Dragging a Friend Into Trouble

3 October 2016

20:33 Gyro Feather sips lightly on his drink, enjoying the hustle and bustle of the club

21:02 Flanker belches.

21:04 Gyro Feather turns his eyes back to flanker and rolls his eyes. She was always sooo rude after she'd had her meal, and with the dragon no longer struggling, it wasnt even sexy anymore.

21:07 Flanker catches the lesser gryphon's distasteful stare, only to give her churning abdomen a squeeze. A sickening crunch echoed throughout the room. "What is it? Was that your friend or something?" She called him out.

21:13 Gyro Feather snorts at the comment and shakes his head. "Nope, just that otter's friend I think. And someone else had been looking for them too. You just are gross is all. ITs not even sexy once they stop moving."

21:16 Flanker "When it's not moving, huh?" She stood from her spot on the couch, her gut no longer bumpy, just taut squishiness. It jiggled as she walked towards him. "How about we change that, little bird? You're about the perfect size for dessert."

21:19 Skylar Stellarwing struts about as she walks in to find a nice place to sit and see the action, eyeing the other avian-types in the room. Clearly something was about to go down. She smiled as she reached for a soda.

21:22 Gyro Feather shudders as he finds himself suddenly stalked towards by the much larger gryphon. His eyes fall down to the jiggling stomach that hangs heavily below her. He gulps and then hops off his seat, reatreating over to the bar from his table. "I told you, I much prefer that I can watch it wiggle." He retreats himself over towards Skylar, putting plenty of distance between the two, though it seems to be closing.

21:26 Flanker thudded her way after him, regardless to what might stand in his way. Hell, if he grabs ahold of Skylar to protect himself, she might just be the icing on the cake for dessert! The digesting contents of her dinner slosh widely with the movement, the massive gryphon on a mission! [color=red]Eat. [/color]

21:28 Chip Stilton turned his eyes to the chase taking place, in front of the trio's faces. "Oh fuck... so ... there goes Gyro... and there goes Flanker... bet you can't guess which one will be coming back... "

21:29 Skylar Stellarwing looked as Gyro made his way over to her, blinking a bit. "Hey, don't bring the hungry ones over here!" she said as she waved her hands somewhat nervously. A blush came across her face as she peered over to Flanker, figuring she wouldn't stand much of a chance if she were in the hungry gryphon's way.

21:33 Gyro Feather was too focused on Flanker's advancing as he retreats to pay much attention to the pheonix's protests. He takes a seat at the bar, one past her, positioning the unfortunate bird between himself and then larger hungrier gryphon. "H-hey Skylar, how are you doing this evening?" He asks, as if nothing was wrong in the world, though his nervous shivering gave away his anxiety. He keeps casting an eye up towards flanker, hoping she'd take his bait instead.

21:36 Skylar Stellarwing looked back and forth in a somewhat confused state as she adjusted herself, not really sure what to make of the situation at this point. "I saw you getting into trouble over there! Shoo!" she said, setting her drink down as her nervous peering continued.

21:39 Flanker The answer was yes to taking the bait, but instead of taking just the small gryphon, both taloned hands grabbed at the scruffs of their necks and hoisted the two into the air with either arm. "Well, look here. Gyro brought his friend to dessert...Wonder what I'll make of this." She growled, angry eyes particularly looming on the peacock.

21:42 Gyro Feather shrugs his shoulders at the cute pheonix. "Whatever could you be ta-aaaahhhh" The bird lets out a cry as he feels himself hoisted up into the air by the sharp talons, which pull at his feathers. His eyes lock with Flanker's in terror and he lets out a loud scree of fear. "W-wait! No I brought you a friend /for/ dessert...in place of me. Just take hre and let me go..." he begs, squirming back and forth in her grip.

21:43 Skylar Stellarwing gave off a sharp "Meep!" as she was gripped and lifted with little effort. Her hands rested over the Gryphon's, trying as best she could to pry herself free. "H-hey, I wanted no part of this!" she protested. A glare was directed over at Gyro. "Oh, I see. Thanks, good to see I'm a reeeal special friend" she said, rolling her eyes and pouting.

21:48 Flanker glanced between the two with quizzical stares for both. This bickering was annoying already...Her stomach reminded her of why she was holding the two in the first place with a loud gurgle for attention. Opening her beak to its maximum arc, impressive, but it would still be incredibly tight. [sub]Oh well~[/sub]. Both arms cocked inwards, her beak's coverage fitting both heads (just barely) before cramming both in. Face to face, they were greeted with a saliva rich environment and a lingering taste of dragon in the air.

21:53 Skylar Stellarwing let out a loud "Mrrph!" as her head was squeezed tightly down that gullet, the Gryphon's tongue lathering over her and the other Gryph's heads thoroughly, creating a nice amalgamation of the two's flavors. Skylar's was somewhat spicy, but to an enjoyable, rather than overwhelming extent. Her arms would press against her captor, legs dangling a bit as she protested. The two meals' heads would bump into each other, being squeezed together as they began their descent. It remained the Phoenix's desire to shove Gyro out of her way, but there was too little room even for that.

21:58 Gyro Feather opens his beak to protest back as he's pressed against skylar before the hot beak engulfs them both. His beak is pressed open against hers, forced into a kiss that they would certainly share the entire trip down. His tongue intermingles with hers while the hot slightly dragony drool works between the nontight seal in their beaks and wets upon their tongues. He squirms in the formels' grip, rubbing his body up against the other's feathers, though getting no where. As the hot drool coats over his head faethers, the tongue detects the warm taste of nutmeg and allspice that hangs upon it.

22:05 Flanker had to maintain a good grasp on both their wriggling bodies to continue this incredible feat of gluttony. Unaware of the French kiss ensuing within her own throat, she slid down their scalps with her massive beak. That fat tongue of Flanker's even intervened between their faces as they passed, making sure to rudely interrupt anything going on...The mixture of flavor was pleasing, she had to admit. Beat the Hell out of the dragon's. Savoring it as she took in both of their shoulders, they found themselves crammed deeper into her cavernous throat.

22:10 Skylar Stellarwing 's eyes opened wide when she noticed Gyro's tongue intruding on her own mouth, making her blush deeply and squirm around even more, letting out a distressed "Mrrm!!". Before long, with her shoulders and upper wings accounted for, her hands had to move. Arms essentially locked in place, her heart sank; Though the odds were low before, she felt past the point of no return now. Her feet tilted up in the air, trying to throw the Gryphon off balance with little success. The Phoenix panted a bit, already finding most of her energy exhausted. Saliva soaked her plumage, making a mess of her looks, but making her form much easier to slide down the gullet. It wasn't long before the bird's chests were hoisted in after them, pressed tightly together.

22:14 Gyro Feather squints his eyes closed as the fat slippery tongue runs over their face and beaks, though the tight walls of her throat as she gulps keeps the pair pressed together. If he /was/ going to go down, at least it'd be with a cute bird at his beak he figures. Still the bird struggles as best as he can, kicking out with his hind legs and attempting to flare his wings against the gryphon's arms. A their shoulders enter the beak, with their head pushing into the hot squeezing throat beyond, it becomes even more difficult to fight the grip. His feathers soak up the moisture, getting covered in the hot drool that slathered over them, and assualting his nose with the foul stale scent of the dragon from before.

22:25 Flanker The farther she ate, the more their struggles would prove useless. Even with the lesser gryphon flaring his wings, she still managed to engulf over them, regardless to the fact feathers of either the phoenix or the peacock flying all over the place. It looked like she was eating a feather pillow from the sheer amount of the mess it made. Aside that, her conquest to devour both in one meal was going well. Any opposition - extended wings for instance - were forced downwards or straight up broken down. Their backs cleared, the break drug on down to their abdomens, wasting no time.

22:35 Skylar Stellarwing 's squirming died down a bit as her motions were limited. Her wings were bent back by force, making her yelp a bit in distress. Inside, she was fuming a bit at Gyro for dragging her into this mess. Being pulled further down, her relatively weak nose picked up the less-than-welcoming scent. It beckoned the birds, ready to add them to the existing slurry. With haste, the following gulps pulled the two down further, the moist walls quaking around them with determination.

22:42 Gyro Feather was aboslutly terrified of the situation as his wings are pressed and squeezed by the beak and claws as they're forced inside the slippery gullet. A sudden crack and his right wing, which he had fully flared out collapses weakly to his side as a bone splinters. The bird cries out in pain, his noises flowing directly into Skylar's beak, audible only to her and no one else. The powerful scent is oppressive now as it runs over his snout, smelling of the foul acidic remains of the dragon, and they hadnt even passed her crop yet. Each loud gulp draws them in a bit further, squeezing and pulling on their forms and massaging the foul spit into their bodies as they're dragged inside. As thier torso's are pressed closer, gyro soon finds his sheath brushing up against her nethers, forced there by the sharp beak at his back.

22:49 Flanker They were nearing their ends with every swallow. The bone crunching underneath her strength was just a blunt foreshadowing of the next amount of pressure about to be exerted on the two. Flanker, having gotten through the bulk of the two, lazily slurped on the legs that dangled out of her beak. The two 'lovebirds' were distending her already pudgy gut even further, plunged headfirst into a mushy slurry of what remained of the drake. One swallow, two swallows...And they were both gone on the third. [b]Glhp! [/b]

22:55 < Flanker> (( Hold your replies. Switching to laptop

22:57 < Flanker> ( There we go. Go ahead.

22:58 Skylar Stellarwing wiggled again as little remained outside except for her lower legs. She squinted on the inside, pouting a bit more. Soon, the two birds' heads were forced through an opening, where gurgling noises would greet their passage into their new chambers. They would slowly curl up within, pressed against each other as more and more fluids would assault their feathery forms. Skylar, when her hands were free, would give a shove to Gyro. "This is all your fault!" she called, before the inner walls pushed her firmly into him. As she felt her hurt wing, even if she had freed herself from the Gryphon's grasp, she surely wouldn't have been able to go anywhere without a significant amount of trouble.

23:04 Gyro Feather feels his hind legs ground up against her slit as the slime and warm pusling thrusts them together. His sheath twitches and swells at the unwanted stimulation as they're further drawn inside. They press through the crop and then direcly on to the next chamber, where the foul scent of death assaults their nose. As they plop into the thick slurry they'd bump against bone and scale from the previous meal which had yet to make its exit from the formel. His hind legs give a couple feeble last kicks before the beak closes over them, and the tongue sends them down the greedy throat. He lets out a squawk as she shoves him and pushes back upon her. "N-no! I didnt want either of us to get eaten!" He calls out, before their pressed together once more. The squeezing brings a cry as it assualts his broken wing at his side.

23:14 Flanker [color=green]Bwraaaaaap.[/color] Both of her hands come to aid her overly bloated stomach, wriggling with the freshly added female and male avians and the not so fresh contents of a digested dragon, the master gryphon herself panting. Feathers from the belch wafted all over, just like the ones from the previous swallowing, only this time having been forced from the chamber itself. Loudly, her stomach churned, the acids more than happy to welcome a feast such as this as Flanker took towards stepping towards the sofa she claimed home and sat back into it. Her weight plus the three meals she consumed made the support legs creak, but she was more atoned to her stomach's creaks and groans, acids slathered over the two. "Fuck..." She swallowed. "How's that for sexy now, bitch? Have fun digesting with your would-be bait."

23:27 Gyro Feather 's ears echo with the heavy belch, which briefly overwhelms the sounds of the gurgling churning gut and the steadily thumping heartbeat of the apex bird. He squeals as he's pressed into the tingling acidic contents of the draconic remains, which coat into his feathers and work all between them. There are still some solid bits which squish between his talons as moves, though the churning walls continue to press him tight to the other bird. He feels the tingling on his flesh everywhere it touches him, as his feathers and fur begin to join the slurry. The hot oppressive air wasnt helping either, as he begins to sweat into the humid chamber. "I-I'm sorry..." he says with a frown. "I shouldnt have dragged you in..."

23:31 Flanker "I'm not complaining.." She chymed into the conversation, a grin spread at the corners of either side of her beak. "You two are gonna take me a week to work off, and then poof. Erased. You'll be nothing besides what's going to be the possible clogged toilet in a few hours or so." The gryphon taunted from outside, making sure to squeeze down on the two with her hands, kneading the walls into them. She knew it would hurt...Not that she really cared for their well-being, anyway. They were going to die. However, she was finding herself struggling to massage all this stomach...Flanker would kill for Mari to get his fat butt over here and work those fingers. He's probably been waiting to do that for awhile.

23:34 < Gyro Feather> [sub]flanker is no longer the last of the avians, for shame :P[/sub]

23:34 < Gin-Ra> [sub]If Flanker were ever the last of the avians, it was because she ate them all[/sub]

23:35 < Gyro Feather> [sub]that was my point :P[/sub]

23:35 < Flanker> [sub]Urhp. Unless there's any other avians that want to be gryphon pudge..[/sub]

23:39 Mari Okoye snorts awake as the zebra senses tingle. One eye cracking open, he streeetches out those legs. Oohf, time to get up and scoot to the call? Since the gryphon had already filled the killing quota, or at least at the risk of saving anyone else to keep the avian from snacking further in an attempt for that fat butt to wander over, the zebra rose and gave a stretch ceiling-ward. "[b]Just[/b] a week there for you? Hrf. What I would give for that kind of metabolism," the librarian mused as the clacking of hooves preceded his approach. One hand gently reaching out, the black-tipped fingers playing out over that gut with a slow, teasing graze before they cupped in and took a gentle squeeze.

23:45 Skylar Stellarwing let out a defeated chirp, listening to the Gryphon's taunting words. The pressure of the squeeze caused her to gasp, pressing her into the other bird even more. "B-bah... Whatever, don't worry yourself too much more about it... It's already done" she said, sighing in defeat. A few grunts and groans came out as acids began to sink into her lower legs, already causing a fair bit of pain as she squirmed as much as her constraints allowed her. "D-damn, not holding anything back...!" she called, panting in exhaustion.

23:50 Gyro Feather sighs and folds what little remains of his crest down upon his quickly defeathering body. Already his tail and hind legs alight with pain, and it grows even wors as flanker begins to squeeze upon his form, causing the loose flesh to slough off into the liquids around him and letting the sharp bones of the dragon scrape and cut his flesh up, exposing more to the powerful acids. He whimpers in the sharp burning pain and then nods his beak against the hen. His movements are weak and warry now as the oppressive atomsphere and the inevitability has taken the fight right out of him. "Still...though I suppose I wont have long to worry anyways..." he adds in a somber tone.

23:56 Flanker "Eight foot four inches of the best gryphon genes in the world. Fat does not linger long on my body." She lowered her eyes to the zebra's approach, only to chuckle as he began what she was thinking of just moments before. [sub]Gee, what a coincidental surprise~[/sub]. "Surprised those two even have air to last a minute, let alone how long its been now. Come on, you two. You could have fucked in the time its taken to get all gushy with each other while I [b]digest[/b] you." Way too smug for her own good, but she didn't care. She ate three people in one night, all different to their own traits. Her talons patted the mushy mass of food and gryphon belly, the acids eating away at skin and breaking into whatever crevace it could manage to break open. Blood mixed with the stew, and soon would muscle. Another belch sent upwards brought that familiar taste riddled with a metallic flavoring, alongside some feathers, as usual.

00:05 Skylar Stellarwing was (un)fortunate to have the ability to breathe in low-oxygen environments, explaining her extended survivability. The survivability that she cursed so heavily now. The taunting words teased her and reminded her of her purpose, and of what little importance she was. Pain stroked up into her abdomen, feathers and skin melting down into the soupy mush, mixing in with the other gryphon and the remains of the dragon, leaving little to tell what was originally part of the Phoenix and what wasn't. Giving off a few last huffs and puffs, she drifted out of consciousness as the rest of her form mashed up, breaking down more and more quickly as time went on.

00:10 Gyro Feather was finding becoming lightheaded in the hypoxic air, adn as he breathed, he grows further disassociated from his present predicament. The intense pain, every slimy movement as the thick disgusting chyme mashed against his body all seem so distant to him as he gives his final bits of struggle within the gryphon. Already he'd lost control of his tail and legs, leaving just one, like the remains of the gryphon, and the rest of his body was growing weak too. Finally he takes one last rancid breath and finds not enough air to keep him sustained. The bird passes out on top of the other, where soon enough the two of them would be rendered into an entirely unrecognizable mush.

18:12 Flanker Gurgle. Slosh. Churn. The contents are mushy and squishy, every movement resulting in some awfully loud sound, each unique.

18:14 Bryce Daeless fights back a little blush as he works over her liquid belly, feeling a few points of firmness, but the majority of it is soft and malleable. He presses a little hard, eliciting more noises from it, working his paws in wide circles as he kneads and has a little squeeze here and there

18:23 Flanker watched him with a little rumble of approval, the gurgles of her stomach only growing more frequent the further he riled the acids. Occasionally, a crunch would emit from those harder patches of mush he felt, no doubt that those were bones blocking the drainage into the intestines. "Very good, otter.."

18:30 Bryce Daeless smiles at the gryphon, giving each crunching section another, heavier push to further break up the acid-weakened bones and make things a little easier on Flanker. "Thanks~ I'd like to say I've got a lot of practice, but to be honest I don't usually get the chance to rub a full belly. I kinda like it, though~"

18:33 < Flanker> [i][b][color=green][sup]B[/sup]lo[sub]rbLe[/sub][sup]Bor[/sup]b[sub]rblebree~...[/sub][/color][/b][/i] What an obnoxious stomach, but it was definitely happy now. She shifted as all that mess within her stomach sloshed deeper, digested bone and meat alike. "Hmh...I can't deny I like it myself. I bet you'd do even better if you were on the inside itself." The gryphon snickered, teasing him.

18:39 Bryce Daeless lets out something of a chuckle. "Nah, there'd be no focus. I'd be clawing and biting and all that... Maybe you'd still enjoy that, but I feel like it would be better done from the outside. Besides, if you eat me I won't be able to do this again, will I?"

18:42 Flanker gave him a coy grin. "That's what the last guy said. Guess where he ended up?" She placed her own hand on the side of her gurgling gut, squeezing it, another loud slosh emitting from within. "But, you speak true. I like my belly rubbers when they do their job." The two of them continue until finally flanker exuses herself to the bathrooms.