One Final Nap

19 December 2016

23:04 Voltaica pouts a bit

23:04 < Gyro Feather> As I said, its an open relationship

23:05 Gyro Feather snugs the cute electric dog~

23:06 Voltaica nods a little, smiling a tad and kissing him on the nose. a paw traces his stomach as she yawns cutely..

23:06 Gyro Feather snicks his snout into her mouth and takes a deep wiff

23:07 Voltaica 's breath is musty, and smells of cherries. it's not really the worst smell for sure, and she smiles. "I was sorta hoping, you'd let me nap in that fatal gut of yours" She lowers an ear, smiling sheepishly.

23:09 Gyro Feather grabs her tongue and then sucks on it before pulling back with a grin. "Hmmmm maybe! But You'r enot covered in anything sweet yet! I was sorta looking for dessert~"

23:10 Voltaica huffs warmly, and kisses him shortly, she leans against him, almost falling over when he pulls away. it's clear why she's in a prey mood, as she's far to exhausted.. "Well, go get something you like, and I'll cover myself in it!"

23:13 Gyro Feather breaks into a heavy laughter as she collapses down into the ground and then nods his head. He wanders away and then later comes back with a bag of citrus powder and a large tub of yellow lemon frosting. "Well I think anything electric oughta be sour~

23:17 Voltaica already naturally tastes like Wacan berries, so she sure does enjoy the thought of him accenting her taste. she giggles a bit, managing to stand back up, swaying a bit.

23:19 Gyro Feather gently nudges the large tub of frosting over towards her wtih a grin upon her his beak. Its a rather shallow tin that was big enough to roll inside. "Well, hop on in~"

23:25 Voltaica sorta slumps in, playfully rolling around like a canine in the grass, coating herself in sour frosting, smelling quite potent, but delicious

23:28 Gyro Feather breaks into a laughter as he waches the little creature quickly getting colored in more of a cream yellow, obscuring her black patches and lightening up the rest of her fur. "Mmmm~ You're looking...and smelling quite wonderful~" He purrs, feeling saliva beigning to drip down from his beak.

23:31 Voltaica blushes a tiny bit seeing him drool. the prey mooded bird still having enough strength to be far stonger than poor volty. even in a mroe submissive state~ She likes that about him, wigglign her paws up at him and rubbing one against his stomach. teasing it and leaving some cream on it!

23:34 Gyro Feather steps up to the tray to give her a lip across the snout, but before he can, he instead feels a sticky swipe across his belly fur. He gies a little squawk and shakes his head. "H-hey...I'm going to have to clean that now!" He complains, before then grabbing the bag of citrus powder and shaking som down on the pokemon.

23:37 Voltaica giggle,s closing her eyes so none of the powder get's in them. it's not too long before she's nciely prepared, and just as eager.. een if his stomach won't be nearly as gentle with her it sure will put her to sleep that's for sure

23:40 Gyro Feather slides up on to the tub and leans forward now, giving a long lick across the snout. "Mmmm~ Nice and yummy! A perfect dessert to help settle my stomach before bed~" He chirps. His own breath smells heavily of digesting stale meats and potatoes. He lets his beak hang open, allowing her to stare down into the pink quivering flesh beyond.

23:43 Voltaica enjoys his reeking breath, leaning close and taking it in, admiring his dirty, food scrapped tongue and his pink throat. as cute as his beak's inside is, she knows she's not coming back out of it alive.. and is totally fine with that fate from her Gyrie~ <3

23:48 Gyro Feather opens his beak a little wider still as his tongue runs and curls around her sour face. The gryphon puckers for a moment, closing his beak up against her fur and pushing the sharp tooth against her flesh, before releasing sa he gets used to the sensation. He drools a little more heavily now to dissolve the powder, easing forward till her nose pushes aainst the back of his throat.

23:51 Voltaica smiles, staying still to let him get used to her taste. she seems to be blushing alot, remaining nice and obedient as the birds dessert. she seems to really enjoy how his drool is getting thicker, and more produced just to dissolve what's coating her.. finding saliva dissolving to be really cute. she gulps a bit as his throat presses around her muzzle. "Love you, gyro!" She mutters, before pushing back, helping you start her descent into that lethal sac between your legs <3

23:57 Gyro Feather 's drool gets into her mouth as she speaks, tasting every bit as lemony as she might imagine from her roll in the delicious bath. As he feels the pressure increasing against the soft flesh back there, he finaly swallows, a loud deep gulp that grabs upon her face and drags her down a couple inches, forcing hre eyes into the dark dim cavern of his mouth. Another gulp and those are burried in his throat. Frosting smears over his beak, pulled off by it sliding tightly against her fur.

23:58 Voltaica groans weakly as she starts to be devoured. the horrible stench of his stomach only halted by his crop. She wags her tail, but other than that, remains motionless as his sharp beak and slimy tongue covet every inch of her soft, delectable form <3

00:06 < Gyro Feather> (sorry about that, had to step away)

00:07 < Voltaica> It's okay ^w^~

00:09 Gyro Feather 's powerful breath is mixed in with the sweet fruity sour scent of her own coating, though certainly below that frosting had to be hot, likely causing the mon to sweat beneath her sticky application. Hot saliva runs over her from as he gulps down her shoulders, steadily drip dripping to dissolve the sweetness, the first casualty in a tasty dessert. In addition to his loud gulps in her ears, he rumbles around her, closing his eyes as he savors her delectable flavor.

00:14 Voltaica starts to rub his insides with her paws, closing her eyes for the last time as she slips deeper inside of him. Her body nearly halfway down his throat now, her feetpaws all that remain without a thick coating of his pre-digestive spit. She's such a good meal to the bird that it's very unclear on why being killed bring her so much pleasure.. maybe she just likes being a part of him~ either way she's gotten rather far down his throat, his needy gut starting to get,. impatient~

00:18 Gyro Feather feels her beginning to reach his crop where the sack expands eagerly to take in his new occupant. Here the smell of his burbling stomach up ahead was in full force, obviously the air from there made its way into here, though the lemon dulled that to some extent. His beak tilts up skywards as her hips reach up against his throat, and his head darts forward, slowly bringing her deeper with each motion. The steady rolling of his muscles becomes much harder down in the crop, where it squeezes hard and pushes her steadily into a tight ball, putting heavy strain upon her joints.

00:29 < Gyro Feather> (booop~)

00:31 Voltaica squirms just a little bit, before his crop crushes the energy out of her, leaving her struggling worthless against his tight, rough walls. He can feel her full body bulging out his crop, his body reacting well to his new food. She got what she wanted, and now it's time for gyro's body to take what he wanted. His snack not only being soaked in saliva, being softened up, but crushed, bruised and tenderized by his crop his stomach will have no problems working her down~

00:35 Gyro Feather still seemed to have some of the remnants of his dinner there as well as thick bits of mashed potatoes smush into her coat, though the meat seems to have been long gone. His beak darts upwards a couple more times, pulling her feet paws into his maw. His tongue gives them a long licking, slipping between each individual digit and tasting the warm musk of them that only added to her overall flavor. He balls up her tail in his claw, and then forces that into his beak too. THat snaps shut finally, sealing her away as he takes one final gulp. "Ahhh~" he coos as his talon traces his meal as it settles into his chest, bulging out greatly from the large hound.

00:49 Voltaica doens't seem to be reacting very much. her tired form not able to put up any more fight.. also she needs to sleep soon, she other than a paw rubbing her crop she's jsut more snack for the bird~

00:51 Gyro Feather finally relaxes his crop and lets the pokemon begin to settle down into his belly. The stomach is messy and still active from his dinner and the juices inside quickly begin to go to work on her coat, cauising it to tingle and burn, working to melt her down like any other bit of food. THe gryphon smiles as he feels her settling down where she belonged. She was just food anyways, it was the law of nature. His tomach gurlges loudly, adding to the thumping of the gryphon's heart and his steady breathing as he lays to his side. His claw getnly traces over her form, feeling for any last movements from his meal.

00:55 Voltaica fills his greedy stomach up rather well, Gyro can figure she's done for now! her body bulging his sensitive stomach, only making his active gut resume it's pleasent processes. after a couple minuets inside his tight, churning depths he can feel her body melting down, easily falling prey. he knows he's far stronger than her.. he might enjoy getting to be her food for ocne, but for now he keeps his place as her owner. his claw gently rubbing doens't feel very much. you cna feel your rounded out gut still having a large chunk of canine inside of your gut.. working on slowly but she's already long dead. the puddle of acids and the tight wlals having done her energyless, exhausted body in quickly~

01:00 < Voltaica> Ima wait for your post, then i need to sleep~ <3 Love ya Gyrie, even if you're taken now ;w; <3

01:04 Gyro Feather laughs as he feels the pokemon go still and then allows himself to pass out as well while his stomach goes to work, melting the canine down into a thick meaty slop of chyme. Her form slowly rounds out as the soup is generated, while the bones crack and splinter in his stomach, steadily shrinking with each passing hour till by the time the bird wakes up, the only sign that something was different was the thick lump in his chest and the swelling of his own abdomin on top of his fat.

With a groan the bird wakes up and gets to his feet. The tub looked just perfect now. Frosting before, and now amongst that he could deposit her remains and be done with them. The gryphon flags his tail and slowly releases his muscles, allowing a blast of foul air and the first brown log to slip from his rump. It splatters down amongst the remaining lemon coating with a loud noise, tossing up the frosting in its wake. More and more of the thick clumps spill from his rump, slowly growing into a respectable pile. After all, the pokemon was about his size. By the time he was done, he'd probably let loose about half of his own weight in thick brown sludge that's musky scent filled the air.
Still, he wasnt done yet. He turns to the muck ane closes his eyes. hebegins to hack up a thick lump that moves up his throat and then peaks from the edge. The vile flavor of his own vomit runs up over his tongue, before, moments later, it splats down upon the crap. The crushed skull of Voltaia stares out at him, filled with yellow and black fur, while the same compressed mass of fur shows bits of random bones poking free from the muck. Thick globules of slime run down to add to the stinking mess, filling the air. WIth that, however, the gryphon heads on his merry way without giving another passing thought to the wonderful dessert he'd had the night before.

01:06 < Voltaica> Night~ >u<

01:06 < Gyro Feather> hope you liked~

01:07 < Voltaica> has work in the morning so will be on tommorow night!

01:07 < Voltaica> Yeh, being my gyrie's food is always nice~