To Feed the Hungry on the Street

8 March 2017

23:18 Trig_silver wraps his wings around Gyro Feather. "Hey there."

23:28 GyroFeather blinks as he's wrapped up and then offers a curious look towards the brown stallion who's enveloped him. "Can...I help you?"

23:28 < GyroFeather> (sorry just noticed this)

23:33 Trig_Silver nods. "I think you can! How would you like to help feed a hungry stallion?"

23:34 GyroFeather snorts at the question and shakes his head. "I...think you have mistaken me for some chef or butler for some reason, but I am neither of those things.

23:35 Trig_silver pouts. "Aww, but I haven't had a good meal in weeks! Pllleeeease?"

23:36 GyroFeather narrows his eyes at Trig and shakes his ehad once more. "I can point you to a good place to eat, but that's about it."

23:47 Trig_silver 's belly lets out a VERY audible grumble. "What if I don't have any bits?!"

23:48 GyroFeather rolls his eyes at the pony and and then turns away. "Then I suppose you'll have to eat whatever you can find on the streets," he sayswiaht a laugh, shaking his head.

23:49 Trig_Silver Ssddenly, wraps a hoof around the back of Gyro's head, and he soon finds his beak stuffed into the hungry stallion's throat!

23:51 GyroFeather squawks loudly as he feels himself grabbed once more, before his feathered brow is redirected into the stallion's open mouth. He has barely a moment to take in the sight of the quivering pink flesh and the dripping drops of saliva before he slides in against the back of the throat. The foul breath of the pony rings out in his nostrils while hot drool runs down his beak. Hetries to pull back, only to find himself pushing against the pony's hoof, keeping him locked here as he offeres muffled words of protest.

23:57 Trig_silver keeps his wings wrapped tightly around the gryphon's midsection, pinning those wings to his sides to help prevent escape. His other hoof works to grab and pin those talons, while a powerful swallow tugs that beak into his throat, dragging Gyro's head along with it.

00:00 GyroFeather tries to flare his wings to make things more difficult on the stallion while he tries to figure out what exactly he had planned. The first loud gulp makes that all too clear though as the throat reaches forward to grab on his beak and head, pulling him into the tight rinf of the throat, where his head makes a rather large bulge. He can feel his neck pressing further into the darkness while the organic sounds of Trig's insides ring in his ear. He struggles against the hooves, turning his talons around to dig them into the soft flesh of the pegasus's forearms.

00:18 < Trig_Silver> [[I can't figure out how to start my post.]]

00:29 < Trig_Silver> [[No, just gimme a bit.]]

00:29 < Trig_Silver> [[Sorry.]]

00:52 Trig_silver grabs those squeezing talons and uses them to shove the bird further into his throat, the slimy passage wrapping around his head and squeezing around him, rippling and dragging him deeper and deeper. Trig moans out happily as he devours the bird, his cock growing stiff beneath him.

00:58 GyroFeather grunts as he's shoved deeper intot he pulsating throat of the stallion, leaving him squirming down the hot tube as it rolls over his shoulders. His forelimbs are held close to his sides now as the pressure from teh slimy lips surround him. He can smell the foul scent of the stomach wafting up the muscular throat now as he struggles or his freedom. And yet, the only direction he seems to move is down, causing more of his succulent fruity feathers to drag over the slick bumpy tongue of the stallion. His hind legs thrash now as he gives muffled incomprhensible pleas.

01:02 Trig_silver shoves forwards, neck laying out straight as it stretches out around his meal. He savours the flavour of those feathers, groaning softly around the bird as his powerful swallows drag him down faster and faster. His lips wrap around those wings, pinning them down so that he can let go of Gyro.

01:05 GyroFeather 's bulge in the stallion's throat quickly begins to approach the chest, where it starts to disapear for the moment behind his sternum. His beak then begins to push up against hte entrance to the stomach. Up ahead he can ear the chorus of gurgling and groaning, adding to the organic thrumping of Trig's heart and his steady breathing that surrounded the brid.
The gryphon feels a sinking feeling as the lips close in around his wings, holding them against hisbody while the lips make it down toeards his belly fur. How humiliating this was, eaten by a stupid bird horse.

01:16 Trig_Silver Those wings are dragged into Trig's throat next, the powerful muscles an unreleting force pulling Gyro down, bit by bit. The fetid stomach soon opens up to the gryphon, though it seems a lot less gross than you would expect. Maybe he really hasn't eaten well in weeks! Trig is rather lucky to have such a dumb and unsuspecting gryphon to chow down on~

01:20 GyroFeather makes a face as he pushes forward intot he stomach. While it seemed empty of food and bile for the moment, the powerful scent of stomach acids still asaulted his nares, making the bird cough. Finally though, he has room to shout once more and calls out, "Spit me up! What do you think you're doing?" His hinds kick in the air now while the gryphon's coin purs jingles upon his flank. Gyro's tail lashes out behind him, helpless to stop the steady progression deeper into the pony.

01:22 Trig_Silver The strap holding that purse on is casually bitten through before Trig simply tosses his head up, swallowing all the harder with gravity on his side. The gryphon sinks faster, more and more of him getting shoved into the stallion's belly, steadily stretching it out with the displaced mass.

01:26 GyroFeather wheels his hind legs as they tilt skyward while his head pushes against the bottom of the stomach. As more of his body slides into the slippery sack, he's forced to begin to curl up aginst his own slimy body while his form creates loose contours on Trig's stomach. Soon only hi shind paws and pretty tail are left outside of the stallion's mouth. "You cant do this...its not right!"

01:37 < Trig_Silver> [[Do you like it when horns are bitten off? I know someone did, but I don't remember who.]]

01:38 < GyroFeather> (I'm fine either way)

01:46 Trig_silver 's tongue wraps around those hooves and pulls them in with another gulp, then chomps down, biting off the peagryph's tail. One final, slow gulp and the gryphon is fully tucked away, his fate unavoidable now. Trig picks up that tail and tucks it under his wing, planning to use it later once he's disposed of his meal~

01:51 GyroFeather gives one final weak kick as his musky paws are licked over by the tongue, before becoming sealed away in the slippery gullet. Then, he feels a searing pain in his tail as the last six inches are bit down upon, severing it between a joint with a sickening crack. The gryphon lets out a loud howl of pain as warm blood flows from the wound into Trig's mouth, and then down his throat as he swallows.
Within moments, the bird is fully encased int he stomach as he fights against teh cramped quarters, searching for a freedom that would never come. "You bastard! Spit me out!"

01:52 Trig_Silver A loud belch sounds out as those struggles begin, the gryphon's thrashing only serving to push up more and more air. As Trig casually trots home with his squirming belly, he continues softly burping and belching, not minding that the gryphon is using up all of his oxygen~ He pats his belly as he walks and says, "Now, now. You said I could eat you! Don't get cold hooves now~"

01:57 GyroFeather feels a ringing in his ears as the loud belch sounds out, causing the walls of the stomach to close in on him, forcing the ball he was in even tighter still. The bird continues to fight in the tight chamber, even as he steadily uses up his air however, not wiling to just give up and pass on. "What? I did not! You're a monster!" He shouts as he sways in the stomach. Despite his struggles he managesto have enough air to make it all the way back to trig's house while the stomach manages to stay rather mild.

01:57 < GyroFeather> (Need he a messy dessert? or something~)

01:59 Trig_Silver More smacks to his belly respond to that indignant denial. "Now, now, you specifically told me to eat anything on the street, and guess where you were!" he elaborates. He heads into his house, kicking the door shut behind himself, before heading to the kitchen to get a slice of cake. He sits down at the table and starts to chow down on the chocolatey morsel, and soon gooey brown chunks of chewed-up food drop down onto the gryphon as his belly begins to fill with acid in earnest.

02:05 GyroFeather squawks as he feels the blow through the thick walls of the stomach, although cushioned. "WHat? NO that's not what I meant! I meant food now let me out!" Above him he can hear the noise of smacking jaws and a loud gulp, followed by something pushing down into the chamber with him. The smell of chocolate mixes with that of the bile, masking the foul scent.
Still though, he can feelt he chunks of cake pushing in between his feathers and right up against his skin, sending a shudder through his body. The bird grunts from the sensation and makes a face as the strange stickyness permiates his body. "Havnt you had enough. Ewwww...." he complains, distracted for the moment from the tingling liquid that began to fill the stomach around him.

02:24 Trig_Silver scarfs down the cake slice, altogether a rather large slice, and lets out one final burp of satisfaction while the digestive fluids ooze up higher and higher in his belly, furthe cutting off the bird's air supply as he's forced to shift upwards to keep his head above it all.

02:30 GyroFeather thrashes, throwing the juices and cake everywhere as he feels the tingling turning to burning as fur and feather alike begin to fall from his body. Another burp and he's submerged below the acids for a moment before he claws his way back to the surface. Still, even here, much of the air is already used, making the gryphon's head begin to swim from the lack of air. Only his beak remains free of the foul gunk that surrounds him, and only just, while the churning motions of the stomach keep sending some of teh bile down his own throat.

02:32 Trig_Silver The pegasus pat-pats his belly, then gets up and trots over to the sofa, shifting that belly and its fluids around the gryphon. Then he hops up onto the sofa and lays down, once more shifting his belly. No doubt by now, the gryphon will be on the verge of losing consciousness, his lungs burning from unexpectedly inhaling stomach acid and his own used-up breath. So he begins rubbing his belly with his hooves as he turns on the TV, watching some cartoons while his meal churns away inside of him, burning up and breaking down into nothing but a thick, bony slop for the pony's body to process and digest.

02:35 GyroFeather finds that he doesnt have very long left, a good thing too,a s the burning sensation has pretyt much overwhelmed his body as he's left from head to tail bare of his normal coverings. The gryphon, as Trig sits down, only lasts a couple more minutes of his weak fighting, unable now to even call out for help. The bird gives a couple final kicks as his skin begins to slough off.
Finally there's a quick thrashing as Gyro inhales a mouthful of acid in place of air, followed by the bulge finally going still, leaving him nothign more than a thing of poultry for the hungry stallion.

02:45 Trig_silver has to turn up the TV to hear it over his noisy stomach, glrking and gurrrrgling away at his meal, the stallion himself just casually enjoying himself while the gryphon's life is extinguished, then put to good use. His hooves, all the while, rub and massage at his belly, kneading the powerfully acidic goop into Gyro's corpse to break him up and work him down into nothingness. Over the next couple of hours of languid cartoon-watching, the bird is processed, squeezed down steadily into Trig's bowels, and then further worked on by his intestines, the squiggly tubes sucking all of the useful nutrients they can out of the sludge, leaving just waste, bones, and feathers. That bulge steadily shrinks and moves lower, growing flatter and more firm. By the time Trig's done watching shows, he is just about ready, heading into the bathroom. He plops himself down atop the toilet and gets to work squeeeezing out the useless parts of his meal.

_A long, low fart rips out from beneath Trig, echoing in the empty toilet. It begins to stink up the room, but Trig just flips on the fan-powered vent that cycles the air outside. He groans as he begins pushing, his tailhole starting to part as a thick, solid log of shit starts to push through. The crumbly, thoroughly-processed thing drops in small chunks into the water below, plopping noisily in the bowl. He's been through this before, so after that first push, he flushes. There's no way he's gonna clog up his own toilet! Then comes the second push, even as the bowl refills. This log is a bit more solid, though at the same time, feathers and flecks of shattered bone start becoming visible as it breaks off and falls down. The more and more he shits out, the less solid it gets, and before too long, it's starting to become downright runny.

Five flushes in and his shit is sloppy and wet. His ass trumpets out with equal volume to its reek, runny, chunky, half-digested shit splattering down into the water of the bowl below. Occsaionally, a big bone would get stuck in him, and he'd have to squeeze it out, then get off the toilet and break the bone with his plunger, just to get it into the pipes. Even at its runniest, he knows he's not done with Gyro yet, so by the time he's reached his ninth flush, he pulls that feathered tail out from under his wing and casually uses the pretty iridescent end of it to wipe his ass clean before dropping it in the toilet and giving one final flush. His belly is still round with the undigested parts of his meal, but most of it is gone now, and that's all that matters. He can now safely fly, maybe even seek out his next prey~!_