Two Princesses in an Urn

10 November 2016

22:07 MorningSun nuzzles. Yay.

22:07 < MorningSun> Nice pony to poop relaxing conversion

22:09 < Serilde> So then, prey sets the scene :P

22:10 MorningSun thinks. Where should be? Some cave-grotto?

22:12 < Serilde> Hmmm I like the palace. I think the gryphon is an emmisary :P

22:12 < Serilde> Or maybe the palace dungeon, and Serilde's a prisoner :P

22:19 MorningSun hum hums. And wait, Tia comes to visit her to let her out so she can be eaten?

22:22 < Serilde> mmhmmm

22:22 MorningSun likes that

22:22 < Serilde> Tia swallows the key :P

22:22 < Serilde> and only one way to get it~

22:22 < MorningSun> Pff, why?

22:29 < Serilde> To ensure she goes all the way :P

22:30 MorningSun snorts. But if Serilde is imprisoned for say

22:30 < MorningSun> eating Luna

22:30 < Serilde> perhaps :P

22:38 < Serilde> Sooooooo~

22:40 < MorningSun> Interested!

22:40 < MorningSun> I just have to finish something for work I forgot about :p

22:40 < Serilde> Ahh

22:40 < MorningSun> Ill be done shrotly

23:05 < MorningSun> And there, free

23:16 < MorningSun> Still theeere?

23:21 < Serilde> ye

23:22 < Serilde> sorry missed your ping xP

23:23 < MorningSun> Ahhh

23:25 < Serilde> So~

23:30 MorningSun nods. So.

23:30 < MorningSun> Seri ate Luna, and is in the dungeons for it?

23:30 < Serilde> Sure~

23:31 MorningSun nodnods. And what, crapped her into a nice ceremonial urn to keep her, mm 'safe'?

23:31 < Serilde> Perhaps~ Probably actually scooped there after she was found elsewhere :P

23:33 < MorningSun> I suppose it depends if Seri is more wild, or more, mm...'collector'

23:34 < Serilde> I take it you'd prefer the latter? :P well I'll leave it to you to decide, start it off

23:35 MorningSun nod nods. Well! Lets see how you like this, then

23:37 MorningSun 's hooves were the first disruption to the silence of the dungeons. A steady clip-clop, clip-clop as she made her way down the winding stairs. Creak of door as it opened. Faint hornlight that grew in intensity, banishing the darkness to cornered shadows as the still dungeon was invaded - until the solar alicorn herself finally came into view, winding around a corner and coming to a stop before a large, heavily barredcell. Inside, a cot, some straw. A few buckets for food, water. Outside, a table. Chair. Though she didn't take it. Instead, cleared her throat to draw the attention of the creature who lay inside - and as she did her horn swung an object into view. A dark blue urn that went thunk as it was set on the table, then rasped as she turned it towards to show the lunar cutie mark upon it.

23:43 Serilde perks for a moment as she hears the steady clicking of hooves cross the dark grey stone. The sound broke the silence of everything but her breathing, but it was hardly a new sound. She'd heard it once a day every day, though this was the second time this day that the noise began. Serilde turns to look out throught he bars of her cell whilest laying upon her bed, faintly curious about who might be joining her this evening. She snorts as she sees Celestia and then rolls her eyes as the ceramic container hits the table. "And what is that you've broughten me?" She asks as if she didnt already know. It was the remains of the princess that she'd managed to get ahold of. Seems even gods can be resuced to a smelly pile.

23:44 MorningSun clears her throat. "Come, now," she said in a soft voice. "Let us not play ignorant. You know very well what is in this container. A clever little enchantment upon it, I must say. Quite heavy, too, although that's to be expected. But there's no hiding my little sister's signature, even-" Her horn light. Lightly tugged the lid off, allowing the musky stink contained within to begin wafting up and outwards. "Even inhere. Tell me. Does the smell please you?"

23:53 Serilde wrinkles her beak as she smells the foul scent flowing out from the urn and hten shakes her head. "Why, princess, did you bring a pile of shit into the dungeons down here? I dont know what at all you're talking about, and why would that scent please me? Do ponies such as yourself enjoy the smell of their own farts? If so you'e a more crazy species than I thought," she practically spits."Have you come to free me from this pointless persecution, or will griffonstone have to get involved?"

00:05 MorningSun quietly lifted the urn closer, holding it in her magic. "Let us not banter with one another," she said quietly, "When both of us know just what this 'pile of shit' is. Or are you denying that what is in this urn is ultimately my sister, Princess Luna? Are you denying that you are the reason she has become, as you so crudely put it, a 'pile of shit'?" Her voice was quiet. Level. "I would think you would take pride andpleasure in your talonwork. But perhaps I am wrong."

00:17 < MorningSun> Boop~

00:17 Serilde smirks just a little bit as princess begins to detail exactly what had found its way int that urn, knowing full well that she was right. In the dim light though, her expression was hard to see. The princess sounded almost...intrigued at what she'd managed to do, if she wasnt kidding herself. But still, she hadnt yet admitted to the crime. The gryphon's pride battles with her common sense, and the pride wins out. "Alright yes, I turned your beloved sister into a pile of smelly remains, though it really is the natural state of horses such as yourself," Serilde responds with a smirk. "You wouldnt happen to be here to join her would you?" She teases with a coldness in he voice.

00:17 < MorningSun> (Oh there you are ) :p

00:18 MorningSun gently clapped the top back upon the urn, and floated it atop the table. "There," she said, and canted her head to the side, ignoring the jape for now. "Unless," she continued, "You would like me to open it again? Now that we are being honest with one another. After all, you clearly went to great care to leave my sister as a...trophy. I am sure you did not anticipate being tracked down so easily."

00:23 Serilde shakes her head at the alicorn's offer, making a face at the princess. "I also wen through great pains securing a vessel that wouldnt emit her foul smell out into the open air. I rather dont enjoy her scent even if its exactly how it belongs," the gryphon says with a cool voice. "And while I did not, this is true, I did get away with six other ponies, that I suppose no one really misses. I should hope Equestria is strong enough to defend themselves against the next threat," the gryphon gloats.

00:27 MorningSun purses her lips. "No," she agreed softly. "I suppose they will not be missed much. Few ponies would be. Luna is one of them. I am sure you were well aware of that. Surely you must have expected retaliation. I wonder, then - why did you do it? Had you kept yourself to these 'nameless ponies' as you so put it, you likely could have escaped notice. Ponies disappear, after all." She twisted the urn a little, letting itcreak against the table. "Or did you simply become uncaring of the possible consequences?"

00:33 Serilde snorts at Morning sun. "Oh the had names alright, rainbow dodo, Turdlight Sparkle, AppleJam, Flutter Shit, Pinkie poop and runsity," the gryphon explains with a smirk. "It just seemed like the next proper course of action to go after a princess. The thrill of going oafter lessor poines was just gone." The gryphon lashes her tail and hops on out of the bed and wanders over towards teh iron bars. "Oh, I just know I'll get out of here, and then it'll be you who next makes the journey into my hot slippery insides."

00:45 MorningSun cleared her throat. "Much as you may wish to taunt me, I am well aware the Elements of Harmony remain safe in Ponyville, though I commend you on such...clever names." Celestia took a step back, and smiled a little. "Mm. But how are you to get out, I wonder? You remain trapped in there, do you not? If I so wished, well - it would not be hard to ensure you did not see the sunrise." Celestia's horn lit. "A spear in thedark, let us say." Something was emerging from the darkness - only to settle on the table with a lighter thunk than Luna's own. Again the scrape of turning container - a different urn. White. Newly made. The solar cutie mark emblazoned upon its surface.

00:50 Serilde rolls her eyes at the princess and stands there stoicly. She was fairly sure those had been the ponies she'd nabbed...but now Celestia's resolve was making her waver. Still, she waits, unmoved as Celestia threatens her life. She knows that the ponies hardly believe in captital punishment. "If I told you how I was going to get free, surely you'd put a stop to it." She says matter of factly. Her resolve drops to a stunned face as she then observes the new urn that lay before her. Serilde steps forward to take a little closer looka t it and hten glances back at Celstia curious of her game.

00:54 MorningSun seemed to enjoy basking in the look of shock, while her own muzzle curled into a contented little smile. "Perhaps," she said. "On the other hoof, perhaps maybe you should ask yourself just who slipped you that little note informing you somepony would ensure you saw the free skies once again. Perhaps you might find you have....friends...shall we say? A friend, at least. A friend in higher places than you might haveimagined. Perhaps." Her magic grasped the urn, lightly wobbled it back and forth. "Would you like to examine it?" She lifted it, brought it close to the bars of the cage, then cut one of the bars in a lash of magic to form a hole large enough to let it into the cell.

00:54 < Serilde> Bah...I'm about to pass out

00:54 < Serilde> We'll have to continue one of these tomorrow ^^

01:06 < MorningSun> (Still writing? Last I saw was mine before the DC)

01:07 < Serilde> I'm too tired I'm afraid

01:07 < MorningSun> Are you liking it?

01:07 < Serilde> Heading to bed

01:07 < Serilde> Ye

01:07 < MorningSun> Good good

01:07 < MorningSun> Nitenite then, sleep well

01:08 < Serilde> We'll have to continue one of these tomorrow ^^

01:08 < MorningSun> Yes

01:08 < MorningSun> For now is drunking time

19:03 Serilde blinks as the princess refers to a note she'd recieved earlier. The gryphon trots all the way up to the bars and then grasps the urn into her claw. She lifts it around, examinning it with a curious look. "Huh...this is a curious little gift for you to bring me princess. Its almost as if you're craving the same fate as your sister," She says pointedly. The gryphon frowns some and then meets her eyes."So then...would it be right to assume that you're the friend?"

19:08 MorningSun made a small nickering laugh. "I am wondering what you think of it," she queries, gesturing with a foreleg towards the urn. She ignores the other part of the question, at least for the moment, although then she nods her head. "I imagine you might be correct. Or perhaps I simply caught the pony delivering notes to you, mm?" Her ears flicked. "Of course, as you are being more polite now - yes. I delivered the note.And..." She paused. "Yes. The urn is meant for me."

19:14 Serilde considers the question as she looks over the urn and laughs, "Well, its certainly a much finer one than what I stuffed luna into. Look at this fine china, very lovely indeed." She then smirks and turns to meet the princess in the eyes. "Well then, I never imagined taht the princess would take such interest in my practices," she responds with a laugh. "I think though, that this would be a lovely destination to stow you away. Is it better insulated from prying horns than that of the one I got for your sister? And could you perhaps fix hers as well,"

19:16 MorningSun shakes her head a little. "I imagine after tonight you won't need worry much about prying horns, will you?" She tossed her head, and a small clinking as a key landed at Serilde's talons. "In the morning your cell will be found empty, and I missing, and my balcony doors open. But then, I suspect you are not at all bothered being assumed to be behind my disappearance."

19:23 Serilde snorts at that and then leans down to pick up the keys. She turns them over in her claws and then tucks them beneath a wing. "Oh, I assure you, I'd be happy to be the one known as she who turned both queens into bird shit, but I would rather like to keep my trophies as well, without being tracked back to my lair," she responds. Serilde sticks her claw out and extends it to drag up over the soft skin along the princesss neck beneath her thick silky fur.

19:30 MorningSun leans in, and then bends her neck down to allow talons to stroke over her coat. "Mm. That feels pleasant." She holds there, not trying to evade the gentle rubbing. "Silky and soft." A quiet happy nicker, and then another. The Princess stays there and then in a quieter voice she says, "We are not queen, though. We are princesses. But it doesn't much matter, for long. I am looking forward to becoming your feces."

19:41 Serilde snorts at that response, continuing to stroke gently along the horse's body. "You are a princess, She," the gryphon gestures over towards the large urn on the table,"is rather not. Still, I think that I'll be all too happy making your dream come true." Serilde then pulls her claw back and retrieves the key from beneath her wing. Turning the lock, she opens it and then tosses it off to the side of the cell. "No sense in delaying it now, I think. Why dont you step on inside, princess."

19:44 MorningSun walked forward without hesitation, stopping just outside the cell. "No," she agreed, "No sense in delay." And then in the mare came, stepping over the threshold and close to the gryphonness. "My sister and I are meant to be together, and as she was squeezed forth from you, I am most grateful you are willing to allow me the same fate."

19:52 Serilde closes the cell with her tail as the princess steps on in to join her and gives a litte grin. "Very well, are you sure that you dont want to both share the same trophie jar then? THe formel asks. She then takes her talon and drags it loosely over the spiral bone that protrudes from the princess's head. "This, of course, will need to come off, for my safety," Serilde explains, tapping right on the tip.

19:55 MorningSun gives a glance towards Luna's urn. And then she creases her muzzle in a smile. "Perhaps we could," she began. "Perhaps once you return home you can have a third jar created, and combine us into it. Or if you wish I could..." She hefts the one meant for her. "Fuse them together before we proceed. You would need a larger jar regardless. My sister is...a hefty pile already." As her horn was touched, she then smiled. "Ofcourse. How do you wish to remove it?"

20:07 Serilde smiles at celestia and nods her head as she goes over the various options provided to the pair of them in dealing with Celestia's and Luna's remains. Licking her beak and mulling it over for a couple moments, she finally says, "Well, I think that combining the jars now might be the best option. THat way, I only have to carry one thing out of this cell." The gryphon then smirks and brings her beak forward to clench upon it, right at the base, still she doesnt finish as the princess has one last magic to work yet. "Just like that I think, One powerful chomp and there will be nothing left of it."

20:11 MorningSun gently tugged her head back so she might focus on her hornworking - glimmering light, holding both jars, then slowly they phased into one another, growing larger - till only one jar was there, in blue and white striating patterns, with a mark that was a stylized Moon-Sun fusion, remniscent of both Celestia and Luna. "And there," she breathed. "As you asked. And yes." She turned her head back to offer her horn. "Justlike that. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, and..." Her wings and tail gave a happy shudder, "Right now I could overpower you. But as soon as it is gone, I know even were I to change my mind you would eat me anyways. But I am an animal, and it is not right an animal should be able to resist one higher than her on the food chain. My place, in the end, is to be eaten."

20:20 Serilde watches with some sense of awe as the two urns glow and shimmer before coming together into one much larger object. Serilde picks it up, having to use two claws now to hold the new urn and turns it around in her claws. "And they wont be able to track you down through your signiture that will show through, like they did with luna?" She asks with some curiousity. Serilde then takes the proffered horn and secures her beak around the edges. A little bit of drool leaks down into the princess's ethreal mane as Serilde begins to clench, then as quickly as it began, the horn snaps in two with a loud crack and then tumbles away down towards teh ground. "I can thelp but maybe wonder if I shouldnt leave that there, that way the can know how silly their little princess actually was," she says with a laugh.

20:21 < Serilde> (Hmmm does the mane stay ethreal?

20:24 MorningSun shook her head a little, and murmured, "That is correct. I have shielded this one, so once you consume me and deposit me in there, nopony will be able to follow. Luna and I will remain trapped, unable to re-manifest ourselves. As long as the urn remains unbroken, the royal sisters will forever be left as mounds of poop." As she finished speaking, she bowed her head again, waiting as beak began to work over her horn,and then - then, pressure, and then suddenly her mane went from wafting to drooping along her neck, the ethereal flow snapping out like a snuffed candle, as Celestia let out a startled animal whinny, and a discharging shock of magic roiled around the room, zapping beak and leaving a smell of ozone in its wake. "Perhaps," she said, once she felt able to speak again. "Oh, that is disorienting and...it is up to you. It's notas if I can stop you from doing as you like now."

20:33 Serilde flicks watches the ivory bone roll away before turning her attention back on the princess. Her beak darts forward to plant her long raspy tongue upon the silky fur, drawing it up along her snout and allowing the gryphon to savor the flavor. She pulls back and grins, locking eyes with the delectible little treat before her. "You're right, I could even, If I wanted, leave you as a mound upon your throne, separated forever from your sister," the gryphon explains.SHe then brings her claws up to lock around Celestia's shoulders, digging in enough to prevent the princess from acting upon any second thoughts she might develop.

20:36 MorningSun shuddered as hot wetness ran along her fur now, leaving her damp and dripping once tongue drew back. Celestia shuddered at that, and then winced as suddenly she was pinned in place. "You could..." she said, "But have you not wondered why, in a thousand years, I have never fallen?" She smiles. "The truth is I have. I have been slain before. But my connection to the sun causes me to return with the dawn. Why do youthink I banished my sister? Because if I killed her, she would simply return. Of course, the urn Luna is in - I do not know if you knew it was an Essence Urn before you acquired it or not, but the urn prevents that from happening. It is a container in more ways than one. You can deposit me on the throne, but then I will come back. Or you can join me with my sister and ensure we remain trapped for eternity. It is yourchoice."

20:43 Serilde pushes a little harder, guiding the princess up against the walls of the cell, cornered like the little animal she was while the gryphon licks her beak once more. "Oh, is that so princess, well then, I suppose it wouldnt be worth it to leave you there. Have you grown tired of eternity then?" Serilde's breath is foul, carrying with it the scent of the imitation meat tofu that the gryphon had been forced to dine on as of late.The idea of meat practically made her beak water with excitement. After giving the princess enough time to respond, her beak finally darts forward once more, opening wide to give her a brief glimps of the pink slippery insides before it then clamps down on the muzzle, with the snout pressing right up against the slippery edge of her throat.

20:45 MorningSun 's wings shiver, and she murmurs, "I-" A small pause. "I am tired of opposing the natural order. It is right and proper animals like ponies are eaten by predators like gryphons. It is wrong that I have been as I am for as long as I am. I should have been a pile of manure hundreds of years ago. But I had to wait for my sister to return. To save her. And to ensure that she too became a pile of poop so that she couldtake her rightful place as well. And now..." A little whinny. "Now I can finally rest where I belong." And then she gasped as suddenly her head was partly engulfed, her gasp roiling around in Seri's mouth, tickling hot breath at her throat.

20:55 Serilde chuckles around the princess as she considers her words and then yawns her beak a little wider, giving one final view to the mare before she gulps, drawing the rest of her head into the beak. THe hot tongue runs over the princess's body, smearing hot drool into her form while the gryphon's rank breath spills out into her nostrils. Serilde presses forward still, not looking to press her luck as another loud gulp echoes in Celestia's ears.The bulge of the horse's head begins to show up in her feathered neck, the start of what would certainly grow to be much greater yet.

21:00 MorningSun whinnied once as whole head was taken in, her nostrils trying to clamp shut at the smell of gryph-breath. Fortunately with all the dribbling going on it wasn't as if she could really breath and the heady disorientation left her mind numb, fogged, her hooves instinctively pulling back now as she was dragged inwards by squeezing, grasping, pulling throat, wings and hooves balancing as best they could on the ground.

21:09 Serilde was rather glad that she'd locked up the princess and digs her talons into the gorgeous white shoulders, drawing a sharp red crimson that stained her otherwise pristine coat. The mare had no way back but into the cold bars of the cage and the only way forward was down the hot gullet of the greedy formel. Each gulp draws her further and further forward down into the hot stinking gullet while globs of drool pepper over the pony's face.Serilde pulls with her talons and steps forward, creeping the princes down till the beak scrapes over her withers, parting her fur right along the spine. The forelegs begin to fold back against the body as the beak creeps around em.

21:11 MorningSun 's rump is squeezaed against a wall, and at the sudden line of pain she whinnies again, pulling harder back - then forcing herself to relax, ignoring the burning, and when her legs start to crumple under the pleasure she partly collapses, sagging, falling against that break - heavy, yes, but not so heavy she couldn't be lifted up to dangle in the air as she is more and more swallowed by greedy gryphonian gullet.

21:24 Serilde lowers her beak down to catch the collapsing horse, sending her further into her maw. Her claws leave the shoulders and come instead to rest up underneath her form, lifting her skyward and tilting her beak to do the same, letting gravity aide the pony down. Her head pops into the gryphon's crop, though it just as quickly loosens on the other end, expiediently moving the princess in further until her face presses against a tight entrance.That soon gives way and the foul scent of the gryphon's stomach comes into clear view as the princess's muzzle is let free of the tight tunnel.

21:24 < MorningSun> (Mm, one thing - can we drop down the 'things smell bad everywhere' play? Foul stinks that way dont much entice <3)

21:25 < Serilde> (Sorry! will do)

21:26 MorningSun 's free hind legs now kicked at the air - not so much struggling as perhaps giving Serilde a little bit of a nice show, Celestia's trapped forelegs similarly bulging at beak and crop when the time came. She gasped as suddenly she felt another wet orifice widen; she couldn't see, but she could well imagine what was awaiting her just below, where her head was soon to land, and the rest no doubt to follow later. Taillashed more quickly - and the light sweet-stink of equine excitement now lingered under her tail. (Hence why I asked! Musky dirtypleasant smells are nice, I just dun like much emphasizing 'Ew'. It's why like when I cracked Luna's jar I left is as a more...mm...slightly pleasant description!)

21:37 Serilde steadily feeds the horse down, feeling the head press into the cavernous stomach and causing the first bulge to appear in her belly as the head hits the wall. In hear the gurgling grows louder still and a thicker slime that felt almost oily seemed to pool at the bottom of the chamber. Serilde sniffs the scent in the air and grins, bringing a claw forward to hook into the slit and toy with it while she's shifted deeper still. Soon enough, Serilde's tongue is even in reach and it dips in, exploring over the soft feminine walls and tasting her sweet nectar that lingers inside. The gryphon purrs, a rumble that vibrates Celestia's entire being, encased as she was in the creature.

21:39 MorningSun felt herself begin to soak in strange oily substance, it smearing in and through her fur, head twisting to take a breath amidst the dark, evermore cavernous belly. And then she went stiff - whinnied in her gut, even, as her vaginal walls clenched, then spasmed wildly at being tongue-teased while throat-trapped wings struggled to spring outwards, muscles all going taut with excitement as her body was teased intogreater degrees of arousal. Her face burned - a blush of shame and excited moaning all at once.

21:53 Serilde slow down her pace of feeding the mare in, even as she plays gently with the soft flesh. THe rump pulls into her beak allowing the tongue to quest deeper still as it neared while hot goopy drool runs down her pristine white rump. And then, with a gulp, the gryphon's teasing seems to vanish as quickly as it begain, feeding the soft rump down her gullet. All that remains now are her long spindly legs.Serilde's throat ripples and grips, smearing in drool and drawin the last bit of the princess in with haste. Finally the beak clacks shut around the hooves, sealing hte mare completly inside the humid tunnel of teh formel's throat. Her tongue runs up over the frogs and then with one final push, shoves them back into her esophagus and letting a smile come over her face.

21:57 MorningSun nearly spurts over Serilde's mouth, Celestia drawn so near to cumming from the combined stimulation and the...degrading pleasure of what is happening to her. Her hornless stump nudges against stomach lining, more and more of her curling up as she is swallowed into the waiting hot damp entombment. And then she shook, gasp-laughing in gurgling belly as her poor hooves were teased and tortured, till - SCHLUNK! She wastrapped in darkness, feeling the oily stickyness soak in everywhere, twisting and turning herself about, pressing pinned hooves against stomach lining - pushing and prodding but making no headway beyond the kneading stimulation of a moving meal.

22:08 Serilde collapses to her side as soon as she gets the mare down, not even seeking to make it back to her bed, letting out a loud purr as the last of the princess settles down in the hot slimy chamber. The gryphon drags her claw up and down the great lumpy budge the princess made in her, grinning all the while. "Well then, princess, I'm must say, you were absolutely delectible~" She closes her eyes before letting out a loud belch, carrying with it a couple white feathers and colorful strands of hair which splatter upon the ground. "I hope being in ther is everything you wanted and more, because the only way you're getting out is as a pile of bird shit."

22:09 MorningSun couldn't respond - couldn't really hear, either, beyond the muffled full-body vibrating catbird purr. Of course, with the slimy digestive fluids coating her, and the lack of fresh oxygen, she was starting to get dazed - dizzy. As Serilde lay there, Celestia's movements began to slow, the royal mare struggling for consciousness that was slipping ever further away from her!

22:18 Serilde briefly thought about prolonging the mare's struggle as she felt her motions slowling down, and under normal circumstances the formel certainly would have, but for the moment the gryphon knows that she's on a rather limited timetable. Serilde runs her claws over the slowing struggles, pushing down against the bulges that push out at her, grinning and enjoying the last vestiges of her massage.The belly sqeezes and rolls over her form, smearing in the tingling oily goop that ate away at her fur and feathers, thoroughly churning the liquid all over the poor little pony.

22:21 MorningSun finally couldn't resist the darkness anymore, sinking into a sort of slumber - letting digestive fluids get to more than just her coat, as feathers and mane and tail all began to fizz and bubble away, adding to the digestive soup the large horse was now soaking in!

22:30 < Serilde> (Hmmm do you want me to close us out here, or were you expecing more back and forth?)

22:31 MorningSun thinks. Well! I was figuring she'd become aware again during, ohh...depositing! Unless you want to do more with digestion-bit

22:32 < Serilde> (Sure thing ^^)

22:34 < MorningSun> Though I wouldnt mind a bit of a break c:

22:37 Serilde allows herself to drift off into a restful sleep for a couple hours as the gryphon's stomach goes to work converting the sun into a bundle of nutrients. The form steadily rounds out and compresses into a more liquidly roundness. Its about this time that the formel finally wakes up. She gets to her feet and pads over towards the the urn while hier stomach jiggles beneath her. The formel then quickly makes her way out of the chamber, leaving only feathers and a horn as evidence that she'd been there.Several hours and a long journey later, the gryphon begins to feel a pressure building at her tail hole. With a smirk she pulls over and sets the urn down, taking a the lid off. The fragrant stale scent wafts through the air as she lifts her tail and readies herself to deposit the princess.

22:37 < Serilde> (I had already started typing that up :P Though we've only got like 1-2 posts each I think :B)

22:38 < MorningSun> (Maybe! Well. I need to shower before its too late so I will poke once I get back from that and respond!)

22:39 < Serilde> (kk

23:03 MorningSun had been left in a sort of restfully half-aware state through the digestion process - rather like being in a warm mind-blanketing bath. That, though - that changed, jolting her back to awareness as pressure began to squeeze at her. She somehow felt...soft, yet solid at once. No longer flowing. Only...warmth and ooziness all around her, strangely disjointed and disoriented and then nothing but squeezing. She tried togasp, but had no voice with which to make noise.

23:10 Serilde loosesns her tail hole and begins to let the first of the hot thick sludge flow freely into the urn, plopping down against the remains of the other princess and splattering into her pile. The formel can feel the gentle tickling of fur and feathers that stick from the dark brown logs, inevitably stained from thei journey through the formel's body. The walls clecn and shove, slowly emptying out all that remains of the poor princess as the pile builds.Finally, after a good half hour of work it seems that the deed is done. Serilde turns to look back at the large pile that grew behind her, spying feathers and bones sticking out at all sorts of odd angles. Finally, she closes it with a clatter, sealing both princesses away forever as she hefts the urn onto her back, flying the rest of the way home without stop.

23:18 < MorningSun> (wanting to end there? Or wanting a Tia-reaction-post?)

23:18 < Serilde> (was expecting a reaction post, but thats up to you ^^)

23:21 MorningSun spent that half-hour disoriented, dazed, falling more and more as her 'body' was split into two. At first it was like losing part of herself, but then she began to meld with the rest of the shit; some part of her distantly aware of her new aroma. Those little feathers, remnants of bone - they fizzed and popped, magical residue leading to them beginning to take on the likeness of the rest of her body. By the time theurn was sealed - well, just as Luna was naught but feces, Celestia soon would be the same. She could feel her sister - feel her distantly, present. Know that just like her...now, just like her little sister, both a pile of gryphon shit. It was filthy. It was gross. Degrading. And yet...despite the deep sensation of gut-churning humiliation that roiled through her, on some deep level...Celestia was happy. Finally, she was where she belonged.