Indulging an Insectivore

25 January 2017

21:16 < Changeling_Wil> (Heya ^^. Gotta say, it's neat to finally spot you about, after seeing all the art Gyro's appeared in)

21:17 < Gyro Feather> ~ Shame you're a runt, I'd had visions of visiting a changeling belly :B

21:18 < Gyro Feather> maybe the opposite oughto happen :P

21:18 < Gyro Feather> but thanks ^^ the art is fun

21:18 < Changeling_Wil> Hey, I've got other chars :p Wil is just my adorable, often prey bug.

21:19 Gyro Feather nibbles on wils wings after dragging him so close~

21:22 Changeling_Wil eeps, the changeling starting to wriggle about as his smooth, translucent, gossamer wings are nibbled upon. They taste slightly like sugar paper, for some reason. "E-ermz, hi Mr. Cat bird." He squeaks, with a hint of an accent. "Mind not nibblingz me?"

21:26 Gyro Feather sucks upon the wing and pushes against it rather forcefully with his tongue, trying to pull off the sweet flavor of the changeling. He pulls off for a moment to then move in and give Wil a slurp across his snout, leaving a trail of warm fish smelling drool. "Not nibbling you, but I'm an insectivore, and well, I think I've found me something for dinner," he says with a grin.

21:26 < Gyro Feather> (Am amused that for you usually prey char you've got pred and prey both as yes :P)

21:26 < Changeling_Wil> (I'm open to it. It's just rarer/more likely to happen by accident :P)

21:31 Changeling_Wil shivers, a faint greenish tint spreading across his muzzle as his wing is suckled and lapped at. "E-ah-er-" he starts, only to be cut off as the griffin's tongue laps over him, the green hue on his cheeks deepening. His shell, much like his wings, is rather sweet tasting. "O-oh...erm, well, that's nice?" He says, offering a faint smile in return. A few seconds pass, before the runt's expression switches to a frown. "...w-wait, I'm an insect." Gulping, his ears flick down, the runt of a ling trying to wiggle out from Gyro's griffin. "W-wouldn't you prefer a cookie instead?"

21:38 Gyro Feather grins wider as he feels the shiver run through the hoof he has locked away within the grasp of his tail and then runs his pink tongue over the edge of his beak. "Yes, yes you are," he responds, dragging a talon under the other's chin. "And besides, buts like you dont belong in pony society, you just feast on things that you ought, causing a pony to shrivel up until you eat what remians to build your carapace.

21:43 Changeling_Wil gulps, slowly shaking his head. "W-w-well, a-actuallyz, I'm a baker...a-any food works for shells," he squeaks out, the runt flinching as he feels the griffin's talon trace over his chitin. His wings twitch, before coming to life fully, buzzing and straining as the ling tries to break free, hooves pulling at the ground as he tries to break Gyro's grip on him. "I-I haven't done anything wrongz to anyone!"

21:48 Gyro Feather giggles as the changeling lifts off of the ground while his wings buzz, and yet the gryphon flares his own wings and takes off, continuing to hold onto the bug's foreleg. "Sure you havnt...I know all about you changelings. I know how you attacked canterlot over a year ago. And I know I need to take care of you," he says with a growl. It was now either him or will, and if Gyro had anything to say about it, will would be the one gurgling away

21:57 < Changeling_Wil> "B-b-but all I wanna do is makez foodz!" He cries, grunting with effort as his hooves flail around in the air. He strains his head forward, wings still buzzing rapidly as he tries to pull away from the griffin, his forehoof tugging away at the tail around it, trying to break free. His efforts redouble at the growl, the poor runt falling right into a situation of panic. So much so that the poor bug closes his eyes, as if not being able to see Gyro will prevent the griffin from seeing him

22:11 Gyro Feather flaps around till he's infront of the panicking bug, leaving his tail tugging at the same angle fully extended. "Oh dont worry, you will be making foodz~" He coos before opening his beak wide and sliding it down around the runt's muzzle. His hot drool bathes the poor bug, dripping out the edges of his beak to run down the smooth side plates while the gryphon purrs at the wonderful flavor. His claws reach forward to grasp Wil upon the shoulders as the tail finally uncoils itself, though too little too late for the creature to escape. Gyro's hot fishy breath wafts over his snout, giving him just a taste of teh reaking insides he'd ahve to deal with.

22:30 Changeling_Wil eyes flash open as he feels the beak slide over his muzzle, sensation and smell of both the beak and the griffin drool rolling onto it alerting him to the danger. Not that it does him any good, mind you. His escape attempts only serve to push him further forward, muzzle sliding deeper into the beak before he's able to try and reverse his course. "Mhmmhhphmm!" His attempted cry sounds out, muffled by the beak forcing his muzzle shut. His eyes widen in fear, staring up into Gyro's as he struggles not to wretch from the foul stench.

22:35 Gyro Feather certainly going to let him get away though, and as the the bug buzzes up at him, he feels is muzzle pressing into the soft folds of the back of his throat. A loud glck can be heard as he swallows, his throat reaching forward to grab along the snout and pull it into the tube beyond as the rest of his head is drawn into the wet beak. Most of the light is obscured now, but what little he can see is the pink throbbing flesh glistening with a thick layer of drool that makes his already smooth carapace all the easier to drag in. Interestingly enough, even the top of the beak is fleshy and wet, ensuring all that enters is well lubed for travel.

22:45 Changeling_Wil is plunged into a world of pink, the ling staring in horror as his muzzle is dragged down the griffin's gullet, his ears folding back against the sides of his head as the rest of him is pulled back in. He's oddly delicious, for a bug. There's a sweet, sugary taste certainly, mixed in with a hint of butterscotch. His wings start to buzz up once more, albeit directed in reverse, the ling trying to drag himself back out of the griffin's maw, his legs flailing around uselessly in the air.

22:50 Gyro Feather gulps again causing his throat to ripple further around the changeling, this time plunging it into complete darkness as his head follows his snout past the first curve into the thick glovelike tube that stretches over him. Gyro winces as he feels the horn dragging on his flesh, wishing that he'd taken care of that before, but it was far too late now. THe changeling's arms are forced to begin to fold to his sides as the shoudlers slip between the beak. Gyro holds tight, shoving him in deeper to prevent the pull of the wings from having an affect on escape.

23:04 Changeling_Wil 's horn is, like the rest of him, somewhat underdeveloped. Instead of a sharp, pointed magical conductor, it's dull and stubby. It's a wonder if it can even be used for magic... Regardless, the ling keeps squirming, his cries of alarm muffled by the flesh clamped around his muzzle. His blue, lense like eyes shine slightly in the darkness, a low whimper escaping him as he's dragged deeper into the griffin. His legs continue to kick and wriggle in the air, his wing tips batting against Gyro's beak as it presses up against them.

23:09 Gyro Feather shoves hard and forces the stallion's into his beak, forcing them to stop buzzing and making it all the easier for the gryphon as he darts his beak down around the creature. He can feel the muzzle pushign itno his crop, along with the bugs head as he works his way down, pulling the creature's hips between his jaws. The tongue rests up between his legs and against the base of his tail, slathering all his most private sensitive parts in warm drool and drawing off of them the musky flavor of the bug to add depth to the sweetness. THe gryphon releases a claw to feel at the seadily growing bulge in his chest.

23:22 Changeling_Wil 's wings twitch and buzz for a moment more as they're forced into the maw, before the thick drool slides over them, reducing them down to mere ineffective twitches against the ling's back. "H-h-heyz! L-let me go!" Cries the ling, as his muzzle slides into the pre-digestive chamber, no longer forced shut by the throat muzzles clinging around it. He inhales, before gagging as the stronger scent of rotting fish fills his nose, a twitch running through his form. There's nothing too impressive between the ling's legs, just a small sheath. The tip of Wil's cock peaks out of it, aroused by the tongue based attention despite the situation.

23:32 Gyro Feather hadnt intended to do more than lube him up htere anyways. He plunges his tongue backwards, dipping it into the tailhole just slightly while he forces those hips down into his gullet. The gryphon is rather quick to dispose of the legs and tail too, sending them down to join the changeling's small bulge. He purrs and rubs over the other's form as he settles back down onto the ground. "You will be let go, dont worry! I cant keep you in there forever afterall. You'll just come out in two different pieces," the gryphon chuckles, his voice booming over the gurgling of his stomach and thumping heart.

23:42 Changeling_Wil gasps, a low groan escaping the runt's lips despite himself as both his cock, then his pucker get an all too brief introduction from the griffin's tongue. His hindhoofs wiggle uselessly in the air, before they too are swallowed down, easy sent to join the rest of the ling. Wil sniffles, fidgeting as he's rubbed and needed. [i]Maybe it's not so bad in here...it is empty after all! [/i] "You'll let me go? R-realliez?" He asks, a slimmer of hope in his voice as he presses his hooves, and his face, against the fleshy wall of the crop. "W-why two piecez? I-I'm better in one piece, really!"

23:48 Gyro Feather laughs at the niave changeling and shakes his head. "Two pieces because I cant digest your carapace, so all that is going to come out of my beak as a pellet, while everything that digests and isnt absorbed will plop out of my ass in a brown mess." With that he begins to trot off towards a store to get a little bit of fruit and a dessert to help round out his dinner. The gryphon keeps his crop clenched rather tight, preventing the changeling from moving too much and giving away what might be going on.

23:59 < Changeling_Wil> "B-brown?" He gulps, rapidly shaking his head, pressing his hooves against the sides of the crop. "I don'tz wanna be a pellet or a brown mess foreverz! C-can't I bake you food instead? I-I'll give you everything you want, i-if you let me outz!" He pleads, before letting out an [b]urck[/b] as the crop squeezes tight around him, holding him in place and preventing him from struggling or squirming, anything that might create noticeable, moving bulge.

00:06 Gyro Feather takes about half an hour to fill his saddle bags with food and make his way back to a more secluded area, leaving hte bug cooped up in his crop the entire time, unable to move. The gryphon then begins the rest of his meal by gulping down a smelly fish, sending it to join his occupant, followed by a coupel clawful of berries. THese all rain down from his beak while the crop squishes the mess into his food, thoroughly breaking it upon the changeling's body. THe smell is all the more powerful with these new scents joining the mix. "I needed something a little more nutritious all around, you know."

00:23 Changeling_Wil tried resisting for a while, tensing and thrashing the best he could in a vain attempt to break lose, or to attract the attention of someone, [i]anyone[/i] to come save him. Alas, it was all for naught. No pony even noticed he was there. Not even the one disguised changeling in the store. And so, the ling curls up the best he can, eyes screwed shut, softly humming to himself to try and distract himself from the situation. Though, no amount of humming can distract one from the sensation of food falling down onto you, or being smushed over you. "W-we-well if you ate that, c-can I goz then?" He asks again, clinging to false hope between his gags at the foul smell.

00:31 Gyro Feather follows that all up with a large slice of cake, sending the substance down in a slimy bolas, mixing up thick and smearing all over the changeling liek a piece of batter. He chuckles at the changeling's request and nods his head. "Alright, alright, I'll move you~" he coos, and then concentrates on his crop, steadily forcing it to squeeze and relax, propelling all the food in his rather stuffed chamber along, deeper into his belly. The odor is quite a bit more rancid in here, smelling directly of bile, the same mess that would turn Will into a sludgy mixture. It seems like his belly had been anticipating him for a while, as the pool of acids was already about halfway to full.

00:43 < Gyro Feather> [sub]boop[/sub]

00:45 < Gyro Feather> (appologies in advance if I end up passing out)

00:45 < Changeling_Wil> (gah. Sorry, getting pretty droopy here myself x-x)

00:51 Changeling_Wil gags, sluttering as he's coating in the thick, mushy, semi-liquid remains of the cake. Oh, what an ironic fate for a baker... His eyes light up, as he hears Gyro's voice echo around him. "R-really? Thank youz, tha-" his praising starting, only to die away once the ling realises which way he's being pulled and pushed. "W-wrong way, wrong way!" He helps, voice muffled by the flesh between him and Gyro's ears. He lands in the foul liquid with a splash, the majority of the rest of Gyro's meal sliding in after him, pinning him down and submersing more of him in the lethal acids. While his shell protects him for now, it won't last forever...and it certainly does nothing for his tail. The ling whimpers, squirming and wriggling as he tries to crawl and squirm back out of the stomach, tail starting to burn away.

00:57 Gyro Feather 's stomach closes up tight once the meal is deposited inside, and on top of htat, its beyond the reach of conscious control of the gryphon, meaning whatever made it in tehre would be stuck until the ball of remains were ready to be harked up. The gryphon gets to his feet and plads a few steps over to the couch, where he plops down on top of his bugling belly. "Nah, most certainly the right way, down where food belongs~" He coos gently. "I wonder if you can even see in there, how's that horn working out for you runt?" He asks with a laugh, dragging a claw down over his own bulbous belly. Inside his acid found all the soft spots, the tail, the wings, and especially the sheath and anus, eating away at teh flesh of the changeling.

01:12 < Gyro Feather> [sub](beep)[/sub]

01:15 Changeling_Wil whines in pain, withering around through the slosh of acids and muck. "P-pleaze! Pl-pleaze!" He begs, hoofs banging and pushing against the walls of the stomach as they squeeze around him, a greenish tint seeping into the acid and food mix and the acids do their dreadful works. His fragile wings soon crumble away, reduced down to nubs before those two vanish, acids seeping into his shell through the hole they left. He keeps begging, kicking and pleading, his efforts slowly dying down as the acids continue their gruesome work on him.

01:22 Gyro Feather merely swallows down more air to keep the changeling going in response to his begging, deriving a sick pleasure from it as he feels the movements inside of him massaging the edges of his belly. Gyro pushes back, occasionally forcing Wil down underneath teh surface of the bitter burning liquid for a few moments before letting him rise to the surface once more. The liquid around him gets thicker still as some of the fruit and cakce also turn to mush. The acids are begining ot get to the changeling's joints too, working between the thick shell plates that line the majority of him.

01:30 Changeling_Wil keeps trying to reach the entrance of the stomach, acting on the false hope that if he can get there, he'll be able to climb back out...yet every time he gets near it, a nudge, or a shove forces him away. Acids flow into his mouth, open and ready to scream, the ling involuntarily gulping, the burning liquid searing his throat. A stinging pain writhes across his features, acids wearing away at his eye lenses, ensuring his last sight is of Gyro's groaning stomach walls before he's ushered into darkness. More and more green goopish fluid comes to join the rest of the mush, as he's dissolved from the inside out, his organs and juices being reduced to mere nutrients for Gyro. A harsh [b]crack[/b] rings out, as Wil's rear implodes in on itself, the shell cracking and fragmenting down into smaller pieces, once the insides have being reduced to mush. More acids flow over and into him now that his final defence has been so horribly broken. Another snap sounds out, followed by another, then another, the acids biting away at the ling, reducing his life down into nothing more than mulch

01:36 Gyro Feather finally allows himself to drift off to sleep as he feels the last of the changeling go still. Throughout the rest of hte night, he lets his belly go to work, breaking down the delectable meal into its composite parts, causing his belly to shrink and soften while the changeling is reduced to an unrecognisable mush.
In the morning, when the gryphon awakes, he initially feels an urgent need in hsi tailhole. He rushes to his bathroom and lifts his tail, letting a couple thick brown lumps flow down into the toilet. Not a thing in the m could be identified as having come from Wil, so adept was his body at filtering out all the useless material. Certainly the mess stank a heck of a lot more than the bug had going in, leaving a stench that made the gryphon's eyes water.
THen, he looks down and begins to hack, feeling a football shaped lump making its way up his gullet. Moments later, the foul, bile tasting mass plops down onto the brown sludege. Black keritain makes up the ball, all slimy and compressed together. Most of it was hard to make out, save for a camaged skull which had been squashed nearly flat by the pressures in his stomach.

01:38 < Gyro Feather> so, what'd ya think?

01:41 < Changeling_Wil> Nice, nice. First time I've had pellets done. Hope I wasn't too bad ^^

01:42 < Gyro Feather> I much enjoyed it ^^

01:42 < Gyro Feather> I'm up past my bedtime for you :P

01:42 < Changeling_Wil> Heh, likewise ^^