The Zebra Who's More Than He Seems

3 February 2017

21:00 < Gyro Feather> Voreish play huh? Is that looking for voreish prey?~

21:16 < Pentaling> Preds or prey, yeah

21:18 < Gyro Feather> INterested in feeding upon this birb?~

21:21 < Pentaling> Mhmm, certainly~ Birds are delicious, after all

21:29 < Gyro Feather> ~~ yes we are! Heh taking on the appearance of a zebra, well Gyro is a gryphon because of a zebra and he resents them :P

21:32 < Pentaling> Well, Zebra's aren't the only form he can take, of course~ He just prefers it when he's around ponies. They're less likely to run away screaming that way :p

21:34 < Gyro Feather> :P though, what better reason to nomph him than the gryphon being rude :P

21:38 < Pentaling> Mhmm~ I can work with that, yeah

21:40 < Pentaling> Say, run into each other in an alleyway (or market place, if you're alright with casual vore/not being something that others would freak out over in universe wise)

21:44 < Gyro Feather> sure sure ^^

21:49 Gyro Feather had spent all afternoon in the market, and while it had rained that morning, the rest of the day had been nice. He had loaded up his saddle bags up with foodstuffs for the week, including veggies, fish, and a jar of jelly and began to make his way home. The most tasty thing in his bag, of course, as the watermelon vine, which the gryphon found he loved to snack on. As he makes his way home he passes down through an alley, and upon seeing a zebra resting off to the side, he deliberately splashes a puddle up into the creature, covering his fur with muddy water. The gryphon snickers to himself, wating for his reaction.

21:59 Pentaling had, personally, had a rather boring day. The morning had been fine enough, though it was a hassle to get back out of that mare's flat. He really should have asked where she kept the keys before he ate her after their night of passion. But what's done is done. After a walk around town, with the sun high in the sky, the disguised ling had found a place to settle down in the shade filled alley way, and enjoyed a nap. Or, he had been doing till he was rudely awoken, letting out a shout of alarm as he comes to, soaking wet. He jumps up onto his hooves, snarling as he glances around, before glaring at Gyro as he notices the bird brain. "You did not just do that..." he snorts, eyeing up the griffin.

22:06 Gyro Feather laughs a high pitched chirping laugh at the zebra and kicks a little more water onto him before turning to move on, making it even more apparent that he'd done it on purpose. "You stupid creatures are lower than mud horses. I'll never forgive you for what you did," he growls as he begins to trot down teh alley further, drawing him more and more out of sight from teh street. His tail flicks behind him, showing off his delgihtful feathers while the bird pays not a second more attention to the zebra he'd just messed with.

22:10 < Pentaling> "Mud horses, eh?" He mutters to himself, snorting as he looks over the griffin, stomping his hoof in annoyance at the mud splash. "You seem to have me confused for somepony else, [i]friend[/i]." He calls out, as he trots after the griffin, the metal rings on his hooves jingling softly. "An apology would be accepted, unless you are offering yourself to be selected?" He asks, with a mischievous glint to his eyes. "Though, if mud ponies you do adore, we could help you look them, a little more."

22:16 Gyro Feather stops and turns his head back towards the zebra who seemed to have decided to follow him. The gryphon lets out a loud growl and glares at teh zebra. "No, you stripeys are all the same. Just trying to steal our jobs and picking on poor unfortunate ponies. And what are you going to do, put anothe rcurse on me? I think I'd quite like being a pony again." The bird sligs his tail and slaps Pentaling across his face in a manner that /could/ have been an accident to any onlookers.

22:27 Pentaling shifts to a more defensive posture at the growl, eyes narrowing. "Oh, you'll find I'm nothing like other Zebras." He mutters, snorting, forehoof pawing at the ground in frustation. As she griffin's tail moves back to slap him, he opens his mouth, catching the end of the tail within his jaws before biting down on it. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to stop it from just pulling away. The 'Zebra' then suckles on the tail tip for half a second, before swallowing loudly, his throat muscles pulling it down into him. Unluckily for Gyro, it seems they're also powerful enough to pull him backwards a little too.

22:32 Gyro Feather squeaks as he feels the mouth come down on his tail and then gives it a sharp tug, trying to pull forth the feathers he has between his teeth. "Let go of me you filthy creature," he growls, when he feels the first swallow. The tug pulls him backwards as the muscles grip tightly upon his tail, drawing forth an squeak from the bird. He pulls a little harder and narrows his eyes at teh creature. "I said let go, before I get the guards involved. Believe me, I've got some sway around here when I want to use it, and you'll be locked up for a year for assault."

22:33 < Gyro Feather> [sub]He's got vines to tie him up with, and stuff to stuff him/dress him up, if you want time for more voreish teasing :B[/sub]

22:44 Pentaling rolls his eyes as he gulps again, dragging more of the tail into his mouth and down his throat. It seems he doesn't care at all what Gyro threatens. Instead, he just starts to suckle away at the tail, teeth gently pressing against it as his tongue laps away at the underside, before he gulps again, dragging more of it into his throat, pulling the griffin closer. All with a smirk on his face, like he'd tricked someone at a game, and wasn't currently eating a griffin.

22:50 Gyro Feather could feel the muscles of the throat clenching upon his tail and smearing warm saliva into it while drool dribbles out of hte front of the maw to dirty up the rest of his tail. The length moves and twitches while the teeth play over the flesh. "Let go of me this instant, you're ruining my feathers you dumb pony," he growls, though that quickly becomes a squawk as the next gulp draws him in a little farther. "You dont really think you're going to be able to eat me do you?"

23:03 Pentaling chuckles. Or he would, if he didn't have a tail in his throat. Instead, he merely gulps again, eyes hungrily roaming over Gyro's form, ogling his rear as it gets closer and close to him with each gulp. He reaches forward with a hoof, gently caressing one of Gyro's cheeks, before another gulp brings him nearly muzzle to cheek. With a casual, practised move, the Zebra gulps once more, stretching his mouth wide, his lips starting to slide over Gyro's rump. While Gyro might not notice it, Pentagon's eyes flash green for a moment, as his tongue teases and savours the taste of the griffin's rear.

23:10 Gyro Feather feels a chill run through his body from the muffled laugh as another gulp draws his tail in deeper. As a hoof reaches up to push upon his firm rump cheek , gyro slaps it away only to now feel the warm breath of the changeling against his blue fur while spit runs down bewteen his cheeks now. "Alright, well that's abouat as far as ou can get now," he growls out, "what are you going to do?" he asks with a smirk. As if to answer his question, the maw somehow spreads up over his rump further than ti should, bringing the hot saliva over his fur. He's pulled slightly off balance causing his wings to flare. "What the fuck? Unhoof me!" he calls out, suddenly feeling farm more frantic with the tongue roving around beneath his tail and over his slightly fruity cheeks.

23:20 < Pentaling> (urgh. Hate to do this to you, but I've got a headache coming on x-x Mind if we carry on some other time?)

23:20 < Gyro Feather> (Sure

23:20 < Pentaling> (Thanks)

22:14 Pentaling rolls his eyes, the disguised changeling smirking, the corners of his mouth flicking upwards. Far from letting go, he merely continues, his maw stretching forward over more of the delicious rump, stretching to include the griffin's legs in his new found meal. His tongue continues to lap and savour the fruity bird, teasing him as he's being devoured.

22:19 Gyro Feather squeals as another swallow pulls his thick juicy rump between the other's teeth and then towards the back of his maw, while the tongue jostles against his sensitive tail hole and other bits down there. It brings a shudder to the bird as just a little bit of plearure flows from the touch but its an unwanted sensation. His hind legs fold forward towards his belly while his claws scrabble across the concrete. "Help! Help!" he calls out, but no one is close enough to really hear his pleas.

22:26 Pentaling 's smirking only increases, his fat, equine tongue pressing against the griffin's tail home for a few moments, as if threatening to push inwards before it moves on. With a gulp, Pentagon swallows, his the Griffin's rump being dragged into his throat, causing a near impossible looking bulge within it. Yet Pentagon doesn't seem deterred. He brings up a hoof, gently massaging the bulge as it starts to slide down his neck, another gulp dragging more of the griffin into him. The bird's tail, having being slurped up in advance, gets the privilege of being the first part of the delicious griffin to slide all the way down the throat, coiling up against the spitcher entrance to the stomach.

22:31 Gyro Feather feels the action of the throat as it reaches forward and grabs around his butt before drawing him down the muscular tube in a rythymic motion. The bird ventures a glance backwards to see the lump he's making, stretching the stripes to an obscene amount and gulps himself. He pulls harder at the stone, though his claws merely scrape against the ground as he's pulled backwards. The bird's bag of goodies from the market begins to brush up against pentaling's snout now as the jaws climb up to his back. "LEt me go! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

22:44 Pentaling starts to hum, his throat vibrating around his meal, the zebra acting as if he's merely enjoying a rather large, delicious meal. Which he is, really. Though his meal might not agree with that assessment. He uses his hooves to move the bag of goodies off of his snack, saving them for later. That done, he continues to swallow, jaws sliding along the griffin's back, over the edge of his wingtips. His tongue laps over them, coating them in thick saliva.

22:50 Gyro Feather fights, though no matter what he does he cant stop the steady creeping of the warm throat muscles as they surround his body steadily in rythymic motions, working drool into his fur and matting it down against his body. The rolling motions squeeze against his sheath, further teasing him, and causing his shaft to steadily poke free against the throat. He continues to fight with his wings, especially as he hears the bag plop down to the ground, and yet, the zebra seems to manage to get his hooves down enough to force them closed. Another chill runs through the gryphon's body while his rump pushes against the sphincter deep inside the changeling. "You...cant do this!" He protests, feeling tears of frustration welling up in his eyes.

23:03 Pentaling gulps again, mouth sliding over the rest of the griffin's wings, advancing upon his shoulders. It seems he very much [i]can[/i] do this, despite what some stuck up griffin might thing. His throat muscles squeeze around Gyro's rear, clentching and pinning his shaft against his stomach. At the same time, the entrance to the stomach opens up, the coiled tail and fat rump being forced into the disguised changeling's gut. It's...odd. Unlike one might expect, the liquids in the stomach feel rather sticky, along with stinging at his feathers and skin. Indeed, it's more like a sticky layer of acid jello, than free flowing acids. How strange.

23:09 Gyro Feather feels an increased pressure against his rump before sudden release as he slips on in to his belly, causing the bulge to move down furtherbeyond the zebra's chest. Gyro sneaks a look back to see the jaws closing over his wing's shoulders and then his arm's shoulders as well, leaving his talons stuck straight out. The gryphon gulps as he takes in the foul breath of the zebra while he fights fitfully. He couldnt believe this, this thing was swallowing him up and e was helpless to stop the steady advances around him. Another squeal leaves his beak as the jaws climb up around his neck, forcing his head straight.

23:18 Pentaling lets out a low, muffled chuckle of delight when he sees his prey's fear, his throat vibrating around the griffin's midsection as it is squeezed and kneaded onwards, towards the stomach. The Zebra's breath isn't the best, smelling of a strange mix of hay, oats, something incredibly sweet, and digesting meat. As more and more of Gyro's rear is packed into the stomach, he'd feel something press against it. Small, yet pointed, seemingly grooved and spiraled. [sub] Much like a unicorn horn... [/sub] Pent slows his consumption down as he reaches the neck, amused by the fear within his helpless prey. His lips slowly slide forward up the neck, sliding over the back of the head, pulling it into the warm, wet, yet stinking maw.

23:25 Gyro Feather squeals as the horn he brushes up against is forced against his tail hole, before slipping in between the tight rump. The gryphon squeezes his eyes shut, trying to ignore the stimulation as it rubs up against his prostate, further causing his member to slide free inside of him. The gryphon smells the scent growing even stronger now as the maw creeps up around his face. The lips slide over his eyes, casting him into darkness while only his beak sticks forth. "No...Please!" He begs, while his body is forced to begin to curl against itself int he stomach while every bit of him save for his beak is drenched in stinking drool that, even if he should escape, would taint his feathers for weeks.

23:29 < Pentaling> (God, I hate to do this again to you, but I need to be up in around 8 hours, so I've gotta call it a night now x-x)

22:13 Pentaling hums softly, the vibrations traveling up and along the griffin's body, throat squeezing around the bird's shoulders and neck, while his tongue laps over his face, coating it with the 'Zebra's' spit and slobber, the liquid sticking to his feathers. With another heavy gulp, Pent pulls the last of him into her mouth, the beak slipping past those black lips, following the rest of the head down the throat. "Aaaah~ Just what I needed." He coos, bringing a hoof up to massage the bulge sliding down his neck, as the last of the griffin is forced into his tight, if strange gut. The air is full of the scent of digesting oats and meat, along with a strange sweetness, the sticky stomach 'liquid' clinging to his feathers, more like goop than pony stomach acids.

22:21 Gyro Feather tries to bite at the tongue as it pushes back up against his beak, getting a couple nips in, but nothing that would manage to cause any real substantial damage. His feathers and fur are drenched in the hot drool which clings his face, before the embrace of his throat welcomes him. Ones his head reaches inside htei stomach he begins to cough and gag at the powerful scent of bile. All the while though, he feels teh grinding of the stomachs motions pushing the unicorn horn up against his sensitive internal member. An unwelcomed throbbing of hsi shaft finds him as he's curled against it. "J-j-just what you needed? No...spit me up...I'll make it up to you..."

22:34 Pentaling brings a hoof up to his mouth, covering it before letting out a small blech. "Spit you up? Not gonna happen, birdie. You'll come out the back. No pellet for you." He teases, moving a hoof down to rub his gut, the hoof pushing, kneading and shoving against the coiled up and trapped Griffin. "I'd say you'd learn a lesson 'bout being rude, but food can't learn, can it, eh?" He says with a snicker, pulling the discarded saddlebags over to himself with a hoof, before sitting back on his haunches as he looks through them. This does, also come to shift everything around for the trapped bird, some of the sticky, stinging goo falling down, splashing over his face and gathering around his rear, coating his rump, tail and shaft. On the one hand, it is rather cool and almost nice...where it not for the stinging sentation that starts to rapidly build up from its touch.

21:40 Gyro Feather compresses tighter as pentaling lets out a massive burp while he takes another gasp of air. His lungs burn and he feels a little lightheaded from the fumes, while the rubbing along with the churning causes the bird to get further mixed with the mess. His face shifts down into the muck before he forces his way to the surface, though his flesh is burning now, especially along his sensitive throbbing shaft which teitches against his body. He tries to wipe as much of it as he can off, pulling feathers and fur along with it, and letting out a scream of terror. "Wait...I'll learn. I have learned...just spit me up..." He calls out while his flesh continues to grow more red. Inside his bag there were bits and some groceries, but nothing too out of the ordanary.

21:43 < Gyro Feather> (apologize, took a bit for me to convince myself to be of mood :P

21:49 Pentaling smirks as she slowly rubs his hoof over his bloated gut, filled with his new meal. "Hmm, no. I'm not sure if I can spit you up, anyway. I've never tried. Besides, don't you bird brains know anything? Shit comes out of the rear, not the mouth. And you're a bit big to be going that way, so just settle down, my little morsel." He chuckles, licking his lips, admiring the taste left behind from the griffin. The goop continues to flow into the Zebra's odd stomach, filling up higher and higher around Gyro, coating his chest, moving up to his neck. The itching, burning feelings grow worse and worse, while he'd find himself feeling weaker, as if the gut was leaching his energy away.

21:53 Gyro Feather struggles against the walls of the stomach as the goop fills in higher around him, while its thickness makes it incredibly difficult for the bird to push with much force , and even those shifting bulges steadily recede as his muscles begin to feel weaker and he grows even more light headed. "B-but I'm not shit! I'm not food!" He protests, though even his voice seems to be growing weaker inside of the other's belly. His entire body feels like its on fire now as the feathers and fur strip away, leaving flesh that steadily moves on to showing his muscles.

22:00 < Pentaling> "Hmm. Well, if you're not food, I guess that's not you in my gut then, is it?" He teases, idly pressing down on the squirming bulge, forcing Gyro's head down, into the rising tide of sticky, yet burning goop and goo. "Yeah, that sounds right. The mighty griffin escaped, then went off to go on an adventure. Guess that means this load of shit I'm going to have can be dumped anywhere, right?" He snickers, as his gut squeezes tighter and tigher around Gyro, the disguised ling letting out another belch, before slowly getting up to his hooves. "Mhmm, anyway, I've gotta get back to my place. Hang in there, will ya? Or don't, not that bothered." He says with a shrug, before resuming the journey he was in before he'd bumped into Gyro, his gut swaying side to side slightly as he trots along.

22:09 Gyro Feather suddenly finds his beak shoved down below the surface of the liquid, and held there for a long minute as the goop sears at his beak. Some of the liquid invades his mouth, forcing the stinging bitter liquids against his tongue and down his gullet. He finally breaks the surface though and coughs hard, shaking his head as he feels the changeling move. "N-no! No you cant do this! Spit me up!" He calls out with a whimper, shaking his head. He hears the heart rate and breathing pick up as Pentaling begins to trot along the way back towards his house, earning frantic motions from the bird every time he's dunked beneath the survface, but soon enough even the begging stopps as he loses his energy to the magical drain.

22:20 Pentaling belches again, loudly and uncaring as the Zebra trots along, humming slowly to himself. The goop continues, till the green, glowing gut is filled to the brim with it. What's worse, is that Gyro appears to be able to breath it. He won't drown, but it does mean that the burning, biting of the acidic fluid is going to flow within him, starting to speed up his demise as it moves to eat him out from within, as well as from outside. Not that Pentagon cares. He's barely remembering the griffin he ran into. Instead, he just focuses on finishing his walk, whistling as he unlocks the door to his apartment and trots inside, locking the door behind him before going to lay on the couch, on his side. "Man, I knew moving to the city was a good idea. Free food, every day." He snickers, as he flashes green, the zebra's form burning away, revealing a large, black changeling, his now translucent gut full to the brim with digesting griffin.

22:35 Gyro Feather fins himself steadily surrounded by the liquid, and holds his breath as long as he can. However, as he feels himself growing light headed, he realizes he cant last much longer and his body forces him to breath. taking in a glob of hot goop and as the burning sensation runs allthe way down his chest, he finds that rather than passing out, he seems reinvigorate his body. As he finds the burning psreading along inside of him he lets out a loud scream of pain and fear, or at least it would be loud if it were in the air, but instead it goes unheard. A rush of light suddenly washes over him and he cant help but open his eyes, and outside of the chamber he can see the dim filtered light of a room. Changeling...he was eaten by a damn changeling, and now he was burning away, feeling his insides melt much like the unicorn that he could feel his bones in with him.

19:35 Pentaling idly yawns as he rubs his gut, providing more air for his prisoner, removing the mercy of passing out. "You really should have watched your tongue. Now you'll end up as fat on my bum~!" He snickers, lapsing back into rhyme for a moment as he rubs his bulging gut with a hoof. The goop sticks and rolls over Gyro's form, smothering it from without and within, not choking him, but working hard to melt him away. "Say, you got any releatives, chicken? I've got a salad that they'd go great with." He idly muses, humming as his gut groans, churning loudly.

21:40 Gyro Feather compresses tighter as pentaling lets out a massive burp while he takes another gasp of air. His lungs burn and he feels a little lightheaded from the fumes, while the rubbing along with the churning causes the bird to get further mixed with the mess. His face shifts down into the muck before he forces his way to the surface, though his flesh is burning now, especially along his sensitive throbbing shaft which teitches against his body. He tries to wipe as much of it as he can off, pulling feathers and fur along with it, and letting out a scream of terror. "Wait...I'll learn. I have learned...just spit me up..." He calls out while his flesh continues to grow more red. Inside his bag there were bits and some groceries, but nothing too out of the ordanary.

21:43 < Gyro Feather> (apologize, took a bit for me to convince myself to be of mood :P

21:49 Pentaling smirks as she slowly rubs his hoof over his bloated gut, filled with his new meal. "Hmm, no. I'm not sure if I can spit you up, anyway. I've never tried. Besides, don't you bird brains know anything? Shit comes out of the rear, not the mouth. And you're a bit big to be going that way, so just settle down, my little morsel." He chuckles, licking his lips, admiring the taste left behind from the griffin. The goop continues to flow into the Zebra's odd stomach, filling up higher and higher around Gyro, coating his chest, moving up to his neck. The itching, burning feelings grow worse and worse, while he'd find himself feeling weaker, as if the gut was leaching his energy away.

21:53 Gyro Feather struggles against the walls of the stomach as the goop fills in higher around him, while its thickness makes it incredibly difficult for the bird to push with much force , and even those shifting bulges steadily recede as his muscles begin to feel weaker and he grows even more light headed. "B-but I'm not shit! I'm not food!" He protests, though even his voice seems to be growing weaker inside of the other's belly. His entire body feels like its on fire now as the feathers and fur strip away, leaving flesh that steadily moves on to showing his muscles.

22:00 < Pentaling> "Hmm. Well, if you're not food, I guess that's not you in my gut then, is it?" He teases, idly pressing down on the squirming bulge, forcing Gyro's head down, into the rising tide of sticky, yet burning goop and goo. "Yeah, that sounds right. The mighty griffin escaped, then went off to go on an adventure. Guess that means this load of shit I'm going to have can be dumped anywhere, right?" He snickers, as his gut squeezes tighter and tigher around Gyro, the disguised ling letting out another belch, before slowly getting up to his hooves. "Mhmm, anyway, I've gotta get back to my place. Hang in there, will ya? Or don't, not that bothered." He says with a shrug, before resuming the journey he was in before he'd bumped into Gyro, his gut swaying side to side slightly as he trots along.

22:09 Gyro Feather suddenly finds his beak shoved down below the surface of the liquid, and held there for a long minute as the goop sears at his beak. Some of the liquid invades his mouth, forcing the stinging bitter liquids against his tongue and down his gullet. He finally breaks the surface though and coughs hard, shaking his head as he feels the changeling move. "N-no! No you cant do this! Spit me up!" He calls out with a whimper, shaking his head. He hears the heart rate and breathing pick up as Pentaling begins to trot along the way back towards his house, earning frantic motions from the bird every time he's dunked beneath the survface, but soon enough even the begging stopps as he loses his energy to the magical drain.

22:20 Pentaling belches again, loudly and uncaring as the Zebra trots along, humming slowly to himself. The goop continues, till the green, glowing gut is filled to the brim with it. What's worse, is that Gyro appears to be able to breath it. He won't drown, but it does mean that the burning, biting of the acidic fluid is going to flow within him, starting to speed up his demise as it moves to eat him out from within, as well as from outside. Not that Pentagon cares. He's barely remembering the griffin he ran into. Instead, he just focuses on finishing his walk, whistling as he unlocks the door to his apartment and trots inside, locking the door behind him before going to lay on the couch, on his side. "Man, I knew moving to the city was a good idea. Free food, every day." He snickers, as he flashes green, the zebra's form burning away, revealing a large, black changeling, his now translucent gut full to the brim with digesting griffin.

22:35 Gyro Feather fins himself steadily surrounded by the liquid, and holds his breath as long as he can. However, as he feels himself growing light headed, he realizes he cant last much longer and his body forces him to breath. taking in a glob of hot goop and as the burning sensation runs allthe way down his chest, he finds that rather than passing out, he seems reinvigorate his body. As he finds the burning psreading along inside of him he lets out a loud scream of pain and fear, or at least it would be loud if it were in the air, but instead it goes unheard. A rush of light suddenly washes over him and he cant help but open his eyes, and outside of the chamber he can see the dim filtered light of a room. Changeling...he was eaten by a damn changeling, and now he was burning away, feeling his insides melt much like the unicorn that he could feel his bones in with him.

19:38 < Gyro Feather> (bah!

19:42 Gyro Feather begins to shed feathers from within the changeling's belly as the powerful goop burns through the first layer of his flesh. The pink and blue feathers and blue fur hang suspended in the liquid, partially obscuring the window through which the changeling could view his prey. Painful welts begin to form on the gryphon's flesh as skin melts away to reveal the bright red muscles beneath. Gyro struggles inside, pushing out with his hind legs on the transparent flesh and trying to force his way up. He could not respond to the teasings though, even as it ate away at his self worth. He really was just going to end up as changeling shit...and he couldnt even respond as the liquid made him incomprehensible.

19:51 Pentaling tsks, rolling his eyes. "Well if you're going to be like that, I'll just have to end up working through every griffin I find, won't I?" He says, as if Gyro is merely being rude, and not in the process of dying painfully. "I'm sure I'll run into one of your kin eventually...which reminds me, you don't mind if I use your form, do you? Gurgle once for no, twice for yes." He says, as he massages his groaning gut, the stomach walls being kneaded and rubbed up against Gyro's exposed skin, rubbing more of the acids into his muscles, pushing the bird's struggling legs back down. The stomach gurgles once, then twice, roaring around Gyro as the acids bite away at his flesh, melting from this lungs and stomach from the inside. "Wonderful, wonderful. You'll be a perfect way to get into those private parties in the griffin quarter." He says, smirking, fangs on display as he licks his lips in anticipation.

20:01 Gyro Feather hears his question and tries to raise up a fuss as the stomach squelches and gurgles fluids around him, but its of no use. His ind paws are pushed back down into the juices too, and on top of that, it seems that his bones are begining to show along his extremities, leaving the gryphon unable to close his claws and move his tail as the muscles are completely eaten away into nothing. And yet, somehow the goop hasnt affected his eyes or his ears, so he's left able to see the horror of his own body's destruction in the warm glow all around him. The bird was rapidly deteriorating though, and the squeezing of the musles was threatening to tear his body in half now.

20:08 Pentaling belches, letting out an oof as he feels the griffin move slightly, mulching and glorping within his gut. "Oof. Settle down in there, will you?" He grumbles, wriggling around on the couch as the bird's center and tail are burnt, squeezed, melted and mulched into a mushy, digested goop. The acidic soup continues to eat away at his outsides, biting and melting away his muscles, showing away his shiny white bones along his limbs. While there is less goop on his head, it's still doing its deadly work, his vision starting to dissolve away as it works over his facial muscles and eyes. With a grunt, Pent turns over, onto his gut, the translucent gut sloshing audibly as he moves, his body weight pressing down onto Gyro, trapping him. Not that he had a hope of escape... "Mhmm. Night." He says, yawning again, before closing his eyes, a smile on his face as he settles in to enjoy a nap while his guts deal with their large meal.

20:15 < Pentaling> (afk, bathroom)

20:17 Gyro Feather begins to feel the sting in his eyes and his ears as the acids finally reach those organs. His vision clouds over and then goes dark as the juices melt his eyes away, and then he's rendered deaf as the eardrums fail. All thats left now is just his sense of pain as the stomach squeezes down around him, mixing him thoroughly with the powrful juices, even as the changeling surounding him snores, uncaring about the horrors going on in his belly. Finally as everything squeezes donw around him, the gryphon's bely cavity gives away, splitting him open. Shortly after the bird finally passes out, left as nothing more than a half digested hunk of meat to to burbled away into nothingness.

20:37 Pentaling doesn't notice. Why would he? Even if he was awake, why would he care to track the exact progress of his food, as it passes through his digestive system. He mumbles in his sleep, wings buzzing softly as he snores. His stomach gurgles, groans and [b]rumbles[/b] as it preforms its lethal job, reducing Gyro's form into mush. The stomach squeezes around him, helping to mulch, grind and churn the remains, bird, bone, feathers and beak being reduced down into a brownish meaty mulch, which comes to be pumped through the ling's guts. It's squeezed, pulped, shifted and processed, nutrients being drained away, to add to the changeling's shell and his rump. The rest is compacted, browning, drained of water, coming to rest within the ling's colon, nothing more than a load of shit.

The ling awakes with a groan, scowling as he feels the pressure in his rump from the bird's remains. "Uergh, poultry. It goes through me so fast." He huffs, climbing out of the chair, heading over to the bathroom. No sooner has he lifted his tail and placed his rump down against the toilet seat, than his pucker relaxed, the start of a thick, heavy log oozing forth. It lands down into the toilet's water with a plop. A few more plops, grunts and groans fill the air of the bathroom, as Gyro's remains slide out of the changeling's rear. He's nothing more than a load of shit, albeit one that has a few browned feathers sticking out of it. "Fucking finally." Pent grunts, as he wipes away the remains from his cheeks, flushing the waste away, before moving to wash his hooves.

20:39 < Gyro Feather> <3 that was fun~

20:39 < Gyro Feather> lets hope our next play isnt quite so longbetween sessions eh? :P

20:39 < Pentaling> Heh, sorry about that ^^;

20:39 < Gyro Feather> it happens!

20:40 < Pentaling> Still

21:13 < Pentaling> Urgh. Guts are acting up.

21:13 < Gyro Feather> ugh that stinks D:

21:13 < Pentaling> Yeah. IBS is a bitch.