A Bad Sort of Fortune

5 March 2017

10:17 < Gyro Feather> I promised you gryphon cawk did I not? :P

10:18 < Gypsy_> True enough, hehe, very well, I await your start~

10:18 Gyro Feather wanders among the tents at the fair, when he spots one for a fortune teller. Never really one to be superstitious, the gryphon would usually turn that aside, but he'd managed to visit most of the things he wanted to do at the faire, and it was still early in the day. With a shrug the gryphon pushes through the flap in the tent to a dim room beyond.

10:18 < Gyro Feather> (Btw for this since its probably relevant, remember gyro used to be a pone :P)

10:23 Gypsy_ was settled in place behind a low table, a light luminescence shining from an orb on the center as she lifted her head to smile. motion a hoof for the newcomer to take a sit across from her, the light jangle of some form of coins dangling from various bangles adorning her limb. "Another guest most strange, finding my profession somewhat deranged. Fear not and take a rest, you'll soon find my devining to be the best." She peered towards the gryphon with her light, amethyst eyes, looking him over curiously.

10:27 Gyro Feather hesitates once he notices that the enchanter behind the booth was a zebra, but by that point he was far too late to back out now as she addresses him. He remembers what happened last time he crossed one of them. With a frown, the gryphon steps forward and sits down on the cushion opposite the table from the mare. The gryphon's tail twitches behind him nervously as he dreaded being alone with one of these subpony creatures. "Right...so I guess you're going to tell me I'm going to be wealthy and married with a family huh?" He asks with a bit of sarcasm in his voice.

10:29 < Gyro Feather> (Oooh more relevant background info: Gyro comes from a noble unicorn family who sees themselves as better than al the other ponies, and ponies as better than other speies, though if they knew of his predicament they'd disown him in a heartbeat. Its the reason why he himself is so terrible :P)

10:29 < Gyro Feather> (Usually dont bother with that stuff...but as a diviner :P)

10:34 Gypsy_ brings her hooves back up and taps the top of the crystal ball before her, then with the same hoof, taps at the side of her head. "Clearly you find me and my kind so base... funny, coming from one who's not his own race." She winks briefly as she rocks in place for a moment, only to lean forward and glance a little more intensely into the faint swirling shimmer of light within the sphere. "And wealth is not something I see being required, as a former noble, grander things are desired." She glances up and plays upon the foreseen racism, grinning hugely. Such a creature all here all on his own, your ransom would fetch a high price on its own. But I jest, look at it as a test."

10:42 Gyro Feather frowns and sinks back at that first revelation, folding his crest down flat against his head and yet at the same time he glowers at her. He's about to speak when its clear she's not done and lets the mare continue without interruption till she's done. "Well...it was your kind who turned me into this rather than what I used to be, but I suppose you already knew that if you're so good. Though I just desire to pursue my own work, free of the demands of my family..." Something which, as he reflects upon, ahs sort of been given to him, though not in the manner he'd wish. "I suppose that maybe...you're the real deal though..." he admits, leaning forward now on the table.

10:49 Gypsy_ smiles as sweetly as she can manage before shrugging her shoulder towards the accusation, the faint chime of coin on coin echoing around her. "All are different, and yet the same, I am not from the tribe that you can blame." Slowly, she rises up off her haunches, hooves leaving the table as she trots slowly around the table, the violet and silver trimmed fabric of her outfit hosting a plethora of little trinkets dangling from nearly every looser portion. "Before I can continue, I must make a request, being a gryphon so different from all the rest." With all the confidence of a lord within their own realm, she reaches out to place her hoof upon the seating carbird's shoulder.

10:54 Gyro Feather follows her form as it moves around the table and over to his side of the tent. Even still, as she puts a hoof onto his shoulder he cant help but jump and flutter his. The gryphon turns his emerald green eyes up at her, feeling an almost electric charge in the air from the magic the room had, even if perhaps imagined. The bird gulps, knowing how weak he was in her presence and nods his head. "Yes...of course...what sort of thing would you like to ask of me?"

10:59 Gypsy_ pauses for a few seconds as she tries to get a read from the gryphon's expression, smile never fading for even a moment as she takes in a slow and steady breath, her hoof move back behind the male to pat at, and brush at one of the shifting wings. "Calm your nerves and rest your mind, I'm a gentler zebra, you'll soon find. But a unicorn-turned-gryphon is a rare find indeed, and you can provide an ingredient my tinctures need." She leans in rather close before her eyes partially close. "So permit me this chance to be direct... I need you seated on this table, and I need you erect."

11:03 Gyro Feather begins to relax as the hoof running down his wing soothes him reflexively. The bird then laughs at her request and then eyes her incredulously. "Really now? I suppose I could oblige you. I'm never one to turn down a little bit of fun~" The bird slowly chimbes up onto the table, shoving the crystal ball aside to make room. He lays down on his side showing off his heavy blue musky balls and his throbbing sheath before him. The gryphon grins at Gypsy and becons her closer with a talon. "I might need a little bi of help with that last bit though. It needs some affection~"

11:10 Gypsy_ is rather pleased by this change in the other's attitude, to have rolled from condescending, to fearing, and now accepting... she nodded with a soft smile as she nodded. "I wouldn't dream to ask, if I weren't willing to aid the task." She replaced the gryphon in the cushion shuffling into a comfortable seat as her hooves began to work, one pressing in upon that exposed sheath, faint, tender rubs being pushed into it as the other eased to the delicate orbs following gravity's law, similarly teasing at them, though with a much gentler motion. "Unicorn and gryphon combined in one essence, from your seed, a fine potion to sell to adolescence."

11:17 Gyro Feather sucks in a deep breath at the first touch, before letting it out slowly and steadily as he gets used to the sensations against his sensitive features. steadily his sheath felt like it was swelling beneath her hooves, allowing the pink tip to slowly expose out to the world. His tail clurls and uncurls as she massages him while his expression relaxes further the gentle touches. He purrs gently, a deep rumble that travesl throught his body and can be felt in her hooves. "Are you saying you're going to use this in enhancement potions?" He alss with a mirthful laugh.

11:23 Gypsy_ briefly glances up towards the inquisition of her plan, winking faintly as she decides to instead, let the former-unicorn's mind sit on that assumption. "What I can say, is this shall be considered my pay." She looks down as the swell is indeed felt, and her hoof continues to press against it, though also begins to slowly slide up against the emerging length, giving herself a moment or two to indulge as her head leans in. The light hold upon those balls gives them a light heft, directly up against her tongue as she gives the fuzzy pouch a sampling taste, while she gets a good whiff of the catbirb's musk in the process.

11:30 Gyro Feather just merely shakes his head and then pushes his hips forward against the hooves. On top of the powerful musky scent and flavor, she finds a pleasant light fruityness as well, artificial and stronger in some places than others, as if the gryphon had rubbed an oil into his feathers and fur. He gasps as the tongue curls against his orbs, leaving streaking spots of drool upon the fur and tickling over the sensitive flesh. A bead of pre begins to form along the tip of his half erect shaft which steadily grows thicker and more full. It wouldnt be long before even the knot slips from the blue fur.

11:36 Gypsy_ finds the sampling to certainly be in her liking as she brings her head back up, her hooves bother pulling back as she looks over the mass of pink flesh still twitching to its full potential. After a few seconds of marveling, she brings her head back in alone, nose and lips both pressing in against the belly of that shaft, a little kiss before placed before her oral muscle was again let loose, very slowly dragging it up along that expanse, leaving another sheen of her her saliva to mark the male, ending it with a flick across that tip. Soon, her head turns to lap and suckling faintly upon its side, a please little groan in her throat as she finds herself starting get into the act a little more than intended.

11:41 Gyro Feather smiles down at the mare, curling his face up at the edges of his otherwise hard beak. "I hope you find this to be quite to your satisfaction~" He coos as she takes in his full shaft. It was not quite as long and thick as that of the stallions she was used to, but the thick knot at the end was sure to be enouth to more than make up for that. The tapered lingth drizzled the clear substance down onto the table before he then finds her going in once more. The bird lets out a yowl of pleasure, loud enough that invariably people outside might get the idea of what's going on in the tent while he arches forward. His claws reach up behind Gypsy's head to hold her there in place.

11:47 Gypsy_ is only urged onward as the male let's loose with a pleased little cry, and the talon at her head... if it weren't for the fact she was seated, it'd be obvious for her partner how hot and bothered she herself was becoming. With the extra motivation, her jaws parted, letting them surround the fleshy, pink pillar as her tongue wrapped around it as best she could. Being mindful of her flat teeth, she slowly started the motion of shaking her head, stroking that cock with the full of her her muzzle and what it had to offer. A curious faire-goer or two might have peeked in to inspect the source of the previous outburst, but she couldn't right be bothered by it, as her tent was her safe space, for whatever she chose to do inside... including this gryphon.

11:52 Gyro Feather begins to pant hard now as the mare's motions begin to stroke up and down the full length of his of his shaft, leaving it dripping with her thick drool. Here the flesh only tasted of musk and gryphon, with none of that fruity character to it. He helps her motions, gyrating his hips forward and back while the tongue strokes over his sensitive member. He coudl feel it, he was almost there. "You're...you're soo close he pants out to the mare, not wanting her to miss what she was working so hard for.

11:59 Gypsy_ hears the clear warning, and just as suddenly as she'd closed in one the male and his impressive figure, she brought herself back, the snapping of a strand of saliva leaving a glistening line upon her bottom lip as she held up her hoof, and quickly got up, moving towards a collapsible sets of drawers to the side of the table and beginning to go through it. In her absence, the darkened fabric from a damp spot on the cushion she sat upon was clearly visible. But before long, she return to the relaxed catbird, and retook her position, now holding a a finely crafted jar of glass, the lid made of some wood, and adorned with little flecks of gold. She removed the cap of it in preparation, and without a word, winked up towards her customer, leaned forward again, and took the tip of the eager length past her lips, giving the head a few swirls of her tongue as she suckled upon it.

12:07 Gyro Feather looks down as she pulls off, seeing the dark spot in the cushion that merely confirmed what he'd smelled before. As she runs off to dig through her things, he calls back, "Are you sure you didnt want it in your mouth instead? I can just see how much you are enjoying this beyond just proffesional interest~" He coos, swishing his tail back and forth. One of his talons reaches down to his nethers and clasps around his knot, keeping enough sensation to keep him up for her return. It seems she did indeed prefer to collect it though, as the jar pushes around his tip. Henods his head and eases back into the motion once more as her jaw plaes over his sensitive flesh. THen soon enough, he lets out a feral cry and digs his claws into the wood of the table. His body shudders and the first couple white strands burst forth, peppering the inside of the jar.

12:12 Gypsy_ rolls her eyes a little as she grins, watching with a great deal of interest in the jar begin slowly filled. Of course, he wasn't wrong in what he'd said, and each pulse made her own desire grow. Eventually, she pulled the jar away, having filling roughly a quarter of it at best estimate... and replaced it with her muzzle, sealing her lips around the tip as quickly as she can. Though it wasn't quite quick enough she'd find, as a fresh, warm white stripe as so generously applied over her snout. Nonetheless, she was accepting of it as she began to work her tongue along the belly of that twitching cock, hooves lightly kneading at the tightened orbs beneath in an effort to give her greedy self a bit of what she'd worked towards.

12:17 Gyro Feather has his eyes closed while his entire body clenches tight, throwing each spurt out into the jar. Suddenly though, he feels another warm sensation around his pointed member and opens his eyes. He smirks as he sees the zebra now clenched around his shaft, taking in what remained of his orgasm. He arches forward, pushing himself down her throat till his knot rests at her lips, too thick now to easily take in with it swollen to tie. As her hooves purb against him it encourages all he has, which fills her mouth. Soon enough though, the warm salty fountain comes to an end, as he deposites about the same amout as was in the jar down her gullet.

12:25 Gypsy_ remains still for several second, the tip of that length in her throat, filling out her muzzle quite nicely. And to have the scent of the male's arousal so close to her nose, emanating from his knot, it was heavenly. Having gotten a fair amount saved before having the remaining amount of the cream forced to her belly, she slowly pulls back with a rather heady slurp sounding. Without realizing her own actions, she opens her muzzle up towards the gryphon, giving view of the small pool of his cum she'd saved, tongue poking through the thicker liquid before disappearing back into it. Savoring the saltier taste, and the thickened texture of it, she swallows it with a soft sigh of satisfaction, then reaches back towards the jar to place and reseal the lid. "It's a shame your type are so rare that very little I can spare. But do come back whenever you wish, to grant this zebra such a fine dish." The light warmth felt within her belly suddenly made the fact she'd not eaten yet all the more aparent to her, as she looks back up towards the male with a different sort of glance.

12:33 Gyro Feather watches down her gullet as she suddenly gulps the last of the cum that he'd given her and then smiles nodding his head. He rolls on to his back and splays out, bumping the crystal ball precariously close to the edge int he process. He gives a sleepy yawn and then nods his head. "Ya...maybe I'll come back some time...though werent you supposed to predict my fortune or something?" the bird asksonce more, turning to look at her lazily. The scrumptios taste of his fruity fur lingers on her tongue as his scent continunes to permeate the air. "Just dont go plucking me for my feathers to use or anything silly like that, you hear?"

12:41 Gypsy_ listens up towards the catbird as he relines, tilting herself to look passed him towards her crystal, slightly worried about its safety, though given the fact she wasn't currently perceived, she smiled to herself as she gave in to the to pit in her stomach she felt, and the implications of its desires. She got up and trotted around the table, peering down at her 'customer' as she carefully removed her crystal ball from the table, and set it upon the drawers as she revisited them. "You've certainly earned hearing your fortune, evidence having nearly rolled down my chin." As she safely tucked the jaw away with a plethora of other ingredients, she gathered up a rather innocuous little tablet and brought it back towards the gryphon, holding it out for him. "But one's future is not always to their liking, take this... it prevents screaming and your limbs from striking." (Basically, it's a mild tranquilizer.)

12:50 Gyro Feather feels the ball shift away from him and then watches as she moves the ball towards one of the the cabinets. He furrows his brow in a bit of confusion as she pulls out the medicine and brings it over towards him. "Hmm...seems like a bit of an odd procedure..." he comments before then taking the tablet and gulping it down. "DOnt you need that crystal ball in order to actually tell it though?" Soon enough the pill began to work its magic, and the already relaxed bird was finding his mind begining to dizzy some as he feels a little drowsyness take its hold. This is pretty clear as his eyes seem to lid half shut and he lets out a loud yawn. "What was in that?" he asks, slurring his voice.

12:58 Gypsy_ moved herself back to the side of the table she was at when this entire meeting began, and smiled down towards the male, very carefully reaching out with a hoof to caress it over his cheek. "Forgive me, but I have bad news. Turns out your future is one I choose. You've fed me your seed, and sated one need. But it seems that only makes me hunger grow, and I don't want you resisting, so no one will know." Her body shifts as she brings her head down, and the light little predatory gleam in her eyes shines as she continues. "Now relax once more and accept, the rest of your life, in my gut will be spent." A single, broad lick is slipped along the top of the other's head, as she settles herself a little lower to the ground.

13:11 Gyro Feather blinks at the zebra trying to parse exactly what she means by those words, raising a brow in questioning concern. "YOu know...I dont think I rather want to have my fortune determined after all..." he says, his mind hazy andher words unclear. "I cant think well enough to get you..." He can smell her hot stale breath wafting down over his snout as he lies there on the wooden table. The gryphon blinks as the warm tongue traverses his crest, leaving a glint of drool upon it. "I'm not ready for a round two yet...not after these drugs..." he says, devining the wrong meaning from the lick.

13:18 Gypsy_ licked her lips as she was able to get a bit better of a taste of the fruit-scented oils the gryphon used, and found it quite acceptable. And there was a mild giggle from her as he voice came in a soft whisper to his incorrect assumption. "There shall not be a round two, as soon there won't be, you..." She licked her lips momentarily, stretching and straing her jaws to each side in a faint step of adjustment, and then leaned forward rapidly. The small bit of saliva placed on the feathers previously was not but a drop in comparison as she tried to work quickly. The pill should prevent this male fro being able to turn the tides on her, but its effects have not been uniform amongst previous uses. So with that in mind, her head angled clear in the view of the catbird as it came in, and engulfed his face. She pressed forward and reangled to try and gulp down that feathered head as quickly as she can.

13:26 Gyro Feather looks dumbfounded up at the zebra as she answers him, before opening her jaws wide. His addled mind opens his own beak, as if to meet her in a frech kiss, though during the long transition he can see down her pulsating gullet with pink wiggling flesh and hot strands of drool that run down towards her lips. Its not until the jaws strech up over his beak and past his eyes, plunging him into darkness that he realizes that something is wrong. The gryphon lets out a couple muffled moises of protest as the thick saliva works into his feathers, matting them down to his flesh. He then feels the gulp ahead of him, drawing the start of his body into the thick muscular tunnel that would certainly spell his doom. The bird whines out and begins to struggle weakly, though any fight he could put up was paltry, while his voice is closed off to the world. He can feel her jaws creeping up over his neck now as his claws reach to her chest to push her off.

13:33 Gypsy_ hopes beyond hope that the drug she had him take was still working as her hooves move quick as she can manage, trying to push those talons, and the arms their each part of, back down as her entire throat vibrates with a muffled growl, gulping and swallowing all the more in an attempt to overcome the other's shoulders, the rippling muscles within her neck squeezing and tugging at the catbird's feathered skull in little rhythmic patterns to coax him deeper and deeper, arching her own body all the more as she pressed herself down. 'If I can only get the forelimbs pinned, the rest is smooth sailing' she thinks to herself as she struggles for the moment.

13:39 Gyro Feather 's fight proves to be rather pitiful as the drug had done a good job at taking away his strength. Gyro was helpless as the zebra steadily drew him deeper into her, cuasing her neck to bulge out with the lumps of his form. As he was pulled in further, the throat forces his forlimbs to be pushed against his sides, pinned by her thick throat muscles. All around his face, the hot drool that lined the cavern pushed into the gryphon's maw, forcing him to taste her insides whiel the scent of bile grew stronger the deeper he ventured. He should have never trusted that zebra, he just knew it, and now he was unable to escape and unable to plead to be let free. His tail lashes and his hind legs kick, but he certainly wasnt going anywhere but in.

13:45 Gypsy_ felt absolutely certain this male would satisfy as she shifting of his weight within her gave her the leverage she was in need of. Her head tilted back, straightening out the tunnel as a whole as her whole body rocked with the motions of her meal, hooves coming int settles the kicking of the fuzzy hind quarters. She didn't need to stop them, just hold them long enough until her jaws and gullet could do so for her. Within roughly two more minutes, the last three pinions of the gryphon's tail would disappear behind her jaws as they would close, and she'd get the first glimpse of her own bulging middle as the other is unceremoniously deposited into her stomach, left to splash into the rather acrid fluid already beginning to fill the rather confining chamber.

13:52 Gyro Feather feels the hsifting as his body is tilted skyward, giving him a sensation of vertigo before his snout pushes through teh chamber ahead. The fetid smell of bile rushes forward, filling his nares with the stining scent while soon enough his feathers are then lowered into the mucky slime of the mare's stomach acids. And then he continues to keep coming, as his head breaches the surface once more, begining to curl. "H-hey! Spit me up! What do you think you're doing here?!" He calls from within the stomach though his words are unasnwered as she continues to feed on him. Each gulp forces more of him into the slippery sack in which he fights as much as he can, though the tight quarters and drugs worked counter to this nature. He calls for help again, to no ones ears but his and Gypsy's as he's forced into the stomach entirely.

14:01 Gypsy_ rested back against the edge of a cot and sighed with a deal of satisfaction welling up in her, or it may have just been the faint rush of a, admittedly muffled belched as she respectfully covered her muzzle. Of course, the real matter now as her engorged frame, where now and then the gryphon's struggles could be seen in the form of popped ridges former against her body. It wasn't a first for her however, and she knew at least one way to hasten this process as she took her belly in both hooves, and for a few solid seconds, shook it a bit. Inside, the building pool of acid would be sloshed around as it began to work its own magic against her occupant, searing at feather, fur, and flesh. All she could do at this stage was close her eyes and smile, though the faint, if panicked voice she heard only made her grin broaden. "I will still rest sure in saying, all zebras aren't how I'm portarying. You've simply had a spot of luck, that's left you stuck."

14:09 Gyro Feather feels the stomach tighten around him, forcing him further into a ball as a loud belch echos out, purging him of some of his all so important air. He lets out a whimper of fear and pushes again, begging and pleading with her to let him go. "I'll do anything, just spit me up out of here..." he begs, "I'll atone...just leave me be!" Soon enough he feels the jiggling around him, sloching and making sure to force the acid over every inch of his body. THe magically enhanced acids are quick to work against his flesh, drawing off feather and into the pool while the eating away at his body. He can feel himself melting away as he calls out in pain, skin sloughing off into the mixture to reveal whats below.

14:20 Gypsy_ settles in as the sounds and sensations of her stomach churning over another successful meal. More and more her stomach would tighten over the gryphon within, curling him tighter, rippling over his form, and aiding the acid in breaking him down into the slurry within her gut. There was that moment she always had, that tinge of regret over having taken everything from another individual without giving them a proper thank you for their service, but as she pat her stomach and gave it another shake, she figured she could pass with some sort of small, naturally private ceremony. She coughed a few times due to a tickle in her throat, eventually bringing up a few smaller violet feathers. With a befused grin, she lifted them up, as well as herself, to go and place the little keepsakes in a drawer, along with the former catbird's jar.

14:25 Gyro Feather struggled for as long as he could in her belly, fighting weakly as the acid savaged his flesh and rendered him into a thick slurry of nutrients. Soon enough though the pain is enough to overwhelm him and his body goes stillinside of her shortly before she brought up a couple of keepsakes including one of his large tail feathers that identifed him as a peacock. Still it'd take a while for the mare to be done with teh poor bird, for the lumpy bulge still needed to soften and shrink away.

14:25 < Gyro Feather> (One final post and I think we're done :D

14:29 Gypsy_ feeling rather accomplished with her activities she felt that it was an excellent time to temporarily close up shop and enjoy a nice walk, perhaps see the rest of the faire grounds herself. Of course, it was still rather evident that something was amiss with her, but such was easily covered up. Gathering herself a weathered cloak for travel, and a rather fashionable shawl, she got herself cleaned up. Passing towards the entrance to her tent, she made sure to turn over the pillow for guests. And left a few incense to burn upon a stand to mask the various scents before she stepped outside. There was a mass in her belly that needed a little more time, and a jog should help that just fine.

14:30 < Gypsy_> (I've, never actually done that sort of level on digestion before, I, do hope it was acceptable.)

14:31 < Gyro Feather> (Ye you were good. I was a bit surprised when you started down that path :P

14:33 < Gypsy_> (I figured the moment you used the word 'bile', that it was implied to go that way, and rather than stop the flow to ask, I just, kind of rolled with it. With vore, I've still got a lot of steps to explore to see if they're really for me or not, heh)

14:36 < Gyro Feather> (I mean, I enjoy some medium level digestion the most, but I'll do light and hard as well :P