Stats

The RP has a total of 33 lines, 1326 words, and 7235 characters.
The average line consists of 40.18 words that themselves average 4.46 characters taking about 3 minutes, 5 seconds.
Dreamclaw said a total of 5 lines, 37 words, and 231 characters.
Dreamclaw's average line consists of 7.4 words that themselves average 5.24 characters taking about 1 minutes, 13 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 13 lines, 768 words, and 4212 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 59.08 words that themselves average 4.48 characters taking about 5 minutes, 11 seconds.
Penscribe said a total of 15 lines, 521 words, and 2792 characters.
Penscribe's average line consists of 34.73 words that themselves average 4.36 characters taking about 1 minutes, 47 seconds.

18:28 < Dreamclaw> God dammit, where are all the cool predators when you need them?

18:29 Penscribe sprawls out next to a fountain

18:42 Gyro Feather pushes penscribe into that fountain, so that they're nice and cool.

18:42 < Gyro Feather> ;p

18:43 Penscribe huffs as I climb out, my horn glowing as I lift the gryph, a bright flash happening as he becomes really small, giving him a lick "Wanted to cool me off? how about I warm you up?"

18:44 Dreamclaw flops on the bench nearby, watching the events with interest.

18:44 < Dreamclaw> (can't type for my life, too late >_>)

18:47 < Dreamclaw> I think he is currently taking a bath in bleach.

18:47 Gyro Feather squawks in a hight pitched voice as he's rendered much smaller by the magic and then lashes his tail while in the magical glow. "H-hey put me down! Its warm enough out here," he protests as he's given a long lick.

18:48 Penscribe chuckles "Hmmmm, you sure? you feel quite cold on my tongue" opens wide and sets you atop the tongue, closing you in "I think you need to be somewhere warmer"

18:49 Dreamclaw does his best to hide a rather compromising wing boner.

18:51 Gyro Feather wrinkles his face as he feels the hot breath of the stallion washing over his body as he speaks, carrying with it the stale air of his insides. "Bleh....No!" he protests, before plopping down on the slippery tongue. He tries to jump out of the mouth, but it closes shut, sealing him in darkness, leaving him clashing into the trees.

18:54 < Dreamclaw> (trees growing out of his mouth, that's a true hippie right there)

18:54 Dreamclaw is an offensive birb.

18:54 Penscribe smiles and licks over the Gryph happily, pressing and swishing him about in my mouth as I enjoy the taste "Mmmmhhhh, good choice on the sprinkles, he tastes just like a donut"

18:56 Dreamclaw grins "Heh, that was completely unintentional! Enjoy your meal!"

19:04 Gyro Feather feels himself rolled around in the mouth of the stallion, finding himself pressed up against the hard roof of his mouth and coated in hot saliva. THe gryphon tries to dart towards the light as the tongue lifts and rolls him while speaking, but he cant quite get the angle he needs to do so.

19:05 Penscribe chuckles and squishes you to the roof, sliding you back along my tongue as I lift my head up and slide you down into my throat

19:07 < Rosella Astorshire> Trots around, currently in her MLP 'feral' form, trying to think of what to do.

19:13 Gyro Feather scrambles along the tongue as he feels the head lifting backwards, sending him sliding down towards the throat as he tries to survive. Suddenly that lifts up and presses him into the greedy gullet which opens up and grabs along his form, dragging him down and forming a lump in the pony's neck. Gyro can feel every slimy movement as the hot drool is worked into his body.

19:15 Penscribe gives a quick swallow to send you on your way, letting the bulge on my neck show happily as you're slowly dragged down my gullet towards my throat, chuckling softly

19:15 Dreamclaw "Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!"

19:15 < Penscribe> towards my stomach*

19:15 < Dreamclaw> (dat timing)

19:16 < Rosella Astorshire> (Heh heh.)

19:18 Gyro Feather can feel the muscles rolling around him, dragging him deeper still. The sound of the pony's heart grows stronger in his ears while the growling gut grows closer too. Each swallow echoes in his ears as he's pulled deeper until with a splash he pushes through the stomach sphincter, only to be blasted with the hot stale air of the gut.

19:20 Penscribe sighs and lets off a quick belch, my horn glowing again as the Gryph finds himself at a bigger size, still curled up within the stomach as I rub at the bulge "Heheheh"

19:22 < Dreamclaw> Fun fact - herbivore acids aren't that weak and some herbivores, equines included, can actually successfully digest meat in small quantities.

19:26 Penscribe chuckles and pets over the bulge more "And considering I'm quite a preddy Equine, I can handle meat far easier"

19:27 Gyro Feather feels the stomach contract around him as the belch echos out, followed by being able to see faintly as the magic of the pony targets him, casuing him to grow until his body pressed out against the walls of the stomach, creating a tight visible form on his belly. The gryphon gives a loud whine as he feels the strokes, pushing back against them. "L-let me go...I'm not food."

19:28 Penscribe pets more and sits back, laying against the base of the fountains statue, resting in the water as my stomach growls loudly "You're food now, so better get comfy, cause my stomach can take a while"

19:32 < Rosella Astorshire> Giggles a bit as she watches.

19:38 Gyro Feather can feel the hoof tracing over him as he runs it over his belly while the stomach gurlges greedily around him, signalling that it was begining to pool its powerful acids up into the chamber. THe gryphon gives a little whimper and shakes his head, pushing his claws out against the lining of the stomach. "N_no I'm not! Cmon...spit me out."

19:39 Penscribe just continues to pet, ignoring the Gryphs protests as my stomach starts to squeeze over him, working those acids deep into his feathers and fur slowly, humming happily

19:41 < Gyro Feather> sad we have to move it

19:43 Gyro Feather shudders, feeling his fur and feathers already beginning to tingle as the seep down into them. THe squeezing of the stomach pushes some of the breath out of him, causing him to take gasps of the foul acidic air that surrounded him. He pushes out at the rubs, fighting for a freedom that he was far to large to find.

19:43 < Gyro Feather> (they have a no digestion policy :P)

19:43 < Penscribe> it says encouraged, but alright then, no one seemed to raise complaint either way x3)

19:45 Penscribe grins and continues to rub over, feeling the bulge move about as my stomach works over you, squeezing, squishing and grinding over your form as I let out another belch, finding some of your feathers drifting into the water and chuckling softly "Ahhh, all mine now"

19:47 < Gyro Feather> (encouraged, but doing it out fo the channel...its really silly

19:48 Gyro Feather tumbles around in the stomach as the walls roll over him, pushing him down below the acids occasionally only to have the bird come back up sputtering. He could feel himself already begining to shed fur and feathers. As the second belch rings out, he feels the space growing tighter still, with very little air left for him to actually breath.

19:51 Penscribe pets more and sighs, laying back more and just watching the bulge move and squish about, listening to my stomach growl and groan as it slowly works you down, melting away your fur and feathers and slowly softening your skin beneath

19:55 Gyro Feather causes the contours of the stomach to move and quiver as his wings and limbs pus around inside the sack, rubbing against the slick sides of the stomach. He could feel the fur and feathers sloughing off and the thingling growing worse as the juices get down to the bare flesh, working on softening him down into nothing. "Please....Please..." he begs, shivering in fear.

19:56 Penscribe licks my lips and pets more, not giving the Gryph even an inch by now as my stomach continues it's work "Sorry, rather too late to let you free now, besides, you were delicious, and my flank and belly could use a plumping out"

19:59 Gyro Feather pushes out, but the stomach seems to be squeezing tighter around his form, compressing him even more into a ball and making it more difficult for him to fight back. The stallion's voice echos in his ears, transmitted by the body. He feels himself growing more lightheaded as the lack of air begins to get to him, dulling the sensations of the stomach. The bird lets out a sad sniffle as his spirit begins to die.

20:01 Penscribe pets more and lets off one final belch, emptying the usable air from the stomach as I squish over the bulge softly "Giving up so soon? what a shame, I was quite enjoying the squirms you were giving, but I suppose it was inevitable"

20:06 Gyro Feather finds the strength in him for one last flurry as the rest of the air leaves the stomach, an involuntary fight as he realizes he's now plunged down underneath the acids of the stomach. He fights hard, flailing and pushing, but that soon ends up slowing down and going still as his body gives one final shudder once he's forced to gasp for a breath and finds nothing. With that the gryphon passes out, nothing more than food for the stallion.

20:07 Penscribe moans as you put up the final struggle, watching the bulges push and squish out around you before finally rounding out as you settle down and pass out, rubbing my gut as it continues it's work on the piece of meat residing within, over the next few hours, it would slowly shrink and round out as you're worked down into a soup for me to absorb and use

20:16 < Gyro Feather> ~ twas fun

20:16 < Penscribe> Indeed, hope you enjoyed it

20:16 < Gyro Feather> mmhmm