A Little Woolvern Love

30 January 2017

20:25 < Mahvel> Kweh. x3

20:27 < Gyro Feather> kweh?

20:28 Mahvel mimics the chocobo trill. x3

20:29 < Gyro Feather> Piaow!

20:29 Mahvel hops over next to.

20:31 Gyro Feather shivers and then turns to look at the woolvern. "Well...hello there..." he says hesitantly, sliding a wing over her back.

20:33 Mahvel was a he but it was kinda often he got mistaken due to the wool and such. With another trill, he'd lean over and nuzzle up against the gryphon's neck and ruffle his feathers up a bit.

20:38 Gyro Feather snorts as he feels the snout pressing into his feathers, mussing them up and putting them out of place. He then rolls his eyes and brings a talon up to scratch at teh creature's neck. "Do...you speak?" He asks with some trepidation, wondering what he'd done to attract the attention.

20:40 Mahvel slid up some and hugged his wings around to bundle up with the gryphon, wool smushing and molding to the curves of his form with a plush squish. "Mhm." Head resting over the side of a shoulder while the back of a horn rubbed against his neck.

20:48 Gyro Feather mmphs as he feels himself covered in the warm wool, while the rest of the wing works to hide the brid from the rest of the world beneath his form. He shifts around a bit and the glances up as the horn pushes into his neck. "Well then...I'm Gyro...what brings you around...so close to me?"

20:49 Mahvel 's belly smushed up against his own with a warm rub followed by a faint gurgle rumbling from one to the other. "That." Bit of a playful tone what what little he'd said as he continued to brush and rub over the gryph.

20:57 Gyro Feather wrote off teh belly rumble at first when he heard it, despite the growl vibrating down into his form, but at the other's words, his heart begins to race. "T-that? You cant mean..." he says, suddenly trying to shift out from underneath teh other one, even while he gives him plenty of gentle attention. Though...his mind soon squares away that such a kind creature wouldnt do that. "You must be joking...you had me there for a second," he says, settling down once more.

20:59 Mahvel bundled up around him with his wings and gave a playful slurp past a cheek. "Gotcha feathers ruffled." Snaggletoothed grin given before he'd nuzzle back into him some. "I'm Mahvel."

21:10 Gyro Feather makes a face as he feels her warm wet tongue leaving a mark upon his feathered face and reaches up a claw to help slide the drool off. "Ah right...yes you did ruffle me there for a second...At least it was only a joke."

21:12 Mahvel churrs and flops back onto his butt and reclines a bit against the side of his tail while he held the gryphon close. "Fraid I was gonna gurgle you?" Brushing past the side of a cheek as he spoke. "Turn ya in ta a buncha chub?"

21:13 < Mahvel> [brb]

21:16 Gyro Feather shuffles in his spot as he feels the woolvern reach down and grab him into an embrace against the other's belly, though he now was the one on top instead of the other. "Yes....sorta..but only because you said you were." He says, with an indignant snort. "Its not nice to ease like that." The gryphon shuffles around on the warm wool, working to get comfortable.

21:16 < Mahvel> [back]

21:19 Mahvel cooed softly and pet down his back some with a wing. "Can't say ya arn't temptin' though." Smiling over to him while he just rested there with the gryphon. The wool acted as a good insulator to make a pocket of warmth around the two of them in the embrace but something about it kept it from ever getting too hot in there as he kept bundled up around him.

21:27 Gyro Feather lets out a nervous laugh as the teasing resumes and shuffles on top of the dragon. If Mahvel wanted too, he'd certainly be in no position to get away from them, trapped under the wings and arms as he was. "R-right....stop teasing please...its making me nervous," he says, while his tail twitches behind him with anxiety.

21:30 Mahvel rolled forwards on top of the gryphon with a warm smush as he was laid down on his back beneath the mound of wool. "But you're cute when you're all jittery." Slowly rocking back and forth with that belly grinding into his lap.

21:38 Gyro Feather grunts as he's pushed down into the belly, feeling it growl and rumble beneath him, obviously hungry for something to eat. He squirms around beneath the creature, once again pressed into the ground by the heavy form. He feels the belly inside shift and squelch as as it pushes against him.

21:38 < Gyro Feather> "But...I dont like being jittery."

21:42 Mahvel leaned down and bumped the end of his muzzle against his beak before smiling with a slow sway of his tail sweeping along the ground behind him. "Let me put it this way." Spreading his jaws for a moment, he'd engulf the gryphon's face before slowly letting it slip free with a stroke of his tongue gliding along his throat with a somewhat seductive tone. Down below, he'd curl his body up some against the gryph with another kind of grinding going on down there. "Maybe let you stuff me another way."

21:56 Gyro Feather shudders as the large maw opens up before him, giving him a glance down the quivering gullet of teh other creature and the sharp teeth that lined the edges. His beak breaks through a strand of smelly drool as he's engulfed, drawign with it a flurry as his wings flap futiley agianst the dragon. He's forced to breath in the stale breath while the tongue leaves a long slimy trail along the underside of his chest. The brid shifts around at the grinding, finding his own sheath begining to plump under the assistance. "R-right... I guess I can oblige you if it means you wont eat me."

21:59 Mahvel smiled and gave a soft trill before lifting up off of him and turning around with a swing of that tail going overhead. Using his wings like a pair of front legs, he'd go down on all fours and lift his hips up a bit with a blue donut of a pucker on display above a pair of fist-sized orbs. Glancing back over the side of a shoulder, a light chirp would be given back to the gryphon while he waited for him to get up off the ground.

22:05 Gyro Feather sucks in a deep breath as the woolvern gets up off of him, and then as he rolls to his feet, he gives a glance off away from Mahvel, judging if he thought he'd be able to get away or not. After a moment of hesitation, he realizes that he's certainly got no luck and hten steps up towards the large blue rump of the other creature. His hips rise up as he puts his claws on the creature's tail, steadily grinding himself against the warm pucker, causing his shaft to extend further from the stimulation.

22:08 Mahvel 's tailhole pulsed with a warm throb as the woolvern cooed softly in response to the rubs. After a few of the motions, he'd start to roll his hips back against the gryphon to give more pressure to the friction between them. "Mmm, guess there's more than one way to get ya through there."~

22:15 Gyro Feather snorts at that and roll his eyes. As his shaft begins to reach its full length, his beak moves down to teh tailhole. A tongue snakes out against the tight ring, slicking up the outside before it then pushes through the pucker. Warm drool oozes into the musky tail hole while his tongue rubs up against the prostate of the other creature. His own shaft remains below him, steadily dripping out a sweet musky pre.

22:18 Mahvel murred warmly and laid his tail down over the gryphon's back as his hips continued to buck back against his head. It wasn't exactly the head he'd been expecting but he couldn't really complain. As that tongue stroked at his insides, the tailhole could be felt pulsing and squeezing around his his beak with a suckling motion coaxing him deeper into those warm depths. [brb family]

22:25 < Mahvel> [back]

22:26 Gyro Feather only keeps his beak long enough inside to get him moistened up and then with draws, pulling against tugging force and then moving his shaft up towards the now slickened tailhole. Slowly he pushes forward, feeling the sensitive tip enter into the tight pucker which easily expanded to take his shaft in a little deeper, while the throbbing length pushes out against the walls of the bowels.

22:28 Mahvel glanced back with a blush marked over the top of his muzzle as a lusty rurr rumbled back to the gryphon. With a sway of his tail, the length moved to hug against the side of a hip and tuck its orb up against the gryphon's own backside with the smooth surface rubbing back and forth against him with the motions.

22:36 Gyro Feather shoves it in all the way, finding that the larger creature easily takes him down to the knot, and then with a quick thrust and a pop, that too pushes through the tight pucker. THe sensation brings a shudder to the gryphon while a loud moan leaves his beak. He shuffles up against the shaft that runs along against his backside, his own wings brushing against the length as he moves.

22:36 < Gyro Feather> (err s/length/tail misread xP)

22:39 Mahvel leaned back to knock the gryphon over before dropping down onto his lap with a sudden chirp of that knot shoving deeper up inside him. The walls wrapped around the gryphon's length clenched with a heated throb as the woolvern began to bounce over that shaft with his wings folded up against his chest in a mock shyness.

22:51 Gyro Feather squawks as he's suddenly sat down upon, feeling himself pushign all the way up between the otehr's tail hole Each bounce made a lewd popping noise as it squelched in and out of the hole, virtually the only thing that caught at all. The gryphon lets out a loud moan from his beak, pushing forward with his claws wrapped around Mahvel's belly. He could feel each bounce drawing up and down over his shaft, brining a shudder to the gryphon as he feels the pressure growing inside.

22:53 Mahvel bounced faster as he got into the motions. Every now and then, he'd shove his hips down and give them a wiggling grind into the gryphon's lap before resuming the pumping motions sucking that length back and forth through his tailhole. Covering his muzzle with a wing, he'd muffle a soft pant that escaped him while the blush over his muzzle darkened several shades in the heat of the moment.

23:02 Gyro Feather quivers at each wiggling grind, feeling himself growing more clower and closer to climax. Finally the gryphon's claws cling tightly to Mahvel's belly while his wings flare and quiver. His entire body tenses as the bird lets out a loud cry of pleasure while the endorphins roll over his body. Hot cum floods from his shaft, spurting upwards into the quivering bowels of the dragon, slicking up his insides with salty thick cum. His knot flares even harder, enough to tie with a smaller creature, but Mahvel could probably slip right on off.

23:07 Mahvel cooed heavily with a shiver running up his spine as his insides milked the gryphon's length with a pulsing squeeze. "Good boy." Rocking his hips back and forth a bit, he'd slowly tug at that knot while letting him finish emptying his load in there. Once it was all out of him, he'd slowly pull up off of that knot with a wet popping sound before lifting his tail with a display of that now cream-filled donut. "That'll do for now. Guess I'll eat ya later then." Turning around as he spoke, he'd lean in and give a quick smooch to his cheek. "Until then."~ With that, he'd dart off out of view, leaving the gryphon there on the floor with the woolvern's scent smothered into his feathers and fur.

23:13 < Mahvel> [gtg to bed. Work in the morning. x-x Had fun though. ^-^]

23:13 < Gyro Feather> (good night ^^

23:13 < Mahvel> [Hit wrong button. G'night. ^_^]

21:20 Mahvel sounds a trill hours later.

21:23 Gyro Feather sqeaks and then looks behind him to see the woolvern that was standing over him, casting a shadow across his form. The gryphon gulps, remembering the words that he'd said in parting. The gryphon gulps and takes a step away from the other. "H-hey..." He says, hesitantly.

21:24 Mahvel responded with a playful pounce tackling the gryphon to the ground with a soft fwump, wool smushing and molding to the curves of his form while the woolvern looked down to him with a steady churr rumbling through the fluff.

21:30 Gyro Feather tries to dart away, but he's too fast, his rump ends up pinned down beneath the chest of the woolvern while he struggles to get out from underneath his soft fluffy coat. "Now now, no need to go off and eat me or anything. Remember how much fun we had yesterday?"

21:32 Mahvel scooted up a bit with that wool dragging up across his chest before his wings wrapped around and bundled up the gryphon as the two of them went flopping back into a sitting position with him in his lap. "Mhm." Smiling while nuzzling over the back of his head some.

21:39 Gyro Feather squeaks as he finds himself drawn up into the sitting position and pulled back against the other's chest. His rump rests against the sheath of the creature while his tail dances back and forth. He squirms in the grip, shivering all the while. "RIght...so then...are we just going to have some fun again?"

21:42 Mahvel cooed warmly while his hips brushed up against the gryphon's rump. "Mhm." Squeezing his wings around for a moment, he'd make a light shift down below to line the end of his length up under that dancing tail before slowly relaxing the grip to let gravity sink him down over it with a warmth throb.

21:51 Gyro Feather gasps as he feels that warm rod pushing up against his pucker. After a little bit of shifting he feels it slowly begining to spread his sensitive tail hole. The pre that oozed forth from the shaft provided just enough lubrication to let it slip up into the warm tunnel, while the bird wiggled around it.

21:53 Mahvel let it slide in deep as the gryph was brought down against its base in the woolvern's lap. Shivering a bit at the tightness of the passage, Mahvel clung around the gryphon and sounded a rather seductive rurr before dipping his muzzle over to start nibbling along the side of his neck.

22:03 Gyro Feather 's walls cling tightly to the shaft as he feels it pushign down into him, further widening his hole and bulging out in his stomach. He feels himself relax further now, though the nibbles to his neck bring a little jolt. His feathers taste slightly fruity and pleasant. He feels his own shaft begining to flesh out now under the wonderful pressure.

22:05 Mahvel looked down at that member with a playful rurr remembering the former fun he'd had with it. Closing his jaws in a grip over a shoulder, he'd hold onto the gryphon and start to buck his hips some to send him into a bit of a bounce pumping his shaft back and forth through his tailhole with a slick glide.

22:08 Gyro Feather lets out a soft moan as he feels that shaft begining to pull free from his tail hole. It makes wet slorping noise as it's retrieved, and squelches with each thrust. The gryphon grunts as he feels himself pushed up wards, though the security of the jaws provided some support while drool drizzled down his feathers. The shaft slips free even more, steadily revealing the pink flesh inside.

22:10 Mahvel leaned forwards and toppled over onto the gryphon with a soft growl as his jaws never left their hold on his neck. Mounting up with a firm shove of his hips against the gryphon's flank, he'd proceed to hump the daylights out of him, chest pinning down over his back while his hips pounded along into him with thrust after thrust plunging into his depths.

22:18 Gyro Feather gasps as full weight of the creature comes forward to rest on him, pinning him down onto the ground and forcing his shaft to slide against the cool floor as he's thrust into. The gryphon gives a muffled piaow of delight from the sensations stimulating his senses. Each thust brings a little more pre from his shaft, oozing onto the floor and slicking it up.

22:21 Mahvel humped faster and faster as his hips pounded into the gryphon. Luckily, all that wool gave a bit of cushioning for him. Riding along into a climax, he'd shove in deep and cling around the gryphon as he emptied his load with gush after gush of warmth pumping out into his hole, filling his belly while a bit drizzling out from the hilted shaft could be felt trailing along across the underside of the gryphon's own orbs.

22:29 Gyro Feather moans out as he feels his insides thrusted violently into, causing a bugle that moves along his belly, stimulating his own shaft. He could feel the pressure steadily building inside of him when he feels the first load blasting up into him. His stomach steadily grows outward while thie warm trickle down the crevice in the center of his sacks. The bird finally lets out a loud cry of his own as thick ooze spurts forth, shooting up across his belly and splashing his feathers.

22:31 Mahvel reared his head back with the release while taking a feather or two along with his jaws. Once he'd pumped the last of his load into the bird, he'd stay tucked up under his tail while a playful look glanced down at him with the feather dangling out the end of his muzzle twirling a bit with the motions of his tongue playing around with it inside.

22:38 Gyro Feather squeals out, finding the sudden tug upon a couple of feathers bringing a jolt of pain in the middle of his powerful orgasm. And yet, he was enjoying it far too much to care. His eyes search upwards towards Mahvel's mouth as he plays with the feather, while his own tongue hangs from his beak in a dumb look. Each breath he lets out is like a little trill while his tail flicks back and forth against the other's belly.

22:40 Mahvel swallowed down the feathers and rolled over onto his side with the gryphon to curl up around him in the afterglow. Reaching around with one wing, he'd stroke over that stuffed belly of his while the other wing kept pinned against his chest to hold him close in the embrace while the woolvern spooned in behind him.

22:47 Gyro Feather finds his breath slowly becoming more regular and slow as he comes down off the afterglow, curling up in Mahvel's grip. He squrims lightly in the grip, feelign the softening shaft still buried deep within him. The gryphon sighs and lets out a soft coo from teh stroking, closing his eyes.

22:50 Mahvel closed his jaws around the side of his neck as a few more feathers caught in his mouth. Just idly chewing over the spot, the woolvern's eyes would drift shut with a drowsy murr, pulse from his chest and that shaft tucked up in the gryphon's butt slowing as it seemed he'd be drifting closer and closer to the verge of sleep.

22:52 Gyro Feather grunts as he feels the maw drifting down onto his shoulders once more, thou this time it was angled easily enough taht the gryphon could see into the pink fleshy throat beyond. He gulps ahs shivers while the hot drool carries his suculent flavors up off of his feather sinto the woolvern's maw. He rather hoped he wasnt to make a befor ebed snack.

22:55 Mahvel bundled up around the gryphon while he rested there. With a soft murr, he'd continue to chew over him in his sleep, munching through some plumage while keeping the gryphon locked up against his belly in the embrace.

21:01 Gyro Feather shivers as he feels the teeth biting upon his feathers, making them rather sticky with drool and mussing up his well preened form. "Hey, stop that..." he protests to the dragon who's begining to nod off. "You're getting my feathers all messed up again." The bird brings his talons up to try and force the drooling creature onto his own body.

21:03 Mahvel 's jaws spread in a yawn in reply while those insides cast their glow over the bird. After it had passed, the woolvern's eyes opened a bit with a drowsy gaze and he'd rurr softly to the other, blowing a puff of warmth from his muzzle through the ruffled plumage.

21:11 Gyro Feather shivers as he glances up at the glowing throat blue throat and feels a thick drop of drool splatter down on right between his eye, leaving a warm trail as it drizzles down the side of his beak. His face wrinkles as he smells the remains of whatever had been the Woolvern's lunch spilling out down against him, causing his feathers to twitch. "There, thank you."

21:15 Mahvel might have had a bit of bunny breath but it wasn't that bad. Looking over to the bird, he'd give a light chirp and follow up with a slurp across that beak of his, wiping away that drop with a streak of more dragon drool in its wake. Those wings of his kept bundled up around the bird while they lay there, talons cupped up against the sides of his legs down below while his own folded in against himself.

21:21 Gyro Feather 's fruity flavor comes off clear as day in that second lick, even as his feathers are at least pulled clean of that glob. The bird grimaces and nodes his head before bringing his claws up to tryin and fix the feathers he'd chewed upon. Unfortuantely the stale scent of bunny lingers on him even with most of the drool gone, overwhelming his senses. The bird squirms slightly and grunts, surrounded by the creature's soft wings.

21:23 Mahvel churred warmly while he enjoyed the flavors. He usually didn't like fruit but that was more of a texture thing. Lowering the bird over onto his back, he'd loosen his wings some and nuzzle downwards over his chest, tail swaying along behind him with a slow sweep from side to side as the rubs drifted lower over the gryphon's gut.

21:26 Gyro Feather purrs softly as he feels the woolvern nuzzling down his body, causing the gryphon to relax and close his eyes. His soft downy chest feathers were very fluffy, as was the fur down onto his belly, which squished and moved with the cream filling the bird had received previously. He coos softly, shifting to allow Mahvel even easier access to the stomach while the pressure caused just a little to leak from his tailhole.

21:30 Mahvel sounded a soft coo while he rubbed his muzzle along from feathers to fur. The soft scales had a leathery sort of feel to them as they brushed along beneath the covering and against the bird's skin below. Following over that belly of his, a playful chirp would be given at the light of the leaky hole. Might've stuffed him a bit too much. Deciding to drain him a bit, a warm slurp dragged its way up between the bird's legs as he fondled over those orbs of his, slowly wrapping his jaws around the shaft above before burying its tip into his gullet as a steady series of gulps began to suckle over it.

21:39 Gyro Feather jolts for a moment when he feels the muzzle come down to his nethers once more before relaxing as he feels the mouth move up over his orbs to lick upon his tail hole. He then gasps as his hinds are taken into the warm mouth, feelint the steady sucking pressure slowly drawing out the excess cum while the tongue slurps over his sheath, making the bird murr. His tail flicks against Mahvel's neck while she does so. "oooh taht feels good~"

21:43 Mahvel gave a rurr in reply while the depths of his throat rumbled around the shaft. Those fangs of his could be felt brushing through the fur of his thighs with each gulp while the flesh of his throat soaked the shaft with a heavy dose of slime gliding the waves of motion across it. Stroking his tongue up along the underside of the length, he'd hold just under the tip for a moment before making a deep lurch downward with his lower jaw scooping in his balls and pressing them against the base of the shaft with a gentle squish, fondling and smushing them over and over along with the suckling as he made a lewd chewing motion over the bird's bits.

21:47 Gyro Feather shudders as he feels the woolvern taking him deeper, and then begins to grind his hips upwards into the mouth, pushign against the warm slippery roof of the maw while his shaft begins to extend from its sheath once more, angling down the throat. Gyro lowers a talon down to stroke on the woolvern's belly while he moans gently, feelign the sensations overwhelming him. His tail hole continues to leak further from the pressure, mixing in the taste of cum with his naturally flavorful form.

21:51 Mahvel 's belly smushed with a plush feel to the strokes as the woolvern continued to gulp and suckle over the poultry's pole. Working the motions of his jaws along with the grind of the other's hips, he'd shift his lower jaw out of socket and engulf the entirety of the bird's backside. Continuing the suckling motion, the member would be pinned up against the back of his throat as the walls stroked over it with wave after wave of pressure. Along with the same rhythm, the motions would grope and squeeze over the gryphon's flank as his tail was swept back to expose more of his rear to the slickened rubs of his gullet.

22:03 Gyro Feather 's breath quickens as he lets himself enjoy the warm sensations eminating down from his hinds. He's too lost in the moment to realize as the jaws slide up around his hips entirely, forcing his hinds against his sides while the warm sensation rolls over him. Sweet pre leaks from the shaft, dotting the woolvern's throat while the rest of his rump rubs against the slick flesh. he can feel the slight pinpricks of teeth against his skin, but he was sure the other was good hearted. The bird continues to rub his claws into the warm gut, cooing softly.

22:07 Mahvel made a deep gulp as he took the lower half of the gryphon down his throat. Holding him tight, he'd switch over to a series of shorter but faster gulps chugging and tugging over the bird while the grip of his jaws kept him from slipping deeper into his gullet. Inside, he'd be soaked with the woolvern's saliva matting his fur down with a glistening sheen. With all the juices lubing him up down there, he'd have no problems grinding against that passage of a gullet while Mahvel's jaws squeezed around his belly.

22:15 Gyro Feather feels the walls of the throat suddenly rush up to grab upon his flank, drawing part of his body into the gullet and making it bugle out with his form. The tight glovelike fitting of the flesh runs down over his fully erect shaft as he grinds it up into the rolling flesh, feeling the wonderful friction bringing the bird near the edge of bursting. Each tug on his body feels strange, and yet is resisted by the teeth in their hard grip that holds him in place rather roughly. As gyro thrusts against the smooth muscles however, his slickened body wiggles beneath the teeth, steadily losing inches at an incredibly slow rate.

22:19 Mahvel sped up the motions of his gullet even further as he pressed his wings against the ground and arched his back to lift the gryphon up with his muzzle. Chugging him deeper, the entrance to his stomach could be felt spreading as a tight ring of flesh around the gryphon's flank as the woolvern's jaws moved their hold up against his chest before squeezing back down to lock down on their claim. With the current position, that ring would be hugged tightly against the bird's base, letting him have the feel of the gullet shifting against his shaft while the churning mix of juices beyond sloshed up with a splash against his balls and backside.

22:23 Gyro Feather lets out a loud cry as his hips begin to enter into the stomach, finding himself right on the cusp of his orgasm. Suddenly his entirebody shudders and thick ropes of cum spurt out, peppering his belly with with it. He shivers and squrims cooing all the while as the wave of pleasure takes him again once more. Towards the end of his afterglow he looks down at the woolvern and notices he's chest deep in the other's mouth and his eyes shoot open with some alarm. "H-hey! what are you doing? You're not supposed to eat me!" He calls out, wiggling his arms and wings, though they're already pinned to his side by the hot glowing gullet.

22:27 Mahvel made another gulp to take in his shoulders as those jaws began to frame in around the gryphon's head. Laying down on his belly, he'd slowly roll his hips in against the descending bulge as a portion of the stomach lining came to rub up against the bird's flank. It looked like Mahvel was taking a new meaning to eating him out. With gulp after gulp rolling the waves of flesh across his form, the bird's shaft would slip down into the stomach beyond that ring and be met with a thick slime of juices swirling around the sensitive flesh.

22:33 Gyro Feather squawks as the dragon takes another gulp, this time finding it draw his shoulders down into the throat. His vision is surrounded in glowing blue flesh while thick globs of sliava drizzle down onto his face. Outside he can see between the teeth, the rest of the world as he's about to be cut off. His hinds itch from teh fluids that surround him, while the gryphon's legs kick at the walls of the stomach, adding a lively rolling motion to the bulge he makes up. "Let me go! I thought you werent going to e--mmph" the gryphon gets a mouthful of tongue and saliva, leaving him sputtering and ending his protest.

22:38 Mahvel closed his jaws over his beak and let it slip down before he'd send the gryphon along through his gullet as a weighty bulge. As that mass of meat made its way into his stomach, he'd roll forwards to rest on top of it as his legs spread to straddle the undercurve of that gut. For any who might've been watching the antics, a flash of that donut beneath his tail could be seen with his hips raised up like that. He'd let the bird out later. For now though, there was gurgling to be done. Smushing and rubbing over the gryphon, fur and feathers would be slickened over with a mix of juices and seed from their earlier fun, adding a musky tone to the pugnant mix.

22:46 Gyro Feather finds himself entirely encased in the larger creature as the jaws snap shut in front of him, he's not encased in darkness, however, as he might expect, as the flesh glows with an eerie blue that provides just enough light for him to see the walls. The tongue rushes up into his face, forcing the bird to close his eyes while it shoves him backwards, followed by a loud gulp that sends him down deeper into the other's stomach. The walls ripple around him before he splashes out into the stomach where the juices work up into his fur. The smell inside here is attrocious as the scent of bile and digested bunny burns at his lungs. As he looks around in the tight chamber, he can see bits of fur and bone, and even a skull from the meal before. "Let me out!" he calls, pushing out against the walls.

22:50 Mahvel just laid there churring along with a content rumble as he seemed to actually being enjoying the internal massage he was receiving from the struggles. They didn't seem to be getting the gryphon anywhere though. As the mix sloshed around in there, a few feathers started to be noticed here and there as well. Bird was getting digested! Passing through another ring of flesh in the back of the chamber, the bunny skull could be seen through the semi-transparent flesh as a bulge making its way along through the twists and turns of the bowels beyond, eventually stopping somewhere near the end as the blue slime swirling around the bird began to turn a shade of violet with the process causing more of his fur and fluff to fall away into the mix.

22:55 Gyro Feather gulps as the skull moves along far out of his sight while his own feathers begin to steadily shed and float into the mixture, replacing the tingling with the a burning pain. This only grows as more of his body steadily sheds his feathers and fur, leaving them to float around in the slop, suspended, occasionally clinging to his body. His lost coatings obscure his sight as the chyme gets thicker still. The sensitive parts of his body, like his shaft and tailhole feel the worst as they'd been unprotected by and fur. THe gryphon cries out to be saved, to be spat up and set free, but despite his calls, and his struggles, ti didnt seem like that was going to happen.

22:59 Mahvel murred and stretched out some with a smush over that softening bulge of a belly. As the juices did their work over the bird, meat began to melt away from bone and dissolve away into the chyme as the volumes steadily pumped along through his bowels. As more and more of him was taken, the chamber around the bird would compress inward into an almost normal look for the woolvern. After a few final gurgles, a belch would send the gryphon's skull sliding across the floor ahead of him with a blue slime sticking a few feathers here and there to the bone.

23:01 Gyro Feather struggles for as long as he can, but tis a loosing battle so it seems. His blood flows out into the acid, staining the blue liquid purple while his flesh melts away. His motions slow until finally he sucumbs ot the horrors of the stomach, left as only a hunk of meat for the woolvern to digest away like any other piece of meat, just like the bunny before him, and once he was released, he'd certainly be inseperable from the other prey.

23:08 Mahvel laying there for a bit longer, Mahvel'd churr warmly while he enjoyed all that protein packing away under his scales. With a deep groan of his belly, it'd be clear that things were nearing the end of their trip through his tract. Lifting up, he'd slowly wander over towards the bird's skull and turn around as his tail lifted up to reveal that donut to the beaked bone. Pulsing for a second, that ring would spread as another skull poked its face out. The bunny was back! With a lewd pop, the skull would shoot out and land on the bird's own before they'd both be buried under the heap of waste that followed. Pushing it all out over the two of them, the woolvern's muzzle darkened with a heavy blush while he panted through the effort of the release. Once he was done, his tailhole would pulse open and closed with a shiver while it hung over the mound of fur and feathers below. Cleaning off with a quick cleanse spell afterwords, he'd glance back at the mess and give a light chirp before kicking a few splashes of dirt over the heap, giving the two of them a makeshift burial before he wondered off to find a good spot to rest with all that weight packed away on his hips.

23:09 < Gyro Feather> <3

23:09 < Mahvel> <3