How the Gryphon Handles a Vixen

11 February 2017

06:44 < Bryfur> Good morning.

08:11 < Gyro Feather> hiya

08:12 < Bryfur> Oh! Hi. Hope I'm not intruding? That and hope things are well. ^^

08:12 < Gyro Feather> nah you're fine! Just woke up is all :P

08:12 < Bryfur> Ooh, figured you might be sleeping or the likes. ^^

08:13 < Gyro Feather> mmmhmm yep I was

08:13 < Bryfur> The joy of time differences and me being curious in the mornings. :p

08:14 < Gyro Feather> Heh no problem ^^

08:16 < Gyro Feather> So, what can I do for ya?~

08:17 Bryfur giggles. "I just figured gryphons were impressive, though admittedly I was going through my own sleepy 'ooh' haze earlier."

08:18 Gyro Feather fans out his wings and puffs his chest up, making himself seem even more impressive than he had been moments ago, while his pretty feathered tail wags behind him eagerly.

08:19 Bryfur pricks her ears up and outright gives a clap, holding her paws in front of herself. "Hee, point made!"

08:22 Gyro Feather snorts at the applause and pads a little closer to her, giving the fox an indignant glare. The bird's head came up to her chest, while his lanky body stretches out behind him. "Wow...treat me like I"m some pet doing tricks for you, why dont you?"

08:23 Bryfur blinks in surprise and flicks her ears back. "That was honest praise! You do look rather magnificent!", she protests complete with a step backward.

08:31 Gyro Feather turns his beak up at her and then pads around her body, examining the creature from all angles. His back runs right up underneath her tail letting the silky smooth fur drag on his own soft coat. "Hmmm well then, did you want something other than to just gawk at me?"

08:33 Bryfur tries to follow him in turning here and there, looking that much more wary about the 'magnificent' creature presently pacing about her. Enough to ensure a yip at the contact and her straightening up along her figure. "I.. That.. depends.. What do you think of vixens?"

08:37 Gyro Feather runs his tongue around the edge of his beak discretely as he makes his way back in front of her, before sitting down on his haunches. "Hmmm, I've had a couple before, and rather enjoyed it,~" He coos out vaguely.

08:38 Bryfur tips her head faintly to the side in watching him. Given the immediate proximity she leans back in a faint arching along her slender form. "H..had? Beneath you?", she asks in some surprise though the comment is at least enough to draw her eye down. Probably a good thing, else she'd be dwelling on the tongue playing along a beak's edges.

08:41 Gyro Feather shrugs his shoulders and nods his nods his head, "Ya, something like that." The bird's fores obscure his nethers unless she really leaned down and made it obvious, in which case the vixen would find herself looking at a thick blue sheath with heavy orbs hanging beneath it.

08:43 Bryfur ends up flushing some in her ears. "That's .. something of an unexpected development. Had to be pretty heavy on them..", she murmurs as she raises her eyes, a wary gaze instead seeking to meet his own though she still has a curious air about her.

08:49 Gyro Feather laughts at that and offers up an open beak smile, illuminating his wet pink tongue wtithin his beak. "What? Its not like I consider it deigning to have one beneath me. And I'm not that heavy. I've got to be able to fly you know."

08:53 Bryfur 's gaze at least partially catches the beak cracked open and she twitches an ear for spying the gleaming tongue. It's not as if her own words don't expose the hint of canines and a slender tongue along her muzzle.. just smaller in her case. "So they could throw you off easily?"

09:03 Gyro Feather shrugs his wings and then slides forward. A claw reaches up to push lightly upon her sternum while his tail encircles behind her legs, not enough to cause her to tumble, but certainly putting the vixen off balance. "Oh, I've never had one manage, but you can always try~"

09:06 Bryfur is left to yip in surprise at the bump from the firm surface of a claw setting her to take another, sharper, step back. It also brings her to raise a paw to rest against the outside of that leg in bracing herself. At the tail curling in behind she goes to glance back too, especially since her own tail lashes for balance. "T..that suggests they would try though? How has .. such encounters gone?"

09:13 Gyro Feather grins a little wider. "Oh, I promise you they had no complaints the next time I saw them, so I think they rather enjoyed their encounter~" The bird coos, keeping his tail pressed right up against her ankles hwile his talons continue to apply a bit of pressure to her chest. "I'm begining to feel a bit hurt with all these questions, like you're not interested."

09:15 Bryfur blinkblinks. "No, no, just .. surprised. B..but it's reassuring if you saw them again!", she murmurs as she feels herself framed by the edge of talons about her chest, bringing them just shy of framing the raise of one of those soft orbs but also to set her to feel the sharp edge beneath her fur in bringing her to step back gradually. "I mean, you're .. big. Maybe not as tall as me, no, but overall in size..", she murmurs in the process, "But it is good to know you don't mind chasing vixens!"

09:19 Gyro Feather drags a talon down her sternum to her belly button, parting the furr for just a moment where the sharp tip runs through it. "Chasing them is so much work though, I much prefer it when ones like you just come to me~ So then, shall I give you the treatment? Or are we just going to stand here chatting all day?"

09:23 Bryfur 's heart is thumping quicker, that much is evident beneath her fur before a talon drags in lower though she relaxes with it slipping lower in toward her front. She drops her paw too, glancing up in surprise to look back toward the end of his beak. ".. The treatment?"

09:27 Gyro Feather feels his belly growl beneath him, signalling that its patience with him aquiring breakfast was drawing rather thin. "I'll take your lack of objection as a yes~" He coos before pushing hard on her sternum, forcing her to move against his entangling tail before the gryphon positions himself down on top of her. His warm fishy stale breath wafts against her snout now as he stands over her, holding her down with his claws.

09:32 Bryfur startles at the push, just to yip in surprise as a tail is used to take her legs out from beneath her and set her to tumble. What follows is an oof and her dropping her arms to the ground in trying to pick herself up only to tense as talons fall to rest on those arms. Suddenly your chest is immediately above her and, truth be told, she goes to partially glance in beneath in looking toward a sheath she can now actually see. And yet the rush of your breath brings her to falter, glancing upward instead to where your gaze is now fixed on looking down at her. "W..wait.. What are you doing?"

09:36 < Gyro Feather> [sub]So I can go either way on sex. Its more of a thing I do if my partner wants it ^^ So, how do you want this to go? Also are you alright with pellets in the end?[/sub]

09:44 < Bryfur> ( *chuckles* Ack, sorry, just finishing off actually making breakfast here .. which is .. perhaps ironic. And sex is fun, though I can understand it being a distraction. Everything else past that beak is free game. ^^ )

09:46 < Gyro Feather> (Really? normal disposal too then? :P )

09:47 < Bryfur> ( Yup! :) )

09:49 Gyro Feather lowers his head down and opens his beak wide, letting her stare up into the glistening pink flesh behind his hard exterior while his tail lashes behind him. The tongue extends out and licks up the underside of her cheek, leaving a trail of clear drool and matting down her fur. "Me? I'm having breakfast! And, while my stomach's patience is running thin..." The gut gives another loud rumble, and this time she could feel it as his belly presses up against hers, "I would be fully willing to give you what you crave, before I take what I desire~"

09:54 Bryfur 's remaining playfulness does drain away pretty fast as he casually parts his beak right there before her and lets her see the glistening interior as a tongue curls up to smear along her cheek in soaking it and leaving the fur sticking up. Worse was watching that tongue flatten, seeing the drool run past it and the edge of a beak .. just to drip into her face. Again her arms try to shift as she seeks to lift up, disbelief becoming alarm. "B..breakfast?"

09:59 Gyro Feather chuckles wickedly into her face, sending more of his hot humid breath against her fur and causing condensation to bead at the tips. "Yep breakfast, and honestly lunch and dinner too. You're a bit bigger than a couple pieces of fish. I do so love it when a treat approaches me, rather than the other way around. As she begins to struggle his grip tightens upon her while his tail curls up around her own, ensuring that despite his not tooo heavy size, she's not got the leverage to get away. "So, shall we just get started then?" He asks, sending foul spittle across her snout with each word.

10:04 Bryfur is left to brace first one elbow then the other to the ground in trying to wriggle back. She goes through the full gamut of emotions, from confusion to further disbelief but mostly it was the spiralling horror that left her eyes to widen and brought her to choke. "W..what? You can't.. What do you mean?", she exclaims, practically yelps, since she was fixed on watching the edges of a parted beak as saliva dripped across her features.

10:09 Gyro Feather nods his head at her. "Oh but I can~ I'll send you down to my belly and let it does what it wants until I see you again...the natural way, just like all the other vixens I've had underneath me, hanging off my belly~" His beak nibbles gently on her neck fur, mussing up little tufts as he continues to sample her flavor. He could smell her fear rising in the air now, and that mixed with here other scents was an absolutely delectable mixture.

10:11 Bryfur goes to try and jerk her head to the side. At least she's not staring inside of his beak when it nibbles on her neck but now she trembles at the threateningly touch where it nibbles along faintly spiced fur. Her heart pounds instead as she gives out a whimper. "N..no! I'm a living person!", she protests in trying to twist instead to the side in an effort to shift her posture suddenly out of desperation.

10:19 Gyro Feather decides he's teased far enough now, especially as he can feel the vixen managing to shift beneath him and in turn shift him slightly off of her form. His head returns to her muzzle and opens wide giving her a thrilling glimps of his maw while the flesh inside quivers. It cumlinates in a dark tunnel at the very back of his throat where it shifts into his gullet. His beak darts forward, causing the vixen to sink in up past her eyes, forcing her vision to be just the pink of his mouth while her snout is forced to breath in the stale morning breath of a gryphon who had yet to brush hsi beak. The tongue weaves up underneath her chin, while drool drips in from above, thoroughly leaving her stewing in a thick coating of foul slippery drool.

10:24 Bryfur struggles to twist around. Perhaps she can flee if she can get her knees in beneath her. But then that beak is curling down, her eyes wide with genuine horror as she only briefly meets his gaze .. then instead ends up watching a beak open up. "N..no! STOP!", she yelps in seeing inside of it, particularly as it curls down to start to slip across her vision and leaves her eyes instead adjusting for the dim light. Though keen eyes only ensure she can see the glistening, terrible surface of a tongue as her face is crammed against it, meeting it head on with her muzzle trying to turn to the side. She screams into it too, the noise still audible if muffled and leaving her to watch the shifting surface peel across her face in a wet, clinging rush of drool.

10:31 Gyro Feather pushes that tongue of his between her lips, leaving that bitter saliva pressing against her own tongue and muffling her screams further. Then it quickly retreats to beneath her chin once more to be replaced by a loud 'glurk' that rings in her ears as the gryphon swallows. The throat opens up and rushes forward, grabbing upon her muzzle and drawing her in while the bird pushes forward. Everything goes black as her eyes sink beyond the curve of his throat while his beak reaches down around her neck. An impression of her muzzle can be seen in the loose bulge that shows on the outside of his gullet.

10:37 Bryfur splutters some at the saliva getting into her mouth but at this point her struggle for her life means she barely registers how disgusting such as it as her soaked, spittle covered muzzle is guided over a tongue. Her gaze is instead upon seeing a throat opening up, peeling apart before her. A scream burbling on her lips for seeing the literal abyss before her. The only thing waiting on the other side is her death in the stomach of another sentient being. "No, no, NO!", she cries out though the third is cut off by the simple, sharp glurk. once again her eyes are left straining to adjust but in the interim she can feel the hot, slimy flesh clinging about her features setting her arms to lurch in trying to break free and thump at his front as struggles.

10:44 Gyro Feather 's throat clings tight to her body, sealing her muzzle shut and muffling any cries she might make before they're further muffled by the flesh surrounding her. THe bird gulps again, before finding her shoulders right at the edge of his beak. His grip on her arms releases as splayed out like they are, he has no hope of working them in. The subsequent blows upon his chest bring a loud growl from the brid that resounds all around her, but at least her arms are close enough together now that with some effort wiggling his head back and forth, he gets both into his cheeks, and then his gullet, helping to limit the movemet the vixen can make. His beak is right above her breasts now. pushign out against them while his warm breath wafts down over her bra.

10:53 Bryfur is left with her senses tuned inward and straining in horror to see along the lining of that gullet. Or at least as much as she could given the lack of room between her and the rippling edges. She still screams too though the sound is muffled entirely to her, leaving her to hear it over the terrible squelches and pops of moisture where she's helpless to stop his gullet pumping across her in the next gulp to mash its embrace along her face. Oh god, he was devouring her. With her face no more than a bulge to the underside of his throat and her shoulders framed by the glistening edges of a hard beak about them it was no wonder she was struggling frantically. Not that it mattering with him growling and overpowering her arms enough that a beak can dip further and she can feel the pinch of it to the back of her shoulders and the lower edge just shy of the upper curve of her breasts.

10:58 Gyro Feather 's beak slowly slides down over her breasts as the peristaltic action of his gullet draws her deeper still. He couldnt open his beak much wider, so instead he compresses the flesh down tight against her chest as the sharp edge drags across them. Bryfur was quite lucky that her breasts were covered, or the whole process might have been quite a bit more painful going in. The bird's tongue slips between the fabric, pushing up against the compressed lumps of flesh and licking over the sensitive tips. Each swallow brings with it another squelching noise, that joins the ever encroaching sound of his thumping heart and worse still the growling of a hungry stomach. His claws focus on meeting her dwindling resistance, digging in painfully into her flesh to try and stop her from fighting him.

11:07 Bryfur already finds it difficult to breath given she's straining against the embrace of his gullet but she still tries to scream in desperate cries given her life is on the line. She instead whimpers at the constant motion of that throat pulsing over her to set an actual tempo to her potential demise. Her hands were scrabbling for something to grab onto, fingers barely able to reach his front given her upper arms were pinned but she was frantically fighting for her life here. Certainly the sensation of a tongue felt almost tormenting as it followed by body, getting a mix of cloth and the taste of her body in the process of mashing her breasts in against her front so that the occasional glimpse shows them covered in spittle along the shifted edges of the bra.

11:13 Gyro Feather has no intention of savoring her for too long though, as another hearty gulp draws her breasts too into his greedy gullet. Even her forearms now found themselves pressed helplessly to their sides as his beak arrives on her sensitive belly. Inside of him, he can feel her snout pressing into his crop, loosening the muscles around her muzzle and allowing the poor fox to utter some words now. Despite the bird's words about looking for breakfast, it seemed that he might have already had a little snack. soggy balls of toast covered in a sticky sweet jelly pushes into her fur, getting down against her skin with a gritty sort of feal to them.

11:20 Bryfur can feel the gulp ringing around her, from where it starts 'behind' to how it pumps down over her body in a lurch of motion and compression to drop her lower with a squelch and leave her gasping as it knocks the breath out of her body. She feels almost dizzy given the lack of space and air but her heart races as she keeps on struggling at feeling her breasts squeezed in against one another .. and dropped down to where they were no more than a bulge in a gullet. She startles as her face feels something in front, barely able to make out anything as it loosens to allow her onward. Yet without her arms she was powerless to shield her face as she's dropped into the slimy interior and the remaining meal. To remind of her what awaits. "N..no.."

11:29 Gyro Feather didnt have much intention in actually keeping her in his crop though, as the vixen was far too big to fit in like he could do with some smaller animals. Soon enough her snout squeezes up against the end of the sack, pushing against another sphincter. The gryphon closes his eyes and forces himself to relax, allowing the end to open up in front of her with the next swallow. The scent past here is much harsher than the comparatively mild scent from before as her head pushes in towards the last tunnel before she arrives at his gurgling stomach. So deep in him, the temperature is much warmer than the outslde, leaving the poor girl likely to be sweating. As her paws pass through his beak, he climbs back off of her and tilts his head to the sky, allowing the kicking legs to beat futily in the air, while gravity pulls her deeper still.

11:45 < Gyro Feather> (boop)

11:48 < Bryfur> ( Gah, the warning didn't go off. -.- )

11:50 Bryfur tries to twist her head to the side as part of her efforts to stop going any further but she's equally assaulted when her sodden features are mashed to the back of that sack to push further inward and she's allowed to sink further in the next terrible swallow. Though such now echoed faintly from behind her, she could still feel and hear the slick ripple of flesh clamping down but it wasn't as vivid. Not compared to the sound of a gurgle. Especially as her features are allowed to start to empty the heat of his stomach where she can only stare ahead at the chamber waiting for her. Her arms were pinned, the only respite she had was trying to kick her legs and that was much further back at this point and, to her horror, starting to get shifted skyward. It made a grand sight - a gryphon with their head up, bulge showing in a throat and bobbing motions sinking thighs down into a beak where he shows off devouring her struggling figure whole and alive.

11:58 Gyro Feather 's beak rises up over her haunches now, bringing the silken panties that covered her nethers into his mouth. One of his talons reaches up to gently carress down his throat, feelign the bulbous signs of her form running down his throat before disapearing into his chest. As her head enters his stomach, he can feel that through his form too, a steadily growing shape in his belly. Inside his gut, the fetid scent of bile accompanies her, tainting the very air with its foul presence while burning at the inside of the fox's nostrils as she breathes. She was his now, and there was nothign she could do about it. Her legs sink down into his throat now along with her thick bushy tail. The sensation leaves his gullet dry as the fur wicks away the moisture, but he wasnt about to stop now. There was not much time before only her paws hung from his beak.

12:07 Bryfur can, on some level, feel the talons tracing her outline though she's already got ample reason to squirm so you can equally feel the frantic lurches of the form within sliding ever lower. Your stomach especially terrifies her, from the heat to the foul, putrid scent washing over as she hears the inside burble and groan with its moist desire to digest food. To digest her. "P..please.. don't do this..", she gasps for feeling herself sinking lower into it toward the bile already awaiting at the bottom. But she can feel the outside world slipping away in each motion, in each flex and squeeze as you let her legs sink lower until those knees disappear and what remains of a vixen is a bobbing pair of feet from a gryphon's beak.

12:13 Gyro Feather laughs as he hears her muffled cries, which then causes the stomach to jerk and contract around her, splashing up some of that bitter stinging bile into her coat. Though, moments later that hardly even matters as her entire head is pressed down below the surface of the gurgling pool below her. The sting of acids can be felt rushing up her nasal passages as it floods in. Gyro's just about done with her on the outside though, as the paws slip down between his jaws. His tongue runs over the soles, soaking the up the way the earthy flavors mix with her spiced taste, before one final swallow happens, dragging her inside. His beak clacks shut while his claw follows the steady descent into him.

12:21 Bryfur whimpers unheard as she only receives a laugh in response. She tries to lift her head but just as before there's nowhere else to go to avoid the stinging splash.. let alone being unceremiously dumped into what awaits with a terrible squelch and feeling of it clinging to her. Her head only emerges because of her body starting to get balled up, leaving her crying out as it slides along the interior of those walls. At least her arms are free in due time but that's just to try and shove outward against the walls of your gut and all the time she was feeling a tongue tormenting her feet in sending them over the back of it. One single gulp takes her away from the outside world. Her heart sinking at the realisation she was nothing more than the bulges sliding gradually down toward your waiting gut.

12:28 Gyro Feather coos gently as he feels his breakfast begining to curl up into his stomach, smacking and licking over his beak all the while as he gets the last of her flavor up off of it. The bird's tail lashes out behind him while his stomach works the rest of the poor creature all the way down inside. His stomach clenches and rolls over her form, massaging the acids into that sleek coat of hers and pushing the paws back in, leaving the bulge beneath him shifting with each passing second. The bird pats his belly and says, "Oooh you feel so excellent in there, you were a fine breakfast. I wonder how long you'll last compared to the other ones I put down there~"

12:38 < Bryfur> :goes to lurch and twist along her body as she gives out a cry at the sensations of being slowly emptied out into a waiting gut. Just to ensure she was bundled up roughly in the slimy chamber with her arms desperately scrabbling outward in trying to find any sort of purchase. When it clenches up about her to roll her between slimy walls she screams, shoving outward in the process in visible motion. "W..what? N..no.. H..help! Get me out of here!", she pleads in the process of writhing against the fetid heat of your gut.

12:44 Gyro Feather shakes his head, no that its visible to the creature stuck all the way inside. At that he settles himself down onto his stomach, squishing her with his body weight. She can feel his lungs expanding and contracting against her with each steady breath. His face scrunches up for a moment and then his stomach contracts, vacating a chunk of air from the stomach and causing the acids to rise up further around her. He can taste her on his breath as it happens, and then after giving her a moment, he swallows down a little more air. A talon runs over the squirming bulge, feeling each desperate struggle as her curled body is sloshed around with the tingling fluids.

12:57 Bryfur is left with silence from you.. but not so much the physical body clenching in about her, suppressing her beneath it all the more as you lie out. She can just as readily feel talons stroking over the bulge she forms in your middle but it equally causes her to try and push back with the faint straining outline of a hand. "H..help!", she gasps in the process thanks to the fresh air. Her body bundled up uncomfortably, at the whims of the stomach walls contracting about her just as much as the acids steadily rolling up about her figure in a gradual slosh and alarming tingling.

13:05 Gyro Feather rolls his eyes at her call once more and responds to Bryfur, "Unfortunately, once you enter my belly, I have no control in being able to bring you up, so you'll just have to wait till you come out as natural. It'll probably only take a little over a day, going by past experiences~" The stomach seems to grow more active the more she struggles, causing more of those tingling acids to poor in, steadily working down to her flesh and causing the fur from her body to begin to shed in droves, leaving the sensitive skin underneath. The gryphon sees the paws pushign out and brings his own claw down to give her a high five, shoving it back down beneath the skin.

13:21 < Gyro Feather> (boop)

13:30 < Gyro Feather> (:V)

13:52 < Gyro Feather> Well, I'd love to continue this at some point anyways.)

16:25 < Bryfur> Ack, I blacked out here. Sorry, reason I was up so early was no sleep the night before! I'm .. going to lie down for a bit properly.

20:38 < Gyro Feather> (Welcome back, sleep well?

20:38 < Bryfur> .. Hee, well, more led there with eyes shut. I think I'm coming down with somethign to mix with the lack of sleep. :p

20:38 < Gyro Feather> oh no >.<

20:42 < Bryfur> Not sensible of me but .. bleh! How did your day go?

20:42 < Gyro Feather> went well enough, mostly RPed, watched art streams and did some more coloring of that commission.