tucks his tail down beneath his rump and sits himself down on that bit of the cushion showing. He then wriggles, pushing against the other gryphon in making more room for himself on that seat, mindful of his held drink so as to not spill any. "Move over a little more, won't you?"

15:32 GyroFeather rolls his eyes and shuffles a little bit more back against the cushion. When he realizes that perhaps he wont create quite enough space he gives a groan and tucks his hind legs back against his body for the larger gryphon to slip in. He then shuffles and turns around as Heremes gets settled to drape his front half around the lap of the other bird. "I'm not that big.."

15:43 Heremes harrumps. "Big enough." They probably massed similarly enough that contesting the seats was fairly equal, although he snickers when Gyro gave up the seat and allowed him to settle back down in his previous spot, wings tucked neatly at his back and resuming his previous lounged position. He takes a short swig of his mimosa and nods, purring faintly, even with his lap partly claimed by the other gryphon. To his mind however there wasn't a need for that, there was plenty of room for them both on the couch before he got up for the bar. "Not that big, no, but you seemed to favor your catlike half it seems trying to claim the lions share of the couch."

16:03 GyroFeather rolls his eyes at that and then nestles down even further into the other gryphon's lap, rubbing his chest down into the soft fur. "And I thought earlier that you considred me more bird than cat?" He asks with a chuckle. Gyro curls his tail around to brush it right up against Heremes's own. "I've given you half of the couch now anyways. I think your fur is more comfortable tahn the cushions.

16:11 Heremes reaches to tweak Gyro's crestfeathers with the hand not holding his glass, but doesn't disturb the catbird too much than that. His tufted tail sticking out to the side from beneath a thigh of his flicks, subconsciously brushing back against Gyro's own. "You are, I think. just I think you let the cat part get the better of you." He rolls his hips beneath Gyro but decides not to complain. It was warm and the weight was comforting in its own way. "Given me the half which I had before, you mean. Although I don't know if my lap is more comfortable than the cushions however. My fur either." The jeans of his did cover most of his legs, right down to the mid-calf.

16:19 GyroFeather raises his crest feathers as the claw grabs at them and then flutters his free wing ever so slightly. Gyro begins to purr softly, creating a low rumble that Heremes would feel even more than he'd hear, vibrating the other gryphon's legs. "I mean, I could have very well kept it all to myself you know. You did give up your seat to run off to the bar." He goes silent and closes his eyes, twining it around the other's tail and brushing his feathers over the tuft. "Besides...i feel like the cat instincts are the stronger of the pair. The know what a gryphon wants the most~"

16:32 Heremes clucks his tongue and harrumphs testily. "I did not give up my seat one bit. I just needed a refill of my glass." That said, he wasn't complaining that much. Relaxing there, combing his short talons through the peacock gryph's headfeathers like one might pet a kitty, he was purring a little more deeply. Part of that was to do with the weight in his lap and the rub of his tail which flicks, although it does cause a stirring and stiffening within his jeans under Gyro's chest. When he realises what effect it was happening a little later though, he snickers softly, arching one feathered brow. Surreptitiously shivering, he shifts in his seat carefully under the other gryph. An awkward situation. "Hrrrm. Instinct can be quite difficult. Cat, bird, both."

16:43 GyroFeather is rather enjoying himself there as he lays on the legs, continuing to purr loudly and contentedly. His feathers rise and fall underneath the talons, which he would find to be rather soft and downy. The bird wraps his tail a little bit tighter around that of heremese until his tail is at its limits. Gyro can feel the slight stiffening beneath his head through the pants and then, with a sly grin on his face, begins to rub his head right down between the other gryphon's legs. "That it can be, and yet, it can be wonderful to give in to too~"

16:51 Heremes clucks his tongue, although faintly, flushed cheekfeathers almost copying Gyro's pastel hues. Found out about what sort of effect the gryph was having on him, he did glance round with ears partly splayed on his head. The twined tail flicks again, and he delicately coughs. A cough that becomes a short startled yip at Gyro's boldness. Within his jeans that confined shaft twitches, responding to that firm rub even through the fabric and he swiftly grasps for the other gryphon's ears to pull his head back up."Hey, not here, not like th-that! I'm not ready to give in to such things right now!"

16:57 GyroFeather doesn't have ears, but Hermes does succeed in grabbing a clawful of feathers with his swipe, causing the smaller bird to raise his head slightly. He looks up and tries to muster a confused look at the other, though it most certainly falls flat. "I dont know what you're talking about? What sort of instincts do you mean to give in to?" The gryphon then shuffles one of his forlegs forward to rest right up against the twitching bulge down inside of those pants. "Hmmmmmm?" he asks, ensuring that their tails are close together, though it seems that the peacock was begining to slide his own down toeards the other gryphon's tail base.

17:04 Heremes 's breath whistles faintly though his nostrils, the prickle of the sharp claws at Gyro's scalp potentially painful or warning. He rumbles, "Don't play innocent with me," quite sharply, the hand still holding his drink trembling, wobbling and shaking, threatening to splash its contents over the pair of them. He then adds in a lower voice, barely above a whisper, "[sub]And some instincts are ones not everyone dares give in to.[/sub]" He rolls his hips although the entwined tails mean his doing so pulls on them. "You know well what I mean, too. I know you do."

17:18 GyroFeather inhales a sharp breath as he feels the claws pressing a little further into his scalp, threatening to draw just a tag bit of blood. He gives a soft nod at the other gryphon, knowing that he was certainly found out. The bird gives a soft squawk as he feels his tail pulled and snickers, moving that nearby claw just a bit into that thrust. "Oh...but these particular instincts are so much fun. It certainly happens around the club often enough...or do you think you need one of those enhancement potions you appear not to have?~" He teases, not taking his companion too seriously.

17:29 Heremes growls faintly, although it sounded more of an unhappy growl than one of anger, looking around for a place to put his drink down. There wasn't really anyplace and he elects to swill it back in two hasty gulps, empty glass put on the arm of the char quickly and with both hands free he could at least buy a little breathing space, grasping Gyro's claw pressed between his legs. Ears splayed flat and wide and giving him a rather sheepish appearance, he caws at Gyro, "No matter if they're common in the club, I can't let myself go like that, not here." Too self-conscious, he entirely missed the teasing about enhancements.

17:38 GyroFeather doesnt fight the claws as they remove his won from between the gryphon's legs, and instead grins slighly at the other gryphon. With a sweep of his claws he indicates towards one of the back rooms. "You know...they only charge about 10 an hour for one of those private rooms if you're a little nervous about the company. I'm sure I could afford enough time to spend with a handsome specimen such as yourself, and you cant tell me you dont want it. I know what I felt from you moments ago~ So cmon, come with me~" He then rolls on off of the couch, letting his tail slide around towards Heremes's base before letting go.

17:50 Heremes stares at Gyro, the breathng space he needed granted to him at last. He does mutter something about Zeus and curses however, cupping his hands on his crotch as Gyro slides off his lap, carefully shaking his head. "You don't understand." Still shaky, it takes a lot of willpower to be calming himself, whilst watching Gyro. "Another lifetime, another life, sure. But I can't, I daren't. Some situations are just untenable. Too easy to get out of hand."

17:55 GyroFeather frowns at the other bird and then slowly drags his tail underneath Heremes's beak, soflty brushing him with his feathers. "Oh come now, I've handled myself around feral gryphons plenty enough, even some rather big ones. I can handle anything that you bring to the table~" He coos and hen wiggles his toned blue rump in front of the other. Unlike Heremes, this gryphon was completely bare save for the fur he wore, leaving his malehood dangling down between his legs.

18:05 Heremes tilts his head upwards, beak and throat exposed to the tail of Gyro's. When he lowers his head again after the brushing of the tail, it was a rather hopeless look in his green eyes levelled at the other gryphon, still mostly sitting where he wsa although perhaps scooting a little to the edge of the seat. "I'm sure you could, but it's nothing like what you imagine either, nothing like that." One hand clutches his satchel, the other cradled in his lap, his freed tail giving an animated flicking back and forth, but he slowly gets to his feet. Following after Gyro, although looking quite torn.

18:07 GyroFeather leads the other gryphon to one of the back rooms with a little sway in his tail, giving a little wave to teh bartender as he does so. Gyro was sure that whatever the other's hangups were, they probably wouldnt actually be that bad.

18:09 Heremes follows after, casting furtive glances around, deciding to get out from the public eye for a little while at least to help deal with certain 'issues'.

18:10 < Kyprios> Well, that looks like a fun time waiting to happen

18:10 < Lacertius> [sub]I wonder how many gryphons will walk out after[/sub]

18:10 < Ashiko> Three.

18:09 < Gyro> (you do have me rather intrigued I must say~

18:13 GyroFeather pushes open the door to one of the rooms and steps inside, holding it open for the other bird as well. The sheets were fresh and warm upon the bed, and it was rather spacious for the back room of a bar. Seems that the whole thing was set up to be able to host guests far larger than the pair of them. Gyro grins at his timid companion and then gestures him inside. "I've got plenty of experience. Just let me help you take that nervousness away."

18:15 < Heremes> (( Curses and the like produce a strange combination of reluctance even if desire conflicts with it :> ))

18:19 Heremes clucks his tongue, following the gryph inside, one hand clutching his satchel, the other covering his groin to a certain extent, although glimpses show there was quite a stiffness under the fabric, although not anything unexpected either size-wise. He just growfs and headshakes, ears still strangely splayed either side, flat. He makes sure the room's door was closed before turning to his companion. "At least .. I can explain here, a little, without people overhearing."

18:24 GyroFeather closes the door behind them and then hops up onto the soft bed, sinking down into the cushions as he grins at the other. It seems there was only a pair of sheets on the bed as no one was really expected to sleep there. The bird frowns a the other gryphon and then waves him over. "Cmon, you can explain as you pull yourself out of those confining layers that you anthros insist on wearing," he says with a happy chirp with perhaps a tad too much eagerness.

18:33 Heremes voices something like a mewl of a kitten, an expression of distinct uneasiness, glancing towards the closed door but padding on over. He doesn't unbutton his jeans however, not yet anyway. He instead headshakes, and caws "It's not easy to explain. Curses never are." Even as he speaks he was unlatching his satchel and reaching in without looking, staring at the other gryph instead. "I can't just let myself 'go' without certain preparation either."

18:36 < Heremes> (( Actually not sure how much time I've got left though. ))

18:37 < Gyro> (Ya Lacertius just mentioned you went to sleep sometime around now yesterday)

18:37 < Gyro> (If you gotta go, you gotta go. I dont mind pausing it whenever we need to and picking up later. Hardly do I have an RP that doesnt end as such :P

18:39 < Heremes> (( *nods* I try and keep the momentum up in one session if I can but that's sadly not always possible. ))

18:40 < Gyro> (The best suff takse a lot of time and sometimes spans a session or two ^^

18:41 < Gyro> (Also I'm sure you've guessed at this point but he lives with me. Maybe someday we can get a raptor to ravish two kittyhawks at once :P)

18:43 < Heremes> (( I had partly guessed from a comment earlier. Or wondered anyway. Heh. That could be fun too ))

18:44 GyroFeather frowns at the other bird and then lets out a long forlorn sigh as it seems that his partner is still hesitant. "Well...I suppose I'll hear you out then. Tell me about this curse and why you think that it makes you incompatible with yet another cursed kitthawk. Let me tell you, I've never had any odd interactions yet...except when I try to change myself back through magic."

18:51 Heremes pauses some, hand in the satchel and staring at the catbird. "What? Oh. No." He headshakes firmly and flexes his footclaws, scratching the floor. "Nothing that you have to be worried about. Well. A bit but ou said you've handled larger gryphons? Yes?" He takes a deep breath, withdrawing a stoppered metal vial from his satchel, looking fairly unremarkable. "If we're going to do anything then I'm going to have to make myself bigger first. Bigger in general that is, not just down below!" He hastily adds that part, recalling their previous discussion.

18:57 GyroFeather blinks at the other gryphon, the larger gryphon and then tilts his head to the side as Heremes pulls out a little metal flask from his bag. He snickers initially as he hears the bit about enlargement and then afterwards asks, "Make yourself bigger? You're already quite a bit taller than me...even if I do stand on my hind legs." To demonstrate, Gyro stretches out on the bed as far as he can. "But if you feel that you must, I can certainly take you still~"

19:09 Heremes clucks his tongue. "Yesss, make myself bigger." He stares at Gyro, figuring he wasn't really that much smaller even when stretched out. Things got a bit complicated between anthro and non-anthro however. He does nod, then snickers faintly. "I'll forego offering other explanations however." Unhooking his satchel from off his head, he unseals the vial and tilting his head back slightly and pointed pink tongue stuck out, he carefully drips just two drops from the phial onto it. Even after he was sealing the vial and returning it to the satchel, the effects were becoming apparent: the size of the fiery gryph was expanding, growing larger by the inches, right there in front of Gyro's eyes. He had to move quickly too in sitting down on the bed, tugging his jeans off before they bust on him.

19:15 GyroFeather just shakes his head and shrugs, waiting patiently for the gryphon to prepare. He watches as Heremes upturns the vial, dropping just a little from it, and yet it seems quite potent indeed. He's rather taken aback at the speed of changing happening before him and scoots over further onto the bed to make a little bit more room for his expanding companion. As the jeans begin to come off, the smaller gryphon's eyes dart down to beneath the other's tail, eager to see what is revealed beneath. His own sheath twitches and pulses with anticipation, with his shaft showing itself half peaked from inside.

19:25 < Gyro> (hey, I'm gonna do some stuff around the house with Lacertius now. We can continue tomorrow or somethihg. Do feel free to finish out that post htough.)

19:28 Heremes grew some degrees larger whilst sat on the edge of the bed. Viewing the gryph's hind wasn't too easy from there, although the pink-skinned erection from the tawny-colored leonine furred sheath of his was large. Not huge however, but as he seemed to even out in size at around 8 foot tall, his cock must be almost a foot in length. The fiery gryph exhales with relief in managing to tug off his jeans before they're torn, leaving him quite nude, green eyes regarding the smaller gryph. "There. Well. It's probably not quite what you had in mind, my needing to be bigger for this, but it's the better of the two ways."

19:29 < Heremes> (( Heh. Okay. Tomorrow or similar then have a pleasant evening ))

18:31 < Gyro> (Snugs~)

18:33 < Gyro> (Do you wanna continue our thing?

18:34 < Heremes> (( *hugs* Sure! I hope it was making some sense, I remember being absolutely tired then. ))

18:35 < Gyro> (Ye you're fine ^^)

18:36 < Gyro> (Need logs?)

18:37 < Heremes> (( No, it seems like the logs are still here for me on the screen. ))

18:37 < Gyro> (cool cool~

18:42 GyroFeather reaches a talon forward to stroke gently at that furred sheath, playing his talon against the warm flesh that coated it. "Two ways...? Oh I suppose you did mention shrinking potions as well..." he says. The blue bird's own sheath twitches and dances between his hinds as he shifts a little closer to the other gryphon. "So then~ Did you want to get dominated by powerful feral, or did you wnt to claim me as your own?" He asks, before shuffling his beak forward to play at the soft feathrs upon the other's chest.

18:50 Heremes inhales sharply, trembling as the erect member's sheath was teased like that, his deep purr vibrating in his chest. "Hrrr. Well." He half-closes his eyes, turning his head and nosing the other gryphon. "Mmm. Not quite that. The other was growing after I come." He suddenly snickers and shrugs. "You'd probably have found out one way or another, but that's the curse I spoke of. You too would likely hold back if you lost a proportion of your size when you came." He shrugs, and then reaches over, draping a feathered arm over the other gryph's neck and grins. "The way you were showing off I thought you wanted me to be taking you?"

18:57 GyroFeather scoots a little closer still and then lets his own growing member come to slide its tip across the other gryphon's, drawing a sharp breath out of him. Gyro laughs a little at that and then says, "Really? you shrink when you cum too? The curse seems to have done quite a number on you. I guess you lose a bit of yourself in your partner~" he teases gently. The gryhpon shuffles his soft pink feathers into the arm and then purrs at that. "Oh I cant say I would mind that~ Just wanted to give you the choice after all~"

19:05 Heremes flats his ears a little either side of his head, evidently somewhat sheepish but the large gryph nods. He rumbles, "Hrr. Too? Is that a curse you know others are afflicted with? As for doing a 'number' on me? Not quite. I have my elixirs after all. But you are correct in that I do lose a little bit of myself at that. Need to hold back unless quite prepared for the consequences." The couch of the cocks produces an involuntary buck of the large gryphon's hips and a deep purr and rumble, hot flesh twitching and stretches. "Now I'm bigger I think it's only fair that I take you, hrrrm? Plus you might enjoy the side effects, a couple of inches growth for a couple of days."

19:11 GyroFeather snickers and shakes hsi head. "No silly...I just meant you're also curse to be a gryphon." The peacock gasps at the sudden thrust and then rolls over to his fours moments later. He arches his tail and then brings his rump to rub against Heremes's belly, slowly sliding down till his balls draped around the other's shaft. "Oh I think its plenty fair~ Though its a shame that if I grow and you shrink, the knot might not be enough." Gyro curls his tail up and around the other gryphon's neck like a necklace, rubbing the tuft of feathers against his beak.

19:17 Heremes wraps his firm arms around the feral's 'waist' at the close contact against his groin, it needing very little encouragement for him to slide his tapered shaft up the underside of the balls, up to beneath the tail and the passage there. He purrrs, snickering some. "Rrrr. I figure should be fine, should be close to the size I was beforrre." His voice rises sharply, almost trilling as he presses that apered tip into the entrance of the other gryph's pucker, tonguing and licking over the tuft of feathers at his beak and face, half-closing his eyes in enjoyment of the tightness as short little bucks work him deeper.

19:24 GyroFeather shivers as the pointed tip makes the short journy up his orbs and across the sensitive flesh of his taint before coming to rest against the soft pucker. The gryphon wiggles his hips backwards as he feels the grasp and gives a shrug at that. "Well...we'll see...especially if I'm go get bigger too." His own shaft twitches from the anticipation, reaching its full length and steadily oozing out pre. His tail curls the feather sinto hthe beak so that he can suck upon them, letting their soft fruity scent hang at his nares, while the subtle taste hangs on his tongue.

19:29 Heremes clucks his tongue, "Only a little bigger, not that much." He squeezes with his arms around thie other gryph's hips, his size perhaps hoisting the hindquarters upwards. The angle alone was rubbing the twitching tip along the upper wall of the passage, the near two inch girth stretching the other male's pucker more and more each inch he worked in with the short thrusts, panting each time around the tail he was almost sucking on, purrring deeply at the same time. A trickle of pre was ensuring the larger kittyhawk's shaft was slipping in with only minor rroughness too.

19:34 GyroFeather gasps as he feels the initial spreading of his pucker by the hips pressing forward, coming out almost like a chirp upon his beak. The gryphon pushes back a little further as he feels the steady spreading of his tight hole. He clenches his eyes shut as the tip spreads across the sensitive prostate while his hot bowels squeeze upon the thick member. A squawk comes from his mouth at each thrust as he's lifted up a little off the bed. Gyro brings a talon to stroke upon his own length, sending him face down into the warm comforters.

19:39 Heremes can't help but snicker at the other male's faceplanting onto the bed. His beak mouths on the tail, sucking and saturating the feathers with saliva, warm drool that was echoed by hot pre drooling from hiscocktip, burrowng deep in that passage until he hilts himself, groin pressed against the back of the peacock gryph's legs. Purring lustily there, he remains hilted for some time, enjoying the pulsing warmth whilst his shaft twitches. Eventually however he tugs his hips back, pulling out a short distance, his shaft tugging on the internal flesh in doing so, but a second later thrusts back in, just as deep but a fair bit harder than before.

19:47 GyroFeather squeals like the peacock he is as he feels the half inflated knot slipping in, finding himself hilted. The bird then pulls forward as Heremes pulls back, before ending the stroke and coming back together again ,brining another scree from his beak. Powerful sensations flow through him as his tight pucker clenches iwth each stroke. A vein throbs against the shaft right at the ring, in time with teh twitching of the feathered tail. The second thrust brings with it a near burst of pre from the sudden increase of pressure.

19:53 Heremes halfway opens his beak, letting the tail free whilst he caws and screes sharply, although betwixt those avian noises was his lusty moans of satisfactio nat the tight grip upon his shaft each time he pulls back or thrusts in, the rubbing of heated flesh against heated flesh, growing warmer even with the slippery coating of pre painting his shaft and the insides of the passage. The feel of the pulsing vein there has him gasp and buck upwards sharply each time he thrusts in, pre flowing freely and the knot growing in size, bumping and making his hilting within the other gryph slightly difficult, requiring a little more force each time to make sure it fits.

19:58 GyroFeather clenches each time the knot slips inside of him, holding it there for a second and gripping it before the force causes it to slip free with a wet schlorp. A mix of plreasure and pain came from his tailhole after each transition and it was marvelous. His tongue hangs from his beak as he pants, breathing with it steady breathy moans. Gryo felt his own knot growing, trying to tie with the air as the pressure for release steadily built inside of him. His own talon gently strokes up and down that sensitive shaft, teasing along the flesh with his scaley, yet manacured claws.

20:06 Heremes was paying little attention to his partners needs for the moment, caught up in his own ardent desire for release as the ache in his loins and the resultant swell of his knot grew deliciously intense verging on painful and with a hoarse caw and scree, he hilts himself one last time in the male's rear, wedging his thick knot in, whilst the fleshy shaft pulses and twitches repeatedly, spurting out the hot seed of his with its odd potency. Each pulsing ejaculation was going to mean the small gryph could feel the subtle changes of size and mass grinding against him, that knot not quite so tightly filling but still fairly sizeable, the grip around the hips needing some readjustment. Even so, he held himself tight to the feral's rear, grinding his hips and bucking those last few times before the spurting seed's flow tapers off.

20:13 GyroFeather cries out as the knot slips in for the last time, filling him out to a tight pleasant thickness in his rump and putting intense pressure upon his prostate. Tears wet at teh sides of his eyes from the sensation. Shortly after he feels the hot flooding up into his bowels teh smaller bird reaches the same, spilling his hot seed over the bed's comforter in thick white globs, peppering his own belly as well. The pressure seems to relax over the course of his breath screes as herme's shrinks upon him and as he grows slightly from the potency of teh filing. The gryphon's eyes dilate as he pants hard until as the flow ends, the peacock collapses forward into the puddle he'd made with his hips still held up by the thick knot.

20:18 Heremes holds himself there in the sated afterglow of the release, panting, shaking and trembling but quite satisfied himself, purrring and rumbling after, a few more short bucks grinding the tipback and forth deep within eking out the last few vestiges of pleasure at the result, "Rrrr ..." he purrs, his own claws loosening their hold around the hips, sliping forwards to find and fondle at the other gryph's sheath, finally paying attention even if late, coating his talons wiith seed from the other gryph.

20:27 GyroFeather lays out on the bed breathing hard and totally relaxed and exhausted from their bit of fun. His soft tail slides off down the other gryphon's back as he leans forwards, moving over the soft flesh betweent he wings. The peacock shudders as he feels the talon finding his thick sheath and thicker knot beneath him, and grinds gently, pulling free a bit of pleasure from the new sensation upon his flesh. His tailhole twitches and strains against the thick flesh filling while his body rumbles with his own steady purrs.

20:31 Heremes uses the other gryph's body as a warm mattress, sagging and draping himself partly over him, kneading the sheath and knot tenderly, purring close to the other gryph's ears. He doesn't pull out though, the knot swollen and plugging the rear but not as tight as initially. It could be broken, but he wasn't about to do that, basking in the lingering tingle and ennui that comes, his white wings hanging rather limp to the sides. "Hrrrr. Heh heh. Therrrre. Nice."

20:36 GyroFeather breaths heavily, panting beneath the other bird, taking his full heavy weight upon him. His eyes remain closed as he listens to the soft breaths of teh other and feels the tender touches upon his sensitive length. His hips begin to grind against it once more as his tail twitches listlessly upon the other gryphon's back. Gyro rubs his soft feathered crest upon Heremes's beak as he hears the gentle purrs, basking in the moment.

20:41 Heremes noses at the nape of Gyro's neck, preening, his hands playing with the shaft and sheath but without any urgency associated with such, aimless rubbing. It was a pleasant way to finish up, and before long he yawns rather widely, the warmth and contentment enough to instill a sense of sleepiness. "Mmmm, well, I think now that we've both had a bit of fun, I should get dressed and go back." Even so, he doesn't move as yet. "Orrr I might nap here. What do you think?"

20:47 GyroFeather purrs happily as he's cointinued to be massage, wiggling his hips slightly beneath the other's heavier form. The warm afterglow coddles his mind as he's preened, leaving him relaxed and in a lingering bliss that makes him not want to pull away, even as the knot slowly begins to deflate in his rump. "Hmmm....I think that a nap sounds lovely. I enjoy having you inside me~" He purrs swishing his tail.

20:50 Heremes mmmms and nods, preening at the nape of the neck. It doesn't take long for him to drift off however. (( Heh. Can't happen tonight, need to sleep too much now. Would need to shrink him a fair degree too. Or grow. ))

20:52 GyroFeather soon drifts to sleep too beneath the other gryphon, steadying as the knot remains implanted in his tight rump.