No Longer So Elusive

5 February 2017

00:18 < Gyro Feather> Hey look at this cutie~

00:18 < Waning Crescent> hey hun

00:19 < Gyro Feather> how're you doin this fine evening?

00:19 < Waning Crescent> just woke up a short while ago, feeling rather beat up to be honest...

00:19 < Gyro Feather> oh? Why's that?

00:20 < Waning Crescent> fibromyalgia isn't much fun

00:22 < Gyro Feather> ahh ya that really sucks

00:24 < Waning Crescent> at least you finally had decent timing

00:24 < Gyro Feather> Thats good at least ^^

00:26 Waning Crescent nods, a soft blush starting to form on the large mare's muzzle as she lays down nearby

00:27 Gyro Feather steps up next to her and drags a talon through her mane. "You know I've been imagining eating you for a while now. You're like that elusive thing I cant have."

00:30 Waning Crescent squeaks at how up front the gryphon is with that, the mare lowering her head sheepishly "i...i'm sorry hun... you always seem to pop up every single time i'm occupied..."

00:34 Gyro Feather snorts at that and shakes his head. "Well I imagine if you just woke up, time zones dont much help with that either." He scratches against her ears even as her head retreats, grinning wide.

00:38 Waning Crescent tends to have very erratic sleep patterns due to her health, and has unpredictable uptimes. she leans her head against you even as she shyly lowers it, those ears lightly twitching from the touch

00:42 Gyro Feather brings his beak lower and draws his tongue over her soft purple fur, leaving a warm trail of drool in the pink muscle's wake. "You know its unusual that I take such interest with a prey item too. Usually I just take whatever's available. Especially since I tend to get nommed more often myself."

00:45 Waning Crescent tilts her head slightly at that with a confused expression, the mare usually isn't prey herself, despite her submissive nature "w...why me...? it's not like i'm all that notable... really you have every reason to be fed up with me by now..."

00:50 Gyro Feather gives a gentle shrug of his shoulcers and then settles his body down on top of her, enveloping her neck with his warm feathers and pinning her against the floor. "I...dont really know what it is that makes me want to bug you. I just do."

00:54 Waning Crescent fidgets under you, the mare making a small squeak as she feels that weight settle onto her back, shyly leaning her head back to nuzzle into the side of your beak

01:00 Gyro Feather grins as he feels the muzzle pushign against his beak and then opens his jaws. He quickly snaps up her snout, holding it there while his warm fishy breath rolls out over her muzzle. His tongue extends out and slides around her fur, leaving it coated in slimy drool and tasting her delectable flavors.

01:05 Waning Crescent widens her eyes, letting out a startled eep at having her nuzzles responded to in such a manner, you can feel the warmth of her breath spreading from her nose against the inside of your maw as she is forced to inhale that scent, the large mare starting to wriggle underneath you

01:09 Gyro Feather watches her eyes widen and holds her there for a full minute while he inhales her breath. Finally his beak widens up and allows her muzzle to slip from it, though a trail of drool links them for a moment. "Hmmm as good as you taste though, I think it was worth the wait for a pony feast~"

01:14 Waning Crescent pulls her head away, cheeks and muzzle flushed purple as the red blush spreads upwards under her fur, her muzzle fur matted from the saliva bath "i.... i don't really think it was... isn't worth it if it leaves you fristrated"

01:20 Gyro Feather laughs at that objection and shakes his head as hers retreats. "Oh I wouldnt say frustrated. Merely got disappointed a couple times is all and that's not really that big a deal." he says with a laugh. "It just means I need to punish you still, to gurgle you away~"

01:25 Waning Crescent lowers her head slowly, a faint whine rising up from her nose as you say that. truthfully the mare is completely unused to being wanted in this way, and is more than a bit embarrassed. she once again moves to nuzzle your cheek, and attempt to hide her blushing into your plumage

01:37 Gyro Feather chuckles as he feels the cooling saliva nuzzling up against his beak, leaving streaks across the hard surface. "I see that blush working on your face. You want it too dont you? For me to melt your troubles away, leaving behind a pellet of bones and a mess~" He teases in a far more lighthearted tone than what his description entailed.

01:38 < Waning Crescent> (i did express a significant dislike of pellets before)

01:39 < Gyro Feather> (Oh fuck, did you? sorry >.<

01:39 < Gyro Feather> (adds a profile note this time

01:39 < Waning Crescent> (prefer if everything goes out the same way...)

01:42 Waning Crescent squeaks once again, you can feel the mare pinned under you fidgeting at the thoughts of that gut, working at her until there is nothing left but what escapes underneath your tail, little shivers running down the equine's back

01:43 < Gyro Feather> (Just searched my logs, you hadnt, maybe you just thought you said. No worries though, thats the last you'll hear of it from me ^^)

01:44 < Waning Crescent> (huh...? i don't talk to many gryphons, and i specifically mentioned the pellet thing before it was even brought up...)

01:46 < Gyro Feather> (ehh maybe I lost a log at some point then.)

01:47 Gyro Feather 's stomach gives a loud growl that rumbles down into her body through her back while the gryphon smacks his beak as he considers the thought. "I dont hear any protest to the otherwise. You know I'd almost think I'm rewarding you now instead of punishing you...but I'm famished anyways."

01:50 Waning Crescent shudders at that sensation, another shiver running down her spine against your belly, and the other anatomy she can feel pressed against her back. the mare has a problem of becoming increasingly nonverbal as her embarrassment grows, and wouldn't likely be able to muster much protest besides more squeaks and whines

01:56 Gyro Feather reaches a talon down and grasps her muzzle, before jerking it back to face him. His beak yawns open wide, showing off the dripping glistening pink insides of his maw, smooth all the way deep inside till it disapears into blackness. That hangs open for a good long time to let her see inside before he slides his beak down around her muzzle, till the tip of his beak tooth rested between her eyes.

02:00 Waning Crescent stares into the yawning maw in front of her, watching how the saliva clinging to the soft inner flesh trickles down towards that opening within, how it twitches hungrily at her with each breath you take, the mare looking into it much like a deer caught on front of an automobile. she is snapped out of it rather abruptly by her face being buried halfway into your maw, her nose being pressed right against that greedy opening she was staring into moments before

02:07 Gyro Feather closes his eyes and swallows hard, his fleshy tongue rises up underneath her jaw, hooking and pushing her back while the muscles of the gryphon's throat reach up and grasp upon her snout in a warm wet embrace. His beak opens a bit wider still to accomidate as her head is dragged inside. Her eyes slip up between the beak, and then with a second gulp the mare finds herself plunged into darkness while organic noises echo around her ears. His talon hold her tight, even despite the lack of struggle, ensuring she's got no where to go but in.

02:12 Waning Crescent feels the hot, slimy embrace of flesh enveloping her face, smearing your saliva into her fur once again, she is rather unceremoniously forced into the passage as it kneads against her, grinding and dragging, trying to find purchase on her smooth muzzle to drag her further within. each loud gulp sending a wave of muscular ripples over her head, and flooding her ears with gluttonous squishing

02:19 Gyro Feather lather's the mare's face with drool, dragging the bumpy across the silky fur and forcing it to lay smoothy against her body. Her mane catches against the roof of his mouth as it dries out the flesh, forcing him to linger there till he gets it wet enough to make it easily slide along, and meanwhile little streaks of spit drip down her body, leaving streaks upon her neck. Finally the gryphon gives another swallow, drawing her horn down into his greedy gullet which forms to her body like a loose glove, showing off the bulge her head makes beneath his feathers.

02:26 Waning Crescent whimpers into the dark, cramped passage as the smell of your breath soaks into her fur, those strong peristalsis reflexes rippling over her, gripping onto her head and dragging the growing bulge in the gryphon's neck deeper towards your core. you can feel her starting to squirm underneath you, still pinned down by your body spawled over top of yours, using your weight to make sure she stays put until she's in too deep to get free

02:38 Gyro Feather shifts backwards on her body while his head moves down towards her shoulders so that he can continue to slide down over her. His sharp beak drags and catches upon her flesh leaving little nicks from the sharp beak tooth at the front. Soon enough he's managed to work her broad shoulders between his cheeks by wiggling his head from side to side until they slipped in, starting to pin her legs to her side. The further down she got in his gullet, the closer his beating heart was to her head, pounding in her ears like a constant drum, and worse still, beyond that was the soft wet gurgling of a hungry stomach. The smell grew more rank the deeper she ventured, growing bad enough to make one's eyes water.

02:44 Waning Crescent would continue her slow descent as the bulge that formed her head began to disappear into your chest, inching ever closer to that burbling, churning organ within. the oppressive heat enveloping her face and neck seems to grow warmer as she moves closer to that core, the constant fluttering of the gryphon's esophagus massaging her neck, kneading that rank slime into her fur, and forcefully shoving her nose against the tightly closed sphincter hidden within

02:52 Gyro Feather smirks around the mare as he feels her snout pushing around deep inside of him, slipping past that first sphincter into his crop. In here, it was relatively empty save for a couple seeds that had failed to get transfered to the chamber beyond, but Waning would find out soon enough that the gryphon didn't intend to give her any time to stew inside of there, as her muzzle presses against the tight ring at the end of the first sack. As the bird works his way down the unicorn's shoulders, her forelegs are foced to their sides, preventing any real means of escape now. The bird pulls copletwly off of her back and wraps her body up in front of him in his talons to make her all the more easier to consume.

03:00 Waning Crescent wriggles as her head forces fully into that sack, grinding the lingering contents against her fur and tangling it into her mane. whatever lingering remnants were stuck within your crop would likely be joining her descent once that sphincter barring her passage gives way, though for the moment all she can do is whine as the stagnant fermented scent soaks into her fur, more of her long neck feeding into the sac as you start to ingest her forelegs

03:08 Gyro Feather relaxes the back of his crop as he feels the pressure of her head forcing against it, admitting entry to the very short tube before the bird's stomach. In here, the sour fetid scent of bile tinges the air and the fumes given off are strong enough to cause a mild stinging upon the pony's nasal passages. The crop squeezes around her, giving the mare no where to go except down inside as the peristaltic action ripples down her body. As the tips of her hooves feed into his mouth, he moves the tip of his tongue agaisnt teh sensitive undersides of her frogs, dancing his tongue against them and lapping up the warm earthy flavor that adorned them. At this point his beak landed midway down her belly as she rapidly finds herself becoming a snack.

03:20 Waning Crescent jerks inside of your throat as the rancid stink of of prior meals floods her nose, filling her lungs with the stale fumes of your churning gut and making her gag. you can feel her starting to wriggle and thrash as the unpleasantness within your stomach makes her try to recoil away from it, she can hear the fluids below splash and slosh with the slow, roiling churns of the flesh, the sound growing closer as her head is pushed through and kneaded at by that sphincter, the mare realizing she's moments away from getting dipped nose-first into that oppressive stink

03:29 Gyro Feather winces and brings a talon up to his throat to feel the sudden thrashing motions the mare's now making, seeming to have suddenly decided to no longer agree to being his meal. The initial struggle is a shock, but he clenches his body tight, stilling her motions to a more comfortable wiggle. Another couple seconds and her muzzle just grazes the surface of the sloshing thick liquid. And then, as her hips enter between his beak her face pushes right down into the gunk which still feels lumpy from whatever else he'd had before her, now in a rather unrecognisable mess. Soon enough that would be her too. THe liquid rushes up her nasal passages, stinging the soft flesh on the inside, even as her muzzle is rendered safe for the moment. Down below the surface she'd find herself trapped until teh gryphon gulped enough of her to begin to curl up. She steadily creeps into his mouth till his tongue can reach up to the soft flesh beneath her legs, curling up into the moist tunnel.

03:41 Waning Crescent isn't thrashing in disagreement so much as the unpleasantness of the acrid scent filling her sensitive nose and marinating her lungs, her struggles start to ease off after she adjusts to the scent, not that she could continue offering more than token wriggles as the throat restrains her. that vile slop envelops her face as she is forced down into it soaking her fur and making the skin underneath tingle faintly, the greedy chamber grinding over her excitedly and tickling her with the rancid, lumpy mess. you find her plump, teardrop-shaped vulva is already quite damp, and winks reflexively as that tongue invades the mare's musky warmth, coaxing her to make a muffled, burbling whine as she is being drowned in the acidic gunk

03:48 Gyro Feather takes hold of one of her hinds in his powerful sharp talons, grazing against the skin as he holds her there against the constant pull of his throat trying to tug her deeper. Conscious of the fact that the mare might not be able to breath, he rolls over onto his back, letting his expanding belly splay out on top of him, and causing the pool to slide back and envelop her ears while leaving her snout free to the barely breathable air. As damp as it was, each breath felt like it was half moisture, but at least she wasnt going to drown quite yet. The gryphon's slippery muscle presses deeper into her honey filled tunnel and dragging upon the velvet walls as he savors her sweet feminine flavor. The underside of his tongue drags across his sensitive button with each slurp.

04:00 Waning Crescent feels the world shift around her, disoriented within the darkness of that oppressively humid chamber. that vile stew flows over her head and into her ears, muffling the sounds of the guts grinding against her, the rippled stomach lining kneading over the top of her head as it presses into, and distends it. she can hear the sounds of the intestines below, making soft, gassy grumbles and gurgles as they move contents even lower, preparing to make room for her inevitable descent into those greedy, demanding bowels. the warm, silken folds within her body clench and flutter around that invading tongue, coaxing out muffled squealing as she wriggles her hind legs. the mare's musk is quite strong, carrying the fertile scent of a mare that has been in estrus a long, long time, her aversion to other equines has left her without ever having been bred, and equally as sensitive from the neglect

04:07 Gyro Feather lingers his tongue inside of there, soaking up the ripened juices and feeling them drip down his gullet to add to the fragrant scent deep within him. THen, his stomach gives another needy rumble, reminding him that he needed to get on with his meal, leaving the horse unsated. His tongue thrusts backwards and with one mighty gulp he manages to squeeze those toned rump cheeks down into his gullet, leaving a very shapely bulge beneath his feathers. Only herlegs and tail remained free from his glutinous form, and surely those wouldnt last long either. Along his form, the contours of her body run the length of his throat, disapear into his chest, only to then bulge up in his belly. His claw strokes over her form, feeling the motions she makes, idly wondering if she's cast a spell to light up her execution chamber.

04:15 Waning Crescent rolls forward within the cramped, fleshy sack as the muscles in your throat squeeze, knead and and shove at her sensitive rump, eliciting more squirming from the embarrassed, panting mare, her rear stretching and slipping past that sphincter with a wet "shlork" sound, leaving nothing but her hind legs still exposed to the peristalsis as she's forced to curl up. the mare is broadly incompetent with most forms of magic, and it doesn't even occur to her to even try, her entire world at this very moment is darkness, with the constant dull thud of the heartbeat punctuating the constant gurgling and sloshing, your belly claiming your mare fully, enveloping her shapely girth while caressing every single embarrassingly sensitve part of her form

04:26 Gyro Feather watches as the hooves steadily recede into his gullet without any conscious intervention on his part, instead letting the steady contractions of his throat ease her deeper towards his belly. Finally they slide into his mouth and his beak snaps shut around them, crazing the edges of her hoove. His tongue rises up against those last hooves and shoves them backwards as the gryphon takes one final gulp and as those clear his beak he then lets out a loud 'ahhh' of enjoyment, accompanied by a rumbling purr that vibrates his catch. A talon pushes down and traces that last bulge through his gullet until it disappears entirely. The stomach sphincter closes over her hooves, sealing her inside with the steadily rising fluids. As the stomach clenches and rolls around her, the juices are squished into every crevice the mare has, underneath her tail, and into her ears, bringing a stinging sensation to the more sensitive areas. Already the first bits of her that entered begin to show their wear as fur sheds from her body to join the churning slop around her.

04:34 Waning Crescent has been panting since those licks under her tail began, stirring up the usually dormant need that she has neglected all this time, forcing her to inhale more of that acrid, fermented stench. she can smell the gradual change in scent as the roiling fluids churn and grind away her short fur to begin dissolving into the muck, she had only just begun to get used to the odor within, and now it is changing on her, making her smell the beginnings of her own digestion. the folds of your stomach lining drag across her form, shedding away patches of fur, smearing digestive slime into her prone form, indiscriminately kneading into her underbelly, rump and under that tail, and forcing some of that pre-existing slop inside of the winking opening, causing her to writhe from the sensation

04:35 < Gyro Feather> (Hmmm I never asked, how do you like your digestion?)

04:43 Gyro Feather moves both of his claws down onto the bulge the mare made ins his belly, pushing upon her form and aiding his stomach in its powerful squeezing motions which grind upon the mare's form, tugging upon the matted fur and forcing it to come free under the assaults of his stomach acids. Those less protected areas feel the action from his juices even more now, becoming raw patches of skin as all the dead layers slough off into the juices surrounding her, leaving the mare stewing in herself. The gryphon's steady rumbling purrs add to the concophony of other noises within, signalling the bird's enjoyment and approval of his meal. His tail flicks back and forth behind him while he closes his eyes, focusing on the sensations of warmth and movement down in hi score.

04:45 < Waning Crescent> (full detail but not cartoonish... and i mean -every- detail.... also... sorry for having bad prose and not so good at detail myself.... love the flowery, lurid prose but i know i'm bad at it myself...)

04:46 < Gyro Feather> (Wait what? I've been a little jealous about some of your prose and worried I wasnt keeping up xP)

04:51 Waning Crescent presses out against the walls with her hooves, though the cramped space prevents her from offering much resistance other than small bulges and wriggling, her squirming adding to the myriad sounds of muffled digestion rising up from your gut, and confusing any would-be onlookers. her more sensitive areas feel it worse, even though all areas are growing equally raw at the continued assault, the mare being able to feel every single fold of flesh, drip of mucous and tickle of bubbling chyme against her newly exposed skin, magnifying those sensations as your gut continues the work it was designed for, indifferent to her struggles or needs

04:52 < Waning Crescent> (i feel like i'm nowhere near as good as you when it comes to making specific acts interesting.... i can describe the act... but you have a... flowery flair to it i can't keep up with...)

04:53 < Gyro Feather> (:P well thats how you both know you're with a good partner I suppose :P when you both feel like the other is pushing you to do better~)

05:01 Gyro Feather 's acids had penetrated deep into her ears at this point, and after some time they manage to eat away at her ear drums and the small bones inside. The process was gradual, lessening her hearing until she's eventually deaf. Her exterior ears themselves had been rendered down to their cartilige at this point while other bits of her body steadily deteriorated as well. The pinprick of acid spread all over her as she's now fully naked with sores steadily appearing across her body. The chyme is wicked away down the small intestine with each motion while more fresh enzymatic bath water extrudes from the the tense mucous covered flesh. She was just food to the bird now, and his stomach was treating her just like any other hunk of meat.

05:08 Waning Crescent can still feel the rumbles of the gut as they churn over her even if she can no longer hear them, the bass rumbles vibrate through the pooled muck in a way she can feel, and spreads into the core of her form reminding her that her body no longer belongs to her. those folds of flesh grind at her body, scraping away the dead skin as the acids soften it, brushing it aside to expose the nutrient rich fats and muscle underneath. the inability to hear her own pained groaning is disconcerting, her voice just adding another muffled layer to those, squishing, gurgling sounds that rise up to your ears

05:18 Gyro Feather feels so relaxed with the pony gurgling away in his belly that he slowly begins to doze off around her. The thumping of his heart slows its pounding vibrations and the steady motion of his lungs upon her chamber grows slower and deeper as the gryphon passes out. Unfortunately for Waning, this just means his belly can devote more energy towards turning her into a nutritious soup for the insatiable creature. His thick textured walls crush down on her body, working to pull off the layers of dead flesh into the muck to dissolve easier. Fortunately as the nerves burn away, the sensation of pain is replaced with nothingness, and this is no more apparent than in her limbs, though at this point bits of bone begin to show through on her legs, and her skull finds the itself rendered bare against teh onslaught, and yet, the damage was not yet extensive enough to give access to that ow so important organ inside.

05:25 < Gyro Feather> (Btw...I'm fading fast, I'll probably kill her off next post and then do a closer)

05:26 Waning Crescent feels herself getting rocked and stirred around within that gut. her half-digested muscles too weak to offer any further resistance, but the mare not quite gone enough to succumb fully, merely existing as all she can feel is a dull ache on her body. unable to feel nor hear the sounds of her long limbs cracking and crumbling under the pressures being inflicted onto her, it doesn't take long for the churning to breach the muscle still remaining on her underbelly, the mare's gut splitting and giving your stomach access to her own gut, the organs still pulsing and squeezing as they attempt to digest her own meals in futility. with that, the shock sends her sinking into unconsciousness, ending what little token resistance she was still able to muster

05:32 Gyro Feather 's acids rush up into her body cavity now that its left exposed inside, cradling her heart in its deadly embrace until the walls weaken enough and burst open, spilling what little blood the mare has left in her body into the rest of the juices. This happens to the rest of her bowels and other organs, adding to a foul sludgy mixture that's made up of all the mare ever was all melted into a thick chyme. Her bones soften and some dissolve entirely as the gryphons body works. Steadily his belly reabsorbs into him, adding to fat on his flanks as her nutrients are absorbed and made use of, while the rest of it passes down to his colon where it awaits release in the morning.

05:32 < Gyro Feather> (I'm gonna do what I sometimes do when I'm too tired to write up the good disposal post and split it...I'll write it up in the morning when I wake...but its 5:30 right now and I cant think straight. If you're not online I'll note ya.)

05:33 < Gyro Feather> (Thanks again for hte fun play, and sorry for the delay on the final post ><;)

05:33 < Waning Crescent> (okay hun... also i do enjoy the entire trip <3)

05:34 < Gyro Feather> (alright, I'll see what i can do in the morning. and I'd love to play again sometime. Object vore ish fun when its things like dildos in prey :B

05:35 < Waning Crescent> (as long as you aren't trying to stuff massive ones... i only really prefer smaller objects that can churn and be disposed of...)

05:35 < Gyro Feather> (nini and of course, thats what's fun ;P)

10:50 Gyro Feather 's intestine gradually accepts the mush in his stomach that used to be the delicious mare and injects its own juices, tainting the meaty redness from before in dull yellow bile that serves to break up her fats further while the rest of the juices split the proteins. The peristaltic motion of the long tube slowly eases the digestive chyme forward through itself. Bones and hooves are ferried along as well and are left relatively unharmed save for the yellowing of themselves. All of it passes through the last thrid of his small intestine where velvety fingerlike vili reach up into the liquid and steadily absorb most of what's in there. The mush grows more solid now, thickening up into a slime as the waste from the mare's passage is dumped into his large intestine. The thick long and drier tube steadily kneads upon the sludge, breaking it into pieces and pulling much of the water up into his body. The bacteria are hrad at work too, eating the bile and other remains, steadily turning the once purple mare into her new more appropriate shade of brown. The motions push her back against the bones and fur she'd left behind, thoroughly mixing all the pieces before passing them down the line. Finally everything stops in his rectum where the mass of former pony pushes hard against his tail hole begging for release.

It's about this time that the gryphon finally begins to wake up. As he rolls onto his belly, he feels his new padded form as well as a pressure on his hind, which as he glances back is much thicker than it used to be. He relaxes his tailhole for a moment, allowing a wet rank blast of gas out of his hinds, powerful enough to make his own face scrunch up. "Oooh you're not nearly as pleasant smelling now. You positively stink." He says with a grin upon his beak. The gryphon gets up and sways his hips as he makes his way over to a bush.

There he raises his catlike tail and begins to strain, steadily pushing forth a thick brown log which then breaks and splats down into the grass below. Then another blast of gas comes, followed by a couple more bits of former pony. Mixed in with the steadily growing pile of former unicorn, bones and fur stick out, decorating the pile with a hint of the colors waning had been, and a hint of what she used to be. After a couple mintues of straining he feels his rump tight, catching upon some object. He lets out a cry partially in pain as his tail hole is stretched wide as a thick skull splats out onto the pile, crowning the new hill he'd left behind. Within its eye sockets one could see that the insides were filled with brown waste that oozes out. With a sigh the gryphon turns back to look at what he's left behind and grins wider. "Well I think I've helped put you where you belong, but the ordeal seems to have bittered you and left you to be poor company."

Gyro raises one leg, aiming his shaft at the mound, blasting forth a hot yellow stream of piss taht runs down down the brown. More bones are revealed as a thick puddle begins to form down towards the bottom. The bird sighs in releif as the last of his needs is taken care of and turns to leave the warm steaming pile. "Sorry, you seem a hot and pissed right now, I'll leave you to cool down." Laughing at his own joke, the gryphon trots off, leaving Waning's remains at the mercy of the elements. In a couple days the catbird would certainl forget about her, just another unnamed victim on his list.

10:50 < Gyro Feather> (Wall of text! Enjoy!)