Revenge on that Flareon

9 October 2016

20:13 < Gyro Feather> do ya watn private in particular? or can we start in pokenoms till we gotta move?

20:21 < Gyro Feather> Hmm Veren?

20:22 < Veren> No public.

20:22 < Gyro Feather> alrighty ^^

20:22 Gyro Feather had seen Veren around several times, and the darn firedog seems to have a habbit of chasing him off and stealing his prey, all thanks to his fire. The bird had head more than a few singed feathers by this point and was totally sick of it. He lurks in the branches above Veren's hole and drops a apples in front of it, hoping to lure the creature out of his hiding spot. The bird had a plan to neutralize his fire effects for a time.

20:27 Veren 's fuzzy little ears can be seen poking out just a little from the hole, smoke bellowing out of the entrance from the riled interest. That was odd, he didn't live under an apple tree! Nor, does he eat apples. [sub]Carnivore.[/sub] He slides his ears back into the burrow and huffs softly, alerted and on the lookout. He had many enemies, just which one would be stupid enough to bait him with fruit..

20:32 Gyro Feather stares at the orange bits of fur poking from teh hole and taps his claw on the branch. What was taking so long? Clearly Veren had seen the apple that sat there on the grass. The bird gives a little huff and waits a little longer. His stomach gives another growl and he searches his pack. Ah yes, some canned fish he thinks as he pops the top. He dips his beak into the now open can, pulling out a piece of the nice fragrant meat, a scent that soon enough would waft down to the whole the creature was in.

20:37 Veren 's ears perked back up to investigate, his nose even venturing this time. He smelt something fishy, literally and metaphorically...His body's smoking turned into a gentle flame that didn't cease to leave his fur. A rumble emitted from his gut, though not of hunger, just another meal he was working off so greedily. That dumb bird was always too slow to stop him from taking the prize.

20:39 Gyro Feather pauses as he sees the snout perking up into the air and then looks back between his tin and that of the nose a couple times. An idea lights up in his head and he takes one of his yellow seeds and grinds it amidst the fish before tossing what remained down beside the apple. It gives a soft thunk as it hits the ground, rolling a couple times, and then settling a few steps from the open hole.

20:54 < Veren> /me pounces the seed and meat rolled ball, opening his mouth with an "Ahhamnomh! as he clamped down around it. He looked side to side, his flaming body still going as he began to retreat back into the burrow with haste. The leaves above him were starting to singe and curl inwards just from the heat he put off. A walking, talking bonfire!

21:01 Gyro Feather smirks and then waits for Veren to drag it into his cave, and a little after that too, before hopping down onto the ground with a couple flaps of his wings. The bird had slipped a ban seed into that mixture and crushed it up. Soon, while he could still bite and claw, the dog would find that his fire abilities had been squashed for a while. The bird taps his foot on the ground, giving it just a little more time before he decides to climb in after his little treeat.

21:07 Veren 's burrows were large enough for him to wriggle around in without too much discomfort, leading to a larger chamber within the Earth itself that held all his collectibles. Mostly skulls of previous prey and other bones, sizes varying. He was a rather lethal predator...Munching away on tuna and seed. His smoke filled the tunnels that the bird would be navigating through, though the smoke was clearing the more time passed by.

21:15 Gyro Feather furrows his brow as he looks down at the smoking tunnel and then sucks in a deep breath. He places his head down at the entrance and feels his eyes begining to water from the smoke, and yet he has to trust that he needs to press on. Gyro slowly wiggles himself back and forth through the tunnel, sliding against the dirt and just barely fitting through it. While he'd certainly have quite the time getting through it once he's finished his job, the brid doesnt think of that. Instead he follows the trail of lessening smoke towards that creature he wished to finish off.

21:40 < Gyro Feather> (Boop~)

22:05 Veren was laid there on his back with the meat having been finished, showing off that pudgy gut of his as he belches out a little tuna scented air. But, as he hears the approach of someone that clearly isn't invited, he raises his ears and watches the entrance to his personal quarters. He tried to up his body's heat, but all he felt was the smoldering smoke he put off start to dissipate.

22:09 Gyro Feather finally presses through into the main chamber and looks around in the dim light. He spots the little creature in the center, exposing his fat gurgling belly and snickers before his eyes raise up towards the other's head. "Hey there little pest, I bet you werent expecting to see me down here were you?" He asks with a grin upon his beak, pulling his whole body into the larger chamber.

22:31 Veren blinks. "Uh.." The flareon's stomach churned softly as the two exchanged a 'greeting'. "No. What the hell do you want?" He rose his eyebrow right back to him. "Don't you have something else to do? Go away. I'm busy."

22:33 Gyro Feather slides a little closer to him, shaking off the dirt that coated his body and left him rather mangy. "Oh I think your plans are about to change, unless you intend to be busy gurgling away in my stomach, where all good little foxes like you belong." The gryphon brings his talon forward to press hard into the other's snout as he grins.

23:01 < Gyro Feather> (A little distracted this evening? or not feeling it? )

23:03 < Veren> ( oh, right. Yeah, distracted

20:29 < Veren> Come on fatass, let's get this goin. :v

20:30 < Gyro Feather> I'm not fat, yet!

20:30 < Gyro Feather> need a reminder of where we were?

20:30 < Veren> I still have them.

20:30 < Gyro Feather> cool cool~

20:32 Veren puffs smoke into the bird's eyes, the embers still freshly hot from his inner core. The insides of a flareon were always hot, but he was already beginning to notice he was struggling to put off any outside of him. The smoke in the bird's face, he rose a hind leg and kicked hard, finding it somewhat refreshing to actually have to use force instead of fire.

20:38 Gyro Feather is unfazed by the smoke, which now is only a paltry amount of thickness, that, while it stung at his eyes and hung oppressively in the air, irritating his lungs, he could still see through. The bird slides his head to the side as the kick comes forward, instead hitting gyro's shoulder towards the end of its reach, coming to a thump that brings a grunt from the bird's beak. His his claw then reaches over and grasps the end of the leg, holding ot outright. "Hmmm maybe I ought to start with this end," he humms.

20:48 Veren 's bushy tail wriggles around as he jerks his legs back into him, his awfully pudgy body definitely not suit for any physical fighting in its current state. Any sudden movement sends a delicious looking jiggle through that pudgy stomach of his, gritting his fangs together as he pulled himself away. "Get out of here, you weirdo! How the fuck did you even get down here? Let go of me!"

20:54 Gyro Feather slides forward as the leg pulls back, but then grasps tighter, digging his claws into it and clutches it to his chest once more, leaving the dog rather off balance. His eyes catch that lovely pudge before he turns his attention down towards the hind paw. His tongue snakes out and licks over the soft spicy fur. "Mmmmm, lovely~ And the same way you did, through the front door. His eyes never leave the pokemon, preparing to dodge any subsequent attacks.

21:04 Veren 's paws are placed on the gryphon's feathery chest, trying to push him off, even as he feels the warm tongue drag itself against his smokey fur. "Don't you dare." He warned, realizing just what he was having in mind. But that flavor and just how filling he looked rang into his mind as well, taking the bird's perspective. [sub]Shit, he knew he'd eat himself if he was given the opportunity.[/sub] He was damn tasty!

21:09 Gyro Feather grabs the other hind paw as it presses against his chest and then pulls away, tugging Veren onto his back, belly up in the cozy chamber. "Oh, I'll do more than dare, and soon you'll be sliding out of my ass as the pile of shit you are. You should have never messed with me," he declares with a growl. The beak then darts forward and snags both hind paws in it, pressing the toes to the back of his throat. THe tunnel opens up and a loud glck rings out as the first of his succulent body presses into the slick tube. All the while the tongue rolls over the fur that remains in his maw, tasting every inch of that lovely flesh.

21:22 Veren fought against his tongue, yet he knew the fight was going to be petty. He prided all his strength in his fire abilities, all of which causing him to grow fat and lazy with his actual body. His smokey flavored fur tickled that throat it was mushed into, only to promptly sprout a little swell in that sheath between his legs he was dragging over. His chest heaved as he watched himself helplessly being devoured right before his own eyes, back to the dirt. In the back of his mind, he had a feeling not outright killing this idiot was a fatal mistake. He had the power to do it, but he was lazy...Not to mention, it was awfully fun pissing him off! But, that seems to have gone askew. All this struggling and panting had him putting out quite an annoying amount of smoke into the small chamber.

21:30 Gyro Feather smirks around the legs as he sees the little sheath plumping up in front of him. A claw reaches out to brush against the member while his other one slowly guides the creature deeper into his gullet. Rippling flesh pulls at the legs, smearing hot sticky drool into every inch of his fur as he's slowly guided inward. Oh how Gyro relished how the fat gut wiggles and moves on his prey, no doubt many of his own catches had ended up on that. Oh how wonderful it would be to take care of this pest and not have to worry about missing out on food any more. Tears begin to form at the edges of gyro's eyes regardless, however, as the thick smoke irritates and burns at them, though its not nearly enough to make the greedy bird stop his advances.

21:39 Veren wriggles still! He can't forget he's not supposed to let this happen, even though it was inevitable to struggle. He held his breath, focusing all he could to his fiery core, yet only putting off a little burst of minor heat rather than an inferno. Groaning, he grit his teeth once again, the beak inching up on him by the second. "You put something in that bait, didn't you? Cheap bastard. You're no better than I." He grimaced, but the fact they were alike and that he was being eaten was driving enough carnal rage to sprout a minor chub between his legs. The rubs against it certainly weren't keeping it from growing bigger..

21:46 Gyro Feather laughs around the legs in his mouth, causing the beak to clench and draw just a little bit of blood that wet upon his fur. He then nods at the accusation. The next gulp brings that slight welling into his mouth, only enhancing the lovely flavor that ran over his tongue. It would take nearly a day for that seed to wear off, and by the way this looked like it was going, certainly Veren would have a lot less than that. His hot breath is close enough now that the humid sensation adds to the claws that plays with his package. The tip of the talon presses into the sheath to graze softly against the flesh that hides inside. He had no fear of the poor little creature now.

21:54 Veren shudders. [sub]Boing![/sub] That cock finally sprouts from the sheath fully, even with the pain of the beak piercing into his fur and the talon invading into his sensitive sheath, sending him writhing. "Ngh! You bitch." He dug his paw into the dirt. "God, at least I could actually eat fast. Fucking just [b]do it already[/b]." He commanded, still the hotheaded little creature he was, even with a debuff keeping him down. His smokey flavor filled and stained the predatory bird's tongue, the anger never leaving his face. No matter what he would do, he wouldn't allow him to see fear on his face...

22:00 Gyro Feather watches it finally push out and then opens his beak a little wider, darting it forward to take the creature's hips and most importantly, his throbbing length into his mouth. The hot drool washes over it, and then with another gulp the slimy walls of the throat cling and throb around it. The first bulge the creature makes disapears into his chest, staring to curl up in his crop. The feet squelch into the sack, bending around and deforming it, while it churns around them. The bird was finding himself even more tempted to slow down as the fox complains, hoping to see him break.

22:13 Veren 's eyes widen and nose crunches a little as he is suddenly plunged deeper, cock fully encased into him. A sudden groan of pleasure emitted from him, finally realizing something he could do in retaliation. "About time. Thanks for the flesh to fuck." He grinned, only to grind his hips upwards into the avian's throat, cock meat slick with saliva getting a lovely rub from that inner throat. A moan followed suit. "Guess you're gonna have to take a load before you're done, fucker." Perverted, slightly insane, he was finding himself starting to get into the situation more than he thought he would.

22:21 Gyro Feather winces at the first arch of the hips as it pressed against his thick walls, which clench and squeeze around the shaft in retaliation. Gyro stares up over his beak at Veren as the pokemon with some amusement. He times his gulps with thrusts, causing the pokemon to slide in even faster, and soon gyro found himself up to foxes chest. His hot foul, fishy breath now breaths out over the creature's face, carrying with it the scent of what's beyond, a smell he certainly would soon join as he's forced to stew away.

22:39 Veren tilted his head to the side and grimaced as the smell hit him, but he still kept his little thrusts into the flesh up, even if his head was about to take the plunge. The smoke was dissipating, but he was beginning to put out a decent amount of smoke once again as the beak was coming over his vision, the final gulps upon him. Grunting, groaning, [sub]moaning[/sub], he was so close yet he was about to lose his last glimpse at the outside world...The actual last thing he would be seeing being the mouth of his own predator sealing around him. [b]Ghlk[/b].

22:45 Gyro Feather begins to deposit those gyrating hips into his slimy crop as well, pulling the sheath down away from the slippery flesh as they instead press up against his own body. The beak frames the pokemon's vision, a hard yellow set of walls as he slides in. Only his paws remain outside. The textured tongue rises up and pushes over the face. One final gulp causes the walls of the throat to reach forward and draw him inward, sealing him into darkness. The paws are just a little further behind them, but they too diesapear as the beak clacks down with a noise that eches through his body.

22:55 Veren winces. [b]Slllhp..[/b] The sounds around him were familiar, but all the perverted pleasure he strewed across his face disappeared once he was encased in a world of flesh. He squirmed against the movement, looking down as he assumed to see something, but only finding darkness. The smell was stronger, the sounds were louder, and the juices around him not just saliva. "Egh...Damn. There goes my fun." He panted smoke still, even within the chambers of the bird. He'd be belching up smoke for a good hour after he's done with his meal!

23:06 Gyro Feather gives the first of what certainly would be many burps as the creature settles down into his final resting place. Gyro doesnt even give him time to get used to the first spot, and instead focuses, causing the bottom to open up beneath him. The foul acrid air of his stomach rushes into the crop, adding to the smoke while the gullet's peristalsis edges the poor pokemon into his stomach. Already little bits of acid pooled at the bottom of the chamber, created in eager anticipation for the gryphon's ensuing meal. As the bulge transitions to his belly, the gryphon brings his talon down to trace over it. "Ahh, you were so lovely, hard to believe you were such a thorn in my side for so long, and now you're instead food in my gut~"

23:25 Veren taunts, "Just like all those previous prey your weak ass wasn't able to grab?" He laughed from inside, slumping into the stomach with barely a wiggle. He wasn't going to try and squirm or fight, knowing the bird would find pleasure in it if he did. That was about all he could do...The acids were just annoying, nothing he would be bothered by in the instant moment. The stillness of himself was not going to rile it any further, prompting him a little more time to live. He kept his breaths shallow, pumping smoke into his body, staining the acidic air with a smokey tinge reminiscent of the flavor of his own saliva covered fur. "How's some faggot bird like you not die by now? It's amazing you even manage to catch fish with your fruit cake ass popping up in the brush."

23:33 Gyro Feather clenches his beak as he finds barely a jolt of movement from the creature inside his stomach and brings a claw down to push at the lumpy bulges, trying to get him to move around. Right now the only thing he felt was the shifting of the creature around by his rythymic stomach which steadily works the tingling liquids into his fur. The steady squelchign and gurgling noises surrounds him while the thumping of the bird's heart and his slow breathing adds to the noises. He couldnt believe this guy, even as a meal he just kept taunting. Gyro digs a claw a little harder into his side, drawing a wince from himself, but hopefully causing even more discomfort from his prey. "Shut the fuck up. All those prey that got away were because you stole them, and now I'll have my rev---buuuuurrrrrppp" Veren's smokey gas chooses that instant to expell from his stomach, cutting off the words of the already riled up creature.

23:41 Veren teases, "How's that smoke taste? Don't worry, if the lack of oxygen doesn't kill you, I'm sure you'll choke on a squirrel or some shit the next day." He kicked at the prods, but only then and there. Even if he wasn't squirming around in there, it did have to feel satisfying for a decent sized meal like him to finally be put where he belonged, food for the gryphon's belly. "When's the last time some fag like you even got laid? Or, are there just no [b]real[/b] gryphons around for you to fuck because you're inferior?" Veren knew he had to be striking some nerves with that response he gave him, only to snicker. The pain was starting to well up on him, biting at his smaller parts - legs first. His fur was being ruined with each passing moment. "Bet next time, you'll be blowing smoke out your shrimpy ass."

23:49 Gyro Feather feels the anger rising in him from the constant jeering and balls up a claw. He hits his gut with it rather hard, a motion which he instantly regrets as a pained gasp comes from his own lungs. He'd certainly not be doing that again. "Shut up you stupid little beast. I'll have you know that I can find a mate nearly as often as I'd like, every mare and formel alike enjoys my pretty form," he declares voice rising with each word. "I'm a fucking real gryphon, and you're just a solid pile of gryphon shit, waiting to be processed." He growls, lashing his tail back and forth. The stomach grows all the more intense aroudn the poor dog acids slowly rise around him, ensuring that every bit of his flesh is covered. Each second more and more of the pretty oragnge fur is stripped off. And yet, the bird certainly couldn't find any enjoyment in what should be an enjoyable full belly with the calls of pokemon.

23:55 Veren continues, "Can you even name three? And children don't count, ya diseased ridden bird." He laughed at the punch, only minorly hurt, knowing the bird's flesh absorbed most of the pain. "Lighten up, sweetcheeks. Your twink ass managed to catch [b]one[/b] little flareon that's been making your life hell since the day he came into your life. I'll be laughing my ass off from the grave after you get heart[[b]burn[/b]." He howled in laughter, the pain starting to make him jerk a little more often, finally something to enjoy besides the erasing of his nemesis. "I'll give you some [b]fiery[/b] shits, if you know what I mean!"

00:00 Gyro Feather snorts and rolls his eyes. "Well there's this one pony I've had not too long ago, her name was Ulysses, and this handsome gryphon, Emarth, and then a pheonix avian, Skylar,' he responds with a snort. The gryphon then clenches his gut even tigher around the creature, causing the exposed aching flesh to slide against the rolling walls of the stomach. "I ate that pony too. Its not my fault that you stupid pokemon have magic powers that make things difficult on us normal creatures." Gyro retorts, adding in a grumble under his breath. The bird smurks then as he feels the movements begining to grow inside of him as his hind legs and sheath lose their skin, exposing their flesh to the acids. "Even if that's the case, it'll be worth it to get rid of you. I hope you enjoy polluting your little hole."

00:07 Veren retorts, "It's a hole in the ground. Why would anyone care if it was dirty?" He laughed once again, but he was a little sluggish with his words, starting to feel a little sleepy from the lack of air in his stomach. The pain was doing its best to keep him aware, yet his mind was starting to force him into a corner, wriggling more with his body's natural instincts to fight for life...even with his mind having accepted he wasn't going anywhere. "You're fat ass actually ate a pony, woopee. Bet that's your biggest meal, huh? Haha~. What a fucking loser.." He desperately tried to keep his face from planting itself into the side of his stomach, listing there only to jerk back.

00:14 Gyro Feather certainly wasn't about to let the creature go just yet, Veren needed all the punishment he could get. The bird muscles up a loud burp, purging all of the old air from the chamber and squishing the creature completley beneath the surface. He then rather quickly gulps down another couple of beakfuls of air to refresh the creature in his gut. The gryphon lets out a loud purr as he feels the creature begining to fight for his life finally, struggling against the inevitable as it eats away at his form. "And what, I doubt you've eaten a pony before," he responds with a snort. Certainly by now there was little flesh left on his legs as the bones are steadily exposed, leaving the rest sloughing off into the foul chyme.

00:25 Veren mumbled, "You're..." barely audible under all the gurgling his stomach was producing now, succumbing to the acids slowly. His meat was exposed, skin sloughed off like a freshly cooked layer of chicken wings, exposing the delicious and awfully fatty, tender flesh below! He may not be the healthiest meal, but definitely a satisfying, if not ego boosting meal for the victorious gryphon. The reinstancing of the air was a few seconds added onto his pain, but his body finally cut the cord on him without his consent, slumping into the pool face first and burbling underneath it with his last breath. The body continued to fight and twitch, turning over and jerking to the left, then to the right, trying to squirm its way out of the bloody pool of enzymes before failing all together and ceasing. Nothing but gryphon chow.

00:34 Gyro Feather frowns as he feels the creature teetering off and gives his stomach a couple more hard pokes, only to get nothing in response after the initial burst. Ah well, seems that the stupid fire fox has succumbed to his gut, the proper place for such an annoying brazen creature, and by the morning he'd be nothing more than a pile of shit inside of a hole. Gyro lets out a loud yawn and closes his eyes, steadily letting himself drift off to sleep with the groaning gut in front of him. Steadily as he naps, the flesh is stripped from Veren's body. His guts spill into the chamber and everything is dissolved, turning from a loose bulgy form into a taut sloshy round middle. Bones snap and crack as they're compressed into a tight ball. All together, the bird adds quite a bit of weight to his belly and hips.

00:34 < Gyro Feather> (I'll add the disposal in a bit ^^)

00:38 < Veren> ( you wanna continue this with Flanker or something?

00:38 < Gyro Feather> (Sure~)

00:39 < Gyro Feather> (Though I cant tonight I think)

00:39 < Veren> ( That's fine, it's gettin late

01:15 Gyro Feather wakes finally in the morning with a loud yawn. As he stretches and opens his eyes he notices that he's in a pitch black dirt cavern, His claws graze against the earth as he begins to panic. It takes him a minute for the bird to realize that right, he was in Veren's cave. He slowly shifts around till he finds the exit tunnel, only to find that he cant quite squeeze out of it. There's an intense pressure at his rump when he does, and an equally urgent one in his chest.
With a sigh the peacock lifts his tail, and with one loud blast of gass that stinks up the chamber, announces the departure of the other. He could swear he smelled more smoke in the air. The turds were rather firey themselves, leaving burning sensations in their wake as they slowly plopped out into an invisible pile. The cavern slowly fills iwth several pounds of dark brown matter that at some time, was somehow all apart of a little shit of a pokemon. Once his belly feels its done with its part, he steadily climbs, working his way out of the cave and up towards the surface. The new bulging gut makes this difficult as it drags, but he does eventually reach there.
Once at the top, teh gryphon gags and coughs. A thick bulge steadily makes its way up his throat till it peaks at the back. A big orange and yellow mass of fur surrounding white bone plops down onto the cavern, a grisly reminder of what had once lived there and now no longer did. Slime drips and pools around it the pellet, creating mud in the dirt. With that the bird trots off, eager to enjoy a life without that awful bird.

01:15 < Gyro Feather> err awful fox

01:16 < Gyro Feather> nini flanks~

01:17 < Veren> ( night night