Alchemists Need Feathers

4 October 2016

18:58 Ziyrin Nightglory would lazily yawn and just idly glance at the bird with a chuckle. "Someone getting smashed I assume. Well we could always use a little more alcohol in our system yes.~" She would pat the gryphon on the head before slowly sliding over to the bar beside him.

19:01 Gyro Feather takes a spot at the bar, only to see a familiar looking white owl approach him. "Oh me, smashed? Nah, just a drink or two. I've not had anything to drink yet Im afraid. Can I get you anything though Ziyrin?" He asks, leaning up into the pats with a grin upon his beak.

19:05 Ziyrin Nightglory would just lazily shrug at the gryphon with a smile and would just lean against the gryphon with a small chuckle. "Mmm...not much really..perhaps a martini or something. I don't wanna get too sloshed really. Could be doing some sloshing with someone in my gut mind you.~"

19:09 Gyro Feather laughs at that insinuation and orders a pair of martinis, the sweet fruity ones that he enjoys that most people would hardly class as such, watermelon seemed to be the flavor today. "Heh, you? I didnt take you for the sloshing in the gut type, let alone wanting to do it with someone else. You'll be hard pressed to find a predator large enough here," he teases.

19:16 Ziyrin Nightglory would just smile and just shakes her head. "No no my dear...I mean sloshing someone in my gut." She would purr and just lazily wrap a wing around the gryphon while she would just giggle gently, quite content to see this to the end with the bird. "I mean..you're cute enough..I'm hungry enough and well..you're certainly not going anywhere soon right? We could use a few more feathers in my shop. You'd be a greaat help you know.~"

19:22 Gyro Feather thinks nothing of the wing as it wraps around his body and lets himself press into it. The thought of her with a nice struggling belly made him wiggle in his seat. That is, at least, until she insinuates that he might very well be the thing wiggling down in her gut. The bird gives a soft squawk and squirms in her grip, suddenly realizing just how possessive her wings had gotten, and the fact that his head was pressed up against a growling stomach. "H-how about I give you a couple feathers and then we get you someone else in there, Then we can have a little fun in the back room while someone melts away," he offers, his voice full of false confidence.

19:30 Ziyrin Nightglory would just smile as she held onto the gryphon with a shake of her head. "No no my dear..I'm afraid I can't do that..I need fresh samples...and you're just simply too cute to let go.~" The owl would shift in her seat before tugging the gryphon closer against her rather drooling beak. Was she looking a bit fast of breath? A little fluffed up in places? Surely it was just his imagination. Except for when her gut growled loudly for him. "Now why don't you just settle down there and I'll put you right where you belong.~"

19:38 Gyro Feather shudders as he feels himself continuing to he held tight, and can smell her hot stale breath wafting over his beak, making him wince at the thought of joining them. "B-but I'll even walk to your shop and you can pluck a couple there...none fresher," He offers, "And besides, doesnt cute mean you want to continue to look at me?" Gyro stare's up at Ziyrin Nightglory's approaching beak and then squawks as he sees the smooth pink insides that lines it, and feels a glob of hot drool landing upon his beak. "W-we havnt even had our drinks yet though."

19:51 Ziyrin Nightglory would just laugh and shake her head while she would smile and kiss the bird on the beak. "Sorry dear but my stomach has spoken.~" She would proceed to open her beak quite wide for the gryphon and began to swallow quite firmly with greedy gulps and grumbling gurgles from her stomach. Something like this was something she needed greatly right now, poor bird was starving with how much work she had to do and yet here the bird was, eager to fill her up. Well...eager was probably a stretch. But unintentionally so!

19:57 Gyro Feather feels the peck up on his beak, but he does not return the favor, instead trying to pull away from her grip, not that he could really get any where as he was. "THere's more suitable p-mmmphh" the bird's words are muffled as he's suddenly pressed into her greedy maw, with his beak sliding over her tongue. The hot breath washed over his feathers, leaving beads of condensation everywhere that her spit had yet to get too, and soon his beak is gripped by the slippery muscles, which clench and drag him deeper with noisy gulps. Gyro brings his claws up to her chest and pushes into the feathers, while his tail thrashes, dancing around his pretty tuft of three peacock feathers, the most remarkable ones on the entire gryphon.

20:05 Ziyrin Nightglory would continue her efforts to swallow the gryphon down her gullet. He tasted quite delicious...surprisingly so even, but she hardly paid that mind while she would just lazily shove his claws out of the way and hold them tight against his chest and would keep on forcing him down. He may have escaped one bird but he wouldn't escape the owl, she was quite methodical with this sort of thing. Her gullet slowly swelled out with his slowly shifting downwards form while struggling up a storm to keep himself from being devoured. Not that it would do him much good but speed up the process with how much her head was lurching forward to swallow him down. Birds always slid down so smoothly in her gullet, a curious matter even for a bird herself. Shrugging, another lurch and swallow would start to take up his shoulders and forelegs.

20:11 Gyro Feather takes another gasp of the stale air as she gulps again, dragging more of his feathers into her mouth. Today he'd picked lemongrass oil to scent himself with, and as such had a flavor to match, a perfect compliment to his natural earthy flavors which are all to eager to mix into the owl's tongue. The gullet squeezes around him, slowly pulling him in and stretching around his shoulders like a glove as he's worked down her greedy throat leaving a bulge which rather shows through. His forelegs begin to fold back against his body now as the beak creeps over them, preventing him from shoving any further. He feels the beak dart forward over him, scraping across his back fur now, as she pulls his plumage all the way into her mouth, save his wings and tail. The fur would at least soak up more of the water and make it more difficult, compared to his oily feathers.

20:19 Ziyrin Nightglory would just relax for a moment. Almost giving the poor bird a chance. A SLIM chance to escape, but then again why would that happen? She was putting him right where he belong in fact. It was almost difficult to ignore her stomach's needs for a moment but then she would lift up his back legs and start to shove them closer to her gullet, gulp after gulp would just send the delicious plumed bird down her throat, such smooth and beautiful feathers. All entirely soon to be ruined by a very very hungry owl. She was sure some would survive the trip and some even escaping out of her beak. But juuust to be sure, she would reach behind him and grab at his tailfeathers and YANK them out one by one. Never one to take chances, the owl wanted a net gain just in case he didn't have any to cough up, well not like it would help anyway. All that soon remained were his rear legs and his rump.

20:27 Gyro Feather scrabbles his talons against the edges of her beak as his arms, locked to his sides as his belly slides into her beak. He feels her briefly relax and hooks on, trying to pull himself out, but he had absolutely no leverage on the situation. He could hear the needy gurgling stomach ahead, growling even over the heart that pounded away near his head. As she lifts him up, he feels a bit of vertigo and kicks his hind legs up in the air, and yet it only seems to help her as he propels himself inadvertently off her talons down a little deeper still. The hot walls clench around him, working their slime into his fur and feathers and even causing him to sweat as they sap at his strength. The three quick plucks bring a squeal to the bird's beak as the pain of it all runs through him. THey were three pretty eyed feathers, pink on the outside, with a yellow ring, followed by alight blue ring, with a dark blue eye in the very center. Another gulp and his beak presses against a circular ring in the throat, almost like a wall, but he knew that fortune wouldnt last.

20:35 Ziyrin Nightglory kept swallowing and swallowing the bird down to take him where he belonged. His head soon started to poke into her stomach, swelling it outwards before each gulp. It was quite a sight to see, the owl's already pudgy middle bloating outwards with the helpless bird. Taking what was useless and making it into something far more useful indeed, plenty of cuddly owl pudge.~ Grumble after gurgle would ring out into the club while she sat there, nothing left but the legs of the gryphon to finish off and with a firm tilt of her head, she would lurch her head forward several times to just steadily work him down, sealing her beak over his taloned feet with a clack. She would gaze around the club and just winked a little before a loud GLURPH would sound out, signalling the gryphon's body being dragged down her throat and into his final resting place.

20:43 Gyro Feather wrinkles his face as the sphincter in front of him opens up, blasting him with the heavy scent of alcohol and the acridness of bitter bile, causing the bird to gag and cough. The scent burns at his nares as he smells the old scents of meals long past their prime, lingering around in the squishy walls. His head presses into one of the muscles, which then squeezes and briefly plunges his face below the acids. Back behind him, he could feel the hot beak slowly creep up around his hind legs with each dart as her taloned claws push his writhing tail and soft foot pads into her beak. A loud clack and he's sealed off in darkness as he feels the tip of the beak scrape past foot and tail. Those last vestiges of dryness are quickly coated in hot drool and then shuffled down the neck where they would soon enough oin his body. As he breaks the surface once more, he coughs and sputters, shaking his head. "N-no! Please!" he calls out over her noisy gut, before he feels a powerful squeezing contraction knock the wind out of him.

20:52 Ziyrin Nightglory would just wetly belch out as she laid back quite tired after all of that. The bird having worked herself tirelessly over the last few days was happy to finally relax with a nice full gut. A gut that would shake rattle and rumble with her meal. Ooofh, how deliciously sweet he was, a shame she'd never see him again..but twas how things went around here. One moment you were here another you were just food for another predator. "Ooofh...squirm a little harder would you? I'm trying to relax here and you're just gonna ruin everything if you stop squirming now.~" With a very vry happy trill, the owl would squeeze and shake her gut around Gyro while her gut toiled away on him. "My my...are gryphons like him always so tasty?~"

21:01 Gyro Feather grunts as his hind legs and tails plop down into the hot stomach, which churned about him like any other piece of meat. The muscles squeeze and mix him in with the small layer of acids that surounded him, already tingling, but sure to soon get a lot worse too. Gyro can hear her voice booming around him, hurting his ear holes, but he didnt even need to be told to squirm. His mind was in a panic as he scrabbles along the walls of the chamber, searching for a way out that would certainly never come. "I-if you dont spit me out, you can never taste me again!" He calls out, willing to bargain with anything he had. His struggles create small bulges in her feathered belly that are largely hidden by such.

21:09 Ziyrin Nightglory would yawn a little and just tkae the drinks he had made and downed them rather quickly. She paid her stomach no mind while he thrashed around and just fought against her acids futilely and would just end up working the stomach up harder and faster for the acids to work. "Sheesh...calm down already...you're gonna make all your air go to waste...though lemme fix that anyway.~" With a very wet belch, the owl would strip her gut free of any of it's remaining air to prevent Gyro from even having a single scrap of air left to breathe and that would do well enough to tighten his prison even further. "Nfffh..now squirm more sweetie...tire yourself out for my own hungry gut...could use much more fat.~"

21:16 Gyro Feather squeals as he feels the cool sticky liquid rain down on him in several splashing gulps that splatter over his body, adding the fruity watermelon scent to the chamber. He grunts and at that and gives another shout of fear, pushing back as the muscles squeeze the breath out of him. Suddenly everything tightens even further as the air is purged fromt he chamber with a loud burp, which carries with it a couple molted pink feathers. His squirms become even more frantic now, when, without any air to displace it, he's instead completly surrounded in hot liquid that stings at his feathers, working to strip them from his body. The gryphon begins to feel light headed as his squirming slows over the course of a minute, feelign himself on the edge of passing out from the lack of air.

21:22 Ziyrin Nightglory would just lazily drag herself over towards Box with a yawn. Her gut making her a bit lethargic but that couldn't be helped. Patting her stomadch for a little while before collapsing beside Box. "Hey there Box...day been nfffh..going well I hope...been going alright..if a bit tiring. Figured I'd..try to find food before rest takes me." She would smile and softly rub his chest and just plant a kiss on it, quite happy to be there while Gyro would just start to pass out, the gut starting to tear him apart.

21:25 Gyro Feather sways back and forth in the stomach as she takes slow steps towards the other, causing him to slosh back and forth as he fights in the powerful gut. He grunts and whimpers, putting up a couple final feeble fights which tears at his feathers and fur, stripping him naked and exposing him to the powerful burning acids below. Finally the bird passes out, save for some steady twitching as he's rendered nothing but a hunk of meat.

21:30 Ziyrin Nightglory "Mmmhmm..I had a nice day...and you're quite the nice batch of company Box...so how's your day been?" She trilled quietly while the fox rubbed her stomach, working it over oh so gently, making it quite the delight to deal with at the moment. He would just slowly stop struggling in her gut and this would just make it oh so much easier for her to deal with. "God...thought he'd never stop...weird though..I both wanted him to keep going yet...also stop.."

21:34 Box chuckled and pulled Ziyrin over, smoothly laying her down on the sofa then laying out on top of her. The weight of his gut pressed down on her stuffed belly, squishing and churning the gryphon within. "Ah the predator's dilemma. Squirming feels good but upsets the stomach." He teased. "I've been having a good, if a tad uneventful day."

21:39 Ziyrin Nightglory lazily nods and just sighs, "Though eventually I'll have to get going...just not sure when I should go really, it's quite the perdicament..." Idly shrugging the bird yawned and burped, cuddling up against the fox with a sigh.

21:41 Box chuckled and rubbed over Ziyrin's belly. "Hmm hmm, seems like I came in at the end of all the fun."

21:46 Ziyrin Nightglory nods quietly and would just cuddle up to the fox with a yawn. Bird's a bit exhausted but she'll stay here with a cuddle.