Deep Cleaning a Bat

6 October 2016

09:42 Shaddie returns, now rather wet with saliva to a rather... interesting scene. Decides its best to just go lay on the couch and watch for now.

09:45 GyroFeather offers shaddie a tub instead.

09:46 Shaddie blinks before accepting said tub. A regular bath might be nice as well

09:46 GyroFeather grins and opens his beak, pointing his talon down his gullet. "Come on in, the water's fine."

09:52 Shaddie shifts a little. It wasn't exactly what she was thinking about as a tub, especially since she was already salivated on, but it was warm? She hesitantly takes his offer, slowly climbing in his maw to make her way to his gullet.

09:53 < GyroFeather> (I guess that's a yes ^^)

09:54 < Shaddie> (x3)

09:57 GyroFeather breaths his hot fishy breath down over the pony's muzzle and brings his tongue up to lap at her fur, taking in the flavor that coated her, though the saliva from before dulls it. The gryphon's throat looks pink and glistens in the light, ending in a dark tunnel at the back that invariably leads down to his crop. The bid puts his claws underneath her chin and gently pulls, drawing her in against the fleshy back of his gullet.

10:00 Shaddie lets out her own soft huff at the smell of it as she shifted slightly, blushing a little as his tongue works along her fur some, keeping her damp with saliva. It was kinda what she was trying to fix, but it could wait for another time, she was sure. The sight of that dark drop though did make her hesitate again before she gasps a bit at the claw that pulled her in further, starting to squirm just a little on his tongue.

10:04 GyroFeather pauses as he feels her muzzle press against the soft ring at the back of his throat. The sensation of her muzzle there makes him gulp, though it doesnt catch on. He lets the pressure off too. Her head was only half pressed into his beak, with her eyes just behind the ridge, and the bird found himself wondering if this bat intended on pressing any further. His tail flicks out behind him while one claw gently traces down her chest.

10:06 Shaddie feels the ring as well and quivers a bit as she finds herself staring down at it with slight uncertainty. A soft shiver running through her at the trail of his claw, always loving that before she steels herself and slowly pushes forward, trusting him not to let her go further then his crop. Especially since after this she'd be a little out of con trol of her situation.

10:12 GyroFeather smirks, though that's largely unknowable with his beak so wide as he feels the pressure growing at the back of his throat. The muscles open up with another gulp, undulating around her and squeezing onto her snout. Her journey had begun and who knew where it'd end. The bird closes his eyes and lets out a purr, pressing forward himself more eagerly now. Her head bulges out in his throat as he steadily works he bat mare inside of his hot gullet.

10:15 Shaddie keeps her eyes closed tight as she feels his throat slowly working around her, pulling her deeper as she wiggles and pushes herself as best she could in her current position. Not the most effective, but she was helping somewhat. At the purr he gave she shuddered a bit, feeling it vibrating through her, which felt rather odd, but not in a bad way really. Kinda like the feeling of walls gripping around her. It was odd, but not bad. Somewhat enjoyable even, though only to a certain amount.

10:24 GyroFeather helps fold her forehooves to her sides as he reaches her shoulders and wiggles his beak back and forth to help ease the bat pony down. Another gulp and he's on to her chest, finding everything all the easier as the hot drool applied before makes her nice and slippery for the trip. His tongue searches over the leathery wings, licking over and around them, feeling at their soft skin and fur before he swallows once more with a loud glck, plunging the start of the mare's head into his crop.

10:29 Shaddie was a little thankful for his help as her forelegs were in a bit of an uncomfortable position, a soft gasp passing her lips as he swallows her deeper, leaving her forelegs mostly pinned against her body and her wings as well to keep from damaging them. The sensation of his tongue over the sensitive flesh sends a soft shudder through her before she squeaks at the sudden swallow, her head beginning to have more freedom as she knew she was at the beginning of being in his crop. Just a few good swallows would get her in, she guessed, her tail flicking about as her hindquarters stuck out of his throat.

10:34 GyroFeather grabs his her rump with his talons now in a groping grip and then teases them against her soft tail hole. He shoves a little bit more, slowly drawing her belly down his ravenous gullet and putting her slick nethers in range of his tongue, which instantly dips in between the folds. The hot slippery muscle runs up and down as deep as he can manage, getting deeper still as the rump slides between his beak. The thumping of his heart and his light breathing add to the gentle rumbles of his purr, and on top of it all, she could hear the squelching gurgles of his stomach ahead.

10:41 Shaddie gasps once at the groping of his talons on her plush flank, making her wiggle about a bit and blush softly, feeling him teasing her tailhole before she's swallowed deeper. Another gasp escapes her as his tongue gets in on the action as well, rubbing and pushing into her wet slit, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. Though, despite the pleasure s he felt, it still didn't distract her much from the noises around her, most important being those gurgles she heard. She gulped a bit, hoping this was as far as he was going to make her go as the next destination was... somewhat of a last one. Well... second to last.

10:49 GyroFeather closes his eyes and shoves the rest of her rump down his hot gullet. The muscles fit like a glove expanding to take in the large hunk of flesh. He can taste her slimy tail and the hocks of her hind legs as they push inside. She was entirely at his mercy now and he knew it. The whole thing made him feel powerful, but he wasnt quite done yet. The crop becomes quite a bit more cramped as her body presses in further, and while the slippery warm walls expand, they resist it as much as they can, squeezing tight around her.

10:53 Shaddie feels the last of her body get pushed down his throat as she had started to curl up in order to make it easier for her to fit, but even doing so she could feel how tightly his crop gripped around her, clearly not meant for larger things like her for long, even though she herself wasn't that big. She wiggled a little and tried to relax, her heart h aving a bit of increase with anxiety now that she was fully in his control, trying to relax herself and tell herself that she was going to be fine and this was just a temporary journey.

11:02 GyroFeather crests her frogs up into his beak and digs his tongues in between her hooves, sampling every bit of his delectbale treat and then gulps, letting the last vestiges of her tail flow down his throat. The gryphon clacks his beak shut, sealing her completly away and pauses there as he feels the rest of the mare make her way in. Regardless of which way she went, it'd be a temporary journey certainly. Food doesnt stay in ones gut forever~ The tight muscular crop has quite the odor to it, smelling several times worse than his breath, but without the acrid scent of his stomach. And boy was it wet, hot slime pooled at the bottom of his throat and the humidity and heat worked into her flesh, slowly pruning her body.

11:07 Shaddie squeaks and giggles a bit at the feel of his tongue teasing the bottom of her hooves before she's swallowed further and she hears the clack of his beak closing. That was it, all his from this point until she was, hopefully, released. She had been trying to ignore the odor, but it was rather... okay it was impossible to really ignore it, coughing a bit and holding a hoof to her nose to muffle the scent until she could somewhat get used to it. She shifted a little, feeling even more soaked then before as she sat curled in the pool, the heat and messaging of his tight crop actually relaxing her a bit, calming her as she just enjoyed it for the moement.

11:20 GyroFeather gets back up on his hind legs and slowly waddles over to one of the couches before plopping down on top of one. Part of his weight rests upon the little pony as he grins to himself. His talons stroke and carress her gentle form, while his tail sways behind him, enjoying the gentle motions of teh creature in his crop. "You're mine now~" He teases, "I get to decide excatly what I want to do with you. Maybe I'll cough you up, but maybe I'll just let you pass on, melt you down and squeeze what remains as brown lumps out of my rump~"

11:23 Shaddie felt the shifts as he stood, holding on a bit, though with his crop gripping around her firmly there wasn't too much need for her to do so. As he lays and presses on her she groans a bit as her confines were tightened even more, a shiver running down her spine before she started to squirm to try and get comfortable, only to pause in slight fear at his words. She gulped again, her body starting to tremble a bit as she chuckled nervously. "Y-you're... not being serious... r-right?" She asked, knowing just how true his words were. At the thought of it she could hear more clearly those gurgles that told her of what would happen should she be forced further.

11:28 GyroFeather snorts as he hears the fearful wavering in his voice and then nods his head. "Oh I'm incredibly serious. You mean you dont believe that I can just digest you into a blue and purple mess of fur and bones?" he asks, with a giggle, obviously relishing in the unfortunate situation he'd put the little mare in. "You wouldnt be the first pony that I've put away down there, plus its even more bathlike in my stomach. You'll be completely surrounded in warm fluids~" he purrs, stroking over her shivering form.

11:31 Shaddie listened to him as her heart started to race more and more with fear of her situation, soft quakes running through her as she squirmed inside of his crop, though with as tight as it was she wasn't able to move all too much. She tried again to calm herself, telling herself it was going to be okay. He would cough her up and she would be soaked, but fine. Or so she told herself, as she wasn't aware of what his true decision might end up like. Though despite the fear, she wasn't all too tense, the hot fluids and rubbing of his walls making sure to keep her body relaxed at least.

11:33 < GyroFeather> (running off ot lunch bbiab)

11:33 < Shaddie> (oki)

14:25 < GyroFeather> (boops a Shaddie!)

16:01 < Shaddie> (boops gyrofeather)

16:33 GyroFeather feels a bit of a gas bubble in his stomach and relaxes the muscles to his crop. The harsh stench of his stomach, filled with the caustic smell of bile mingling with what remained of the meat from his previous meal fills the crop for a couple moments before bubbling up out of his beak with a hearty belch. "Well then~ Why dont you tell me why you've changed your mind about your bath? Are you not an incredibly dirty pony? Why should I let you out without one?" He asks with a cruel laugh.

16:38 Shaddie smells the incredibly foul stench fill his crop, unable to bring her hoof to her nose this time as she shudders and feels a bit sick to her stomach. She whimpered a little as she struggled slightly at his taunting, a bit desperate to find some sort of exit from this place that wasn't further along. Though by the way he was talking that was exactl y his plan for her. "P-please! J-just let me out! I don't want th-this, please!" She cries out, begging for her release as she hopes dearly he'll listen.

16:45 GyroFeather snickers as he hears her whimpering cries and then draws his claws over the large wiggling bulge as it struggles in his tight sack, grinning all the while. "Oh what, is the little bat pony afraid of a really deep clean

16:46 < GyroFeather> (Bah

16:46 < Eventide> (I am skeptical of the effectiveness of this method to clean a bat :P)

16:47 GyroFeather snickers as he hears her whimpering cries and then draws his claws over the large wiggling bulge as it struggles in his tight sack, grinning all the while. "Oh what, is the little bat pony afraid of a really deep clean? And here I thought you were supposed to be a nurse, used to this sort of thing~" he teases. "You still havnt given me a reason~" The bird finally begins to fully relax his crop muscles, allowing her to steadily move through the sphincter at the end towards his gurgling stomach.

16:48 < GyroFeather> (Eventide :P Its a very deep clean, We will remove all the pathogens this way!)

16:49 Shaddie quakes softly as he continues to taunt her, shifting a little inside of his crop before she feels herself starting to slowly move further, letting out a small squeak of fear as her struggles increase again, trying to stop her descent. "P-please! I-I'm... I'm already clean! I-I don't need a b-bath just please let me go!" She cries out franticall y

16:53 < GyroFeather> (Also Eventide, I thought you didnt like my vore scenes? :P)\

16:53 < Eventide> (I don't. This one has Shaddie in it though)

17:00 GyroFeather gives a quick shake of his head, not that she could see it inside of him and continues to focus on the movement of his crop muscles, squeezing and massaging the large bulk of meat deeper still. She still hadn't given him a good reason to sway the bird, if such a reason could even be found. Her head presse through the valve and then into the next squishy chamber, where the sour bile assaults her nose, and soon she's plunged beneath the surface while she's squeezed into the tight chamber.

17:04 Shaddie struggles all the while as his crop rubs and squeezes along her body, pushing her further into him, begging constantly for him to let her out as her panic grows more and more. She nearly gets sick to her own stomach as she's pushed through into the next chamber to be greeted by a scent more foul then before. She quickly holds her breath and clos es her eyes as her head is pushed under as the rest of her was slowly being forced in after her despite all of her efforts to stop the process.

17:11 GyroFeather feels her form shifting from the bulge in his crop down to the bulge in his stomach, and soon the entire mare is pressed down into there. As more of her spills in, she'd find that she can break the surface of his stomach acids now for another breath of air. The muscles of the stomach are even stronger than they were in the crop, and they clench around her like a vice, straining bones and bruising skin with each powerful contraction, forcing the oily liquid to slosh and run all over her body. "Well then~ welcome to your bath~ I hope you enjoy your stay."

17:16 Shaddie felt her body getting pushed more and more into his stomach as her lungs began to burn for air, growing more and more desperate for it as she panicked and tried to shift herself up towards the top to be able to breathe. Finally doing so she took a huge gasp of air, only to be hit by the stench and foul taste. She couldn't hold this time, vomiting and groaning inside of him. The contraction of his stomach muscles adding to the discomfort, and after a moment, pain as they battered her body slowly. At this point she was starting to sob, pushing more weakly against the firmer walls of his belly as she continued to cough, unable to really breath with the odor.

17:22 GyroFeather laughs as he hears a very familiar noise as shadie adds more of her own juices to the marinade, bringing up whatever the horse had had for lunch previously to stew instead with her. He traces his claw up and down her bulges, laughing as he barely hears her muffled sobs through his thick flesh. The juices are already hard at work as they hit her flesh, stinging into the softer parts of the bat pony and causing her flesh to tingle. "And while I love that struggling, do know that you're not going to get anywhere. There's no way for you to come out until my body is ready to expel your husk~"

17:28 Shaddie felt the stinging and tingling across her body, making her whimper more as she knew even before he had told her that she wasn't going to get out of this situation alive. It sent a sinking feeling in her gut as her fighting nearly stopped as her body was wracked with sobs, constantly shaking inside of him. She couldn't believe that this was what w as to happen to her, and she deeply regretted her decision. Such a foolish choice to trust a predator, even for a bit. And she was mostly to blame for this, she knew. Feeling her body itch she groaned, trying to scratch it, but it was everywhere, bogging her thoughts.

17:32 GyroFeather lets out a soft yawn and then stretches his body out on the couch, letting his paws raise up behind his head to lie on the cushions and his hind legs splayed out. Already his stomach, hard at work, was draining his own energy to put it towards turning the little pony into a useful slurry. The bird's heartbeat slows, and his breath becomes deeper as the proprietorial gryphon drifts off with his claim stewing away in his gut. As he does so, the squeazing and churning becomes more intense, frequently pushing the poor mare underneath the liquids, often with each rolling contraction.

17:39 Shaddie tried to keep herself above the fluids so she could get some sort of air, despite its foul nature. She groaned and whimpered, her body growing more bruised and battered as he drifted off to let his stomach do its work. Her more brittle wings had been cracked by this, and her other bones ached, but she wasn't able to cry out any as she was pushed under the fluids that were eating away at her flesh, stripping off her fur before biting and dissolving her skin. She didn't last long like this, though she wasn't sure how long that was, trying to keep herself up to breath, but it was a losing battle and with the growing pain and lack of air she soon found herself fainting. Her body eventually g oing limp to be at the full control of his stomach to work her down.

17:54 GyroFeather sleeps soundly through teh night while his stomach does the rather grisly work of slowly rounding out his stomach as the lumpy form is eaten away into a slurry, getting squishier and squishier. The gurgling churning noises are accompanied by teh occasional crack as a bone is splintered by the stomach muscles as they squeeze the poor bat's form down. By the time the gryphon would wake, his gut would be gone, save for some extra padding at his gut, and his hips. opens his eyes and groans, suddenly feeling the urgent call of nature. The bird smirks and looks at the coffee table before him. IT seemed almost perfect to leave what remained of the bat on display for the world should anyone come looking for her. He stands up on the glass, his talons clacking against the hard surface, and then squats, raising his tail. Thick brown lumps, with hardly any fur in them begin to plop down onto the coffee table with wet splats. Smelly gas intersperses a couple of them as he leaves a rather large messy pile. He can even feel the heat radiating from it as it steams in the air. Finishing up, he shakes his rump and turns to look at it. now needed to just top it. He begins to cough and gag, slowly bringing up a large football shaped lump up is throat. A couple more hacks and it peaks out into his beak, a mass of blue and purple hair, before then splatting down into the pile and flinging a small bit of shit onto the floor. The bird observed the mass, a slimy glistening blue and purple lump surounding a bunch of cracked bone and a skull that was shattered. Nodding at his creation, the bird hops off the table and slips out of the house, leaving her to sit and rot away till someone finds what remains of her body several days later.