Picking Out the Right Paint

29 November 2016

20:34 < Gyro Feather> Oh hey, this pretty bird~

20:34 < Atrosh> Hi noms

20:34 < Gyro Feather> ~~

20:34 < Gyro Feather> Need some white paint? :P

20:34 < Atrosh> Maaybe =o

20:37 < Gyro Feather> Well then, I know a good paint supply store :P

20:38 Atrosh usually gets his paint from any store with people in it, but mostly houses with people in it

20:39 Gyro Feather is rather glad that he's not in a house, nor a building then. He tries to figure out if he's looking at a chocobo or a Heron.

20:39 Atrosh is, by default, a chocobo. Heron is primarily for playing with certain someone who likes heron =3

20:40 < Atrosh> (Altholugh I think a chocobo with heron-like markings would look neat

20:40 < Gyro Feather> (or the long heron neck~ to show off that bulge :P

20:40 < Atrosh> (Chocobos have plenty on neck. Not as much as herons, but enough)

20:43 Gyro Feather shows up at Atrosh's nest with a catalog. He holds it out to the bird with a smile. "Hey there~ I was told you needed some paint assistance, and I'm here to help deliver on that request. Just pick out what you want, and give me the funds and I'll pick it up for you," he says with a grin.

20:44 Atrosh 's "nest" was actually in someone's back yard right now. Oddly enough, the owners aren't home right now, but their car is still in the driveway. The large bird peers curiously at Gyro, neck extending outwards so he can get a look at the catalog himself.

20:47 Gyro Feather moves up next to the bird as he leans forward and helps flip the pages for him as he picks through the thick booklet. "Well then, see anything that looks interesting?" He asks. They were just staring to get to the whites and offwhites.

20:49 Atrosh shifts about on the grassy patch he was laying on, his pointed beak poking around at some of the white shades shown in the catalog before giving a sort of affirmative 'wark!'

20:53 Gyro Feather considers it for a couple seconds and pulls out a calculator. He punches a couple numbers in and says, "Well, to get this yard all painted up, I'd say you need about 5 gallons, which should run about 750 gil. Sound good to you?" He asks with a smile upon his beak.

20:55 Atrosh shakes his head then stands up straight, an ominous growl coming from his belly. He lowers his head and gently starts nudging Gyro away with the top half of his beak and head.

20:57 Gyro Feather frowns as he watches the bird get up to his feet and then steps away at the insistant little pushes, which bring the little gryphon's fruity scent to light. Turns back after he's clear of the beak to look at the chocobo. "Well then, do you have the gil?"

21:01 Atrosh starts trutting about the area that needed to be painted, matting down the grass with heavy talonfalls. The gryphon may notice the bird's underside feathers begin to part, drooping down between his legs before he stops and turns right in front of Gyro. Atrosh squats just a little, and then there's an audible 'SSPPPLLLRRRRT" as he quickly and efficiently paints the entire area with the remnants of the house's previous occupants. The job was quite messy, but it was done in a matter of seconds. The bird rights himself, his tailfeathers wiggling as his tongue runs along his beak, giving Gyro that predatory gaze.

21:02 < Atrosh> (Also, I mean he is facing Gyro for this, so he doesn't get hit >__> )

21:08 Gyro Feather watches the bird go to work, crushing the grass flat as he stakes out his area and nods his head at the bird. Ahh guess that's why he was nudged out of the way after all. The gryphon then tilts his head to the side as he watches the feathers flag. He then winces from teh familiar noise and the ensuing splat as the thick mess of bird crap splatters out against he nest, giving it a rather familiar white coat. Gyro then looks back up to meet the face and shudders as he see's the tongue upon the beak. "W-wait! I'm not food!" He shouts and turns, intending to sprint away.

21:15 Atrosh is ready. When the gryphon turns it just gives Atrosh an opportunity to quickly snap him up by the scruff of the neck, easily plucking him off the ground and carrying him about almost like a cat would with its kittens. He takes care to skirt around the mess that used to be people and waltzes right through the house from the back door. There's signs of struggle in here, with talon marks on the walls and furniture torn. There's even a large, distinct white puddle in the middle of the living room, although judging by its scent it didn't come from the bird's rear. He doesn't seem to have any qualms about splashing through this puddle, having to lower his head just to fit inside the smaller space. Gryo is now facing a torn-up couch which seems to be ripped not only by a chocobo's talons, but also what appears to be some creature with claws like a cat or fox or some such. Finally, on the wall behind the couch is a massive white stain on the wall, still slowly oozing down towards the floor, filling the room with a powerful masculine musk.

21:15 < Atrosh> (I am going to do something I don't do often soo |3 )

21:23 Gyro Feather squawks as he feels himself grasped by the scruff of his neck and then carried rather gingerly by the beak, though the strain on his neck was still uncomfortable for the full grown bird. His wings flap and his claws swish at the air, but he's held straight away from the creature, keeping him from getting any avenue to attack at the bird. He frowns as he's brought inside and looks around at the mess that the house is in. "Geesus...what did you do in here?" He asks, clenching his beak. He wrinkles his face as he gets the scent of a rather active male in here. Obviously the chocobo had had more than just a meal before he had made his way outside of the house. His heart thumped in his chest. "Uhh...please...please dont do anything to me that I'll regret..." he says with a submissive whimper in his voice as he tucks his tail between his legs.

21:27 Atrosh lets go. The gryphon is plopped down onto the sofa, arms and upper body almost draped across its back and his hinds out towards where the coffee table would be if it weren't in the corner right now. Swiftly one of the bird's large talons is up on his back, actually pushing him firmly against the torn sofa. With a sort of warble the gryphon can feel what he can only assume to be the chocobo's cock grinding up along his inner thighs and spilling out a fresh serving of gooey precum, sticking to his feathers. All Gyro can do now is flail about and turn his head, as he's pinned to the couch in preparation for becoming the bird's latest conquest.

21:34 Gyro Feather flumps down onto the couch as he's dropped, though before he can react to his sudden new found freedom he finds a heavy footfall of a talon against his back, pressing its sharp digits into his blue fur, causing him to sink further into the tattered couch. His claws run over the cushions, adding new torn streaks to cushions as he fights to get free. The bird lets out a loud scree as he feels the shaft pressing up against his inner thigh, followed by the thick gooey substance that adds a new flavor to his form. The gryphon shudders as he feels it coating over his belly now, flapping his wings wildly.

21:37 Atrosh seems unusually calm, having the gryphon under control with his his foot. His shaft snakes its way underneath Gyro's tail, even pushing it out of the way as its girth jams roughly inside the gryphon, followed by a foot or so of twitching birdcock. Atrosh wiggles and squaks at the tightness, emptying a thick load of precum inside the gryphon that makes him feel warm and full inside.

21:46 Gyro Feather winces as he feels the thick shaft making its way up his tailhole, spreading him wide and creating what would be a pleasant sense of fullness as his tailhole begins to leak the excess pree that fills him up. His own shaft begins to respond to the pressure anyways, steadily begining to flesh out from the rubbing against his prostate, bringing a small moan to the bird's beak as well.

21:48 Atrosh pushes further in. The pleasant fullness may soon become much more alarming as the bird's cock is crammed further still, as if threatening to squish right into the gryphon's stomach. Atrosh lets out a pleasured wark, actually spreading and flapping his wings for a moment.

21:52 Gyro Feather begins to grunt painfully as the shaft fills him out furtehr still, causing the bird to wince while his stomach begins to bloat from the excess precum. Thie bird's wings flutter and flail too, but for all too much a different purpose as the whole situation grows uncomfortable.

21:56 Atrosh 's talon still grips the gryphon firmly as the bird starts to hump, each thrust seeming to go deeper than the last. Gyro can even feel the bulge the larger creature's cock made in his belly, and even taste the precum in his mouth despite being rammed from the opposite end. Atrosh was completely stuffing the 'turkey', like he had stuffed the family that took a trip through his bowels earlier that day.

21:58 Gyro Feather sputters as the precum, mixed with acidic bile from his insides wells up into his beak and drizzles out with his drool. His struggles seem to stop as he goes limp, powerless to do anything as Atrosh pushes deeper and deeper into him, while the fluids in his mouth stole at his breath as they got in the way.

22:02 Atrosh after a minute or so of this, starts to lean over Gyro, craning his head down in front of him. Gryo can see a lump travelling up his throat before a mass of bones and fur is horked up onto the floor below. The bird repeats the process three more times, making a nice pile on the floor. At least the family was split between indoors and outdoor now. The entire time the chocobo doesn't lose pace at all, continuing to pound the gryphon's tight innards. At this point Gyro can sort of feel large flanges that were like dull barbs digging into his intestines from the bird's cockhead, grinding against his walls with every buck.

22:15 Gyro Feather watches with fear as the mass of bones plops down in front of his face, illuminating the fate of the creatures that the chocobo had so recently devoured. He squeals with rear as he smells the sour acidic scent that lay before him, knowing that that may well be his fate as well. He harks up more of the liquid now, feeling the powerful barbs running up against his intestines and leaving him squealing with pain, and bringing his fight once again to him.

22:22 Atrosh doesn't last much longer, the tip of his rod flaring out with the barbs almost like a horse's though not as extreme. He lets out a dominant cry, his thrusts suddenly stopping as he hilts the gryphon, pumping thick, gooey blasts of bird jizz inside his stomach, making his belly bloat out a little. Gryo can feel the pulsing of the cock as waves of jizz are pumped through that rod, able to feel it travelling through its entire length before dumping inside him. There's so much of the stuff that it shoots right up his throat, even spraying out of his nostrils in hot, ropey strands.

22:26 Gyro Feather 's insides clench and roll over hte barbs in an attempt to expel the foriegn body, but it just keeps coming. Soon he feels the body shudder and hears the loud cry. Finally the bird was finished...though the ramifications of it are still rolling though him. He feels the cum blasting out of his beak, spraying against the couch and adding to the stain that had been pooling already beneath him. He can feel the liquid pushing out of his rump too spraying back against the bird while he remains flattened against the couch, defeathed.

22:29 Atrosh just seems to keep going. After several gallons of the stuff are stuffed (and spilled) from the gryphon Atrosh seems to show a little mercy, lifting the talon from the gryphon's back. However, this just gives him more leverage to tug his cock out from the used gryphon, the thing raking along his intestines once more before loudly popping out from under the tail. Almost immediately Gyro gets a sort of fresh coat fo paint himself, hot jizz splashing across his rump and back, stray shots splattering against the wall in front of him where the other stains were.

22:35 Gyro Feather feels his belly rather bloated after the long orgasm finally finishes, leaving his stomach quite round and bulging. When he feels the talon lift up, he tries to get ot his feet himself, only to be pulled backwards by the receding shaft until it leaves with a loud splurch. He gives a long whine and turns to look back at the bird, his entire body left quite the cum splattered mess, with all his feathers and fur matted.

22:40 Atrosh is ready. When Gyro turns around he's met with the grinning beak of the chocobo followed by a stream of cum splashing him right in the face. He then dips his head down, nabbing Gyro's feet and tail in his beak, licking at the spooge oozing off of them. Gyro is left handging upside down with a cock splashing his chest and belly with jizz and a cock trying to nom at his legs and tail.

22:53 Gyro Feather kicks his hind legs back as they're grabbed by the beak, finding himself now dangling and staring at the thick, still throbbing cock of the bird. his body takes naother round of splattering, coating him in more of the warm slime, while his hind legs are begining to press down the hot slippery gullet. His tail swishes back and forth against the lining of the throat, while his claws lash out at the bird's chest, now that he can reach it, swiping at the feathered body.

22:59 Atrosh actus unpreturbed. Although the gryphon's claws can now reach the bird's chest fluff it doesn't seem to do much aside from ruffle a few feathers. Seems he had quite a bit of padding there, which was understandable. The chocobo then starts rapidly tilting his beack back and lunging forwards, quickly getting at least half of Gyro down his gullet in seconds. He can feel the throat squishing around his lower body, tugging him further in with each loud gulp.

23:09 Gyro Feather squawks as he feels himself tossed back further into the beak, with teh muscles clenching and rolling over his form. Despite his flailing and flapping it seems that his wings get caught to his sides as his belly and chest are drawn up into the sharp beak, leaving the bird squealing with fright. He can feel every slimy movement of the thorat as it spreads the cum down over his feathers, a salty topping that adds to the lovely fruity flavor of the bird.

23:12 Atrosh leans backwards a little, having to squat down due to the relatively low roof. Gravity works against the gryphon now as he glides down the slimey throat, the jizm pretty much acting as lube at this point. Despite the impressive bulge in the bird's throat he doesn't seem to have much trouble devouring the gryphon, after all this is pretty much what he does for a living.

23:19 Gyro Feather sinks down lower down into the thoat with each dart of the beak, letting him tilt up in the air towards the room. He feels himself poured down towards teh throat as he flails with his claws towards the ceiling. Down down he settles into the throat, filling himself already begining to flesh out into the slimy sack that awaited him. Gyro lets out a loud feral scream of fear as the end rather quickly approaches him.

23:21 Atrosh holds him there for just a second. Gyro is giving one last glimpse of the cum-splattered wall outside before the beak closes in front of him, followed by a [b]glrrrrck[/b] that squishes his head down into the chocobo's neck. The rippling walls around him quickly squeeze him through the narrow passage until he's dumped completely inside the stomach, which was now void of any of its previous occupants and their leftovers.

23:26 Gyro Feather smells the scent of stale breath for a moment before the beak closes over him, sealing him in a warm musky darkness. The scent of cum weighs heavily on the bird's breath as well as the stale meaty bit from the previous prey. He struggles as he's drawn deeper still, pushing into the slick sack that forces him to begin to curl up. The acrid fumes of bile fill the air, burning at his nose and eyes while he feels a slight tingling from the liquids that pool at the bottom of the chamber. "Let me go!" He cries in panic, providing what meager fight he can in the slick chamber, warn out as he was from the previous activities.

23:30 Atrosh 's feathers begin to puff out, then shudders and ruffles all of his feathers, finishing off with an extended neck and shack of his head before setting his feathers back in place. As he begins to look for a new spot to nest in Gyro is bounced around inside the tight chamber. His feathers feel tingly and it seems as if his body is growing numb, the enzymes all to eager to break him down into a nutrient slurry.

23:35 Gyro Feather feels the tingling growing further as his feathers and fur begin to shed in the foul muck His legs kick out against the walls, and the motions, combined with the movement of the bird cause him to jostle around and get fully mixed in with the juices that work to digest him. Already he feels himself losing control of his extremitis as the juices melt those away.

23:39 Atrosh clambers up a staircase to find the master bedroom, finding the unspoiled bed in the master bedroom and nestling down on top of that. Gyro can feel the extra pressure from below now as the bird lays down to rest, smothered from all sided by persistent acid-coated flesh. Atrosh pauses for a moment, then lets out a hearty belch, a handful of damp blue feathers spewing from his beak and onto the bed. His belly lets out a groan, busily churning the gryphon away into chocobo pudge.

23:44 Gyro Feather notices a change as the bird settles down on the gryphon, squeezing him tight inside the chamber. The heartbeat and gurgling are magnified in his ears as he's pressed deeper into the flesh. Soon after teh belch purges most of the air, the gryphon finds that he's not able to remain conscious. A couple minutes later, he finally succumbs to the foul muck of the chamber, gurgling away into mush with only a mess of pink and blue feathers and blue fur to show for his previous form.

23:51 Atrosh feels the struggling subside in his belly, followed soon after by a gastric growl that churns the gryphon into a paste. The bird licks at his beak, satisfied with himself as he gradually drifts to sleep off his meal.

Merely an hour or two later Atrosh awakes, Gyro's remains having mostly been churned into a liquid that pumped through the bird's intestines. He gets out of the bed, heading downstairs to where he had devoured the gryphon, repeatedly hacking and lurching as a lump travels up his throat. He splacks a mass of bones and feathers into the pile the other remains were, along with Gyro's beak to distinguish his pile from the rest of the family. he wasn't one to keep trophies though, after all, where would he put them? Instead he turns and leaves it for someone to stumble upon who knows how long from now. He expertly unlatches the front door and steps outside, making sure to close it before turning to face the street. He shuffles his feet, feathers drooping just before he unleashes a messy load of ex-gryphon, creating a newly painted doormat for the now vacant house. Once more the chocobo ruffles his feathers, strutting away, perhaps in search of his next meal.

23:51 < Atrosh> (Sorry it's the best I can come up with @__@ )

23:53 < Gyro Feather> (you're fine, twas fun ^^)

23:54 < Atrosh> (Alright cool. Happy ending for everyone involved => )

23:57 < Gyro Feather> :>