Bringing On a Trip One Way or Another

22 December 2016

00:32 Skylar Stellarwing beats her wings for a moment as she makes herself at home and scopes out what's going on.

00:40 Gyro Feather 's eyes catch upon skylar as she makes her way into the room. He feels his stomach growling beneath him, an everpresent aching rumble and debates with himself if he could actually go through with such a plan. Regardless, the gryphon waves her over with a claw as he settles back down on his stool next to the ravenous polar bear. "Hey skylar~" He calls out with a chirp.

00:55 Gyro Feather shrugs and reaches across teh bar to pour her a glass of...well something anyways, and then slides it in front of her. "Well...I'm about to go on a trip tomorrow, so just killing time for the evening and counting down the hours. Its been a little slow in here though, and I was rather looking for a bit of entertainment...and a snack, but nothing's proven opportune. What about yourself?" He asks, slidking his stool a little closer towards her till his wings brushed up against her sides.

01:03 Skylar Stellarwing nods her head a bit and strokes through her hair, fixing it up a bit. "Mm, a trip you say? Where might that be?" she asks curiously. She sits up straight a bit more as their wings make contact, the Phoenix looking over for a second before shrugging it off. "I do suppose entertainment has been a little on the light side. Bit of a shame" she says with a soft chuckle.

01:07 Gyro Feather smiles at Skylar. "Well...I'm taking a long flight overseas to the magical land of the scotts, though I imagine that my wings will be quite tired when I get there. And it'll take a lot of energy too, but worth it. I hear its beautiful over there." He draws a talon up through her hair and grins. "You know, it'd be rather nice if you could make the journey with me~" he coos. The gryphon has indeed found a better raptor to bother than Lacertius, cuter and much more his type.

01:12 Skylar Stellarwing kicks her legs back a bit and looks over the Gryphon for a moment. "Ahh, that sure sounds fun!" she says, before taking a few large sips of the drink he offered her. The bird surely seemed quite thirsty. Her gaze shifts back towards him as he feels through her silky soft hair, something she didn't quite expect at first. "Eh? With you? Ah, sorry, got other plans-- Maybe next time" says the Phoenix, shrugging a bit.

01:19 Gyro Feather curls his talon around the back of her head as it plays with the long strands, steadily easing her forward towards his face. "Oh but I insist, it'll be my little treat and it'll be quite fun~" He coos, letting his sweet alcohol tainted breath wash over her face. The gryphon was rather set on bringing her along, one way or another, and he /did/ rather need the energy. His beak waters as he remembers the spicy flavor that her feathers contained, while his belly gives another rumble.

01:32 Skylar Stellarwing squints her eyes and backs up just a bit as he starts talking a little weirder to her. The smell of his breath made her blink and look away for a moment. "Uhhhh.... Yeah, that's uh... It's fine, don't worry about it. Like, I have stuff to do... Obligations involving family and friends and such!" she insists, with a nervous chuckle following afterwards. She only now starts to notice his salivation, and takes the moment to try and get up from her seat and make a run for it.

01:38 Gyro Feather laughs heartily, a resounding noise that causes his chest to start with each noise. "Oh dont worry, I'll make sure to take care of all those obligations for you so you can just tag along. Really, you'll be a big help~" He coos and then as she starts to get up, he pulls her forward, using her own motions to cause her head to dip down towards his now open beak. That darts forward to meet her face, causing her to squelch into the hot dripping flesh. Only pausing long enough to slather up her head with a first mouthful of drool, he swallows hard, drawing the first of the bird down his greedy gullet.

01:51 Skylar Stellarwing cheeps and yelps a bit in protest, trying to drag herself back away from him, but her strength proves insufficient. "N-no, Gyro, let go! This isn't funny!" she insists, tilting her head back as her feathers fluff out. Regardless, she soon finds her head being held firmly within the grasp of the Gryphon's beak, tongue lathering over her own and sopping up her plumage in a sticky saliva. A powerful gulp pulls her down, bringing her chest over to be tortured by the Gryph's tongue. Her legs thrash a bit behind her, desperately wanting to be freed.

01:57 Gyro Feather has a moment of hesitation from her cries, though soon enough the warm spicy flavor from her feathers along with his aching stomach are all the further prodding that he needs in order to strengthen his resolve. She'd be his, and then come along with the trip with him, at least in some sort of fashion though perhaps not as they'd hoped. He rumbles around her in desire while even more saliva dribbles down the back of her fur. Another swallow and her shoulders begin to push out the edges of his throat while hier fleshy orbs alight on his tongue. His hot alcoholic breath is all that she can smell, a scent that permeates every inch of the tunnel, or at least the bits that were't saturated with hot drool.

02:04 Skylar Stellarwing tries to plead a bit. "I-I'll go! Just spit me out, fine! Don't do this!" she yelps, though her cries would fall on deaf ears. By this point, her struggles fail to do much aside from slide her along further, but there was no way she would let herself stop-- That hope wouldn't go away for a long time yet. A few more powerful gulps would hoist her in up to her belly, leaving little more than her rear sticking out, tail lifted up high as she was displayed to the whole room. Her chest is pressed deep into her as it passes into the gullet, making her feel somewhat uncomfortable-- Yet there was some pleasure to be had there, as much as she might deny it.

02:11 Gyro Feather could hardly hear the pleading through he thick layers of flesh that that surrounded his prey, though his mind was far to gone, lost to the feral instincts the gryphon usually kept buried, but the powerful fighting of his prey was enough to bring them back to the forefront. He kept his beak held high, displaying his prey's toned ass to the world for as long as it sat outside his beak, though likely that wouldnt be for far too much longer. He could feel her head pushing out into his crop now, bathing her in the alcohol that still pooled in that first chamber, but he wasnt about to let her linger. She was far to big to fit just in his chest pouch. The sphincter infront relaxes, blasting the poor pheonix with all the stench of the gryphon's stomach, a prelude to what she was soon to face. His beak darts up a little more, pulling in her rump, allowing his questing tongue brief access to her nether lips which he slips his tongue down inside while simultaneously grinding the fleshy slick muscle against her clit.

02:17 Skylar Stellarwing shakes her head left-to-right when the exit to the crop opens, the scent making her feel rather queasy. She pouted and protested more, legs being lifted up as powerful swallows would bring her in further, her head forced down another tube. The bird gave off several uncomfortable moans from the attention to her slit, eyes squinting hard as she thrashed back and forth, inadvertently pulling her down further. She would soon be gulped down just to her feet, which, after a good final tasting of the bird, would be gulped down too, allowing the Gryphon to finally close his beak and seal the Phoenix to her fate. Her head poked out into the stomach, the powerful stench overwhelming her even more. Over the next several moments, she would curl up into an upside-down, particularly uncomfortable position which she would desperately try to get out of. "I'm sorry, I'll go! Just let me out!!" she protests, panting from the exhausting heat.

02:37 Skylar Stellarwing shuts her eyes tight to keep the fluids out as long as possible. The heat continued to exhaust her and the motions of the inner muscles compressed her as tightly as they could, literally squeezing energy right out of her. "G-get your energy some other way...!" she says, trailing off as her voice gets weaker by the minute. Fluids drench her feathery coat, peeling it away slowly and digging into her skin, making her squirm and thrash from the pain. The bird panted from the growing exhaustion, her struggles slowly and surely getting weaker as the numbness settled in around her arms and wings. Bits of her started to flake off, the bird's form growing gradually simpler.

02:46 Gyro Feather gently rubs his talons over her form as it spills out into his belly, feeling his stomach contract around her and smearign the hot liquids that steadily deepened into her feathers, quickly leaving them tingling. Even if she'd been his friend before he couldnt help but savor the delicious struggles that coursed through his body, leaving him purring with pleasure. She was small and weak and was going to fall to something anyways, best it be another bird rather than whatever else might seek to claim her. He coos softly, adding the the sounds of gurgling and the rapid thrumping of the birds heart, just another mesmerizing sound to draw the fight out of her. As her struggles slowed, teh gryphon begins to become aware of just how fierce the polarbear beside him had become. At least, it seemed, she'd turned her attention towards somebody else, and even if Lacertius had snuck off, perhaps she'd still honor the deal. The gryphon watches the scene unfold with interest, feeling his shaft begining to peek free of his sheath from the desperate struggle of her prey.

11:40 Gyro Feather lies there at the bar with his head down on the hard surface and a watered down room temperature glass beside him, the reminants of whatever the bird had been drinking at the time he'd passed out there. The gryphon had a heavy belly, though what had once been there seemed to have withdrawn back into his gut, with padding instead filling out his flanks. There's a small puddle below his beak where his saliva had steadily pooled, soaking into his head feathers. The gryphon snores, and its a wonder how he managed to survive the night asleep with so many ravenous predators, but somehow hes managed just fine.
Suddenly there comes from his side a shrieking noise, the harsh angry sounds of an alarm that screamed out at its owner to wake up. It takes a minute for him to come too, before he raises his head groggily and looks around. His talon fumbles for his phone beofre he then silences it. The bird leans back from the bar and lets out a loud yawn before stretching out wide his blue wings and his front legs. Getting to his feet, he hops down from the bar, raising his feathered tail almost daintily as he lands, though the rest of his impact was less graceful as the weight of his previous meal still held him down. Right, he better get going on his trip then, but first, he had some final preparations to make, as evident by the pair of bulges, one in his abdomin and the other in his chest.

11:43 Gyro Feather quickly hastens across the floor towards the large bathrooms, and upon pushing open the large oaken doors, slips in to take care of both needs which press upon his sphincters.

11:44 Gyro Feather lets the door close behind him and soon after he does lets loose a loud fart who's pungent odor settles near the door, practically burning at his nostrils. Worse still, this first burst only makes his needs all the more apparent as the pressure to release even more presses ever more eagerly at his tail hole, threatening to burst forth soon if he did not take care of it. Frantically, the bird scurries over to one of the stalls and pushes it open, not even bothering shut the door hops up onto the white throne and lifts his tail while angling his rump.

11:47 Gyro Feather is just in time too it seems as he can no longer hold it in anymore. Another loud rumble spurts forth from his butt, this time carrying with it some thick sludgy chunks of brown matter that plop down into the water below, adding to the stench. Finally the first solid log pushes free, stretching his sphincter wide, almost painfully so, and in fact would have been had the gryphon not been so adept at taking large objects up his rump. He shakes, feeling the log split and fall down into the water, though there's far more to come. A good thing too, since the gryphon was findng the sensation of her remains sliding against his prostate, causing his sheath to swell. The gryphon shivers while the mound of waste continues to grow before him, suppressing a slight moan. The long coile that spread his cheeks wide was hardly distinct from any other pile of shit produced from that blue ass, as all the identifying marks found themselves filtered long ago by his gizzard. Finally he's finshed, letting the last bit fall with a splat upon the rest of the mess. After a quick wipe he turns around.

11:50 Gyro Feather has hardly any real time to with his arousal as he has to go soon. Instead he pinches the tip, winching from the pain of his sharp claws, which soon has the desired affect of causing his arousal to recede. Soon the pressure in his hips begins to go away as a bright yellow stream flows from his shaft, splattering down on the mess like concrete on mud. There's no water to be seen in the tall brown mess which half fills the toilet, though not overflowing, a testimate to the efficiency of the gryphons system afterall. He sighs during the long piss, before then finally pulling the lever and sending the mess swirling down to the sewer before leaving the stall.

11:54 Gyro Feather isnt done yet though, one final bit to take care of before he can leave on his trip, though he prefers to leave this trophy someplace a little more noticable. Walking up to the sink at the front of the restroom, he begins to shift the muscles in his crop around the semiround ball that sat there, pushing out his chest. The gryphon begins to cough and hack, sputtering up strands of saliva while the ball steadily works its way up his throat, causing a large football shaped lump. Finally a couple brown feathers peak at the back of his throat, and then moments later, with a shudder, the rest of it comes plopping out into the sink. The thick lump of brown, red, and grey feathers covers the surface of the pellet, with strands of red hair interupting it. Bits of craced bones poke free from the surface, providing some sembelence of structure to the waste. The most notable feature though, was the degraded cracked skull that faced the onlookers, filled to the brim with feathers and with a black ruind beak sticking free. The acrid stink of teh bird's stomach wafts up from that, coming from the thick stomach slime that pooled and dripped down the edges of teh glistening lump. With that, the gryphon turns tail, leaving the remains of his friend here, and eager to put the rest of her too good use to fuel his journey.

12:00 Gyro Feather pushes open the door to the bathroom once more, stepping forth and looking rather pleased with himself as he held his head high. A pudgy body swayed beneath him with each step as the bird made his way out the front of the door. "See all of you after the new year~ I've got an intercontinental flight to make~" He calls out with a chirp in his voice. With that, the gryphon disapears out the door, swaying his tail all the while.