Putting a Halfbreed In Its Place

13 November 2016

13:00 < Gyro Feather> I wouldnt want him to be willing prey :P

13:00 < Dreamclaw> Haha, I know

13:01 < Dreamclaw> I don't do willing

13:01 < Gyro Feather> also why you not in [session=Vorequestria]ADH-ac370ad5ed289473e79c[/session]

13:01 < Gyro Feather> :P

13:01 < Dreamclaw> Only drugged/hypnotized or whatever.

13:01 < Dreamclaw> And one last thrill if something makes me horny :P

13:01 < Dreamclaw> Cus what can be better than rubbing all that length and slathering it with acids? :D

13:01 < Dreamclaw> Obviously because I didn't know about it.

13:03 < Dreamclaw> TBH, I should probably stop advertising myself :D

13:03 < Gyro Feather> :B

13:03 Gyro Feather flops on and nibbles upon his beak

13:04 < Dreamclaw> I don't really have that much time usually, and soon the final month of this semester starts and it will be HELL

13:04 < Gyro Feather> yep, I imagine it will be

13:04 < Gyro Feather> I'm glad to be doen w/ school.

13:04 < Gyro Feather> No need for a masters for me I think.

13:04 Dreamclaw is momentarily confused how he got from soaring away to lying under the gryphon and being nibbled by him.

13:05 Dreamclaw doesn't like this one bit.

13:05 Gyro Feather just shushes him and tells him its alright

13:05 < Dreamclaw> I still have to go through 1.5 years of torture T_T

13:06 Dreamclaw isn't sure if he should trust the other creature or not, especially taking into account his earlier statements in his address.

13:07 Gyro Feather opens his beak a little wider and thrusts it down, around the creature's head, pulling the snout into his quivering throat.

13:09 Dreamclaw eeps and starts struggling, his movements becoming more desperate and fierce the longer this unnatural spectacle continues. His wings beat in slow and powerful flaps, attempting to distance his body from the ravenous creature.

13:11 Gyro Feather certainly wasnt going to be distanced, as he was right upon the other's back. He feels the wings flailing beneath him and shifts his forelegs such that they catch the wings right upon the joint. The stale fishy breath of the gryphon wafts over the other creature as he takes another gulp, drawing the head all the way into his tight gullet, leaving a shapely bulge in the flesh.

13:12 < Dreamclaw> (I actually usually like to roll a die with special conditions. Probably not in this time of course as this is just a silly little thing but just for the future :P
Pred gets two rolls, if he gets a bad result on the first throw he can chose to re-roll, thus increasing or decreasing his result. however, he cannot go back to the first number after he did the second throw. If both pred and prey roll the same number, predator wins.)

13:12 < Gyro Feather> (Sure ^^

13:12 < Dreamclaw> (this seems to be decently balanced and gives prey at least a slight chance to escape or give a god fight)

13:13 < Gyro Feather> (and what if the tables turn? :P does the advantage go to the other?

13:13 < Gyro Feather> (We're just doing a silly right now though ^^

13:14 < Dreamclaw> (I haven't thought that far about it... but if we were to do a roll here and you won, I would have probably clawed at you or rolled over, thus knocking you off. I would probably attempt an escape and you'd have to take your chances to hunt me down in the air)

13:14 < Dreamclaw> (can do in various ways though)

13:14 < Dreamclaw> (I won*)

13:18 Dreamclaw feels a sudden jolt of pain in his wing tendons and gets a distinct impression that moving them can potentially dislocate the joint or break the frail thing. His struggles begin to diminish and his breathing becomes frantic as his lungs can't get the necessary amount of fresh oxygen to support continued struggling.

13:19 Dreamclaw he mumbles in an unbelieving voice "How... h-how can this be happening?"

13:21 Gyro Feather gulps him down in heavy swallows, drawing the shoulders into his hot gullet, starting to fold the forelegs to his sides. His beak presses against the outstreched wings now, so the bird tries to force them back into a folded position. Even if he could har the muffled voice that came from within his throat, with a mutant halfway down his beak, there was no way he could answer him.

13:25 < Dreamclaw> (BTW, just noticed. You made me a traditional hippogriff)

13:25 < Dreamclaw> (Cus you said beak at the beginning. You are gonna regret it)

13:25 < Gyro Feather> (I thought you were a beaky bird hippogryph :P)

13:26 < Dreamclaw> (I play as both. The section in my profile states all 3 different parameters with all possible values for them. They are highlighted in bold. Feel free to take a look at them, under the spoilers. That's what I meant by "full rewrite", I added lots of stuff)

13:27 < Dreamclaw> (In an MLP setting I think equine hippo is more interesting as the difference of it and a usual gryphon is bigger. I am not insisting on anything though and usually ask the partner to pick)

13:27 < Dreamclaw> (really need to get art for him one day...)

13:28 < Gyro Feather> (I like beaks though :P)

13:32 Dreamclaw resumes his weak struggling as he feels his shoulders slip past the point of no-return. He attempts flapping his wings once more only to feel them brush against the beak of his attacker and flare in pain, forcing him to fold them on instinct. The hippogriff attempts to claw at the face of the gryphon, but his movements are slow and sluggish, allowing the colorful bird to simply swap any and all attacks that manage to get too close. Finally, as the last-ditch attempt, Dreamclaw manages to slightly part his beak and give a weak nibble at one of the walls surrounding his head, his focus slipping by the second as the walls keep relentlessly choking him.

13:33 < Dreamclaw> (eh, I am impartial to them. Kinda prefer the muzzles but the difference is minuscule so one could even say I don't really care either way.)

13:38 Gyro Feather wiggles his head back and forth, steadily working the bird deeper until the bases of the wings begin to enter his beak, keeping them pressed against his sides. The predator's claws then move to grasp upon the forelegs, going so far as to even dig his claws into the flesh as a word of warning. The gryphon winces from the sensation deep in his gullet of painful scraping. The wiggling flesh gives just enough that the beak doesnt catch, instead steadily slipping down, but its certainly not comforttable on the bird. Gyro has to scoot backwards, forcing Dreamclaw's body to arch up almost painfully as he's bent backwards into the greedy beak.

13:43 Dreamclaw feels all his attempts result in nothing as his forelegs are forcefully caught and subdued, his beak hold slipping before he could apply any real pressure, and his wings being hopelessly bound against his barrel by the sharp bird beak. However, the lack of oxygen made the hippogriff apathetic, his consciousness slipping in and out as he gets only what little air manages to slip into the tunnel during the heavy gulps of the gryphon. Dreamclaw sluggishly wiggles his legs and wonders where things went so wrong as more and more of his body is devoured. He can only pray for a quick and painless end when his oxygen finally runs out.

13:43 < Dreamclaw> (although not really, you better fix that shit)

13:50 < Dreamclaw> (fuck, forgot to write about losing all his breath when his back is forcefully bent)

13:52 Gyro Feather grins as he feels the creature's struggling finally begining to subside and then pulls back completely off of him. Now with his beak up to his belly, the gryphon tilts hte horse half of the creature upwards, letting gravity aid in his decent. The beak darts up each time taking in a little more of the hippogryph with each swallow, until the frogs are well within his beak. The long slippery tongue gives the musky impression in the hooves a couple more licks before forcing them into his gullet. The beak finally clacks shut behind the pony as the last vestiges of his tail slips inside, sealing him off in the hot humid chamber. Deep within him, he could feel the stallion filling out the tight crop at the base of his chest. Here there was a little bit more air where the sack had been filled in his initial gulps, and more followed still after the rest of his body was depositied.

13:54 < Dreamclaw> (Hoof fetish, aaaw yisss. Although could have went for some sexual stimulation as well. Could have probably made me horny enough while my front was already in the crop :P)

13:55 < Gyro Feather> (:P well he was passing out, so I made it quick :P)

13:55 < Dreamclaw> (yeah, but the head is probably far enough in that it could have reached. Just a note for the future, or we can add that bit in if you wanna)

13:56 < Gyro Feather> (thats certainly true, and sure, not for the future)

14:02 Dreamclaw zones in and out as his body is devoured, feeling that tongue go over particular areas of his body and then linger on his... hooves? he guesses that the perverted gryphon was further establishing his superiority by focusing on the parts of his body that made him stand out from other gryphons. The hippogriff shook at the realization that he was lucky the bird didn't decide to give a more... personal part of his anatomy a taste-test as well. Being not only eaten but also violated wasn't on his today's agenda. He suddenly notices that his thoughts are clearer than they've been in the past few minutes, the air around him seemingly making him alert and lucid once more. Dreamclaw curses at wasting this precious opportunity for such silly thoughts and instead starts pushing with all his might at the walls around him, hoping to tear through or at the very least upset the gryphon enough to let him go. After a few more seconds of seemingly pointless attempts, he decides that it was time to stop playing nice and use all opportunities he had at his disposal. The hippogriff makes a point to check his claws before digging them deep into the side of one of the walls, thinking that he just might be lucky enough to have enough oxygen to find a way out.

14:03 < Dreamclaw> (Should probably regurgitate him halfway and make sure he spends all that precious air on something that is not tearing up your insides :P)

14:04 < Dreamclaw> (And that's why you don't eat your prey whole and with their claws still on. I am no pony, I have talons :P)

14:06 < Gyro Feather> (oh when we really do it, I'll make usr eyou're well prepared then.

14:07 < Dreamclaw> (or just make me so I somehow prefer to use those claws to rub one out instead of claw at your walls :D)

14:09 < Dreamclaw> (both work, a mix works too :D)

14:11 Gyro Feather laughs as he feels the struggling ensuing in his crop, rubbing his claw over the massive bulge in his chest. It's not until the claws come out that it stops being so amusing as a great pain arises from his chest. The bird lets out a loud howl that would split the eardrums of any creature inside of him. He has to deal with this, he realizes, or else that creature will tear him up from the insides. "S-stop that and i'll spit you up," he demands of the creature. The flesh is tough to the hippogryph's claws, gaining scratches, but giving enough to not pierce the flesh as it oozes slime. Crushing contractions do roll over him each second he's in there, forcing him into a tighter ball and putting a heavy strain on some of his more delicate bones and joints.

14:22 Dreamclaw suddenly claws at the walls with increasing force and soon feels his actions provide a noticeable result as the hand that was massaging him through the wall first stops its caresses and then retreats altogether. But then the hippogriff suddenly gets dizzied and concussed by an unexpected reverberating shriek all around him, forcing him to go limp for a few seconds and giving the powerful muscles around him enough time to push on him from every direction and force his body into a rather tight ball. Of course it was impossible for him to understand anything of what the predator said in such a state. When he regains his bearings, Dreamclaw immediately gets back to scratching and biting and the crushing walls, his position, however, not allowing him to do as much damage as he would like to do. With the available oxygen running out with every of his breaths, the only hope he has left is that the damage he can do will be enough to force the creature to spit him out.

14:28 Gyro Feather winces as the pain continues and whines. He' snot sure he can safely pull the hippogryph back up in this state, but he certainly has to try anyways. The gryphon concentrates on bringing the painful fighting blob back up his gullet, though he isnt being particularly careful to do it with the creature unharmed. Gyro's crop squeezes even tighter now, especially on the lower end as the gullet steadily begins to open up. The crushing force is incredibly great, and as the lump steadily travels up his gullet he hears a series of loud snaps that can only be the breaking of bones. Gyro certainly hopes that he's lucky enough that some of those originated from the forelegs where the claws sat upon. Steadily the lump drags backwards till he feels the creature's haunches pulling up into his beak.

14:30 < Dreamclaw> (haha, I still might get some pleasure before the inevitable death then! Might not be the tender lowing caress though after what I did to the poor guy :D)

14:37 Dreamclaw stops his assault as he feels the flesh around him start to pulsate and contract. "Yes, I did it!" He can't help but feel joy at having escaped such a gruesome fate. His joy, however, turns out to be short-lived. As his body is forced upwards, the gullet starts squeezing him with incredible force. It isn't long when his left forelimb and wing get caught in a particularly curvy area and get stuck there as the rest of his body continues to travel upward. The hippogriff whines at feeling his extremities being tugged at and bent, before suddenly having them go numb. Dreamclaw looks confused before a similar fate happens to his right rear leg, only this time thick equine bones inside the leg produce enough sound to clue in the confused and adrenaline-addled bird as to what exactly happened to those areas of his body, making him worried as to how he is going to escape the angered gryphon when he is fully released.

14:37 < Dreamclaw> (didn't proof it, sorry. Kinda multi-tasking here :D)

14:38 < Gyro Feather> (you're fine)

14:39 Dreamclaw feels his hindquarters meet the cold air outside the bird's mouth and wiggles his one good leg in an attempt to find purchase against the gryphon and help himself out.

14:40 < Dreamclaw> (So far he doesn't feel the pain due to adrenaline)

14:44 Gyro Feather attempts to stop the flow of the pony with his rump now in his beak and then and then grabs the good leg out of the air with his talons. It feels for a moment as if the gryphon might be intending on gently dragging the fest of the hippogryph out more gently as he tugs on it, until he then uses both talons to stap it over his own knee. Gyro lets them both hang limp outside of him while his tongue goes to work on the thick sheath in his mouth, hoping to altogether provide enough overwhemling stimulation to his prey to force it to give in. A free talon reaches up and digs deep into the creature's tail hole, rubbing the flat bit of it forcefully against his prey's prostate. Meanwhile Dreamclaw's beak is left as the only thing in his crop while his one good talon is pressed claws down against his own side.

14:59 Dreamclaw feels his rear leg being grabbed and tugged at, before letting out a pained yelp as it too goes numb after a flare of sharp, throbbing agony. The mutilated hippogriff attempts to move his body and slip fully outside the gryphon, even if only out of dumb stubbornness as he fully realizes there is no way he could escape the creature without getting killed. He attempts to move all his extremities, resulting in the rear legs hanging outside twitching and jerking in a gruesome display of impossible flexibility. Then, he suddenly feels something at the area he totally forgot even existed. Something got, long and slippery starts exploring his sheath, drawing circles around it and sometimes even darting inside and licking at the flat tip of his flaccid member. A few seconds later, something uncomfortably sharp penetrates his rear entrance and sinks deep inside him, before starting to give him an improvised prostate massage. Dreamclaw spends a few seconds to fully contemplate just what the sadistic bird was doing to him, coming to a conclusion that he didn't want to have any part in this. He redoubled his struggles, which resulted in him wiggling from side to side and flexing all his extremities but ultimately gave him little merit. He realized that with the way he was trapped, his good wing and foreleg didn't have anywhere to do and could only harmlessly stretch the wall of the creature. At the moment there was nothing he could do, with only 2 extremities left and his vulnerable backside at full mercy of the creature, Dreamclaw decided the best course of action was to settle down and conserve the available air. He relaxed his body and focused on not allowing himself to get aroused by the unwanted stimulation. It was proving hard to do, but he refused to give his attacker the pleasure of seeing him fall so low. He was still a male, a straight male, and he refused to let that part of him slip even if today was the last day of his life.

15:14 Gyro Feather focuses his efforts on searchign around and over the member. His tongue slathers the balls in hot sticky drool as the length curls around them and even broaches up along the sensitive taint of the pony. He then brings it back down and runs it over the fuzzy sheath, even going so far as to press into the thick pouch. He could feel it plumping out underneath his attention, slowly growing in his mouth. The gryphon continues to twist his talon inside of the stallion, pushing and kneading against the sensitive organ behind the pony's walls, milking it to stimulate its juices. Meanhile the rest of the claws dance gently against the round puffy pucker, providing a light stimulation. He could feel the struggling subside within him and then grabs ahold of one of the broken legs. Holding him still, he gulps hard, sending a new fresh mouthful of air down to his crop to keep his meal alive. Gyro's hot breath caresses the slippery drool coated flanks, keeping them nice and warm, even as the cool air dries the hind legs.

15:23 Dreamclaw can't help but moan and shudder at the gentle ministrations he was receiving. After feeling the fresh air enter the compartment, the hippogriff allows himself to relax some more, his focus on controlling his erection slipping for just enough time to allow his member to poke out of the sheath and right into the warm and slobbery mouth that has so carelessly devoured him mere minutes later. Dreamclaw blushes and attempts to wiggle his rear, seemingly hoping that would do anything to dissuade the sadistic creature from further messing with his private regions. However, he can't help but let out a tiny yelp when a particularly forceful swish of the tongue forces one of his precious orbs to rub against the sharp edge of the beak. Thinking that the situation can't be any worse, the hippogriff resumes his attempt to bite at anything within his reach, demanding the larger creature to stop violating him.

15:23 < Dreamclaw> (not like he manages to reach something in his particular position, just tries)

15:27 < Dreamclaw> (Also, feel free to be as rough as you want)

15:34 < Dreamclaw> (damn, had so carelessly devoured him mere minutes before :D)

15:34 < Dreamclaw> (Should relly proof my stuff, and I will in a serious RP :P)

15:35 < Dreamclaw> (minutes earlier* even)

15:36 Gyro Feather giggles as he feels him wiggling, further slathering himself against the warm slippery flesh that surrounded the poor creature. Gyro sucks gently upon the flat equine tip that pokes out of it, grinning to himself about the fact that the hybrid even had the bits of a lesser creature. The gryphon insersts a second claw into the pony's rump, spreading it a little wider and rubbing the prostate more focefully. The gryphon thinks he can taste the pre begining to bud on top of the hippogryphs shaft too. Certainly it wouldnt be much longer till his prey would be at full mast and completely distracted by his throbbing bit.

15:37 < Dreamclaw> (yeah, genitalia are another bit that is configurable. By default on hippogriffs I use equine bits :P)

15:44 Dreamclaw fails to find a surface he can latch on with his beak and instead decides to go back to focusing on not letting himself get aroused. However, this proves to be impossible as the pleasure coming from his bits has intensified twofold and the tip of his shaft wouldn't go back no matter what mental and physical techniques he tried. On the contrary, even despite the painful feelings of his plot hole being violated, the hippogriff's member kept expanding at an increasing rate. It didn't take long for the full length of the equine cock to slide out of the sheath and stand at full throbbing display, much to Dreamclaw's shame and frustration. The hippogriff really wished he hadn't resisted, maybe he would have been dead by now, with his dignity fully intact. Alas, he had little say on the matter. His pants and moans increased in response to the griffon's licking and fisting, and he couldn't help but feel a bit of lubrication escape his system, clearly giving away his excitement to his captor. He panted once more and attempted to plead the creature to stop. "H-hah, stop! S-stop! Please, I don't ~ah~ want this!"

15:52 Gyro Feather gives the shaft a couple final teasing parting licks before be begins to swallow once more. His claws quickly retract from the tail hole as his body is soon rendered another series of bulges within his neck. As he does begin to feed the creature back down, this time gyro loosens the end of his crop too, forcing the head ot make the journey along into the foul acrid insides of the gryphon's belly. Gyro closes his beak over the hooves once more, once again giving them a special bit of attention as they roll along the insides of the frogs. Then with a loud ahhh he traces teh bulge of the creature as it moves down his throat, disapears into his chest, and then soon reappears in his belly. Once again he's forced into a tightly curled ball, though his broken limbs actually help to make it even tighter. Only a light amount of acids rim the bottom of the chamber, though there's a steady dripping from the walls too as he's encased in the hot heat of the other predator.

16:03 Dreamclaw suddenly feels the ministrations stop and his body begin a trek down once again. He smiles at a thought that his pleas were heard and answered, feeling his fur rub against the moist walls on his way down. The joy, however, soon becomes overshadowed by primal fear and despair as his head pierces a taught sphincter and enters an acrid-smelling compartment. His body soon follows, forcing him to curl into a tight ball, his one good wing tightly pressed to his side and his functioning foreleg bent across his chest. The unwelcome pleasure that was coursing his body mere seconds ago slowly leaves his system, leaving behind an oppressive unsatisfied lust. His member begins to deflate, having already retracted past the medial ring. The hippogriff whinnies and huffs, feeling as the small pool of acids at his back seeps into his fur and feathers. Dreamclaw attempts to flex his good arm and push at the wall, seemingly testing how tight it is and if he should even consider attempting to get out.

16:04 < Dreamclaw> (consider an attempt to get out probably sounds better. I really need to improve my writing :P)

16:17 < Gyro Feather> (Sorry was finally grabbing breakfast :P)

16:22 Gyro Feather 's stomach wall deforms at the gentle shove, slipping beneath his talon and giving him nothing to grab onto. The rolling squeezing motions of the walls of his chamber twist around the broken limbs and press up agains the semi flacid shaft, providing just enough stimulation to keep the meal from losing it. The motions ensure that the bird horse is fully coated in the fluids that lined the chamber though, leaving tingling little sensations that run over the entireity of his body. The gryphon flumps to his sides and gently traces a talon over the loos contours left by his prey. "Oh you poor poor little mutant, I felt how you even were enjoying your little trip down into my belly. Just give up and accept that soon you'll be quite a bit more brown than that dull blakc and grey you are presently," the gryphon says with a chirp.

16:39 Dreamclaw lets out a pathetic whinny at feeling his whole body itch and tingle. The walls keep massaging and rubbing the pungent-smelling sick goo into his fur, with the more liquid parts of it slathering up almost every portion of his body except the face. He barely manages to distinguish what the overgrown bird says in his address, making his anger at the whole situation rise at hearing a familiar insult. "I am not ~uf!~ a mutant or a meal! Let me out this instant or I will tear your insides!" They both know it is just a bluff, the hippogriff is far too weak and stomach walls are far too strong and slippery to do any real damage to them, so the relentless assault at Dreamclaw's body continues. The trapped hippogriff refuses to accept his end and keeps shoving with all his might against the stomach wall for several more times before a distinctly avian paw pushes back on the area he was pushing again with enough force to twist his hand back and force it in a rather awkward position right between his legs. It was only when the said arm lightly brushed against the half-flaccid member of the hippogriff that he realized just how his body was feeling. Dreamclaw blushed and attempted to move his foreleg away from his crotch, all the time ignoring the strange feelings his body was shooting into his brain. In reality, he felt hot all over his body, but especially in the most tender areas of his body - the good wing on his back and all around his crotch region. He rationalized that there was a logical explanation for this, that it must be a weird side-effect of not getting enough air and suffering from acidic burns... That somehow the pain was numbed and his body interpreted it as... something else. He wasn't entirely sure as what yet, but he had to make a real conscious effort to prevent his member from growing once more. All this burning... it felt so very strange and alien, almost surreal. It was like he was taking a long tanning session on the beach!

16:45 < Dreamclaw> (I actually once purposefully tested how acid feels on the skin... And under certain circumstances after itching really comes the feeling of warmth akin to intensive sun rays. Not really too painful yet to call it a real burning but also quite strong. And it can easily stimulate pleasure if applied in right areas, don't ask me how I know :P)

16:45 < Gyro Feather> (I mean, I've put salisilic acid down there before :P

16:46 < Dreamclaw> (oooh, so I wasn't alone then, nice to know :D)

16:46 < Gyro Feather> (Dats the stuff in acne cream :P)

16:46 < Dreamclaw> (the worst happens if it manages to get into the pee hole >_>)

16:46 < Dreamclaw> (I put literal acid there cus I am fucked up that way XD)

16:46 < Dreamclaw> (always wanting to try how stuff feels)

16:47 < Gyro Feather> (Well sallisiclic is a type of literal acid :P what did you use?

16:47 < Dreamclaw> (hard vore too, but that's for later)

16:47 < Dreamclaw> (most often - diluted sallisiclic acid)

16:48 < Dreamclaw> (1% is enough to cause damage inside the pee canal and cause the most outer layers of skin to die off when exposed for longer than 10 seconds or so)

16:48 < Dreamclaw> (I use it as lubricant when I am feeling extra masochistic and there is no good porn)

16:48 < Dreamclaw> (RPing helps though so I don't think I will be doing that again anytime soon)

16:49 < Dreamclaw> (It feels better than bites, that's for sure. Makes a decent lubricant and doesn't cause any damage)

16:49 < Dreamclaw> (of wait!

16:49 < Dreamclaw> I lied. I used Boric acid :D)

16:49 < Dreamclaw> (and no permanent damage)

16:50 < Dreamclaw> (I think I used both types, borric or whatever was the one to give that warm feeling though)

16:50 < Dreamclaw> (boric*)

16:50 < Dreamclaw> (also diluted, obviously. I am no idiot :D)

16:55 < Gyro Feather> (Hmm boric acid is used as an eye wash)

16:55 < Dreamclaw> (Not as diluted)

16:55 < Dreamclaw> (and it is dangerous actually because you can get boric poisoning)

16:56 < Dreamclaw> (so you need to be careful not to get it into your bloodstream)

17:01 Gyro Feather gulps down a little more air as he feels the movements in his belly begining to slow ever so slightly, not intending on letting his broken catch get away with just passing out inside of his firey belly. The acids steadily grow and rise while the movements of the stomach ensure that every bit of him is covered. The gryphon pushes down on the bulge representing Dreemclaw's head at some point, plunging him down underneath the caustic fluids, getting it into his nostrils and his beak before the pressure lets up. Gyro laughs at the stream of threats, his belly contracting and rolling over the creature's form adding to the myriad of other organic noises that sounded around the stallion. One of gyro's foreclaws retreats down below his own legs, gently stroking at the sheath that found itself growing as he enjoyed his position of dominance over the creature.

17:01 < Gyro Feather> (The dosages that poison you are rather high.)

17:01 < Dreamclaw> (not really, it is the concentration that is low)

17:02 < Gyro Feather> (Lowest reported lethal dosage in adults is 15-20grams :P so in the concentrations you're using it, its not really toxic :P

17:04 < Dreamclaw> (well, good to know then. I wonder if I still have some... :D)

17:11 < Gyro Feather> ( Long term exposure to boric acid may be of more concern, causing kidney damage and eventually kidney failure (see links below). Although it does not appear to be carcinogenic, studies in dogs have reported testicular atrophy after exposure to 32 mg/kg bw/day for 90 days. This level is far lower than the LD50.[12] )

17:14 Dreamclaw re-surfaced after being forcefully shoved face-first into the pool of acids. Thankfully, he managed to close his eyes just in time, but it didn't stop his eyelids from feeling like they were on fire, nor saved him from getting a mouthful of the revolting liquids. He hears the laugh and feels the constant repeating movements of something outside his prison. It isn't long before the hippogriff realizes that the movements are in fact one of gryphon's legs bumping into his own belly as he is furiously stroking himself. The knowledge of someone else getting that kind of enjoyment from his demise made Dreamclaw uncomfortable. He wasn't food, he wasn't supposed to be here! This was so wrong! But why did he keep getting more and more aroused the longer those acids were rubbed into his crotch? By this time, the pool at the bottom has increased enough to reach his slightly loose butthole and get to work on its rim. His cock wasn't doing any better, it, just as well as pretty much any other area of his body, was completely covered in digestive enzymes and acidic goo. Dreamclaw let out a silent whinny as he felt a small strand of his pre-cum shoot out of the flared tip and land on his muzzle, the tiniest bit of it making it down and stopping at his lips. He attempted to use his good leg to shift his position when he felt something at the bottom of the acidic pool. He grabbed it and brought in front of his face, the sharp predatory vision and the slightest bit of light from the outside allowing him to see a small heap of black fur and several stray feathers, both distinctively belonging on his body. He let out a terrified scream and redoubled his efforts in pushing at the wall in an attempt to do... something. He wasn't even entirely sure what that would achieve him but he definitely had to do something, no, anything in order to stop this!

17:15 < Dreamclaw> (Oh cool, I am getting castrated :D)

17:28 Gyro Feather laughs as he hears the scream of the little bird horse as the horrors of his stomach are steadily revealed to him. That pile of feathers surely would only grow as the rest of them slough off the wings under the rolling squeezes of his muscles upon the pony's form. The belly jiggles and rocks as the gryphon now begins to quite noticably rock forward with each thrust. His heart beat quickens and his breaths become quite a bit more shallow, devolving into a moan each time he breathes out. His own twitching shaft slowly drizzles more pre out into his talon, further lubricating it for the mounting pleasure. He could feel the motions inside of him spurring him on from the massive domination while the motions also cause his belly to grind up against the shaft from the other side. Gyro's beak splays open wide as he coos with pleasure, feeling his own pressure mounting.

17:48 Dreamclaw once again started getting dizzy and light-headed as some of the air escapes the jiggling stomach in a series of undignified belches. The acids around him are rolling together with the stomach itself, repeatedly splashing against his butthole and rather raw-feeling sack and his neck. The pressure on his body increases as the walls continue secreting liquid death onto his body. Suddenly, hippogriff's attention is distracted by something slapping against the tip of his beak. The pony blushes even more than he had before when he realizes that it was the tip of his own shaft, which by now has increased to its full size and was poking at his beak with each rocking motion of the belly. Dreamclaw felt as more acids and his own bodily fluids were rubbed onto his beak, the tip of his penis seemingly having collected a thick coating of both. He attempts to navigate his member away with the last good leg but winces and lets out a whimper at feeling how raw and painful his digits and skin felt. The end was soon, of that he was certain. He allowed his hand to drop down to the bottom of the stomach and instead opened his beak as wide as he could, his cock head easily slipping inside the acidic-free environment. Dreamclaw winced at the copper taste of blood and at the bite of the acids as he licked his member free of the dangerous solvents and tongued at his noticeably expanded and raw pee hole. The rocking motions continued, and the hippogriff had to lightly bite at the member to prevent it from slipping out and into the harsh environment around it. He got repaid, however, when at the next jiggle he managed to bend slightly further and take in a few more centimeters of the precious body organ. While the original intention might have been to prevent the pain in his shaft and stop it from poking his eyes out, the fading hippogriff would be lying if he said it didn't feel good. Maybe his end won't be as bad as he originally thought? Regardless of the answer to that question, he sure as well was certain that he could do without all the pain. The rocking motions continued, making hippogriff's body give itself an impromptu autofellatio as he moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure, his flesh being eaten and broken into basic nutrients piece-by-piece, the pool at the bottom of the stomach growing ever bigger and redder in coloration.

18:03 Gyro Feather gulps down a little more air, refreshing what little had been left for the poor creature. By this point, the most exposed bits of flesh had found themselves entirely cleansed of fur and feathers and in the worst areas, little sores began to open up in the skin, exposing the muscles to the acids. This grows worse as time grows on, soon leaving all but the rescued member devoid of skin as the acids eat down into his muscles now. At least it seems he's finally gotten his wish about not being in pain, as most of it is replaced with a strange phantom numnness after the nerve endings had all melted away. The sludge he found himself laying in was growing thicker and and deeper as more of his body slowly adds to the thick chyme.
Outside, gyro's having the time of his life, gently stroking up and down his shaft until finally he reaches his peek. A thick peppering of sticky white cum shoots forth from his tip, leaving goopy white strands over his belly. A loud moan rings out from the gryphon's beak, while his entire body clenches and shudders, applying additional pressure on the melting hippogryph within, forcing himself to have to deep throat his own thick dripping member.

18:21 Dreamclaw feels a weird state of apathy, his mind being overloaded with numerous conflicting feelings, emotions, and ideas. The rocking motion continues as more and more of his body succumbs to the powerful stomach around him. The hippogriff lets out a surprised and rather pained gasp through a mouthful of equine dick as one of his ball sacks finally gives in, the acids quickly flowing inside and making short work of his tender testicle. Dreamclaw attempts to lift the hand and lift the other pouch out of the acidic pool, only to find that the scales on his hand had completely sloughed off and his fingers broke off, leaving him with a bloody stub instead of an opposable hand. He whinnies some more at the feeling of acids eating through his submerged back, most prominently his sensitive wing muscles. The member finds the back of his throat, this time having plunged even deeper as his body becomes softer and more malleable thanks to the constant pressure of the stomach walls. He winces when the outward motion of his lower body forces his beak to scrape along the surface of his member and results in a section of its skin simply peeling off and landing in his mouth. Unbelievably, but a part of him appeared to be enjoying seeing his body being so thoroughly violated and ruined. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, each rocking motion bringing in a fresh portion of pain mixed with pleasure. He moaned around the shaft and firmly bit into it, feeling those muscles inside give way to the pressure, the sharp edges of his beak only breaking the skin but otherwise doing no noticeable damage. And then it happened. The surrounding flesh shook and jiggled as his predator has reached the peak sooner than him. The walls rapidly contracted with a crushing force and made the hippogriff swallow the entire length of his member, the firm bite he had at it ensuring that his beak scraped along the entire length of the shaft before catching on the edge of the medial ring and tearing the outer layers of acid-soaked flesh off the penis, exposing the cavernous bodies underneath and sending an incredible wave of pure agony throughout Dreamclaw's entire body, the sudden intensity pushing him over the edge right as his beak firmly met with his torso.

18:32 Gyro Feather is on the opposite side of the spectrum, feeling himself instead in near pure bliss as the rush of endorphins overwhelms him. His beak hangs open with his tongue splayed out of it while he pants heavily. Little bits of cum drizzle out of his tip and run down over the member, oozing along the sides to come to meet sheath. All the while, his knot flare up and tries to tie with the air, not that he'd find any real lock there. Gyro's eyes glazed over and his heart races, and while his body focuses on that aspect, his stomach, for the moment becomes a fair more still, as if it forgot that there was something inside of it. Gyro's tail lashes back and forth behind him. Meanwhile, inside his stomach, while the contractions seem to have stopped for the moment, the relentless march of the acids is ever on going. The juices finally manage to breech his tail hole, flooding down inside of him to melt him from the inside out. His wings would be entirely uselss now, just boney stubs after the flesh has all piled away, and soon enouhg it seemed, his belly would spill open, dropping his intestines over his own face.

18:40 Dreamclaw went completely blank as all the stress and pain finally overfilled his brain, seemingly breaking it and leaving him in a perpetually dazed state. Half of the semen from his last ever orgasm flows down his throat, him not even being able to properly swallow it, while the other half goes up and drips from his beak. The hippogriff just lies still, the stomach seemingly having settled down for the moment and allowing the poor abused hippogriff inside a moment of relative piece. The respite is only temporary, however, as he feels an intense burning spread deep into his core, his tail hole and inside feeling like they were on fire. Dreamclaw makes a frantic move with the stub of his arm to reach the place, only managing to accidentally hit the remaining good ball sack and split it open, the testicle completely leaving the leathery couch and floating in the acids. He howls in pain and cries in agony, finally releasing his abused and barely functioning member from his mouth, his body feeling like it is about to give up.

18:56 Gyro Feather feels so relaxed that hte gryphon is just about ready to pass out now. He closes his eyes and lets out a loud purr, letting his claws fall from his belly to the floor. "Oooh you were absolutely marvelous you know. I had so much fun putting you into our place~" The gryphon's heartbeat soon begins to slow as he then begins to pass out, letting his belly carry on the grisly business of converting the hippogrypoh into a useful slurry of nutrients for him. Inside, the mechanisms of the stomach pick up, squeezing and rolliln over the creature's form, working its hardest to finish working him into a slurry.

19:13 Dreamclaw gives out a soft whimper as the walls begin to grind and push at his body again. The poor creature not being able to fully register the amount of pain it was getting right now, the pony just sat there, his mind completely empty of any thoughts that were not pure agony. It wasn't long before the grinding and sounds had settled down into a constant unchanging rhythm, his torturer seemingly having fallen asleep not even bothering to stay up to see the hippogriff's final breath. Soon, the combined influence of pressure and acidic environment has proven to be too much, Dreamclaw's lower belly splitting up in the thinnest and most vulnerable place, the brown red pool of acids wasting no time and pouting right inside his barrel. The hippogriff could feel his life slipping away, second after second. The intense burning inside his depths crawled upwards before reaching a new high when it met with his core. Pony's heartbeat became erratic, the acids easily eating through the unprotected life-giving organ, before it finally went flat altogether, the hippogriff letting out the last tortured exhale. From now on, his body will be thoroughly processed and only the best ingredients will be absorbed and used to make the gryphon even stronger. The remaining majority will be discarded as a worthless byproduct that is only good as a plant fertilizer, indistinguishable from similar piles of manure left behind by wild beasts, nopony able to guess that it once used to be a part of an intelligent creature.

19:28 < Dreamclaw> (You alive? We can end it here if you wanna :P)

19:31 < Gyro Feather> (Nah still one more post, sorry am playing a game w/ a friend and we were getting clobbered

19:32 < Dreamclaw> I thought you went for an extra-long clop session "D

19:32 < Dreamclaw> (ups)

19:45 Gyro Feather sleeps soundly though the night as his belly continues the grisly work of turning the poor little mutant into nothing but a useful little slurry of nutrients. The form in his belly slowly rounds out as more ad more of the hippogryph breaks dwon into nothing but a bunch of chyme. The bird snores and purrs as his belly softens and and then steadily begins to shrink. The bones, hair and feathers of the poor creature are trapped ino the gryphon's gizzard while the rest of him moves down towards his intestines. Steadily a series of loud cracks can be heard as those bones are cracked down and forced into a a tight little ball. By the time the gryphon wakes, he feels an incredible pressure at the back of his rump, underneath the tail.
Gyro gets to his feet and raises his tail. He squats down and lets the the first series of thick brown logs spurt out with a loud rip, slowly building a messy pile onto the below his tail. The pungent thick scent is enough to make even the gryphon gag and as the mess falls free his rump begins to ache from the thick load. It splatters down, growing larger and larger until its very nearly resting at his tail hole. He turns to regard it with a smile. Smooth and formless, there's not a single indication of what it used to be. Still, that's not all of the remains.
The gryphon then begins to hack and cough, feeling a thick football shaped lump slowly traveling up his throat, letting it fall and splat down onto the ground below. The fould scent of his belly fills the air as the slime begins to evaporate, though the rest of it puddles down onto the ground. A broken skull stares up at him, beak intact and all, surounded and filled by compacted fur and feathers, little grey and black strands and messy feathers that show free. The gryphon looks down at that and laughs, kicking the pellet ot toe side. He then aims and lets out a thick steady yellow stream, adding further insult ot injury. "Stupid little half breed, you're better like this now," he says with a laugh and then leaves the mess on the ground as he head about his day.

19:48 < Dreamclaw> (heheh, what an end!~)

19:50 < Gyro Feather> Hoep that was well worth it

19:50 < Gyro Feather> and this was supposed to be a quicky :P

19:51 < Dreamclaw> Yeah :D

19:51 < Dreamclaw> Definitely not a quickie

19:51 < Dreamclaw> Kinda ruined the plans I had for the evening but oh well...

19:51 < Dreamclaw> This site has this tendency.

19:51 < Dreamclaw> I hope I wasn't too bad.

19:52 < Dreamclaw> Don't have much experience at RPing and am not a native speaker, so apologies if this was subpar to what you normally get.

19:52 < Dreamclaw> Also

19:52 < Dreamclaw> My first ever roleplay with digestion of any kind.

19:52 < Dreamclaw> Yay :D

19:54 < Gyro Feather> Nah it was great~ You had a coulpe funky things, but not too bad

19:56 < Dreamclaw> I kinda have to do something about this whole dick obsession...

19:57 < Dreamclaw> Plus I feel like I was a bit rude there while clawing at your insides :D

19:57 < Dreamclaw> Oh well

19:58 < Dreamclaw> BTW, you can tell me what I should improve

19:58 < Dreamclaw> I won't be sad or angry

19:58 < Dreamclaw> need to know where I can do better to actually do better the next time

20:02 < Gyro Feather> mostly, I wasnt good about it either...but like breaking up into multi paragraphs once you get to a certain size

20:03 < Dreamclaw> Oh yeah, I usually do it actually...

20:03 < Dreamclaw> I just... dunno

20:03 < Dreamclaw> Usually my partner starts doing it first

20:03 < Dreamclaw> And I get the hint and do it too :D

20:04 < Dreamclaw> I just saw you writing it all in one and posted like that as well :D

20:04 < Dreamclaw> I kinda tend to copy the partner.

20:08 < Gyro Feather> Ya me too :P

20:14 < Dreamclaw> Dammit

20:15 < Dreamclaw> The message limit has deleted the beginning of our conversation. Are you using the web client with the standard message limit? Can you check if you have messages that go before 19:40 in GMT+2 and copy those if you do?