Casulty of a Bar War

6 November 2016

08:25 Gyro Feather makes his way into the bar and finds a comfortable stool to perch on. He orders his usual morning mimosa and lets out a long yawn before turning his attention to the scarce patronage around the bar.

08:44 Feath flicks a cherry pit at Gyro, deciding that it was necessary.

08:46 Gyro Feather snorts as he feels hit hit him, and flicks a couple of nuts at her in retaliation.

08:47 Isksonear scampers into the club, having just finished polishing and oiling her scales to a lustrous shine

08:48 Feath holds up a serving tray as a shield. They were big enough for that; or rather she was small enough to hide behind one! Olives get thrown on back at Gyro!

08:48 Gyro Feather gives them a little wave and then takes another long swig of the delicious concoction before him.

08:49 Feath chirps at the kobold too.

08:50 Isksonear waves her tail at the two warring parties, leaping up into a seat at the bar and settling herself down. "Why you two throwing things? And why not invite Isk?"

08:51 Feath cheeps, "Feel free to ride the gryph!"

08:54 Gyro Feather snorts at Isksonear and says, "This rewd little pink thing started it. And no, I'm not riding." He retreats from his position in hopes that the tiny thing cant reach him, shuffling a little closer towards Isk instead.

08:55 Feath just laughs a little. "Hey, who started things yesterday? I was getting a little bit of payback." She settles down, makes a mistake of biting an olive in the hopes they might taste better than usual, and after a shudder pushes the bowl off to one side.

08:57 Isksonear looks the gryphon up and down, humming in an inquisitive manner. "You issa girly looking gryphon..." She inquires, sticking out her tongue. "Do ya's taste fruity?"

09:01 Gyro Feather shoots Feath a glare and hurls one more nut across the room, which misses by several feet. His attention, however, is caught then by the kobold's question. "I'll have you know only males get this pretty feather coloration on the tail. Its not at all girly, and no I dont. That's a silly question." And while it was true that /he/ didnt, the oils he'd used to scent himself this morning certainly carried the smell, and a bit of the taste of fruit with them.

09:03 Feath giggles quietly, mostly to herself this time and leans forwards, head propped up on her hands and elbows on the bar, watching.

09:05 Isksonear sniffs at him, pressing her nose uncomfortably close to him as she takes in those scented oils. "You smeeeellll fruity~ And Isk still thinks you're a girly colored gryphon!" She grins toothily. "Could've been bright colors that are more masculine! Like red or green!"

09:07 Feath giggles. "Pink!" she calls out. Helpful owl.

09:14 Gyro Feather grunts as her snout presses against his down, before he then reaches his claw down and pushes her away. His beak clenches at her words as he shifts in his seat. "Well I wouldnt want to smell unlean. That's just scented oils...And purple is plenty masculine. That's the color of royalty afterall."

09:17 Isksonear sticks her long tongue out and blows a raspberry at Gyro. "Only because dye is rare! Isk knows lots about costly things!" She winks at him. "Besides, that not royal purple, that's a darker shade!"

09:23 Gyro Feather rolls his eyes at the kobold and takes another swig of his drink. "Royal purple, or this purple, both are lovely colors and I dont think I'm any less masculine to be proud to wear them. So much better than the drab earthy colors so many I see have."

09:24 < Malik Valentine> Heya

09:26 Feath waves a greeting, whilst musing to herself, "Pink's definitely a good colour to be."

09:30 Isksonear snickers and leans in to slurp over his downy side, looking up at him with a grin. "Isk thinks you're just a silly bird cat. Bet you wiggle and squirm if you're eaten~" She shows her teeth again, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

09:32 Gyro Feather squawks as he feels the sudden invasion of her tongue licking up his feathers and leaving a wet darkened trail upon them. He shuffles away from her, scooting his bar stool along. "I...I dont get eaten. Else I wouldnt be here," he stutters, his eyes getting just a little fearful.

09:35 Isksonear snickers, a low hissing sound. "Doesn't mean that gryphon hasn't fantasized about it~" She coos. "To be squeezed around by squishy belly walls, the heat and the sounds overwhelming you~"

09:40 < Horus Nightly> Rampaging Shebull

09:40 Gyro Feather winces and shudders, shaking his head as her description fills his mind. "No...nightmares about it more like. I'm here /for/ food, not to be it, and the atmosphere too" he says, clenching his beak. He locks eyes with her nervously and readies his wings to dart if she comes a him.

09:45 Isksonear leans back in her seat and cackles, kicking her claws against the seat she was in. "Hah! Big bird is afraid of little kobold! Scared she'll gobble him up!" She cries hysterically. "Priceless! And..." She quickly trails off, her demeanor changing to a steely glare at the gryphon. "... Completely correct~"

09:52 Gyro Feather begins to feel at ease and blushes as Isk points out just how silly and absurd it was. He was bigger than her after all. He should be the one putting her away. Gyro laughs along with her and as she trails off he briefly lowers his guard to take another long drink of his mimosa. He freezes halfway through, allowing some of it to dribble off of his beak and stain his pink feathers.

09:57 Isksonear gives Gyro a sweet little smile as she leans up towards him, a claw tracing along the edge of his beak as she whispers to him, her voice low and soft with an enthralling tone. "Of course the gryphon should be scared... He doesn't know the kobold, doesn't know how dangerous she is... What she can do~" She croons, tongue sliding over her lips. "Perhaps we should show him? Give him a tour of Isk's belly, no?" She asks, seemingly to no one in particular.

10:05 Gyro Feather attempts to pull his head away from the claw as it runs over his hard keratin, but his body doesnt respond to him, instead choosing to freeze and shiver against the claw. His feathers puff and stand on their ends in fear as he hears her words and watches her tongue creep over her lips, leaving a glistening shine upon them. Finally, the bird recovers and scoots backwards before turning to vacate his barstool in hopes to escape the threat.

10:07 < Isksonear> (Be right back, I need to make a phone call!)

10:19 < Isksonear> (Ack! Finger why >.<)

10:19 < Gyro Feather> (xP)

10:20 < Michael Bellmaker> (because you touch yourself)

10:25 Isksonear takes that moment of broken visual contact to pounce, membraneous wings rustling dryly as they snap open and swing down to launch her towards the gryphon! "Na-ah-ah! No running inside~" She says as she tackles the back of his head, too light to really do more than knock him off balance, though her grip is like a vice. "Besides, you have a date as belly pudge~" She coos into his ear, shifting herself around and slowly parting her jaws right within his point of view, showing off all that pulsating pink flesh~

10:35 Gyro Feather stumbles soon after he lands on the ground, feeling a heavy thud against the back of his head. The gryphon stumbles across the tile floor as she ends up ridding on his back. A claw reaches up to push at her scaled chest as she scrambles around front. On his fours, the kobold wasnt much smaller than he was tall, and her tail drags across the floor. He shudders as he's blasted with her hot stinking breath and is given a glance down the dooling glistening maw. "No, get off of me you crazy lizard!"

10:44 Isksonear has quite the powerful grip on Gyro's head and back, and only hisses out an acrid blast of breath in response to his complaints, a few droplets of more acidic saliva splattering over his beak, a slight tingle before her maw closes around him, engulfing his beak in that humid, drooling maw~

10:53 Gyro Feather winces as he feels the blast and gets another powerful wiff of her awful breath, causing him to feel just a tad faint. His fear spikes as she clamps down upon his beak, sealing the yellow bit away in her hot maw. Saliva soon coats it, feeling warm and icky to him against the slippery flesh. The bird pushes harder on Isk's chest, digging the sharp digits into her scales while his head thrashes back and forth, trying to sling her off.

11:02 Isksonear works her jaws slowly, groaning as his claws dimple and even crack a few of those glistening scales of hers... Forcing her grip to tighten even more, while her lips stretch over his face and begin to seal him off from the light and letting that acrid breath wash over his eyes, filling his nostrils~ Even as she does this, her tail twitches eagerly, brushing over the floor in long, sweeping motions

11:11 Gyro Feather gives a muffled noise of protest, finding his jaws sealed shut by her mouth as the teeth creep up and begin to part the feathers upon his head. Even as he fights and struggles, it seems futile as he gets one last fleeting glimpse of her insides before those seal over his head. His beak presses down into the back of her rolling throat while the drool soakes out the fruit from his down. Gyro gives up trying ot shake her off and sits back, bringing both claws to bear against her scaled belly.

11:17 < Malik Valentine> Morning

11:20 Isksonear bends slowly, her flexible form is easily able to resist the force of his pushing, though at the expense of more shiny scales that clink onto the ground. Even so, her gulping goes onwards, each time her throat tugs, his head drags deeper and starts to swell out her slim throat, accompanied by the heavy, wet [b]*glrrrk!*[/b] that emanates from the small 'bold every time Gyro sinks deeper into the pulsating depths of her gullet

11:27 Gyro Feather gives a little whine as his head pushes into the slick tunnel before him, further smearing the foul slime into his body with each gulp, marinating him down to the flesh. THe teeth scrape against his form, leaving a parted trail in the feathers before the slick walls push it flat again. As he moves down the throat, the smell seems to get even fouler, and yet he cant stop himself. There's no soft flesh beneath the scales that he can find, instead resulting in him just knocking further away as his talons fight for his life.

11:33 Isksonear growls around his head, a deafening sound at such close proximity, and digs her teeth into his hide with a bite as she gulps again and again, jaws stretching obscenely as his head sinks past her collar and her stomach begins to groan and gurgle in anticipation~ Those wet squishing and glorping sounds are all-encompassing to Gyro, and her scales are stretched so much that a very faint light is visible within her throat now! "Nnmphrm..." She groans, her eyes closing as she reaches his shoulders.

11:41 Gyro Feather winces as the powerful noise near deafens him, so close to the source, and once it subsides, the powerful rapid thumping of the creature's heart, her steady breathing, and the noisy stomach fill his ears as he nears her core. His beak presses against the entrance to her stomach now as his shoulders begin to reach her maw. The faint light that trickles in is just enough to make out movements, but nothing else in the darkness. His front legs dart up to push at the creature's maw, now focusing on stopping her from locking them to thei sides as he's sheathed up inside her jaws.

11:54 Isksonear reaches up with her claws and snags his legs, a gleam in her eyes as she works those into her maw as well! Another heavy gulp, another wet [b]*schlrrrp*[/b], and his legs are trapped within that stretchy tube of her throat, his head passing through the tight opening to her waiting gut, and her lips slowly stretching over his legs and shoulders, the kobold taking her time now that there was little chance of his escape~

11:59 Gyro Feather grimaces as his forelegs are worked up through the tight scaly lips of the other creature, rendering them largely useless for the remainder of his fight, though he does tense them and scratch up the soft tongue within. He gives a loud cry of fear as he finally slips through that first ring, freeing his beak once again. THe powerful scent quickly assaults him and nearly overwhelms him as he's left gagging in the rancid air that burns at his throat. Another gulp and surely he'd find himself pressed into the slurry that half filled the stomach.

12:08 Isksonear groans and reaches up to tug at him with her claws, slowly dragging him further and further into that tight gullet with many rapid gulps and glrrks as her body stretches more and more around that much larger bird's form. Her gut, barely filled as is, churns and groans around Gyro's head, clenching and pulsing as he's slowly fed into the compact sack~

12:18 Gyro Feather squeezes his eyes shut as he's pushed down into the mixture at the bottom of the stomach. Gods, it seems that he wasnt alone in here either. What feels like the remains of a fish spears itself around his beak while the semisolid remains of it and what feels like shrimp press into his feathers, a thick gross texture that works its way to his flesh. The stomach squeezes and smears the goop onto him, ensuring that he's heavily coated in the foul mixture as each bit is pushed inside. After near half a minute he curves around and breaks the surface, coming out of it with a heavy sputter. Some of the foul flavor seeped between his beak, burinng at his tongue.

12:29 Isksonear drags her tongue around what she could reach of him as each rolling swallow pulls more of Gyro's body deeper into that cramped space, her gut swelling larger with every wet schlllrk, the chyme of her earlier meal slopping around him and soaking that sizzling, diluted acid into his feathers and skin. On the outside, there was the comical sight of a less than three foot tall kobold stuffing a much larger gryphon into her maw, halfway through already with a gut hanging to the ground!

12:39 Gyro Feather 's pink feathers had disapeared entirely behind her jaws at this point, giving away now to his bright blue fur as she slurped along his belly. While the bird was only a little over three tall standing up, his feral form made him nearly double that if he stood on his hinds. As his body curls in hier stomach he pushes and squrims inside of it, causing the loose contours he made on her belly to move. His hind legs curl forward to come to press on her belly, though that really only serves to propel him deeper. Behind him, his tail thrashes back and forth in fright.

12:43 < Isksonear> (I need to go run some errands Gyro, sorry >.<)

12:44 < Gyro Feather> (Freeze frame :P we'll pick it up later then :B

13:26 < Isksonear> (Okay, I'm back momentarily, might be slow posting for RL reasons and apologize in advance)

13:29 Isksonear takes full advantage of his squirming and twisting, several powerful swallows dragging him slowly deeper and pinning his wings to his sides within the tight confines of her maw, teeth digging into his skin and parting fur and down between them before they're matted by her salivating, squishy gullet~

14:17 < Gyro Feather> [sub]I will also be slow cause of IRL. Just noticed this[/sub]

14:20 Gyro Feather feels his hinds raised up into the air as she pulls him deeper into the maw, kicking at the air now as he's lifted up to her gullet. The gryphon screes out in fear as he's pressed further into the muck. Soon there certainly wouldnt be much left of the bird visible. Already he can feel teh itching burning senstation as the fluids attack his coat.

14:38 Isksonear wiggles her tail as she eagerly tugs and gulps down more and more of the gryphon, her gut swelling to incredible size as Gyro's forced to curl and soak within that thick chyme, rancid air burning at his eyes and nose while each gulp threatens to crush him down even more within that impossibly taunt gut.

14:53 Gyro Feather finally cant stand the abuse on his senses any more. The whole thing overwhelms him and he begins to wretch, spilling the sickly alcoholic remains of his orange mimosa into the stomach with him. He grunts and fights, but the stomach contines to encroach on him, pulling him tighter and tighter and making it more difficult to fight, while the last vestiges of himself claw uselessly at the air.

15:22 Isksonear works her jaws more and more, Gyro slowly slipping in past his rear claws with an audible [b]*ssschhlllrrrrp!*[/b], the little kobold's throat bulging around his rump as she gulps the last of him down, his tail slurped up like a noodle until that little tuft on the end disappears past her lips, finally sealing the gryphon within the much smaller reptile~

15:27 Gyro Feather languishes in the stomach, helpless as those sharp teeth seal up over his hind paws. He feels the tongue wetting down the last dry bits of him before they're forced down into the foul chamber beyond. His tail and last vestiges soon join him in the sickening chamber forcing out most of the life giving air as his body displaces it.

16:32 Isksonear gives a final, decisive gulp, what was left of Gyro slowly slithering down her throat to end up packed into her impossibly tight, swollen gut. "[b]Uuuurrraaaalllp![/b]" She empties her stomach of air in a truly explosive fashion, her gut contracting down tightly, showing off Gyro's form for the rest of the patrons~

16:44 Isksonear groans quietly as someone prods her noisily protesting stomach, her scaled hide stretched taunt over the gryphon packed within.

17:02 Gyro Feather gives a couple final weak struggles within the creatures gut, feeling the powrful acids itching away at his form, taking off his fur and feathers. THe bird then finally goes still within Isksonear's stomach, crushed so tight with his for showing through.

17:30 Isksonear belches again, a few stray feathers flying free of her jaws. "Nmph..." She grunts, absolutely immobile atop her gut. "Could Isk get a little help? She can't touch the floor..."

21:05 Isksonear groans as she waddles down the hallway several days later, after another meal ahd having slept a long time, the kobold who was more gut than body at the moment curling her tail up beneath that plump rear of hers as she searches for the first unoccupied stall. "Oh geeze oh dear... Isk can't hold it much longer! Silly silly 'bold, eyes bigger than her guts, didn't think of this!" She complains, mostly to herself while her gut sloshes and churns, pressure building in her lower guts with an ominous, growing [b]*grrrowwwwlllurp*[/b], making her tighten her tail where it was. "Nrmph... C'mon... Ah!" She squeezes her way into a stall, obviously not built for a creature of her... Miniscule stature! And so with a lot of sloshy, churny heaves, she somehow manages to get up onto the rim of that porcelain throne! "Hrmn... [b]*slrrrrsh!*[/b]... O-Okay, okay, settle down belly... Isk is trying!" She shudders, that pressure building even more, forcing her to lift her tail and carefully yet quickly spin around to squat over the rim! "Hrmph... C'mon now... Isk needs... to... Go!"

21:05 < Isksonear> (Whoops, that was an early enter >.<)

21:06 < Gyro Feather> (Woo peacock and otter...anything else? :P)

21:07 < Lorcan the Unkindled> [Wow <3]

21:29 Isksonear presses her claws into her swollen gut, the contents making noisy [b]*slush*[/b] and [b]*slursh*[/b] sounds with every movement! For moments, nothing came from the precariously perched kobold... Before a sudden audible [b]*churn~*[/b] from her lower gut emanates, a trumpeting blast of foul air forcing those cheeks to jiggle and ripple before suddenly stopping. "Hrng... Gah!" She groans, pressing harder upon her gut, which lets out a wet [b]*gwuorgle*[/b] of protest as the first packed-together, hard log of waste begins to slither free of her, spotted with bits of purple and blue fur that somehow survived her digestive process. After a foot of coiling, slithering shit spills from the small 'bold, she finally clenches it off with a pant. "Hrng... I-Isk didn't think there was that much... Oooohhgh~!" She squeals, pressing her gut again with a series of loud cracks that signify several acid-weakened bones snapping from the pressure. Another bubble ripples from her rear before, with a disgusting [b]*schlurrrup*[/b] and [b]*glursh*[/b], a slurry of poorly-digested, bone-studded shit pours out of her like a flood, splattering messily across the white of the bowl and burying that first log almost completely in that thick sludge of semi-liquid shit. Isk cries out as her gut clenches, [b]*crunches*[/b] down on the contents as it simultaneously forces out the remains in a slurry of liquid shit with the force of a hose! Soon, with her tail curled high enough to drape over her face, her claws instead of pressing her gut being used to spread those plump cheeks of hers, that torrent quite suddenly stops, her gut [b]*growling*[/b] and [b]*gworlging*[/b] angrily at her. "Ungh... G-Gotta... Flush..." She tries to catch the flush handle with her tail, only barely managing to push it down and let that high-power plumbing draw away most of that explosive mess! "G-Got it... Okay, Isk... Gonna try and get... O-Ooohh!" She squeaks, her stomach clenching again as a ripple runs long down her poor, abused digestive tract... Before, with a pair of resounding [b]*POPS!*[/b], first a slightly stained, cracked yet intact gryphon skull fires from her rear, before being followed by an, amusingly enough, goggle-wearing otter skull! Isk pants hard, barely able to stand as she carefully reaches down and plucks those skulls from the murky muck that was left from her previous flush. "Hehehe..." She says, slightly delirious from the strain. "Looks like Isk may have a couple trophies...!" And with that, she wobbly jumps off that toilet after another final flush, awkwardly walking to the nearest sink to wash up and clean off her new trophies, before heading back into the club proper.