Taking Care of Some Old Eggs

28 November 2016

20:33 < Gyro Feather> hihi pretty birb~

20:34 < Rovoska> Evening :D

20:36 < Gyro Feather> Up to much this evening? Wouldnt perhaps be in the mood to make a mess of a pretty bird would you?~

20:37 < Rovoska> Nope, I'm all free. And perhaps, yes :P

20:39 < Gyro Feather> And...if you wanted to do something with eggs too, you could perhaps be trying to make the best of an unfertalized clutch, by laying it into the beak of something you're soon to make a meal :P

20:43 < Rovoska> That does sound like fun :D

20:44 < Gyro Feather> Still How would the two end up together for such things? ^^

20:46 < Rovoska> Hmmm

20:48 < Rovoska> Perhaps Gyro is exploring the countryside and comes across Rov's territory, where she's on the hunt...

20:51 < Gyro Feather> could always do~

20:55 Gyro Feather found himself rather between territories at the moment as the gryphon made his way over the forest. He was alone and traveling between towns, though as it stands he found himself feeling just a tad peckish. Perched on a tree, he scans the ground, looking for rodents or other things to fill his belly with before he takes off for the rest of the evening, satisfied for at least the night.

21:04 Rovoska soared over her domain, the cool evening air flowing silently over her feathers. She was frustrated as yet again she had laid three empty eggs, for there was no male to satisfy her. With the arduous ordeal over, she had set out to hunt and regain the energy she had lost, scanning the ground for any sign of a potential meal. Noticing movement down below, she trained her gaze downwards to see a small blue gryphon perched in the trees, seemingly unaware of the danger above him.

21:06 Gyro Feather was indeed oblivious to the hungry formel up above him, especially as his eyes trained on a little creature about a hundred yards away. He flares bright blue wings open and darts down, snagging the fairly large bunny in hi s talons when it gives its usual death knell. Seems that dinner was served afterall. Gyro brings the bunny up to his beak and begins to feed it down his greedy gullet, darting his head forward with each swallow, causing more of the bunny to disapear down towards his gut byond.

21:16 Rovoska saw the tiny gryph pounce down upon its prey, gulping it down in short motions. While he was distracted, she folded her wings and dove, the air rushing against her nares as the ground grew ever closer. When she was close, she reached out with her talons, blunting them slightly so as to not harm her prey. She slammed into the gryphon, latching on as they rolled to a stop at the base of a large tree. Her prey struggled mightily, but her grip was iron and would not be broken.

21:21 Gyro Feather had managed to get all but the last vestiges of the rabbit down whe he's suddenly collided into from behind. He only has a moment to perk as he hears the woosh of the air, and no time to react to the dive before he's hit. The food in his throat muffles his squawk as the pair of them tumble across the ground, ending with the tiercel landing on his back, staring face up at a rather fetching and dominant formel. He sheepishly gulps down the last of the rabbit and offers a grin up at her, slowlng his struggles for the moment. "Uhh...Hi!' He says with some confusion.

21:33 Rovoska was huffing after the excitement of the hunt, and was quite amused at the response of her prey. "Greetings, morsel." Oh, she would have fun with this one! He didn't even appear to realize what she had captured him for. Ignoring the gryph for a moment, she gave an experimental lick down the side of his face, drawing it out in order to maximize the taste. "Oh, you sure are a tasty one. Perhaps I'll keep you around for a little, enjoy you for a while." Before the prey could realize what she was doing, she grasped him in her talons, the tips pressing into his skin as she gave a mighty flap and was airborn, flying swiftly toards her abode in anticipation of events to come.

21:37 Gyro Feather stares up at her with some confusion as the female looks down on him, and as she speaks, the chill in her voice causes his blood to run a tad cold, that followed by the hot tongue dragging through his feathers and leaving a trail of drool in their wake, and retrieving the pleasant fruity flavor the bird carried in his feathers from teh oils he annointed in them for scents each morning. "N-no! I'm not tasty. I-m a gryphon like you. Just passing through," he protests as he's yanked up int the sky by the much larger bird who was nearly four times his size.

21:50 < Gyro Feather> (boop?)

21:52 Rovoska flew onwards, silencing hey preys attempts to converse by squeezing him until he squeaked and quieted, until inevitably trying again. Rov shook her head in confusion at the little gryphs antics, not typical of those she usually caught. Most of the time her prey begged for their lives, offered her everything they had until they were devoured out of irritation. Not this one. He seemed content to babble and ask her senseless questions, seemingly unaware of the danger her was in. Arriving at her nest, which she had put into a large nook in the side of a cliff, she threw down her prey harshly onto the floor before landing herself, her wings buffeting the air before dropping onto her feet.

22:03 Gyro Feather feels the breath rushed out of his body as the claws squeezed the air from his chest, leaving him in a coughing fit. He tried to argue that he wasnt food, and that she shouldnt be interested in a bird such as himself since they're of the same species afterall, though each of his attempts to reason with her is met with another weeze as the air leaves his lungs. He slams to the ground of the nest as he's tossed and then, shaking his head begins to roll over towards his feet. He's just about to attempt to dart off when the rather large formel moves to cut off his escape. "R-right...cmon, you cant do this to a kin...perhaps we were meant to breed instead..." he offers, though certainly the size differences between the two might put that plan off.

22:14 Rovoska laughed at her prey's offer, glad to see that he had finally come to his senses and realized her purpose. "Breed? With you?" she cawwed, before thinking seriously upon the idea. Hmmph. Perhaps she could have some fun with the little gryph, before her hunger got the best of her. She lay down at the entrance, blocking any hope of escape. "Do tell, little gryph. Why should I spare you, when I have not done so before? What makes you think that because we are kin, that I should not eat you like the prey you are? What can you offer me that others haven't?

22:17 Gyro Feather shivers as he hears the cold laugh of the predator and then begins to look around for an exit, though it seems the only free side of the nest was the one the rather large gryphon was blocking. "B-because I'm not a prey creature and the others are. Us birds are supposed to be able to stick together you know." His eyes dart over to the rather large eggs beside him, each of them about the size of his head. "Pluse...I dont suppose you actually have a mate do you?"

22:20 < Rovoska> (Quick question before we go on, are you okay with torture? It's going to hurt getting those eggs down...)

22:20 < Gyro Feather> (Sure ^^)

22:20 < Gyro Feather> (Just make sure I'm in once piece still in the end :P)

22:22 < Rovoska> (Alright, just making sure. :D)

22:32 Rovoska was caught off guard by the question, pausing for a moment before responding. "No, I do not little bird." She spoke softly, her mind's eye gazing into the past she tried hard to conceal. "But that is not your concern." She collected herself before continuing. "That may be so, but what makes your flesh any different from the rest when it comes into my crop? I don't know who or what filled your head with this nonsense, but it doesn't matter anymore." Feeling an itch from behind, she had an idea, smiling internally at the cruelty. "Tell me, how much do you wish to live?"

22:35 Gyro Feather grins as he hears her response to that first bit, hoping that perhaps he has a bit of an inroads here with teh gryphon. He rather did not want to test her belly, and at the offer of life he practically jumps. "Very much, I'd give most anything, including a lovely evening with you, so that you can have strong pretty chicks~ And while my flesh may not be different, surely there is a spiritual difference there right?" He asks with a small bit of hope.

22:46 < Rovoska> (I'm sorry, I just got a call from my business partner. Would you mind if we took a break? It may be a short while, but I'll be back.)

22:46 < Gyro Feather> (Sure, though I am heading to bed in about an hour)

23:35 < Rovoska> (I'm back. Are you still here?)

23:39 < Gyro Feather> (just got out of the shower, I think its bed time for this bird.)

23:40 < Rovoska> (That's fine. Have a good night!)

20:42 < Rovoska> (Evening)

22:05 < Rovoska> (Heyo)

22:05 < Gyro Feather> (Of course, I could poke you with this bird instead of responding w/ other bird :P

22:06 < Rovoska> (:P)

22:07 < Gyro Feather> (THough if you're poking her, I assume that means you wanna be the noms :P

22:07 < Rovoska> (I'd like to give it a try, yes. After we finish this one :D)

22:08 < Gyro Feather> (Alrighty :P)

22:09 < Gyro Feather> (anyways I'm up for things if you are, your post ^^

22:10 < Rovoska> (Sure thing. A minute or so and I'' be back and ready :D)

22:28 Rovoska laughed, her plan in motion. The poor fool had fallen for the bait! "Well then," she purred, turning around whilst lifting her feathered tail, revealing a glistening wet vent, surrounding feathers soaked with her desire. "Put that beak to work, and maybe if if you please me I'll let you go. Maybe." Looking over her shoulder, she saw the tiny creature nervously approach, happy yet cautious on instinct. Good, she thought. Let the fear come. "I don't have all night!" She screed, prompting him to action.

22:31 < Gyro Feather> (Ahh a gryphon with a vent, interesting ^^)

22:33 Gyro Feather nods his head at her command and then after takinga moment to admire the glistening hole, he rushes over to her slick flesh. His beak pushes up to taste the sweet nectar that exuded from it as his tongue stakes out against the insides. His hot breath wafts over the tunnel while his tail behind him flicked back and forth, almost with eagerness. Perhaps things would go well enough with her this evening afterall, he thinks to himself.

22:45 Rovoska moaned at the feeling of the gryph's tongue against her walls, the gentle touch just what she needed. "Mmmmmmm... You're good, little bird." Lust building, she forced herself backwards, shoving his beak inside her. Instead of struggling as she expected, he began to lick even more feverishly. "[i]Perhaps he thinks I'll kill him if he stops.[/i]" she thought. "[i]He's not wrong.[/i]"

22:47 < Rovoska> (One moment, not yet)

22:52 Rovoska broke from her reverie of enjoyment, noticing a lull in the gryph's ministrations. "Did I tell you to stop, bird?" She asked, voice dripping with malice. She pulled away, leaving her prey gasping on the ground, having been starved for air within her depths. She stood over him, one talon on his chest to prevent him from breathing fully. "I told you not to disappoint, and yet you have failed me already. A shame reall, you could have been so much more." She growled, a deep and threatening rumble emanating from her breast. "Now, I'm quite hungry, and you are quite the filling meal. But, perhaps we could add some stuffing..." She purred, reaching forth and snagging an egg from the nest.

22:59 Gyro Feather pushes his beak forward as she sinks back onto him, letting him feel the hot juices leaking down his beak to stain at his pretty pink feathers, matting them to his face. He pushes on into the sticky tunnel, licking around for a while before he has to pull off for long enough to grab a breath. He shudders as he hears her address him. "I-I was just grabbing a breath! I would have gone back in a second later. Surely a lady like yourself wants a long lasting time right" he protests. His crest folds against his head as he remains pinned ot the ground, breathing harder beneath the heavy talon. He can feel the sharp points pressing into his chest, threatening to draw blood. "W--wait! Let me at least finish you..." he mumbles out, his breath mostly gone.

23:14 Rovoska scoffed at his pleas, his increasing desperation most amusing. "Mmmm, I don't think so. Such a small being like yourself could never provide a superior being such as myself the pleasure we truly deserve." She purred, loving the feeling of power from pinning him. Just a few quick motions, and she could tear out his heart. How gruesome! This time, she had something even more fun in mind. "Open wide." She commanded, sliding the egg across the stone.

23:19 Gyro Feather squirms desperately beneath the talon as the weight continues to remain on his chest, leaving him sputtering and fighting for air while he feels the claws drawing marks upon his flesh. He knew he had no hope for escape unless she let him and clenches his beak. "I-I could...just give me a chance..." he protests. At her command, however, he opens his own beak wide, fearing what would happen if he didnt.

23:25 < Rovoska> (It is late, and I don't want to have to stop when we get to the really juicy parts. Tomorrow, perhaps?)

23:25 < Gyro Feather> (alright ^^)

23:26 < Rovoska> (have a good night friend! I'll see you soon!)

23:26 < Gyro Feather> (Yep, sleep well

18:46 < Gyro Feather> Oh hi birb~

18:47 < Rovoska> Hello hello

18:49 < Gyro Feather> Up to much this evening?

18:55 < Rovoska> Hmm, not really. Talking to too many people at once XD

18:56 < Gyro Feather> Ahh right, probably too busy to continue then eh?

18:56 < Rovoska> Oh no, always good for that :D

18:57 < Gyro Feather> well, its your post ^^ need logs?

18:57 < Rovoska> Nope, Flist still has them :D

19:17 Rovoska curled her talons around the egg's girth, the surface a milky white and smooth to the touch. She chirred, violent thoughts passing through her mind. This would be a great deal of fun, stuffing this bird! "Good, good. Now, I advise not trying to resist unless you wish to find yourself a few organs short." She lifted the egg over the trembling gryph, fear having taken hold. "Try not to screech to much, little bird. The noise grates my ears." Without another word she shoved the egg into his beak, stretching it wide. Her prey naturally tried to expel the object, but a pointy reminder was all it took to settle the whimpering mess. She slowly pushed it down his gullet, the beak stretched painfully wide almost to the point of breaking.

19:27 < Gyro Feather> (Sorry gimme 10 more min. Wasnt quite as prepared as I thought I was. Had to take care of something

19:27 < Rovoska> (No troubles!)

19:45 Gyro Feather focuses his eyes on the egg, watching the light glistening off the hard surface. He gives a little nod to the gryphon underneath the htreat, keeping his beak opened as wide as it would go. Thats when he suddenly finds the hard shell of the egg pressing down into his gaping beak. His jaws stretch wider still, painfully so as it begins to slip inside, with the hard surface running across his tonge, finding it to have a slightly bumpy texture. He gives a whimper and gags as it begins to cause his beak to ache while his throat convulses and gags, fighting the object against her pressure and even his own swallows. Still he can feel the egg slowly shifting down into his gullet, forming a bulge in his feathered throat.

20:03 Rovoska was quite impressed at the little one's endurance in taking the egg, having shoved it almost completely into his throat with little resistance. Having pushed it far in enough that peristalsis had taken over, she watched with rapt attention as it slowly travelled down his gullet, pain obvious in his contorted expression. The egg slipped into the bulk of her prey's body, coming to settle within the stomach causing a slight bulge. "Why, that was most lovely! Unfortunately for you, there are still two more to go into your tiny throat, and I will be very dissapointed if you don't make it through. Are we clear on that, my dear? You'll be food either way, so I advise choosing to cooperate." She cooed, picking up a second egg and holding it above his maw. "You'll make such a nice meal after all this!"

20:13 Gyro Feather squeezes his eyes shut as he feels the cool lump slipping deeper and deeper into him, bringing a soft whimper of pain from his throat while the egg slips down into the warm gullet. He finally feels it close up over the top of the egg and wiggles his neck trying to force it deeper. As it reaches his crop, it bulges out quite a bit in his chest. THe gryphon opens and closes his beak a couple times, trying to readdjust his jaws, feeling them pop with each clench. His jaw drops though as he hears her request. "T-two more? B-but I dont know if I can do that..." he says with a shiver. The gryphon shakes his head at the second egg. "N-no, I wont go through that if you're going to just eat me. Let me go and I'll eat your eggs for you," he says, though certainly she might be able to slip the tip in while he talks.

20:32 Rovoska did just that, taking advantage of the open beak to drop the egg into his throat. Eyes wide in surprise, her prey struggled in reaction, gagging heavily. Rov only purred and continued to apply pressure to the egg, ensuring it's safe delivery. "Oh, food. Do you really think I would trust you to take care of such precious cargo?" His suffering expression gave her all the answer she needed. Shaking her head she thrust harshly, the sudden strain causing the beak to crack. She wasted no time watching the second egg travel down the tiny bird's throat, already reaching for the final egg. "Sorry about that." She chirred, tracing the bulge before it disappeared into his crop.

20:42 Gyro Feather clenches his beak against the egg as he finds the hard white shell pressed once again between his beak, and rather than crack beneath the pressure, the shell instead forces his jaws open wider still. As he resists, he feels a sharp pain in his beak, causin him to reflexivly open wider, letting it sink further into him. Soon enough he feels the egg running down his gullet, bumping up against the first, though the bulge remains in his throat as he has not enough room to have them both in there. Closing his eyes and focusing on the sack, he steadily guides one of them deeper towards his stomach, rather than living with that uncomfortable bulge. As he looks up at her, he really wants ot respond, to tell her he was trustworthy and could handle it, but with that third egg looming there, he knew just what would happen if he opens his beak.

20:49 < Rovoska> (I'm going to bail for tonight, not feeling too well :C)

20:49 < Gyro Feather> (alright, hope you feel better soon)

20:50 < Rovoska> (Still getting over having to put down my pet bird, hitting me harder than I thought)

20:51 < Gyro Feather> (oh..that sucks...ya I understand

12:11 < Rovoska> Be right back, then I'll [i]actually get start[/i]. Silly distractable mind

12:11 < Rovoska> started, that is

12:21 Rovoska felt quite pleased at the little gryph's cooperation, though his willingness was a bit of a grey area. He certainly seemed eager to please her at least. As he finished swallowing the second egg and sending the first into his belly, he looked up at her about to respond but instead seemed to think better of it, perhaps knowing what she would do if he dared speak. Rovoska had no time to wait however, impatient as she was, and once again ordered him to open his beak. "I don't think I have to remind you why refusal would not be in your interests, bird. Just one last egg and it will all be over." She looked upon his prone form, the bulge in his belly from the first of the eggs making him look all the tastier. She could only imagine the look of him once he was fully stuffed.

12:27 Gyro Feather squeezes his eyes shut as he feels the the power of Rovoska's voice rolling over him and thinks about it for just a second. He then realizes that he's certainly in a world of hurt if he doesnt, worse than he is just taking the second egg. His beak creeeps open slowly as he shuts his eyes, tensing up for the next powerful push. He didnt even want to think about how it would feel to pass those eggs. If they hadnt been crushed by his gullet, surely stay intact all the way through. As it was, the pair together resulted in two very large bulges, adding near a third of his size onto his from.

12:40 Rovoska patiently waited as her prey considered his options, and once she saw an opening she took it. Having already prepared the final egg, she eased his beak open rather gently, giving him at least a modicum of comfort for being such a good meal. The creamy shell was forced inside the peacock's beak with slightly more care than the previous two, her prey's appreciation evident in his eyes. All of it was merely a facade, a trick to get him to trust her. With the egg almost completely encased, she became the cold predator she had always truly been, and with a gruesome cry of sadistic delight she propelled the egg into the birds throat. Gyro tried to screech, but was silenced by the great bulk. His jaw most assuredly broken, he could only whimper in pain as she finished truly stuffing him.

12:44 Gyro Feather begins to relax as the egg seems to slip gently inside this time. Perhaps it was smaller, or the couple of ones preceding it had loosened him enough to take it. No matter which way, the bird takes his first gulp. Though she then gets rough and he feels an incredibly pain in his jaw as beak and bone crack when its forcfully slipped into his throat. He cries out, muffled b the egg as he swallows. Soon that's sent down to join the other lump in his crop and he lets out a pitful whimper. His claws press on the ground as he tries to slide bckwards. 'l-let me go...please..." He responds, in incredible pain.

12:54 Rovoska cawed in sick avian laughter as he attempted to get away, slowed by the hefty weight of the eggs he now carried. She had let go of the bird shortly after the second egg had passed beyond his maw, as he would a rather hard time evading her with his laden body. "Let you go? By all means please, go!" she grinned. "However, there's a catch. I'll let you go if you can make it down to base of the mountain before I catch you, but if you fail... I'm afraid you won't have to worry about getting home." She sat down on her hind, knowing that there was no possible way under sun or moon that this now extremely round bird to escape her. Her meal would come, but she would play one last game before she ended his torment.
[12:57:00][22:03:12] [20.12.16] - Gyro Feather: /me clenches his beak as he looks up at her, and then back towards the cliff beyond her. He gets to his feet, though his body feels incredibly heavy from the large eggs that leave it puffing out in his belly. He trots forward and opens his wings to fly, but stumbles as his hinds get caught up with the bulges. He reaches the edge of the cliff and gulps, looking down at the sharp drop. FInally the bird leaps off, flaring his wings, though he finds them weighed down by his body, making his motions sluggish as he tries to manoever down.

22:14 Rovoska cackled as she watched the obscenely plump bird try and escape, the scene far too amusing. He really thought that he was going to get away, didn't he. Most creatures would have realised the futility in such an exercise and lain down at her feet, offering themselves on a metaphorical silver platter. Not much fun, but that was the way it usually went. This time however would be different, a far more thrilling hunt and torture of her hapless prey was in order and she did not plan on missing her dinner. She was somewhat fair to the laden gryph, giving him time to realise she was merely toying with his emotions and body. Soon enough she had reached the end of her patience and began to follow the gryph, leisurely gliding towards the barely flying meal.
[22:2 [11.12.16] - Gyro Feather: (I...jsut had someone contact me for an RP...and then block me when they realized we were incompatible O_o

22:03 Gyro Feather clenches his beak as he looks up at her, and then back towards the cliff beyond her. He gets to his feet, though his body feels incredibly heavy from the large eggs that leave it puffing out in his belly. He trots forward and opens his wings to fly, but stumbles as his hinds get caught up with the bulges. He reaches the edge of the cliff and gulps, looking down at the sharp drop. FInally the bird leaps off, flaring his wings, though he finds them weighed down by his body, making his motions sluggish as he tries to manoever down.

22:14 Rovoska cackled as she watched the obscenely plump bird try and escape, the scene far too amusing. He really thought that he was going to get away, didn't he. Most creatures would have realised the futility in such an exercise and lain down at her feet, offering themselves on a metaphorical silver platter. Not much fun, but that was the way it usually went. This time however would be different, a far more thrilling hunt and torture of her hapless prey was in order and she did not plan on missing her dinner. She was somewhat fair to the laden gryph, giving him time to realise she was merely toying with his emotions and body. Soon enough she had reached the end of her patience and began to follow the gryph, leisurely gliding towards the barely flying meal.

22:24 Gyro Feather maintains air well enough as he finally starts to get ahold of his momevments, though it takes a lot of energy to stay aloft as his wings strain and flap. He suddenly a loud rush of wind behind him and turns his head back to see her coming towards him. He lets out a scree of fear and plummets a little further still, this time mkaing sure he gets below the treeline. Perhaps, he thinks, he can get free from the other bird if he can stay out of direct view. THe sparse trees provide ony a modest amount of cover though, and his brightly colored body makes him stand out well against the ground.

22:34 Rovoska flapped lazily, the small motion giving her large gains on the small form flying - falling, really - into the cover of the trees, not that it did him any good. His bright and colourful plumage drew him apart from the drab greens of the pines, a beacon in the middle of the mountain. She got closer, now nearly aside from the little gryph, his much smaller wings pumping furiously yet still failing to keep him aloft, slowly losing altitude in the thin air of the mountain range. She soared above him and gusted her wings, sending him tumbling down a precious few metres, squawking in terror. " Go on, little bird. Try and escape!"

22:41 Gyro Feather feels himself caught in a powerful downdraft and struggles against it, but it ends up being too much. His wings strain for air, flapping hard and beading with sweat, but he just cant keep aloft. The gryphon hits the ground on all fours and attempts to scurry down along the ground, stumbling his way through the underbrush which scrapes painfully at his distended belly. It didnt look like he was going to get away, but the bird wasnt about to give up. He had to make freedom, he wasnt going to resign himself to be food.

22:56 Rovoska cracked a beaky grin as her interference went as planned, grounding the egged bird and forcing him to try and wobble away. As much fun as it was, she did have to catch him soon. He was nearly at the base of her mountain, and as cruel as she was she honoured her deals. Not that many of her deals were fair, but she did honour them. She pumped her wings and streaked ahead of the bumbling bird, landing in front of him and catching him quite by surprise, at least it seemed that way from his screech. He tried to turn around and sprint the other way, but she caught his tail in her beak, pinching down on it and quickly stopping him. "Oh dear. Seems you've lost my little game, morsel. And I think we both know the punishment for losing..." she cawed, releasing and opening her beak, giving the terrified bird a good view of his final resting place.

23:02 Gyro Feather shudders and screams as she crashes down in front of him, cutting off his primary means of escape. Instead he turns only to find his pretty feathered tail grasped within her beak, before being transfred to a claw. Her cold voice sends shivers through his body and even as he tries to speak, his broken jaw hangs uselessly, garbling up all his noises. His fear was clear though, from the way he shivered and sweat before her while looking up at her bright pink maw. A little globule of drool drips down and splatters upon his flesh, the first in what would certainly be a very wet and hot journey.

23:08 < Rovoska> (I've got to stop for tonight, getting too tired and slow :C I'll have something good written up for tomorrow however!)