Taking Care of Trash at a Picnic

16 October 2016

10:23 < Lillia Blume> Looking, eh?~

10:24 < Gyro Feather> quite possibly~

10:24 < Lillia Blume> Well how would you feel about something focused around hard digestion?

10:25 < Gyro Feather> I think that that's all ratata's are good for, just bird food to be gurlged away~

10:26 < Lillia Blume> There's the spirit~

10:27 < Gyro Feather> So then, any ideas on how we ought to start?

10:27 < Lillia Blume> Well that depends, where abouts is Gyro usually found, especially when looking for prey?

10:36 < Gyro Feather> Hmmm well I mean usual hunting is probably on a feild or the like. Not sure if I want to really just do a straight hunt though.

10:37 < Gyro Feather> Though if she's sassy and has a tendency to get in over her head, well he is modeled after a peacock. Maybe she can tease or otherwise mess with him first ^^

10:37 < Gyro Feather> Could really happen wherever.

10:38 < Lillia Blume> Perhaps he could be resting in a picnic clearing, and Lillia is rummaging around looking for scraps?

10:38 < Gyro Feather> hmm perhaps

10:38 < Lillia Blume> Being a prideful griffin, Gyro could make a comment about it being low, which makes her respond with something less than advisable

10:41 < Gyro Feather> indeed

10:41 < Gyro Feather> well then, care to start us off?

10:42 < Lillia Blume> Sure thing!~ I'll just be a moment then.

10:49 Lillia Blume slowly managed to patter her way out into her usual clearing, the rattata finding herself often satisfied by the leftovers the usual hikers left around. And, well, the fact that almost no one was up here this early in the morning, and sure as hell not sticking around. It was, of course, a pain in the ass to always be this tired when searching for food, but what else could one do as a hermit like herself? Buy any of it? As if.

10:55 Gyro Feather sat upon a table, pulling out a small breakfast that he intended to prepare here. The gryphon had decided to come out rather early one day to enjoy the summer day before it got too hot. He slowly begins to fix himself a sandwich, slathering it in jelly and peanut butter while he looks around the clearing. Hmm seems that a little rat is running around. He only pays it half a mind, but when a gust of wind knocks his sandwhich off onto the ground, he curses.

11:11 Lillia Blume glanced up at the sudden sound, her ears perking to show her attention had been raised. Previously she hadn't even looked up to check whether or not anyone was there, assuming that no one was crazy enough to be hanging around at five in the morning of all times. "What are you...?" She started, barely able to finish that sentence out of confusion.

11:23 Gyro Feather looks down at the creature that was digging around along the floor of the picnic area, looking for scraps. He then snorts and picks up his dropped half made sandwhich, crumples it up and tosses it down into the trash can to deliberately spite the creature. "I'm just trying to enjoy a bite to eat without annoyances.

11:27 Lillia Blume huffed, standing up on her hind legs and crossing her arms to show her obvious displeasure with his statement. "Well excuse [b]you![/b] Some of us are struggling to survive out here." The rattata grumbled, offering naught but a roll of her eyes as sympathy for the now entirely ruined sandwich. She didn't even like peanut butter...

11:33 Gyro Feather waves his claw away, trying to shoo the little critter off before returning to his meal. He slowly begins to fix yet another piece of bread, pointedly trying to ingore Lillia. And yet he just couldnt. "Well go try to survive elsewhere. Hutnint around for scraps and the like is rather deserving only of a rat."

11:42 Lillia Blume grumbled, slightly limping over to the trash can to see just what else was thrown into it. There was usually [b]something[/b] good. "I'll have you know there are plenty of quite respectable rodents! Compared to the completely unrespectable bunch that are you featherheads."

11:47 Gyro Feather growls at the little creature and hops up off of his perch on the bench, waling over towards Lillia. He swings his claws down to snatch her off the rim of the trash can and holds her by the scruff of her neck right in front of him. "What was that you said? I dont think I heard you properly, you little rat."

11:53 Lillia Blume seemed to give the same condescending look even despite being hoisted up from her searching place. In fact, her appearance almost appeared even more ridicule inducing. "You realise the word 'rat' isn't offensive when used to describe the actual rodent, right?"

11:57 Gyro Feather narrows his eyes and clenches his beak. He hold this pose for a second, before hie finally speaks, letting his hot foul fishy breath waft over the creature. "Except I dont think you are a mangy little rat, no, you're really just food. You'll suppliment my breakfast nicely. I hope you like jelly," he responds, and then wraps Lillia up in his tail. He carries her over to his table upon which he pins her down against hte hard wood with a claw.

12:06 Lillia Blume blinked, the sudden turn of conversation from a verbal exchange of offense to a threat of being eaten more than shocking the little rodent. "I'll what?! Food?!" She squeaked, quickly beginning to squirm in his claw's grip, really not all that sure what to do after being taken by surprise like this.

12:14 < Gyro Feather> (sorry...I apparently have to do things today :V might have to take a rain check.

12:15 < Lillia Blume> ((No trouble!~ I'll see about poking you at a better time!))

12:16 < Gyro Feather> (like in...6-7 hours should be clear)

21:35 < Lillia Blume> ((Heya! You free to continue?))

21:38 < Gyro Feather> I think I am~

21:39 < Lillia Blume> Wonderful!~ Feel free to post a reply then!

21:45 Gyro Feather brags the jar of blackberry jam in his free talon and upends the container on the preserved fruit onto the other's purple fur, which splashes down. Little bits of seeds dot the sweet mixture as it runs down his coat, even going so far as to smother his own talons as well. "A little protien to start the morning is all."

21:51 Lillia Blume 's flailing picked up intensity at the carelessness the gryphon had for the little rattata's wellbeing, even as each movement proved itself to be more useless and tiring than the last. "No, wait! I'm more than just protein! Y-y-y-you can't just do this to people!" She exclaimed, tears welling in her eyes.

21:53 Gyro Feather raises an eyebrow at the little one's protests and then flips him over, pressing the creature into a slice of bread. "People? I thought you were just admitting to be a rat moments ago. Those are just food," he responds matter of factly. Instead he dips a knife into the jar of peanutt butter and takes out a scoop. He immidieatly paings the creature's snout with a thick coating of brown.

22:02 Lillia Blume shook her head rapidly, her body's movements having ceased upon the realisation as to how futile they were. "J-just food?! B-but I'm talking to you! F-food doesn't talk, does it?" She desperately tried to argue, figuring it would be all over for her the moment her body came in contact with that throat of his.

22:09 Gyro Feather snorts at her protests and stuffs the knife into her mouth pushign in a thick wad of peanut butter that would certainly gum her up for a bit. Slowly he adds to the mess coating her fur and hiding the white belly. "I've had plenty of food that talks, but it doesnt have anything important to say once my beak is around them. They're all quiet, making carnal noises instead~"

22:15 Lillia Blume 's mind filled with images of what said noises might have been caused from, the concept of that sharp beak tearing apart her body being a harrowing one. The sticky peanut based substance certainly shut her up long enough to finish the sandwich, Lillia taking a moment to hack it up out of her maw. "C-c-c-c-carnal noises?!"

22:28 Gyro Feather closes the second slice of bread on top of the rodent before responding to her question, squishing her saturated form down between btoh slices. "Yep, you know, calling and begging turning into muffled shouts as my throat closes tight over their snout, leaving them unable to speak anymore~" He shifts the sandwhich up closer to his beak, letting the creature pear deep inside.

22:32 Lillia Blume shivers in fear, having been given a particularly clear view of the convulsing throat muscles at the back of the avian's maw, clenching and pulsing to the beat of his heart as a welcome to it's newest potential meal. Quickly following the sight of her new home was the smell, a warning as to what the rattata was about to be exposed to in her soon to be acidic den. "P-p-please! I-I don't wanna g-go like that!"

22:36 Gyro Feather shrugs at the little creature and instead gives a hard bite on their ear, nearly drawing with it a bit of blood. "Well, you know I could just tear you to pieces instead," he offers with a menacing growl. So close the hot foul and fishy breath wafts over the ratatta, carrying with hit a humidity that were his fur not already coated, would create small beads of condensation upon his fur.

22:46 Lillia Blume shrieked in pain, one sticky paw moving up to grasp at her ear as to help deal with the pain. "I-I get it! I get it! D-decapitation i-isn't better than suffocation! J-just let go, it hurts!" She protested, the tears that had filled her eyes slowly dripping down her cheeks now, showing just how she felt about this.

22:53 Gyro Feather ignores the shriek and the cries, instead finally stuffing the first bit of the sandwhich between his greedy beak. Hot saliva droops down onto the ratatta's snout, carrying with it a foul scent that competed with the smell of peanut butter and blackberry. The tongue runs up and down over his face, licking off the tasty toppings. As he begins to get a tinge of that fur though, he makes a face. Best make it quick, he thinks.

22:57 Lillia Blume let out a grunt at the sensation of having that slimy appendage run all over her face, the relief of having the toppings removed from her only replaced with another sticky fluid that smelled worse than both combined. She took pride in how clean her fur was, but it was no secret that she didn't exactly leave her fur seasoned, the only pleasant taste upon her being the scent of soups the little rattata had made for herself in the past.

23:05 Gyro Feather shoves her head against the back of his hot throbbing gullet and then takes a gulp. The muscles open up and then contract as she's drawn in a little deeper. The hot flesh rings her muzzle, sealing her mouth shut as he then focuses on wetting the bread beneath her chest. The slippery liquid seeps down against her, soaking into her fur while the sharp edges of the beak cut into her flesh.

23:11 Lillia Blume could only sob as the beak's pointed tip jabs into her back and belly, leading the rodent bleeding and in a state of further distress than previously. She wanted to beg for him to just ditch the sandwich idea, to just swallow her the quicker way and avoid all this torture. After all, the saliva was now beginning to drip onto the wounds, making her cries double in intensity as the mildly acidic fluids seeped into her.

23:23 Gyro Feather opens his mouth wider still and darts his beak forward, closing his beak down over her haunches, leaving only the legs sticking out of his mouth. Deep as she was, the throat grabs ahold, tugging her furether still without him making a conscious effort. His tongue searches over her fur, allowing him to pull the last tastes of her as the bulge she makes steadily fills his throat and disapears into his chest.

23:28 Lillia Blume could tell the moment she began her descent, the throat grabbing her by the muzzle and yanking her down into a tighter and even more gooey chamber that was his oesophagus. Unlike his maw, it didn't simply swirl around her and tug her in, instead opening up before her while the muscles behind her clenched close to squeeze her forward.

23:32 Gyro Feather feels the hind paws slide across his tongue, followed finally by that large swirling tail. His beak snaps shut with a clack as he turns his head skyward, feeling the bulge slide down. A claw rises up to stroke at the loose form she made in his neck, bringing a loud purr to his beak that rumbles the creature's body. Soon it opens up, though not into a stomach, but a small muscular pouch in the gryphon's chest.

23:39 Lillia Blume clenched her eyes closed as she finally felt the touch of some kind of sphincter against her nose, the organ sliding open to greet her with little time wasted. At that point, she thought it was it, assuming she was finally going to drop right down into the bird's stomach and thus her inevitable demise. However, when she was actually dumped into the orifice, she noticed that although the scent was no better, her body was not instantly met with a wave of burning pain. In face, the much more open space allowed her to peel the sandwich off of herself, to get comfy for what was to happen next. "Wh-what? I-it... I-it doesn't hurt so much..." She noted, assuming the pool of saliva she stood in were stomach acids, finally able to talk without an organ pressing her maw shut.

23:47 Gyro Feather rumbles louder still as his meal settles down into his crop, feeling her squirm and move about. The muscles give a soft squeeze upon her body as she wiggles inside, forced to curl up still, but not painfully tight. He snorts, shaking his head. "Of course it doesn't, the fiery belly is just a little on past that hole at the rear. Enjoy yourself in there while it lasts~" He teases. The very voice of his is overwhelming, echoing in her ears over the other organic noises his body is awash with. The muscles squeeze and churn over her, pushing the bread back against her fur even as she slips free of the slick mushy substance. Gyro begins to pack his things, satisfied with his breakfast.

23:56 Lillia Blume grips her already rather hurting ears to shield them from the sound, glancing around with her rather efficient night vision to spot the second hole in question, noticing the particularly loud gurgling coming from it that confirmed his explanation. Dread began filling her as the temporary relief left her, noticing that the inner walls around her had begun to gradually clench tighter and tighter into her body, making sure they had absolute control over where she went and what she felt. "No, no no! No! I didn't wanna go out like this! Not in someone's stomach!" She sniffed, her body shivering in fear.

23:59 < Gyro Feather> (I think we need to break it hear for the night I'm afraid, or else the digestion scene wont be as you'd like ^^)

23:59 < Gyro Feather> (I hope you're enjoying yourself though :D

10:08 Gyro Feather snorts at her cry as he finishes putting everything away save for a small bunch of grapes. He takes a couple and smushes them up against the roof of his mouth, tasting the lovely flavor, before gulping them down, letting them splat against the already messy ratatta. The crop grinds it into her fur as it squeezes and kneads over her struggling form. "Well, maybe you didn't, but a future as gryphon shit is more than you're worth now~" he teases before popping in a couple more grapes.

10:19 Lillia Blume 's squirming rapidly picks up in intensity the longer her fear grows, especially as she felt something... Sticky fall down over her."I-I-If it's more than I'm w-worth, then it's n-not worth trying to cement that future f-for me... Right?" She tried to figure, her lower lip quivering as tears flowed freely down her cheeks, all but giving up hope now.

10:29 Gyro Feather shakes his head despite the fact that Lillia couldnt see it, though the motion would certainly carry down into his chest, jiggling her around in his crop. He finishes his last couple grapes and swallows them down. Then a grunt comes from his chest, echoing around the pokemon as he squints his eyes and clenches his beak while he works the muscles of the crop. They squeeze and clench over her ham and peanut butter covered form slowly working her down into the second tube on the bottom of the crop. Here she's blasted with the sharp scent of the chamber beyond.

10:46 Lillia Blume flinched upon feeling the muscles around her twitch and clench, squeezing her into a compact space so that there were no outer rims of the stomach for her to grip on to. And when the one thing she was relying on to survive worked against her, there wasn't much she could do to save herself. "No, no! I'll do anything! I'll cook for you! I'll groom your feathers! J-just p-please d-don't- Mph!" She begged, cut off as the muscles around her top end contracted, those keeping her lower end still loosening and working in tandem to slowly work her into a downward motion. A downward motion that she's warned will be her last, by the acrid scent she was assaulted with.

22:51 < Gyro Feather> just I pull out RPs and put em up there, and it autogenerates teh rest

22:52 < Lillia Blume> Yeee

22:54 < Gyro Feather> welp, I'll flag that to add later

22:54 < Lillia Blume> Yeee, feel free to start us up then!~

22:54 < Gyro Feather> anywys, my post

22:57 Gyro Feather quickly moves the muscles around in his crop, squeezing the poor creature caught within the slippery sack down towards his bubbling gurgling stomach. It only takes about half a minute and then Blume's face pushes through the sphincter at the end, blasting her with the full stench of his stomach. As she slides in she'd find little bits of food half digested and mushy against her body while the contractions of the stomach make sure that she's covered head to toe in chyme. Her body slowly fills out the rest of his gut, causing a small sagging below his chest. "Oh, I'm sorry...I guess you're too late. I cant get you out now that you're /that/ far gone."

23:17 Lillia Blume scrunched her face up both to try and be less effected by the smell, but also to try and make sure none of the acids got in her eyes when she fell face first into the gryphon's most terrifying inner chamber, the rattata's skin rapidly starting to tingle as it was washed in his acid. Pawing at the stomach's inner walls, she tried to bring her face up above 'water' level, gasping in the rancid air and fighting back the urge to throw up at how bad it smelt in there. "S-surely you can do something!" She squeaked out, not believing a word of his 'sympathies', especially not considering he was the one that put her there in the first place.

23:22 Gyro Feather pats his stomach and then begins to pack his picnic away causing his motions to slosh the thick foul juices back and forth, occasionally submerging the poor little rat. His heart thumps loudly in her ears along with his deep breaths, that sounded beyond the everpresent gurgling of the hungry stomach. "Really, I cant...not until my body is ready for me to expel what's left of you that way anyways. So instead enjoy it, not very many creatures end up still alive in the center of a noble creature such as myself~" He coos out. His belly sways benath him as he moves, getting the rest of the stuff all put away before slinging it over hsi shoulder.

23:38 Lillia Blume tried desperately to keep her face out of the sloshing fluids, having only a little luck here and there but never having enough to open her eyes and look around without burning them. It didn't take all that long for the uncomfortable tingling to turn into excruciating pain once the acids managed to get past her fur and into her skin, eating away at it in search of her protein filled muscles inside. "I'd enjoy it a lot more if it wasn't the most painful experience of my life!" She hissed, fighting the urge to stop her movements completely to lessen the pain, wanting to at least make this a little uncomfortable for her predator. The fact that his entire species hadn't died off from food poisoning made his claim unconvincing to the rattata, especially not considering what she saw of his muscle's strength.

23:47 Gyro Feather certainly hadn't been lying however, he had no voluntary control beyond his crop. As he felt her movements frantic in his belly he stops for a moment and brings a talon up to press against teh fighting form, enjoying the erratic massage provided by the frantic movements. "Mmmm~ YOu should keep those up as long as you can~" He coos, before then gulping a little more air down to refresh wat was inside. The muscles squeezing and rubbing upon her form pull off her fur, exposing the skin and beyond to the stinging fluids. They also find their way up the more sensitive regions underneath her tail, working there to dissolve her from teh inside out. Suddenly, the stomach lurches as the gryphon takes off, cuasing everything to sink to the bottom of his stomach from the sudden motion.

00:03 Lillia Blume could feel his inner walls gradually closing in on her, getting tighter and tighter to push the 'water' level of his stomach acids higher and higher. This, however, seemed to be interrupted by the gulp of air he took, the new wave of fresh breathing air widening the stomach's lining just enough to give her some relief from her inevitable demise. She was well aware that if at any point he stopped taking these gulps, it would be all over for her in a matter of minutes, but if he were to continue taking them she would instead be left to live through possibly an hour of constant pain. Yelping from the all too sudden lurch, she did also notice that eventually the pain his acids caused her grew so great that her limbs simply became numb to it, allowing her to go without feeling in those areas long enough not to black out from the agony. The problem was that she guessed that meant she'd never have feeling in them again. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh please oh fuck!"

00:09 Gyro Feather soars through the sky, each wing beat sending a jostling through his stomach as his acids and enzymes steadily work the poor creature into nothing more than a thick meaty soup. Every couple of minutes the gryphon refreshes the chamber with yet another round of air, though not before letting the old air out and sending the poor creature below the thick oily surface. The acids tore through her limbs, eating through the exposed flesh and exposing the bone underneath. A ripple that traveslt hrough the stomach causes these to squeeze up to her side against her own control, providing all the more evidence of what had happened to them. The flesh at her belly was certainly growing weak too, threatenening to burst open at any minute and spill her guts out into the foul stomach.

00:25 Lillia Blume may have had most of her muscles desensitized to the pain by the complete destruction of her nerves, but she could still feel extreme bursts of pain each time he let air out and his stomach clenched down strong enough on her that some of her weakened bones cracked under the pressure. Even with all the fresher air being provided to her, the rodent's breath had still grown raspy and weak, his acids managing to ever so slightly leak through her skin in tiny drops to deal permanent damage to her inner workings. She knew her abdomen's outer layers were ready to give out at any second, the strain being put on them simply by the gasses such leaking acids created making her look ready to burst. She knew once that happened there would be no saving her, if she even was capable of being saved, such rapid destruction to her weak and vulnerable innards capable of leaving her unable to survive even if her muscles were to repair. "P-p-please..." She gasped, her struggling dying down by the second as she lost control of any body part capable of such movements.

00:31 Gyro Feather can barely hear her pathetic cry though the layers of flesh that surround her, not that he even cared to pay much attention to his treat beyond the delicious squirms that he felt, and now that they were dying down he cared less for keeping her alive. The gryphon puts a claw to his stomach and begins to push, trying to eek out a last couple fights from her, but instead it puts pressure on her belly. THe softened flesh tears like paper, allowing the thick acrid fluids to rush into her innards, attacking her lungs and her heart. Certainly the poor creature would not be able to last too terribly long now. The gryphon feels the sudden caving in of her body from the push and lets up. "I was rather hoping you'd have lasted longer...but oh well~" He coos, settling down as he finally reaches his house.

00:41 Lillia Blume certainly did squirm and claw at his inner walls, but less as a fight for her life and more as a visceral instinctive reaction to having her... Well, viscera suddenly exposed and practically torn to shreds in the slowest way possible. With her lungs -being the artery with the thinnest outer layer and weakest architecture- almost instantly being flooded and compromised, her already abandoned air supply was sharply cut off for good, the largest burst of pain yet combining with the light-headedness making her nearly instantly black out. Although her dying limbs would twitch in a desperate attempt to do damage to their assailant before death, she was officially made into his food for good, her digesting corpse no longer having any other use in the world outside of his stomach from that point on... And boy did his stomach revel in it's victory.

00:50 Gyro Feather gives one final tremendous belch after feeling the hunk of meat finally go still in his belly and then promptly forgets about Lillia, instead going about his day as per normal while his stomach slowly dissolves all of her that remains, causing the small bulge in his gut to grow softer and more round. The occasional crunch can be heard as his gizzard filters the fur and bones and forms the casting, the most visible indication of his meal from before.
Right before bed that evening, the gryphon feels a pressure against his tail hole and makes his way to the bathroom. Lifting his tail and taking a seat, he slowly relaxes the sphincter, allowing a blast of foul stinky air to fill the air. Thick brown logs slowly slide out of the blue rump, spattering down into the water below. Smooth and creamy, there's no indication of what had gone down in his belly out that end, and as small as she was, she only yeilds a small pile.
Once that business is taken care of, he closes his eyes and feels for that lump in his crop. Steadily he works teh ball up, coughing and hacking until finally the mass of purple an dbrown fur peaks from his beak. It hits the brown pile with a wet noise, adding its smelly bilefilled scent to the air. The gryphon looks down at everythign for a moment, before pulling the lever, watching as the slippery mass swirls around with a broken skull that stares up at him before disapearing forever.

00:54 < Lillia Blume> ((Aaaaaaaand that'd be all!~))

00:54 < Lillia Blume> ((A good RP if I do say so myself~))

00:55 < Gyro Feather> (indeed. hope you rather enjoyed it, i know i did!

00:55 < Lillia Blume> ((Yup! I enjoyed it a great deal!))

00:55 < Gyro Feather> (shame about the long break though xP

00:56 < Lillia Blume> ((Haha, well at least we finished it))

00:56 < Lillia Blume> ((Can't say that about every RP))

01:01 < Gyro Feather> far too few in fact, (though having any incomplete is too many) anyways nini