Dinner at the Gryphon RestarauntS

15 December 2016

21:41 HollowNote was walking late one night, a concert having gone a bit longer than expected with that stupid bass player not being ready. A bit angry, Hollow randomly turns down some roads to walk off the stress. Eventually her head clears, looking around she realizes she has no idea where she is, she's the only pony out on the road, a couple of griffins with larg bellies laughing loudly and rubbing each other's and their own. Getting nervous she shrugs off her coat and crouches down to lauch herself into the air. Right as she gets to the lowest point in her crouch however, she feels something hit her in the leg, looking down she sees a dart sticking out of her leg. Before she can even lift her hoof to remove the dart her eyes roll back into her head as she collapses to the ground, the serum working quickly to immoblize the mare.

21:46 GyroFeather sits in a dinner, gently tapping his claws upon the table. While most ponies thought this place only served standard gryphonstone food, they'd be shocked to learn that even the most prime delicacy, pony flesh, was offered to those in the know way in the back room. Here it was that gyro sat, flicking his tail back and forth waiting for hi smeal to be brought out on a silver platter. He closes his eyes and takes in the smell of prepared food. WHen the dish arrives its pulled open to reveal a whole mare, stuffed with apple in her mouth and several fruits shoved up her other two holes in the bakc. The gryphon licks his beak and stares down at the pathetic creature, humming.

21:51 HollowNote only stirs at the feeling of movement, squirming a little she realizes that her legs are bound, her jaw is stretched uncomfortably wide with an apple, and, she realizes with a blush and a growl of anger, her plot stuffed wide. Several moments after waking she squints as light suddenly streams into her eyes, soon looking up at a griffin who was eagerly looking down on her with a bit of.... hunger in his eyes? She squirms harder, her bonds barely even stretching as she feels the cool tray under her.

21:54 < HollowNote> (GyroFeather ping me when you're done plz, not going to be looking)

21:55 GyroFeather turns up to look at the black gryphon who carried the tray and nods in approval at the dish. "She looks absolutely lovely~" The catbird purrs out. His eyes, followed by his talons, move to the little pot of gravy beside her, which he lifts up and begins to drizzle all over HollowNote. The liquid is hot, but not burning to the touch, leaving brown streams over the top of her fur, matting down her mane as well. He lets a little flow down over her snout. Satisfied, he sets it asside and leans close, darting out his pink tongue to draw it up over the pooling gravy, tasting the combination it made with her fur. "Oooh~ How marvelous. This is certainly going to be a treat~"

22:03 HollowNote looks up at her soon to be predator, hearing his words the color drains from her face. What did he mean she looks nice? She shudders with the idea before following his talon to a little pot that she hadn't seen before. She watches him slowly pour the liquid over her, flinching from the heat but it not burning her flesh. She squints again, the gravy washing over her eyes for a moment before the griffin, with his long slimy tongue licked it off. She shudders again, knowing now what was in those earlier griffins' bellies, and blanching as she realizes she's headed in the to the same place

22:06 < -> Slipstream is now known as Nightshade

22:08 < Amplitude> (Wait, isn't it the pony that's supposed to be eating the gravy-covered turkey?)

22:09 GyroFeather opens his beak wider still now and positions it right in front of the mare's face. His hot meaty breath washes over her snout, nearly forming pricks of dew upon the tip of her fur from the humidity. The slick flesh that lines the back of his throat glistens with drool while a thin strand drips down from the top of his beak. Putting a talon at the edge of the platter he pulls down, causing the surface to lurch forward, angling towards his beak from atop it pedistool. He watches eagerly as HollowNote slides down towards his owpen beak, anticipating the wonderful mix of flavors about to ensue.

22:10 < HollowNote> (brb 5 mins sorry)

22:20 HollowNote stares straight into his maw as he opens wide, the beak stretching almost impossibly wide infront of her nose. She wrinkles it, the stale air washing over her face as he breathes out onto her. She squirms as much as she can, her limbs slipping in the pools of cooling gravy trying to get herself away from that gaping maw. She feels herself slipping forward, the tray tilted beneath her as he forces her forwards, letting gravity feed her nose into his maw.

22:23 < -> Bowstring is now known as Alia

22:23 < HollowNote> (I dunno so GyroFeather)

22:24 < GyroFeather> (Huh?

22:24 < HollowNote> (I didn't ping you in it so I was making sure you saw)

22:32 < GyroFeather> (sorry was dealing w/ something, am back(

22:33 < HollowNote> (np)

22:35 GyroFeather closes his eyes as he feels the snout of the pony pushing in to his beak. His tongue rolls all around HollowNote's fur, matting it down and pulling of the sensual mix of flavors that run over her body. He savors the flavor, knowing that he likely wont have a meal like this again for ages, given the cost. THen, after what seems like an agonizingly long time of being awash with stale gryphon drool, GyroFeather swallows, pulling the first of her into his slippery gullet, which convulses around the pony's head. A little bulge can be seen in his neck while he takes in her next meaty lump.

22:44 HollowNote tries desperately to keep her head out of GyroFeather's mouth, but fails as her chin slips ever closer to the dripping throat, soon her face being pressed into the steaming maw. She pulls away as much as she can, her face dripping with a mixture of saliva and gravy as gyro's tongue explores her face, replacing the gravy with even more saliva and making the poor pony's fur mat up and slick. She can only breathe sparingly, the tongue working over her face and forcing his spit into her own mouth through the open corners. She tries to sputter out the stale tasting saliva, a nasuating sensation of being able to taste herself in it, but unable to with the apple still blocking her mouth from closing. She tries to thrash her head around, barely doing anything other than pressing her head into the sides of his mouth. She soon tires and simply lays there only able to flinch a little at the movements of his tongue. She spends enough time with only her head in his maw that she hopes that maybe he is only going to taste her and then let her out before her hopes are dashed as the otherwise inactive throat opens up as she's forced down into the slippery tunnel, her head being squeezed down into his tight throat.

22:50 < HollowNote> (sorry got really into it lol)

22:50 < GyroFeather> (You're fine :P)

22:55 GyroFeather salivates even harder as he feels the delectable taste of teh mare melting over his tongue, giving her a healthy coating of the hot drool, which mats down her fur and mane, slicking everything up for the journey ahead. THe muscles of his throat clench tight around her snout, massaging an even thicker slime into her to replace that of the spit. It seems the apple doesnt form a tight fit, as the thick mucouse pushes around the edges to her tongue inside. The smell grows even worse once inside the throat, though every breath would be a struggle in the tight gullet. His talons reach forward and grab around her sides, pulling the shoulders up against his beak. He seems to have trouble fro a moment, perhaps giving the pony a little bit of hope, though that soon is dashed when, upon wiggling his beak back and forth, those too slip inside. THe sharp edge of the beak digs into the small of her back, threatening to draw blood from her form. Another swallow and those disapear, adding to the taut bulges that show up in his feathered throat.

23:03 < -> Seaward_Skies is now known as Lacertius

23:05 HollowNote 's world is condensed to only her sense of feeling as the only things she can hear are the faint glub-glub of the griffin's heart and the other bodily sounds within his throat. She can only wrinkle her nose as the smeall wafts up from his crop, smealling faintly of fish. She tries to bite through the apple, feeling the slime from the slick walls getting into her mouth as well, but only being able to bite partially through it before her jaws ache too much for her. She can only try, unsuccessfully, to keep as much as she can out of her mouth, trying to keep her dignity even as she's made into food. She feels the edges of his beak digging at her shoulders, perking up as she hopes he won't be able to fit her into his beak. She waits with baited breath before her hopes being cruely dashed as she feels him finally work his sharp beak around her, painfully grinding against her back, making her cry out and squirm more. She barely notices as he takes another large gulp, adding her shoulders to the doomed part of her as she slips even more down the undulating gullet.

23:16 < HollowNote> (errrr GyroFeather I really need to get into the habit of pinging in the rp itself -.-;)

23:17 GyroFeather ont he other hand, is practically in heaven as he enjoys the delectible taste of pony flesh. Oh how he sees why the gryphon's of old used to prey upon them. Curse the treaties that prevented such hunting from being sanctioned. A couple more gups and her head pushes fully out into his crop where the smell of old fish mixed with fresh gravy bathes her senses. The thick slimy muscles roll against her body, near battering her from teh pressure while she's squeezed down toward the pit. Gyro rumbles in enjoyment, adding to the other noises that surrounded her and vibrating her very being. His beak, as it hits the bindings upon her back holding her forelegs and wings closed, reaches a talon up to clip them, but not before she's deep enough that it offers her practically no extra movement. And, before she can even begin to curl in his crop, the front opens up too, blasting her with the stink of bile that fills the chamber where HollowNote is bound to be gurgled away.

23:17 < GyroFeather> (I was working on it ^^)

23:17 < HollowNote> (I see that lol)

23:19 < HollowNote> (the front being the opening of his stomach?)

23:20 < HollowNote> (GyroFeather)

23:22 < GyroFeather> (yes

23:22 < GyroFeather> (Sorry was fixing din)

23:23 < HollowNote> (I was kinda hoping for a short thing in the crop but ok then XD)

23:27 < GyroFeather> (I'm heading to bed in like half an hour :P otherwise I would have)

23:27 < BurpyHooves> (Later GyroFeather)

23:29 HollowNote feels herself being squeezed down even further, her soft downy wings being pulled into the greedy gullet and matted down further by his sticky saliva. She squirms unhappily, she had always been very fond of her wings, the soft feathers always giving her happiness as she could leave the confines of the ground at any time. She has already resigned herself to the gut, but the insult of having her once beautiful wings matted and destroyed hurt more than anything physical he could do to her. She soon feels a wider space open up in front of her, knowing from her griffin friends that it was his crop, even having spent time in some of the more trustworthy ones. Even before she can accumulate to the stretchy sac he feels another hole opening in front of her, spilling out a terrible smell that seemed to cling to her fur and pull her deeper into GyroFeather's body.

23:30 < HollowNote> (ah ok)

23:37 GyroFeather grasps upon one of her pinions before the mare slips in far too deep and then tugs hard till the feather pops out at the root, yeilding a purple pinion that he twirled between his claws. His progress halts for a second as he examines it, before he then puts it aside on the table, a little trophy of his conquest. He gives another swallow, steadily easing down her belly till his beak comes ot rest between her hips. His tongue can taste the outside of the large squash that plugged her marehood. Deep down inside of him, his stomach sphincter reaches forward and grasps upon her snout, leading her deeper still. Down there she could hear the angry gurgling of a greedy stomach, ready to be filled full of pony meat. The texture chanted as well, from soft velvety muscles to thick folded ridges with strong flesh linging the edges. The liquid in here seemed thinner and more oily too. And with each gulp, he drew HollowNote in deeper.

23:46 HollowNote yelps loudly, the motion finally biting through the rest of the apple, allowing her to sputter, spitting out most of it into GyroFeather's slimy crop. Angry at the extra injustice of having one of her feathers pulled out she tries to elbow him from inside his throat, the movement being easily beaten down by his strong muscles. She squirms hard now, knowing that even her best stuggles won't to her release but hoping at least to give the griffin some indigestion for ending her. She soon feels her progress resume, the tugging pulling her into the stomach, her ears being filled with the gurgles and churning, waiting for the rest of her to curl up inside to work her down into the nutrient paste for the predator

23:53 GyroFeather grunts as he feels the mare moving and kicking about and in retaliation brings his talon up to push the thick carrot in her tail hole deeper still, spreading her cheeks out wide. The gryphon then curlse his tongue up sliding around the edge of the squash and into her marehood. The tongue arches back, using the force to help drive his tasty treat deeper into his gullet. He could already feelt he sagging in his belly as her head pushes in, sliding against the lining of his stomach. Fortunatly, with the apple free of her mouth, she'd be spared the taste of the sickly liquids that would soon be dissolving her. For now though, the contact seems benign. Gyro pulls back from the table as the rump disapears into his gullet, letting her hinds stand up straight in the air alon with her tail which hangs down over his jaw.

00:00 HollowNote squeals, her rump stretching around the unknown intrusion, making her tense up for a couple moments, before he suddenly wraps his slimy tongue around her rump, pushing the other into her marehood even further and making her shudder not in anger but in a bit of lust. She feels him work his jaws over her rather plush rump, making it slide down with gravity as he lifts his head, her legs not able to move much with the other tie still aorund them. Her face is pushed into the sinister liquids at the bottom of the stomach, despite her best efforts to keep herself from them. She thrashes a bit, trying to get her face above the surface before her legs join her and she's able to take a deep breath as she pushes herself out of them. Coughing slighty she inhales the stale air, not even realizing that she was slipping further and further into GyroFeather's slimy gullet.

00:08 GyroFeather 's tongue retreats from HollowNote's marehood as it slowly vanishes out of reach. Wach second he takes another deep rolling swallow which works to drag those hooves and her pretty well kempt tail down towards his beak. After about a minute longer he finally clacks his beak cllosed over her hooves, sealing them inside. THe tongue runs up to the frogs of her feet, ticlking over them and pushign down inside the sensitive parts of the hoof, drawing off the musky earthy flavor. THen, with one final gulp he sends the rest of her inside. THe gryphon topples back onto his cushion, bringing his talons down to knead over the squirming form in his belly as he enjoys the last bits of pleasure from his meal. He can steadiy feel the bulge working deeper. Meanwhile in the stomach, the steady contractions splash the hot liquid over her. Her face is the first thing to steadily begin to tingle from teh actions of the liquid.

00:15 HollowNote loses her footing in the slippery stomach, splashing back down into the liquid, but starting to curl up inside. Her head pops back up over the surface, allowing her to breathe again as she waits for him to finish his... meal. As much as it hurts to admit, that's ll she is to him now s he swallows down the last of her hooves, making her squirm again as she feels the ticklish tongue working over her soft frogs. She then feels the final gulp , sealing her inside the griffin, her back hooves soon joining her inside the steaming stomach. His liquids being worked into her fur, a slight tingling feeling occuring where the worst of it was concentrated but other than that her feeling nothing. She squirms as she feels his talons working across his belly, pushing at her this way and that as he rubs her down. Sheangrily huffs, not even wanting to shout at him for kidnapping and eating her.

00:22 GyroFeather closes his ees and purrs contentedly as he feels the rest of his meal finally settle inside his hot belly. His talons gently roll over the bulge she makes, running over each bulging contor of her body. Meanwhile, in the stomach, the walls clench and roll, causing the mare to tumble and slosh around inside the pool of chyme taht settled around her. The noise was soothing at least, a steady hum that overlayed on top of the squelching noises of liquid sliding past her body and the steady thumping of his heart. "Mmm that was delicious~" He coos, like he'd eaten nothing more than a normal meal. "I'll certainly have to come back here again." While the gryphon hadnt kidnapped her himself, he certainly dindt question where the ponies came from, knowing that it was best not to know.

00:22 GyroFeather lets out a loud belch, compressing the pony a little further and driving out a large buggle of air

00:22 < GyroFeather> (HollowNote)

00:28 HollowNote feels her skin feeling ever more tingly, knowing that the griffin was starting to digest her. She squirms, the stomach making her start to feel more uncomfortable, knowing that it was the place of her final demise. She feels herself getting more lightheaded, the oxygen quickly becoming depleated as she continues breathing inside the cramped stomach. The process soon made a lot faster by the griffin belching loudly, shaking her inside his stomach and drawing out whatever little oxygen there was left for her. She gasps a couple of times, but soon passing out, her struggles getting weaker and weaker as she slips beneath the liquid, unable to keep herself above them any longer.

00:34 GyroFeather murrs gently and gets up soon after feeling the last final kickings of the pony in his gut. He leaves a large bag of bits on the table and makes his way into one of the sleeping rooms they had at the hall, just for his sort of instance. Collapsing down onto one of the beds, the blue and pink bird soon drifts off to sleep while his belly gurgles away. As he sleeps, the mare's body dissolves, growing softer and formless before absorbing into his gut altogether. In the morning, when the gryphon wakes, he coughs up a lump of blue and purple fur, blue feathers, and some bone before making on his merry way. ANd while he never got the pony's name, he'd certainly not soon forget what a delectable meal she'd made.