Cleaning By a Deer Dear

15 October 2016

09:34 Paradise slurps all over Gyro Feather

09:35 Gyro Feather shivers but at least he's rendered a little more clean.

09:37 Paradise nomphs over his head and just sucks on him like candy~

09:41 Gyro Feather squawks as he's now surrounded in hot wetness and brings his claws to push at her lips while the hot drool is worked into his head feathers. A faint taste of mint flavors his feathers.

09:49 Paradise barely takes notice in his claws as she suckles upon him, relishing his flavor... Though soon after, she opens up her mouth just long enough to engulf those claws too, squishing his head against the back of her throat~

09:55 Gyro Feather wrinkles his face as he's forced to breath in the stale deer breath. His claws soon are too rendered seless as they're pulled up into the slippery wet flesh. He digs the claws into the slick surface, though the slipperyness gives him no opportunity to grab hold as he feels the pressure against his beak. "D-dont swallow..." he grunts out.

10:03 Paradise does exactly that, after moments of savoring the delicious mint flavoring of the gryphon~ "Mmmnn..." She coos around him, before her throat opens up with the first long, powerful swallow that drags his head into the wet, pulsating throat

10:07 Gyro Feather tries to cry out in protest as the throat walls open up before him, while the tongue pushes his slickened form, along with his claws into her powerful muscular gullet. His noises, however are soon rendered useless as teh musles squeeze shut his beak. THe bird's hind legs kick in the air as he's lifted up of the ground and his ears echo with her swallows.

10:17 Paradise closes her eyes, soft coos and murmurs echoing around Gyro's head as she swallows again and again, packing more of him into her squeezing gullet... Before long, her lips had wrapped around his middle, and she lifts him skyward so that gravity would help draw him into the stewing contents of her last couple of slowly-digesting meals

12:45 Gyro Feather squawks and kicks out with his hind legs, squriming as each gulp draws more of him into the hot slime covered tunnel, subsequently working the foul slime into his fur and feathers. The bird squeals and offers muffled protests. The smell gets far more foul the closer he gets to the stomach, until he's nearly overwhelmed as his head breaches into the rumen. He presses into a mess of half chewed grass and who knows what else, all covered in slime and feeling rather goopy.

12:50 Paradise sluuurrrps him a little further down with a [b]*glrrk*[/b], his throat-bulging form dropping down several inches and dunking him into the chyme! There was more than grass and berries in that slop, evident by the scent of mostly-processed meat and various bones swirling around within the gurgling, churning confines of that fat deer-pokè's gut

12:55 Gyro Feather shudders as he feels the half digested meat and bones pushing face and as he opens his beak to protest he gets a mouthful of the slop. The foul bitter taste leaves Gyro gagging and spitting while his hind legs and tail flick in the air. Gyro claws to the surface of the mess, padding himself from the worst of teh slop by a mass of leaves and grass. "S-spit me out...its absolutely foul in here."

13:06 Paradise ignores his protests, or doesn't hear them over the groaning gurgles of her own gut, muffled to the outside by the thick layer of pudge coating her belly. "Mmmnn..." She croons, before lazily slurping up the rest of his middle, jaws working over his rump and her tongue teasingly brushing over every litte sensitive bit~

13:10 Gyro Feather shivers as the tongue runs up over his shaft and between his rump cheeks, playing with his plot hole. The bird's shaft slowly begins to extrude from his package, exposing some muskier flavors. His tail slaps back to twack the deer upon the nose, but he's certainly not going anywhere but in. Each loud swallow draws more of his body into the steadily squelching chamber, on top of hwich he can hear her thumping heart and steady breathing.

13:27 Paradise lingered only a moment upon him, too hungry to wait long enough for her meal to get off, and slowly slurps up his hind end as he squishes more and more within that already packed gut~ The air was thick and stale, foul with the acrid scent of digestion, and would make his eyes and nose burn from the acid bubbling up slowly from beneath. Another casual swallow, and soon all that was left was his rear legs and that pesky tail, slowly getting consumed by the force of gravity and the loosening of her throat

13:42 Gyro Feather feebly kicks as he's gulped down once more, drawing his hindquarters into the thick gullet. The bird grunts as more of his body is pressed into the sack. Each breath was labored and difficult in the putrid air that burns at his lungs with the droplets that lace it. The gryphon feel shimself staritng to curl in the stomach now as more of his body fleshs out the chamber, getting poked with leaves and bones. Around him he could hear teh squelching and churning of an active stomach.

13:48 Paradise finishes off the gryphon with a final long, wet slurp of his paws and tail into her gullet, her gut swelling out as more and more of him is rapidly packed into the acidic sack within. His squirming, coupled by the excess air she'd ended up swallowing down with him, causes her gut to roar and churn for a bit, before... [color=green][b]*UUUURRRRAAAARRRRP*[/b][/color] "Oh dear... Excuse me..."

14:00 Gyro Feather kicks against the tongue as it licks over his hind paws as they lick between his toes and coat them and the tail in a hot slick drool before they ram him down the eager gullet. The last of him is pressed down into the chamber which squeezes and massages him around, pressing some of that tingling chyme into his coat. And then a loud noise rings in his ear as the stomach contracts around him, pressing him further into the slop and making it dificult to breath.

14:06 Paradise pokes at her gut, lazily watching her paunch ripple and wobble from the touch while it churns and groans around her latest meal. "I think I need to go on a diet or something... I'm getting tubby." She mumbles, settling down upon her gut with another thick, acrid belch. "Mnph... He tasted pretty good though."

14:18 Gyro Feather grunts as he feels her weight settling down on top of him, pushing him further into the muck. The acid int he deers stomach seemed rather light, feeling oily to the touch as it coats his feathers, but otherwise not too terrible at the moment, just a sign that he'd be stewing in here a long time before she was done. However another belch pulls much of the air out of the chamber. He'd certainly suffocate first, he realizes as he begins to thrash once more, pressing at her stomach amd making bulges. "S-spit me out, and you cna taste me again...please...and you wont get fat."

14:34 Paradise groans as his kicks jostle her stomach about, making her hiccup and involuntarily swallow more air. "Gah... Ugh... Stop with the kicking already, yeesh... Not like I /can/ spit you up at this point." She grumbles, prodding him through her gut. "You shouldn't taste so good if you don't want to be eaten."

14:40 < Gogglechu> [sub]Oh my[/sub]

14:46 Gyro Feather gasps in the sudden rush of fresh air, which smells only marginally better than what he'd released before, staving off his lightheadedness for the moment. The kicking, however, doesnt cease as the bird struggles to get her to vomit him back up somehow. He wiggles and pushes at the prodding as her words rumble over his form. "B-but...its supposed to be for scents...not taste."
!ooc[14:48:33] [15.10.16] -*- Thoshan Galvantula: /me thinks that Paradise could probably work off that eventual extra chub if she tried.

14:50 < Gyro Feather> [sub]I dont think she could hold herself to the proper diet[/sub]

14:51 Paradise huffs! "That's just silly! Good smelling things taste good, that's how things work!" She prods him again. "So be a good snack and stay down, okay? I don't want to lose my dinner too."

14:53 Gyro Feather snorts at that assessment and then kicks a little harder against the walls of the stomach. The fact that she hinted she might vomit only spurs him on to struggle even harder against the walls. "Many p-poisonous plants have a nice scent too..."

15:14 Paradise hurks and belches again, a long, ground shaking expulsion this time. "Ugh... And you're not a plant, are you? I mean, I know some plants who fight back once you eat them, but none had feathers... Or gave me indigestion."

15:15 < Rin the Nidorina> What did I walk into

15:15 < Gyro Feather> [sub]a deer haven eaten a peacock gryph[/sub]

15:21 < Rin the Nidorina> That mew smells familiar

15:21 < Derp the Mew> Which one?

15:22 < Rin the Nidorina> The female one

15:22 < Derp the Mew> A'ight.

15:24 < Rin the Nidorina> Also I think paradise may need a few tums

15:24 Gyro Feather feels the stomach squeeze upon him once more, this time even knocking the little breath he had out of him as a tremor shocks the sack. He gasps for air, but finds that there's none left in the squishy mess, instead pressing deeper into the chyme. He pushes back against the walls weakly now. "N-no...but still poisionous..." he argues, lying through his teeth. He doesnt have much time left in paradise's gut.

15:34 Paradise hiccups again, another humid inrush of air filling her gut. "Ugh... I'm pretty sure you're not *urp* poisonous... Hard to digest, maybe... But I'll work you down eventually."

15:41 Gyro Feather coughs and gags, sputtering out some slime as yet another rush of air fills the stomach. The bird gives another round of complaints as the deer swallows yet more air. His struggles are weakening though, as the heat and fighting are slowly sapping his strength.

16:15 Paradise blinks while her gut growls angrily around Gyro. "Uurrp... Nm... I should... Mmm..." She murmurs, eyes drooping closed as her body begins to move energy towards digestion

16:34 Gyro Feather 's struggles all but cease as he feels the deer falling asleep around him. It was becoming harder and harder to fight against the tight churning stomach which only increases in intensity as works the mess into his body. Soon enough wihtout her able to replenish her air, the bird passes out, still save for a bit of twitching.