Small Birds Make a Fine Snack

30 January 2017

10:12 < Verlo> Can I eat it?

10:12 < GyroFeather> Nuuu I'm not food

10:13 < RoughCut> Verlo, I thought you were usually the one getting eated

10:13 < Deragon> With some sauce however...

10:13 < GyroFeather> D:

10:13 < Verlo> Eh, not always dear Rough!

10:13 < RoughCut> Fair enough >~>

10:14 < Verlo> With the power of selective hearing, I heard 'Ooooh, I'm food' coming from that tiny poof

10:14 GyroFeather flutters away from Verlo. "Keep away from me you grubby pone."

10:16 < Verlo> (It's gonna be a few, hang on for a little while?)

10:16 < Verlo> (I have yet to get out of bed let alone get to work :p )

10:16 < GyroFeather> (Sure. I do have to disapear for lunch in an hour and a half though, followed by meetings, so things may be gappy on both ends ^^

12:12 Stoic (grubs all over GyroFeather)

12:31 Verlo snorts and stomps a hoof on the ground, barely extending a fraction of an effort to snare the flighty GyroFeather in a beam of magic. "And just where did you think you were going, little morsel?"

12:35 GyroFeather suddenly feels the warm tingly glow of a telekinetic grasp upon his body, exerting a gentle but firm pressure, holding him in place. His wings beat futilely at the air, in a vain attempt to break free of the hold, while his panicked eyes turn back to the large horse that looms behind him. "I...was just rushing off to you know...get my wings preened professionally. Surely you dont want me to miss my appointment..."

12:51 Verlo laughs, a real gut buster of a guffaw as GyroFeather was pulled effortlessly beak to muzzle with the magical baticorn. "Bwahahaha, it's so fun to watch you pretend you don't like what's going on? Appointment with the preeners? Hah, as if I haven't heard that one before!" Verlo narrows the focus of his magic to tug only at GyroFeather's tail, letting him dangle in front of his fanged maw. "I'm, heh, sorry to report that your appointments have just been cancelled. All of them. Something's just come up you see..." Verlo winks at the colorful birdie, blowing a big horsey-lipped kiss his way before licking the gryphon from beak to hindpaw. "Oh yeah, you got rescheduled alright~"

13:01 GyroFeather struggles against the pull of the magic, but his tiny body couldnt generate enough force to overcome even teh trivial amount of effort the larger pony put forth to draw him back. His feathers ruffle underneath the horse's breath as his ears blast with the loud lough, almost as if he was pressing his ear right up against a loudspeaker. The hot breath batters upon his body as strands of saliva sputter out, clinging along his feathers with the same smelly scent of the pony's maw. The gryphon gags and shakes his head, shuddering with fear as he's forced to loo down into the quivering flesh of the pony's mouth as he speaks, glistening with drool and lined in pearly teeth. He lets out a loud squeak as he's dangled by his tail, and flaps hard, causing himself to sway and eve end up uprighted away from the horse's mouth, forcing verlo to move upwards in order to apply that long lick. His faintly fruity taste shows up on his feathers, along with the salty taste of sweat that adorns him, while his body is left coated in a slick trail. "N-no...you cant! I might be tiny...but I'm not horse food."

13:35 < GyroFeather> (licks Verlo)

13:35 < Verlo> (Oi calm your virtual titties GyroFeather c; )

13:36 < Verlo> (IF you want to fix this Exchange mail routing thing then be my guest :p )

13:37 < GyroFeather> (:P I waited half an hour before my reminder post. I know that I might suddenly forget at some point. )

13:37 < GyroFeather> (Anyways I would have no clue >.<

13:37 < Verlo> (hehe, hang on for a bit here)

13:40 Verlo backs up and scooched himself back on the couch that was oh so conveniently right there. Sitting back on his haunches. Verlo leans back against the padded backrest of the couch and eyes his prize with batty eyes. "Mmmmmm," Verlo hums to himself, appraising the somewhat tasty looking catbird caught in his magical aura. "Oh, I think I caaaaa, little birdie~" Verlo mockingly sing-songed, opening his maw wide and sticking his tongue out like a bumpy, squishy welcome mat. The stallion lowered GyroFeather comically, exaggeratedly slowly onto his tongue, magic making sure any escape attempts would be futile as hot batbreath blasted across GyroFeather. "Ahhhhhhh...."

14:01 GyroFeather shivers even as the bat pulls away from him to sit on the couch while a glob of saliva drips down his body to splat upon the ground. His own eyes lock with Verlo's as he lets out a whimper of fear and shakes his head. His flapping grows far more still, causing him to drop down to hanging by his tail once more as the magic holds him in position while he's drown out towards the mouth. Down, down he's lowered until his eyes see straight into the wiggling tunnel beyond, between large white teeth and past a stalactite of drool. Then his head hits the the long bumpy tongue, smearing more of the foul drool into his mouth. His body slides along the angled surface, jostled by the sound of pleasure from the bat's throat while his feathers ruffle over the tiny bumps which sample his flavor. He gags at the stale bitter breath of the horse and shouts out, "W-wait...what if I get you more food...I know a tastier bird!"

14:25 Verlo paid no further attention to GyroFeather, fully relegating the gryphon to the status of of a snack. It was a marvel that Verlo even remembered the bird's name this far, having done pretty much nothing with him except lick. The textured tongue curled around GyroFeather, soaking him through with stale saliva. Sure, Verlo had brushed his teeth in the morning but it had been hours by now and things were...let's say less than fresh. GyroFeather would get to know what's up quick enough, pinned in place as he was in the burrito wrap of a bat tongue. Talons were of no use here, squished firmly against the gryphon's body as he was sucked on like candy. "Mmmmmm..." Verlo hummed, the vibrations shooting through the smaller bird as more drool dripped down onto the gryphon's beak. Teeth clicked shut as Verlo's jaws closed off the vast majority of light leaving GyroFeather to stew in the hot and humid darkness.

14:55 GyroFeather fights against the tongue as it curls around him, pushing out against the curves, even as his claws become cocooned to his body by the powerful muscle. The tingling disappears as the aura drops, casting the maw into shadows as his body obscured much of the light. As the tongue withdraws he can feel the heat of the pony's insides growing more intense around him until with a cloud clack everything goes back. Rather quickly the bird finds himself coated in the sticky drool of the pony, which mats down his feathers and fur, and gums up his movements. His ears pop from the vacuum and breath is drawn from his lungs, leaving the gasping for air. As soon as it lets up, the first thing he gets is a mouthful of the oily liquid, complete with the salty stale taste of mucous, followed by the pungent scent of overripened vegitables that burns at his nostrils.

14:55 < GyroFeather> Squirming back and forth, the grypon manages to free himself from the tongue, and begins to get ot his feet on the slippery surface, which deforms and moves beneath his feet, only to find that standing straight up he bumps into the roof of the pony's mouth and any movement brings him in contact with the teeth. His head presses up against the horse's uvula, which slides down right along his head, and while he calls out, his cries seem to go unanswered.

14:56 < GyroFeather> (man verlo, you really get me going :P)

14:57 < Verlo> (Just how many times have you done pretty much this exact scenario? :p )

15:03 < GyroFeather> (Honestly I hardly ever do micro! Its a major change of pace :P

15:04 < Verlo> (I think it looks rather good on you~)

15:04 < GyroFeather> (Plus, it may be similiar scenario's but I usually dont get quite as descriptive as I do with you :B)

15:04 < Verlo> (Uh huh c; )

15:13 Verlo would have taken offense to the rather putrid description of his breath, but honestly he wasn't entirely aware of how much stank if could accumulate after a pretty normal day of breakfast and occasional snacking on some fruits. GyroFeather merely added to that stew of bat spit, the sticky thick saliva rinsing the bird free of his naturally fruity oils and scents soon leaving the bird with one less appetizing attribute for the halfbat stallion to enjoy. After oh, maybe ten minutes or teasintly rolling GyroFeather around his mouth, Verlo started to liken the gryphon to a piece of well-used chewing gum. The initial delicious flavors were gone, leaving a pretty neutral and bland gryphon musk on his tongue. GyroFeather was pressed hard against the backside of his front teeth, the barest rays of light streaming through Verlo's fangs as he bared his fangs in a handy nearby mirror for himself. GyroFeather was pressed so hard against his fangs, that one or two feathers poked through his teeth for a moment before the gryphon was whisked backwards with a snap of his tongue landing flat on his belly face first towards the gaping throat that threatened to take him alive. Verlo curled his tongue around GyroFeather one more time to get the last fragments of flavor off the

15:13 Verlo gryphon, then it was time for him to go. Verlo slowly arched his tongue and gave GyroFeather a nice, slick ramp for him to fall into his waiting throat. *Gulp*

15:14 < Verlo> (This remote session is pretty terrible to RP in, as once posts get around one and a half lines long the client starts to chug and laaaaag in text entry :p )

15:15 < GyroFeather> (Obviously you should compose in sublime first :P)

15:15 < Verlo> (Pppppf :p )

15:44 GyroFeather fights against the warm muscle as it moves underneath him, rolling him over and causing him to tumble against the soft flesh. He often found himself with his head submerged in a sticky puddle beneath the tongue, only to come back up coughing and gagging when another motion flips him up out of hit. His feathers caught against the teeth that lined the walls, causing some of them to pluck free of his body with a yelp and a squeal. All his fighting puts the brid out of breath, and after some time he's panting and hardly moving a muscle as it rolls his aching body around. Finally as the motion stops, he pushes back against the teeth to keep as much distance between him and the back of the throat as possible. His tail slips through a crack, flicking back and forth, visible in the mirror while the little vestiges of light illuminate his foul prison once more. "Let me go! you've had your fun!" He calls out, though in response his chamber merely lurches forward, sending him sliding down towards the tube beyond. His head half pushes down the first curve, while the tongue arches up between his tail, graising between his tail hole as it raises his rump into the air and pushes it backwards. Gyro pushes against the fleshy tonsils, but its no use as the muscles of the throat reach up grabbing upon his face while the tongue shoves him backwards while the slick wet noise resounds in his aching ears. In an instant he's surrounded by a thick tube of walls that squish around him like a form fitting glove. On the outside of Verlo's throat, however, all that can be seen is an oversized bulge as it moves down the neck.

16:31 Verlo gave no rest for the wicked, sending GyroFeather down his gullet without a second thought. Moans of delight accompanied the gryphon's slimy descent into the hotter depths of Verlo's gut, coarse contractions pushing the bird towards Verlo's gurgling stomach. GyroFeather made a slightly unscheduled stop in the middle of Verlo's neck, the tight collar he wore catching the descending lump of bird in the constricting throat. Peristalsis continued, squeezing the gryphon with the promise of more journey down the bat's throat and torturing the little birdie for a few bonus moments. Verlo rubbed over the stuck lump with his hoof, swallowing harshly around GyroFeather before pulling on his collar to let the gryphon pass on his way. The mirror was incredibly handy, letting the halfbat visually follow GyroFeather's progress as his hoof traced over the slowly descending morsel, until the lump disappeared under his collarbone. Verlo's powerful horsey heart pounded inches away, a strong lump a thump and his lungs were like great bellows merely a GyroFeather's arm reach away as he slid lower and lower. The gryphon's slimy beak was the first to press through the sphincter separating the stallion's esophagus from his stomach, strong scents of acid burning at GyroFeather's nose

16:31 Verlo if he dared to take a breath of the highly caustic room.

16:33 < GyroFeather> (For the wicked? xP I'm hardly such!)

16:36 < Verlo> (Suuuuuure, mister ladykiller bird c; )

17:00 GyroFeather is forced to endure the loud squelching noises of the gullet dragging him deeper into the pony, which, in addition to the hot slippery muscles, serve to remind the gryphon of his current situation as pony food, even as he finally begins to get used to the scent that surrounded him. His entire body vibrates with the loud murr produced by the stallion and causing the bird's ears to ache even further, leaving him feeling as if he might soon become deaf. He grunts as he's caught in the throat and then freezes up entirely, hoping that perhaps if he doesnt move, he wont be dislodged from his stop, even as the muscles pull on his body, battering them with an insistent force against the collar. A pathetic scree leaves his beak as the pressure from the hoof forces the air from his lungs before he's then shoved through the tight ring. Its only a couple seconds longer as he hears the thumping heart nearing, as well as the ominous gurgles below.

17:00 < GyroFeather> Finally the gryphon presses through the sphincter, and gets blasted with the rank tainted air, smelling harshly of vomit mixed in with whatever the stallion had had for lunch which seemed to be still stewing away inside. As he pushes entirely through the ring, his wings flare, trying to catch the air and tickling at the stallion's stomach flesh, but he's too weighed down with drool and so fails to lift himself up. Moments later he hits the acidic chyme at the bottom with a loud, to him, splat. Instead of being super liquidy, he finds it dense and chunky, much like the mud of a bog which he steadily sinks into. He can feel the remains of teh horse's other meals squishing up between his toes and working against his feathers, while the mostly digested gunk is worn away.

17:09 < Verlo> (So that's the way you want to do it, huh? I can manage something c; )

17:11 < GyroFeather> (messy stomachs are <3)

17:43 < GyroFeather> (boop)

17:43 < GyroFeather> (err boop Verlo)

17:45 < Verlo> (Considering you and I both know we're at work you sure are insistent c; )

17:49 < GyroFeather> (just reminder boops every...so often. Just in case :P)

17:49 < Verlo> (Not a problem, I don't want to saddle you with some low-rent hasty reply. Otherwise I could write *digests GyroFeather* and be done with it :p )

17:59 < GyroFeather> (True, and I'm quite glad for that ^^

18:07 < GyroFeather> (about to drive home so any post I send will be in a bit)

18:07 < Verlo> (I'm stuck in a meeting :c )

18:28 Verlo patted himself on the gut for a job well done. Swallowing a bird is something everypony should do at least once, especially if it's unwilling. GyroFeather's splashy entrance into the realm of Verlo's churning slop of a stomach was barely noticed by the halfbat relaxing back against the couch cushions. While the stallion looked quite satisfied with his choice in snack this early afternoon, GyroFeather was not entirely sharing in a mutual enjoyment and calming relaxation of having a delicious snack. Quite the contrary, GyroFeather's world was a maelstrom of disgusting mush, strong acids breaking down everything into a revolting goop seeping underneath every one of the gryphon's feathers. Verlo's saliva was thick enough to 'buy' some time for the gryphon to get used to the churning protovomit, wading his way through the chunks and smears to reach a wall for support. GyroFeather's talons sunk into the putrid folds of flesh, thick yellowish slime squeezing out around the gryphon's claws and ran down his arm in thick globs. Verlo's stomach was running on its own natural commands, kicking into a higher gear to churn the fresh entrant into the place ripped right out of a good horror film. GyroFeather lost his footing several times as the floor beneath him shifted,

18:29 Verlo dunking the gryphon into the muck and washing off a little more of the protective saliva that was now pretty much gone. Chemical reactions had no mercy now, working hard on melting away the handsome bird just as much as the apple he had eaten earlier. "Hmm," Verlo thought, licking his lips to get whatever was left of GyroFeather's flavor. "Not...bad I guess."

19:00 < -> RoughCut is now known as FineCut

19:12 GyroFeather just about wretches up whatever he'd managed to have for lunch as he's forced the foul muck that made up the pool at the bottom of the belly. His own stomach churns uncomfortably inside of him while the burning putrid scent fills up his nostrils and attacks his nasals. Each step he takes towards the wall is shakey and difficult as the rolling motions of the floor comnined with teh slippery bog help to keep the bird off balance. His wings remain flared out, for such purposes, but naturally he cant keep his footing entirely, and on more than one occasion ends up splatting down into the murky chyme beneath him. THe oily, sticky substance is forced up between his feathers, getting down to the roots as it does with his fur, but he's not quite feeling the sesations yet. When he finally reaches the wall, he digs his talons into the surface, tyring to claw out an ulcer, but the sharp points cant grab against the slick walls, instead coating him further in some more concentrated fresh acids. About that time, the stomach begins to contract further, squeezing the muck around until the gryphon collapses, soon followed by a heaping of chunky post apple that is mushed down on top of him. With much effort he struggles to the surface, but not without getting a taste of everything, leaving a stinging bitter and yet faintly appley mixture upon his tongue. Soon after he breaks, the gryphon's had too much, and he coughs up the half digested sardine from his belly, with a serries of retches. He begins to notice a burning sensation along his entire body now as the protective coating is eaten away, drawing fourth a howling cry that's just barely louder than the organic squelches around him. It wouldnt be long till his body began to shed his fur and feathers, leaving his extremities to give away into bone.

19:12 < GyroFeather> (Sorry about being so long verlo >.<

19:13 < Verlo> (Are you kidding? I'm probably gonna be a few hours before I get home to reply! I'm fully still in 'intermittent mode' here :p )

19:13 < GyroFeather> (True :P)

19:27 < -> FineCut is now known as RoughCut

21:03 Verlo clutches at his belly the moment the half-digested sardine hit the churning muck. "Oof..." Verlo wheezed, his belly turning into an uproar around the gryphon snack. It seems that GyroFeather's flailing and flapping had a small effect of sorts, beating down on the stomach walls and mashing up the mostly digested stew simmering all around the quickly weakening gryphon. A few of the remaining pieces of apple and what was once part of a cookie broke apart, literally dissolving back down into the think chyme as GyroFeather's attempts to beat himself out of the stomach merely added more mechanical breakdown of the food items, GyroFeather included. The bonds between the gryphon's flesh and the colorful plumage of feathers were quickly attacked by the potent acids running down the walls of Verlo's stomach in thick smears, breaking them free with every frantic twitch and flap. But it was the sardine that made Verlo the most uncomfortable at the time, for he was a horse not at all a fan of the seafood and he certainly didn't want to see his food the way it was. The constricting walls of the stallion's stomach contracted hard, forcing what little air there was from the environment of his belly up through his throat and out his mouth in a belch that should've been

21:03 Verlo recorded so he could show all his horse friends. It was that good, not to mention the little feathers that poofed out of his mouth and stuck to his hoof brought a smile to the halfbat's lips. "Ah heh, already losing your composure are you?" Verlo sarcastically asked, rolling up onto his hooves and taking a swig of water from yet another contrived conveniently present item of a cup of water. "Eh, no matter if you are or you

21:03 Verlo aren't You're horse food now...." Verlo set the cup back on the coffee table, and proceeded to trot back to whatever it was halfbats do during the day. Snacktime was over, and he had to get back to whatever it was. It would likely be hours before Verlo went home, plenty of time for a snackbird to realize who was on top of the food chain today.

21:29 < GyroFeather> (Hmmm so Verlo wants to end it here? Alright)

21:30 < Verlo> (I mean, GyroFeather gets to hang around and do whatever he wanted to do for a few hours before getting out so to speak! What I was getting at there was that there wasn't any more direct torture Verlo would to do the gryphon until later. It's all on automatic at this point c; )

21:31 < GyroFeather> (ahhh! Well I just thought he burped out all the air :P)

21:32 < Verlo> (Erm...huh. Well assume there's a little more left?)

21:32 < Verlo> (Water, uh, has oxygens in it!)

21:32 < GyroFeather> (Cool was just making sure that you werent trying to end it! :B)

21:32 < Verlo> (Naw, I know how you roll )

21:52 GyroFeather feels the stomach contract around him while a loud belch echos throught he chamber, vibrating his ears and making his claws reach oup to cover his ear holes as if that might help him at all. During the commotion, the stomach contracts around him, shrinking the space availible for the gryphon to fight, and making it so that it was only one wing distance across from edge to edge of the slippery walls, not htat he'd get to experience that nearly as well as he'd have liked since the gryphon was shedding feathers rather quickly. He was staring to have to swim too, as the previous meal steadily deteriorated while new acids are added to the pool, causing the thick mush to grow to be more like a stew, where he found himself very unfortuantely to be a hunk of meat within the center of it. His wings begin to sting even worse now as his feathers have mostly come free, leaving little vestiges of the powerful limbs that once drove him through the sky. His extrimities, especialy along his tail were seeming far worse for wear, as bits of bone begin to show through from the burning chemical, causing his tail to steadily fall limp inside. "No...please...let me out!" he calls, a pathetic noise in response to the large pony, which is then answered by a splash of water which tumbles down on top of him. The itching disapears for a moment before he then sinks down into the pool, forced to swim in the sickly chamber while the stallion's motions cause the solution inside to rock back and forht, sloshing around much like a wave pool.

22:34 Verlo lazily went about his day, GyroFeather's whimpers and please falling on deaf bat ears as the gryphon's voice was easily overshadowed by the stallion's gurgling stomach. Maybe if somepony put their ear against his belly they might have come to the salvation of the gryphon, but that was highly unlikely given the tense political environment of the modern horse office. Verlo's gut churned around what remained of GyroFeather, his last moments likely filled with unrelenting agony through live digestion. The flesh around his extremities had long 'melted' away into the caustic soup of Verlo's stomach, the walls producing a seemingly endless constant ooze of fresh acids as some of the slurry was drained out of the stallion's stomach through the sphincter seperating the relatively open-air plan of the horse's stomach from the multiple feet of small intestine. GyroFeather would've been much too large to pass through just one hour ago, but now with the gryphon mostly reduced to the core of his skeleton surrounding the exposed still-beating heart GyroFeather's softened bones started to pass through the long winding trail travelled by many a pie and cake and fruit before. To say that the crossover point where GyroFeather lost consciousness and lost his life was a pretty

22:34 Verlo fluid thing, rolling and tumbling about in the bat stallion's stomach. Only the gryphon would know what happened to himself, seemingly universes away from the world he once knew. This was what GyroFeather would know moving forward, not that there was much forward to be had for the colorful bird. "Hmm, and that's that, ahhh~" Verlo sighed out loud, finally done for the day and he gathered his things to go home. The trip was

22:34 Verlo pretty quick with a smidgen of an extra bounce in his step, turning the key to the front door and stepping inside before another pang of need flagged itself known from under his tail. "Oh ho, so you want to do that now do you~?"

22:56 GyroFeather makes pitiful noises as he's left swimming in the steadily thinning chyme, finding it hearder and hader to keep moving as his talons and arms burned away, leaving nothing but useless bones. Mercilously, the acids made sure to sear away at his body, making sure that blood loss would not be the ultimate cause of death, evean as the the stomach destroyed his form. His eyes burned away, as did his ears, leaving the bird blind and deaf, as did his tongue and nares, stripping him of all his senses. All he was aware of was the pain as his body was slwoly destroyed. Even as nerves singed off, there were ones yet depeer still that came to life. And as he fails to be able to swim, his body becomes light enough to float, keeping the poor gryphon forever in agony. Its not until he slips down into the intestine that he's finally cut off from the air. There's hardly any ceremony, only a few gurgles as teh gryphon takes his last breaths, leaving Verlo's body to do waht it would to the last of him.

23:19 Verlo wasn't privy to much of that really, his digestive system merely doing what it does best. Which is digest things, since that's its name after all. The stallion's home was decently furnished, and there was more than enough bathroom to meet any pony's bathroom needs. After the extra special treat to top of an extra special day, Verlo trotted right past the appealingly clean bathroom and out the back door of his cottage home. The stallion picked up a shovel leaning against a railing, trotting all the way out to the tree at the far edge of his fenced in yard. The moon shone down on the halfbat stallion, giving his slitted eyes plenty of light to work with as he dug a decently deep hole near the base of the maple tree. Magic gripped the shovel until the stallion 'mmhmm'ed at the sight of a pretty okay hole, stabbing the shovel into the dirt as he turned around to do his dirty business. GyroFeather's trip through his intestines was not a quiet one, especially now as he could hear his squeezing around pockets of digested wastes sectioned off by a collection of bones here and there. "Hhhngh..." Verlo grunted, the first brown lump poking out of his anus and slithering out into the cool night air. Flecks and clumps of feathers could be seen laced throughout the scat as

23:19 Verlo Verlo relieved himself into his little hole, every so often a log would break into pieces revealing stained bone pieces that were wounded on all ends from the acids. A light breeze rustled through the treetop, rustling through the leaves and casting fuzzy shadows of moonlight all over the place. GyroFeather's wings had sort of survived the trip, and they were a lip-bitingly good ass-scratcher on the way out, the natural

23:19 Verlo shape of a gryphon's wing sort of looking like a comb that soothed the deepest of itches that he wasn't ready to admit he had. Verlo was panting towards the end, straining his rectal musculature around a pretty stiff piece of crap until he felt something bone-hard pierce through the flexing sphincter. "Ahhhhh, there we go~~~" Verlo said mainly to himself, as GyroFeather's skull dropped from the stallion's ass to land with a

23:19 Verlo plop in the steaming pile of shit in the hole. The job almost done, Verlo turned around and aimed his dick at the hole, sending a stream of golden warmth splashing into the hole. He played a little game with his tool, using his piss to rinse out some of the larger features of the gryphon's skill like eye sockets and the beak permanently fixed open in a scream.

23:20 < GyroFeather> ~

23:20 Verlo shook his stallionhood free from the last of the drops of piss into the hole, and kicked some dirt back into the hole. Not a lot, but more as a statement of finality since the gryphon's skull was still visible in the moonlight mostly.

23:20 < Verlo> (Yup, there we go)

23:21 < GyroFeather> (thanks for the fun! I hope you enjoyed yourself too

23:22 < Verlo> (Hah, not bad not bad~)

23:22 < Verlo> Thanks for saving me the effort of using magic to shrink a bird c: