Feasting on the Feasted Gryphon

14 March 2017

23:38 Gyro Feather flutters in

23:38 Deca Simmons attempts to wave to the fluttering one.

23:39 Gyro Feather giggles as she waves in the slightly wrong direction, and then trots up to the pony. "Hello there miss, not seen you around here."

23:42 < Deca Simmons> She turns around. "Oh yeah! I'm new here! I'm Deca, I'm also blind, just gotta let ya know."

23:47 Gyro Feather frowns and tilts his head at the mare, and then just to test, waves his hand right in front of her eyes, close enough to disburb the wind near her muzzle. "Oh, blind huh? Names Gyro, I'm the prettiest peacock you never did see."

23:49 Deca Simmons she tilts her head at the air moving. "Why does everyone do that wave thing? I am totally blind. I have no idea what you ar.e"

23:52 Gyro Feather snorts as she calls him out on the wave, and then takes a seat in front of her. He grabs one of her hooves gently and brings it to his chest, to give her permission to touch over him. "Ahhh right...you have to feel things out dont you? Just be gentle on my feathers." The gryphon has a light fruity scent that wafts up off his feathers though his breath is slightly stale as it leaves his beak.

23:53 Deca Simmons she sniffs and rubs his wings. "Oh! You're a griffon! Man the griffons I've met are usually rather mean and want to like attack me because I knocked something over."

23:55 Gyro Feather relaxes as he feels the mare rubbing over his body, finding her light touch a little ticklish as it displaces his feathers. Soon enough he feels her hooves moving down to his furred body, bringing a ticklish sensation as they touch his sensitive belly. He giggles a bit and nods his head. "Yes, yes I"m a gryphon, and I suppose you havent knocked anything over of mine, so I've no reason to go at you."

23:56 Deca Simmons she giggles and pushes Gyro over and sits on him.

23:59 Trig Silver horray! He joins Deca in sitting on Gyro.

00:00 Deca Simmons she giggles. "Well now I've knocked something of yours over, so what chu gonna do about it?"

00:02 Gyro Feather squawks as he finds himself toppled over to the side, before being sat on by not just one, but two ponies. He lets out a loud growl and then narrows his eyes at her. "Nothing...though I think you have yet to get a good look at my face still," he says, obviously irritated.

00:03 Deca Simmons she giggles and pokes around at he lower belly now, maybe a little too low.

00:04 Deca Simmons would try and wave to the sexy Paradise, but misses by a mile!

00:05 Gyro Feather stiffens as he feels her hooves moving down against his sheath and gives a slight buck upwards against her. "H-hey, you're moving the wrong way."

00:05 Deca Simmons she keeps poking down a little close, not going any further though! "Hmm?"

00:10 Gyro Feather squirms beneath her now while his wings lay out against the ground. "Do you want to play with a gryphon that way then? You're trying to touch my bits."

00:11 Deca Simmons she blinks. "Oh? Sorry." She Picks up Trig and puts him aside and gets off of Gyro. "Anyway, any punishment you have I'm willing to take now!"

00:15 Gyro Feather grabs her as she tries to get up off of him and instead leads her hooves up towards his face. "Cmon...you still havnt fully gotten to know me yet~" He coos, guiding them up against his feathered brow. His beak opens up wide, waiting for her to accidentally push into his wide mouth should she go to feel him up.

00:20 Trig Silver is moved aside rather easily. After all, pegasi are quite light.

00:20 < Deca Simmons> She giggles and feels his head mostly petting his head before poking around the... Well the beak is open and her hoovies are inside the beak. Well this is interesting.

00:24 Gyro Feather purrs as he feels her poking around his feathers and then gags initially as her hooves slip into his beak, before allowing himself to get aclimated to it. He can feel her pushing into the slippery flesh at the back of his throat while his tongue curls around her hooves tasting it. He opens his beak a little wider still, eager to see just how deep she cared to look.

00:25 Deca Simmons she wouldn't go any further, pulling out a bit actually, she didn't want to go to far, she might not end up coming out the same after that.

00:27 Trig Silver watches with interest, his belly gurgling quietly at the sight of the gryphon about to be fed. And then... the mare pulls back a bit.

00:28 Gyro Feather bites his beak down upon her hooves as she starts to pull back, seizing them in place while his tongue curls around them. THen, with one quick gulp, his throat reaches forward and sealsl upon her hooves, tugging them down towards his throat, which bulges slightly with them.

00:30 Deca Simmons Squeaks! As she is pulled closer to the griffon! "O-Oh crap!" She is now basically face to face with him...

00:31 Berry Munch perks up at the sight of the mare getting familiar with the gryphon's throat. She snickers and trots over there, coming up behind Deca and sitting.

00:32 Gyro Feather 's hot breath wafts over her snout from his beak as hot drool coats over her forehooves. The gryphon says something, but his words are muffled against her body, before he takes another gulp, drawing her snout against the fleshy back of his throat.

00:32 Berry Munch grins and leans around the gryph's meal. "Hey, y'wan' some help?" she offers.

00:33 Deca Simmons squeaks once more as she wiggles her back hooves. "Noh..." She attempts to pull herself out of this, but is failing every attempt.

00:35 Berry Munch offers to the gryph, of course. Deca's just a meal, can't be helped.

00:37 Gyro Feather nods his head ever so slightly in the affirmative to the question and then with anothe rloud gulp, draws her head into his throat, where the bulge of her form can be seen through his feathers. His beak steadily creeps down her body, combing her flesh with his beak toth.

00:39 Deca Simmons she continues to wiggle about and whines. She is totally not going to get out of here now.

00:39 Berry Munch grins. "Awright!" she says, wrapping her forelegs around Deca's hips and lifting up. "Eat up, little guy! Gonna grow up big 'n strong~"

00:41 Deca Simmons whines at this now being upside down and sliding probably faster!

00:44 Gyro Feather sits forward as he feels Berry lifting up her hinds, to allow the blind mare a little better acess to his beak. Eagerly he swallows around her, pulling her deeper into the smelly sack at the base of his throat, his crop. Here it smelled strongly of fish and old food, but at least it was safe enough. The bird was just punishing her, and had no intention of sending her deeper.

00:45 Deca Simmons she whines. "Oh gosh... It smells like death in here... Oh gosh..."

00:46 Berry Munch continues feeding her into him, pressing the mare down into his gulping, swallowing throat until her assistance with balancing Deca is no longer needed. At that point, she starts to simply push down, her hooves planted firmly on the mare's rump.

00:48 Gyro Feather swallows more quickly now with Berry's help, drawing her in till the rump sinks down into his beak now, causing Berry's hooves to push slightly into the flesh as well. Down inside his chest, he can feel his 'prey' begining to curl as her hooves and face reach the back of the chamber, squeezed by the musclular walls.

00:53 Deca Simmons she whines as she just tries to get comfortable inside that place. "Oh geeze... This is tight... This isn't the stomach is it?"

00:58 Berry Munch gives Deca one more SHOVE, squeezing those flanks down into Gyro's throat. Unfortunately, the drool on that ass makes her hooves slip, pinning her hooves on either side of the mare's flanks against the lining of Gyro's throat! They're in this together, now.

00:59 Trig Silver shuffles his wings excitedly at this turn of events, pinching his hindlegs together as he hungrily leers at the three and their predicament~

01:01 < Valor Chaser III> [sub]They're aaaaaall in thiiiiis togeeeether[/sub]

01:01 Gyro Feather gulps hard as the hooves push donw upon the other's rump, and then swallows again reflexively as Berry's hooves slide into his throat, pulling her head through his beak too. The bird coughs at this sudden intrusion and gags, seeming to pause as he tries to figure out what to do. Consuming berry would certainly push Deca down past the end of his crop into his belly.

01:02 Berry Munch squirms a little as her head unexpectedly ends up in his mouth, her snout squeezing into his throat and just inches from the other mare's backside! This did not go as planned! Still, she doesn't HATE the outcome...~

01:03 Deca Simmons at this point it seems the blind mare is in for a ride.

01:09 Gyro Feather , as he hesitates can feel Berry pushing deeper into his gullet with her struggles, while the steady rythym of his throat squeezes its peristalic action, drawing her deeper still. He tries to cough her up, but the two of them work to prevent his throat from working in that direction, leading him to gulp Berry up to her belly as well. Soon enough he can feel Deca's hinds pushing through the end of his crop down towards his belly.

01:12 Berry Munch squirms in the gryphon's throat, a bottle of gin dropping out of her hammerspace as her belly gets squeezed by his beak. She continues to wriggle, unwittingly cramming herself all the deeper into his gullet! She thinks that he's intentionally swallowing her up with the other mare.

01:14 Deca Simmons whines as she feels herself get drawn down more. "Oh no... Where am I going now?!?"

01:19 Gyro Feather slips his beak down around Berry's hinds as she slides down into his beak. At this point, the gryphon realizes that its too late for Deca anwyays as her form begins to slip past where he has any control towards instead, his foul smelling belly. This one, however, he had no intention of letting up, after she'd forced the blind one down towards his belly.

01:21 Deca Simmons she wiggles about, this was going to not end well probably. "What... Is that horrible smell... Oh no... That wasn't the stomach was it?"

01:21 Trig Silver leans in close to the gryphon, rubbing at his side, and the side of his growing belly~

01:21 Berry Munch kicks her hinds in the air as she slides into his crop, still incessantly wriggling! The bulge she forms on his throat wiggles and worms around, every detail visible to all who care to gawk.

01:26 Gyro Feather soon finds Deca slips entirely out of his crop and into his belly, causing a large bulge beneath him as berry instead displaces her entirely from the slick sack. He swallows around her hinds, sealing them down into his greedy gullet. His stomach squeezes the thick slime it extrudes into Deca's body, adding a steady tingling to her fur. With one final swallow, Berry too is sealed inside as he frowns. "Yes...That's the stomach. The other mare accientally followed you down and pushed you out. GUess that means a harsher punishment for you.

01:27 Trig Silver licks his lips hungrily as he sees the mares slip fully out of sight, now nothing but squirming bulges on the gryphon's body. "Hey, you need a belly rub, Gyro?" the stallion asks.

01:28 Berry Munch sliiiides on down into Gyro's crop, curling up there, unless the bird pushes her along, too. "Wait... so'm not in your stomach?"

01:28 Deca Simmons she wiggles and whines probably not going to post much after this as she sighs and realizes she might as well accept this now.

01:33 Gyro Feather nods his head over at the stallion and stretches out onto his back while he feels the ponies inside struggling and moving around inside of him. He nods down at Berry and taps her where he thinks her nose is. "No you're not...but after that, I expect you'll be heading down that way soon enough."

01:39 Berry Munch jerks in surprise as the nose-bump. "Well, alright. I guess I'll just get comfy, then!" The bulge can then be seen curling up a little tighter, its forehooves sliding out of sight bewteen her hindlegs. She's safe, at least for now, while the mare below is doomed by her actions!

01:41 < Gyro Feather> (He's gonna get drunk once he digestes a drunk mare :P

01:41 < Berry Munch> [Heehee~]

01:42 Trig Silver pushes Gyro over onto his back, then sits atop that big, squirming belly. "Alright, time for a belly rub!" he proclaims, pinning the gryphon's talons with his forehooves.

01:48 Gyro Feather grunts as he feels the stallion sit upon his squirming bulge, and then narrows his eyes at trig as his talons are pinned to the ground. "This...doesnt seem much like a belly rub...and you're heavy."

01:48 Deca Simmons she wiggles probably one last time.

01:48 Trig Silver grins. "Not as heavy as I'm gonna be after gobbling you up, ya tasty bird~" he says, before leaning down and stuffing Gyro's face into his mouth.

01:53 Gyro Feather squawks as feels the stallion's mouth around his beak before he can react, leaving him smellign the foul drool that lingers on his face as he sputters, while his feathers become matted down with saliva. He struggles beneath trig, bucking his hips up and pulling wtih his cloaws while he's forced to reccon with the slimy sensations around him.

02:02 Trig Silver presses his chest down against those pinned talons, holding them in place and freeing at least one of his hooves, which reaches around the back of Gyro's head and pushes it upwards into his throat. His jaws open up niiice and wide to accommodate the peagryph's head, and before long his throat is gripping tightly around that beak, squeezing it hard enough to flex the hard substance and drag it deeper.

02:05 Gyro Feather winces in pain as the powerful throat squeezes upon his poor beak, causing an imense amount of pain as its brought near cracking, while another swallow drags his head in to wehre he can feel the powerful pressure upon his skull. He feels like he's been put in a vice, brining a pained moan from within his beak while he squirms to get away. He's left in darkness while his form shows out in a large bulge in the stallion's throat.

02:10 Berry Munch bites her lip, stifling her moans as she plays with herself in that crop, casually masturbating within those tight, warm confines as her predator is slowly devoured. By the end of the evening, both her and the blind mare will be nothing but pudge, through no fault of the gryphon! She remains blissfully unaware.

02:10 Trig Silver swallows again, another powerful ripple of muscle dragging that head down his throat, squeezing him and sucking him deeper. The stallion returns his hooves to making the gryphon's talons useless, holding them in place as he works his way down around Gyro's shoulders. It's a bit of a fit, but he manages it, and as his jaws creep further forwards, encroaching on that great big bulge? Those talons are pinned, letting him squish his hooves into that gut, disturbing the drunken occupant. His jaws creep up upon it, steadily working around the initial swell.

02:11 < Gyro Feather> [sub]I think berry forgot about her bottle of gin :P[/sub]

02:12 Berry Munch [sub]is a little too smashed to really care about a bottle that fell out of her hammerspace![/sub]

02:13 < Gyro Feather> (oooh she's drunk already!

02:17 Berry Munch [sub]is basically never not drunk![/sub]

02:19 Gyro Feather squirms back and forth in the grip as he's drawn deeper and deeper into the stallion. His talons dig into the pony's hooves, drawing some blood, but its not enough for him to get free of the grip. Another couple swallows and he feels the teeth around the large bulge in his chest, while the tongue disturbs his feathers. The smell grows worse the deeper he gets as he begins to ear teh stallion's stomach now, with his head pushign against the sphincter that leads in. Gyro's tail lashes and his hind legs kick, but already it was quickly becoming too late.

02:22 Berry Munch squirms against the thing pushing on her. "Hey! Cool it! Tryin' to have some quality time with m'self!"

02:24 Trig Silver swallows all the harder, nearly tugging Gyro's head off his neck. Instead, it just stretches his jaws out further, his mouth finally starting to work over that massive bulge. Another couple of powerful swallows and Gyro inches his way into relative freedom from that throat, his head finally popping through into the stallion's belly so that he's not subjected to that crushing pressure. Still, now he has to deal with the stink and reek of the predator's former meals, at least what's left of them in his stomach.

02:29 Gyro Feather gags as his head pushes through into the stomach, instantly getting himself a wiff of bile as it assaults his nose, and leaving him coughing. Down below he could hear the gurgling of the stomach, apparently still partially full of something else on top of the thumping of the heart. The bird coughs as the stench stings his throat while he feels a crushing pressure in his chest against his lungs as the mare inside is compressed as well. He can feel his own bones straining with teh force.

02:35 Berry Munch squeals as that pressure forces her whole hoof into her vagina, stretching her out and squishing her winking clit. "Ahhh! K-keep going!" she moans, unaware of the peril she's in.

02:43 Trig Silver continues gulping and swallowing, groaning in delight as he feels that huge double-pony bulge working its way into his throat, squeeeezing the bird's chest down into his stomach to force him into that stinging goop. He drools heavily over the bird's feathers, slicking them up so that each gulp and every few inches is just a little bit easier~

02:46 Gyro Feather feels almost sick as the stallion's throat begins to squeeze upon his full stomach where the blind mare had already started to become nothing more than food. The pressure puts much force upon his top sphincter, causing him to let out a belch that forces a little bit of chyme up into the same chamber that Berry is in. He clenches his eyes shut as he's forced into the mess of liquid, feeling bits of who knows what sticking into his feathers as he's pushed down into the sludge. Some of the foul meaty bitter bile seeps into his beak, biting at his tongue as he struggels for freedom.

03:01 < Gyro Feather> ( trig silver )

03:03 Trig Silver keeps going, working his jaws over that great big gut. Just a little farther and he's at the peak~ Of course, the more he squeezes it into himself, the more it shifts away from him from sheer pressure alone. Still, that pressure cannot best his swallowing, and as the moments pass, he manages to wrap his mouth around that bulge properly, now far less resistance offered to his jaws.

03:08 Gyro Feather breaks the surface once more, sputtering and coughing as more of his body fills out into the stomach, with his own gut now tucked away behind Trig's throat muscles, leaving only his hinds an dtail thrashing around in the pony's jaws. "S-spit me up!" He calls out weakly while he's forced to curl up aginst his crop, putting pressure on the mare deep wihtin him. He grunts with pain from all the pressure, while more vomit pushes up to join Berry in his crop.

03:09 Berry Munch is glad she climaxed earlier, because her situation is quickly becoming a lot grosser than she'd expected! The gryph's crop starts to fill up with stinging goop, laden with partially-digested remains of the mare she accidentally pushed deeper. This isn't looking food for her!

03:09 Berry Munch good*

03:11 Trig Silver flexes his powerful throat muscles, squashing the gryphon's full belly and forcing it deeper into his body, his neck and chest impossibly bulged out from the massive meal. Almost... there...! He takes a moment to playfully slurp the gryphon's cute little sheath before the next gulp sucks that into his throat, too.

03:15 Gyro Feather shudders as he feels the lick upon his sheath, causing it to twitch a couple times while its coated in drool, but not enough to bring much further response. As his hips enter into the throat, the pressure behind them grows much more powerful, making his legs move much quicker down the tight tube. Gyro can feel the rest of his stomach pushing out against him down, forcing him to acclimate to the uncomfrotable bulges of the two ponies deep inside of his form. "T-this isnt a belly rub! Let me go!"

03:15 < Scribbles von Belfry> Well, I'm glad I found out this room exists.

03:17 Trig Silver licks across those hindpaws, curling his tongue around them, then using that tongue to grip and pull them down with his next swallow, the twitching things vanishing past his lips. All that's left outside now is that pretty tail. He peers over at Scribbles and waves laboriously, struggling around his enormous meal. Finally, that tail gets slurped up, vanishing from this world as an especially powerful final swallow CRAMs everything down into his belly. He lets out a wet belch as he finishes his meal, then goes limp there on his back, swollen belly squishing down atop him.

03:20 Scribbles von Belfry throws Trig a wave in return. [sub]Now is the time to spectate, methinks.[/sub]

03:23 Gyro Feather laughs and quivers as the tongue tickles over his sensitive soles, kicking out randomly as best as he can, before suddenly finding himself shoved all the way down the back of the throat. Soon enogh, those and his tail join him in the stomach, where he's rendered essentially immobile, and as the burp deprives him of even more air, he feels the stomach contract around him. The foul mushy liquid he found himself bathing in permeated his feathers and pushed up against his skin, leaving his body tingling as he struggles for even a little bit of movement inside.

03:26 Trig Silver isn't having much better luck with moving, his big, overstuffed belly weighing him down and preventing him from even rolling over onto his side! He's gonna need a lot of belly rubs, himself, if he wants to walk any time soon~

03:27 < Scribbles von Belfry> [sub]... Might that be a hint...?[/sub]

03:27 Trig Silver certainly will! Especially if his little scribe friend gets to rubbing!

03:29 < Lemon_Drop> Lotsa stuff goin on here today

03:29 Trig Silver 's stomach acids are rather dilute with the size of his meal and the contaminants still digesting within them, but that's being remedied as quickly as his body can manage as more of the goop oozes out all around Gyro, steadily soaking fresh acids into his feathers, singing them off to expose his skin!

03:32 Gyro Feather finds himself rather helpless to even struggle curled up as he is, instead forced to lie in the pool as it steadily grows around him. He calls out even more frantically for his freedom, though it seems to land itself on deaf ears. Was this Karma for eating the other tow ponies? His back is the first to feel itsielf in quite a bit of pain as feathers fal away into the soup, leavingt his bare flesh, which stings with each passing second, in a patch that grows larger still.

03:30 Scribbles von Belfry simply trots, neigh, saunters over to the overencumbered Trig, laying down in just the right position to slip one foreleg beneath his head. The other does its best to stroke and rub against that gargantuan, squirming bulge. "... [sub]Yeesh, you went all-out, huh?[/sub]"

03:31 Trig Silver reaches over and grabs the bottle of gin that Berry dropped, uncorking it and swinging it up to his lips. Gulp gulp. He puts it down, grimacing at how much he accidentally drank. Then he thppppts at Scribbles and says, "Yeah. Couldn't help seeing that little stuffed gryphon and not gobble him up~"

03:33 Gyro Feather does, though, soon notice the stench of alcohol as that rushes down inside, burning at his nares, though as more of it comes in to join him, he feels himself growing woozy from the fumes which work to leave the bird drunk, dulling his pain.

03:34 Scribbles von Belfry chuckles. "Well, you know what I always say about balance, penance and the like~." He shoots Trig a knowing grin, just stroking and stroking his little hoof upon that big belly.

03:35 Trig Silver offers the bottle to Scribbles. "Want a drink?" he suggests, his own hooves pressing down against the slowly-squirming bulge of the gryphon inside. Muffled shouts come from within, but they're too indistinct to make out.

03:36 Scribbles von Belfry blinks, leaning in to sniff at it. "... What's'is then? Booze? Potion?" He inspects the bottle, seeming quite... Discerning today.

03:36 Trig Silver can imagine that the alcohol in his digestive juices gets into the gryphon's blood through the growing wound on his back, too. The acids, diluted though they may be by the alcohol and former meals, eats into his skin, burning it raw before simply dissolving it away. The feathers fall off faster and faster as the secreted juices from above roll down his body, eating away everything as fall to join the rest of the puddle. Three hoofprints press in aainst the gryphon's flank, rubbing at him and working those acids deeper into his fur to make another burnt spot.

03:38 Trig Silver checks. The bottle, indeed, has no identifying label, but he elucidates Scribbles anyhow. "By the taste of it, gin. Though, whether you get a drink or not, I've got a particular little 'situation' that could use your special attention, Scribbles~"

03:39 Gyro Feather cries out again as more wounds begin to open up across hsi body from the acid bath which creeped up around him. THe pain at his tail hole and sheath is the worst as the acids work to eat away at those sensitive parts, which were not even protected by fur, though that's quickly becoming useless at protecting him too as the fur falls off to float in the juices like his feathers. His creaming grows louder as the pain runs through his body. Skin comes off as the hooves massage against his flesh and as muscles weaken, his bulging crop and stomach threaten to tear from his body.

03:40 Scribbles von Belfry squints at the bottle, before giving a little shrug and taking a nip of his own. "Oof. Stronger than expected..." He taps his barrel a couple times, before quirking a brow. "Huh? Whaddaya need me for?"

03:43 Trig Silver wiggles his hindlegs, shifting his belly side to side unintentionally. "Well, y'know what Blitz always says you're so good at~" he remarks. Indeed, if Scribbles were to inspect, the stallion has a raging hard-on from having devoured such an enormous meal!

03:43 Trig Silver can only assume that the mare has drowned by now, given how tight a fit it was and the fact that she went in head-first before the gryphon's crop flooded with his own digestive juices. Either way, in just a few moments, that over-stretched skin is going to rupture and add a lot of nastiness to his current bath~

03:47 Gyro Feather shudders as both his stomach and crop rupture forth, spilling a full mare out of one, and the half digested corpses out of the other, while his own stomach contents mix in with his body. Now trig's juices flow up into his body cavity, mixing with his heart and lungs. The bird is in a world of pain, and certainly does not have too terribly long now bevoer he finally passes on.

03:49 Trig Silver 's belly shudders suddenly as something happens inside, but he pays no mind, still just rubbing away with his forehooves.

03:50 Scribbles von Belfry blinks, having to cant himself back to see past that bulging belly. He gives a little snrk, though, shooting a snarky little smirk over to Trig. "Yes, sahib~." he jests, before popping the bottle down next to the overfed pony's head and sauntering around and over. Given a few moments, he'd feel lips press to, then surround said raging hard-on. He takes no prisoners, does it efficiently!

03:50 Trig Silver moans softly, then takes another swing of the drink. His cock develops a bead of slimy pre at its tip, just for Scribs~

03:52 Trig Silver sends another mouthful of alcohol down to meet the gryphon, shortly after that stomach spills out all over him, bathing him not only in the half-digested remains of his past meal, but his own digestive juices! For Trig, the only thing that could be better now is if somepony were to cock vore another, then pump the remains down his throat to mix with the gryphon and his dissolving corpse~

03:53 < Trig Silver> Don't forget to keep rubbing my belly! I don't wanna be stuck like this all night, y'know. Lots of hungry ponies around here, and worse!

03:54 Gyro Feather lasts only about a minute longer after his belly gives like that, opening up his cavity to the full brunt of everything. His heart gives out, spilling its bood everywhere, and suddenly the gryphon slumps, joining the same state as the other prey in the stallion's stomach, just hunks of meat to be dissolved and dealt with later.

03:55 Scribbles von Belfry might be seen rolling his eyes, before a pair of hooves begin working that belly from the other side. He slurps said pre right-quick, spreading it about both maw and shaft. He picks up the pace in response, working that tongue and pressing the tip against his gullet over and over.

04:01 Trig Silver certainly does not see those eyes rolling! Still, he gently squeezes his hindhooves in around Scribbles as that sucking continues, moaning out happily. After a few moments, the movement in his belly seems to stop, short of the gentle vibration of his body working over its meal, not to mention the noisy glurping and glorping~

04:06 Scribbles von Belfry finds himself encouraged, dragged closer and hugged by Trig's hinds, the particularly-little blue stallion simply continuing his multitude of ministrations. He kicks it up another notch by plunging that tip right into his throat. The "Best Cock-Sucker", as he's been called on many an occasion, flexes those dong-slurping muscles, soon simply taking Trig to the hilt.

04:13 Trig Silver groans happily as his cock plunges into that throat, curling his hindhooves against the back of Scribbles' head. "Ahhhn~ That's the spot~" he moans, his gut gurgling loudly around the dead meat inside.

04:18 Scribbles von Belfry is held tight, his muzzle practically welded to Trig's pubic tuft. Nevertheless, he works as best he can, swallowing consistently to keep up some nice, even stimulation. His tongue? It strokes back and forth, side to side, simply keeping the hilt nice and slick as he tries to push Trig over the edge mid-rubs.

04:21 Trig Silver thinks Scrib should give him some credit. It takes a [b]little[/b] bit more than that to make him-- oh, no, nevermind. There he goes twitching and moaning, shooting his thick load into Scribbles' throat.

04:23 Scribbles von Belfry locks himself right down, closing his eyes and letting each and every thick spurt pour directly into him. His rubbing ceases for the time being, just so he can concentrate on making sure Trig's good and spent. He keeps his throat, his cheeks and his tongue working throughout, draining the digesting pone of everything he's got. [sub]While he appreciates that Trig's got a lot of willpower, do remember that he's dealing with the "Best". Apparently.[/sub]

04:26 Trig Silver can attest to this skill! His hinds let go of Scribbles' head, though his hooves remain curled up in pleasure as the last of his load empties out into the stallion's throat. Soon after, trig manages to pass out from exhaustion and food coma.

04:39 Scribbles von Belfry is finally given some room! Room which he uses to drag his head back and forth a few more times, drawing that last scant bit of seed forth. Then, after he's sure Trig's spent, he makes a show of dragging his head aaaaaall the way back. He goes at a leisurely, almost-languid pace, letting each glistening inch slip forth until the flare meets his lips. With a tug, then a pop, he's free! [sub]Victory breath [b]GAAAAAAAASP[/b][/sub] He then cuddles the sleeping pony as he drifts off, himself.

04:26 Trig Silver sleeps soundly while hie processes his two pony one gryphon meal, which steadily shinks over the course of over a day, though much of it comes to rest against hips now as all that was usable has been used up. As he waks, he rolls over, compressing his gut with a wailing groan and several snaps coming from within it. "Guh... Fucking fat ass... Come on..." His gut still groans and gurgles, growing impatient as the pressure within his bowels grows, bulging out his plump tailhole as He desperately holds it all in. "Gruh... Just a second..." He whines, a painful clenching gripping his gut as He tries to get a stable footing. "Okay... Just gotta... Reeelllaaaaaxxxx..." He practically moans, arching his head back as He does just that, his tailhole loosening and letting out a long, bassy rumble just before the first thick brown log slides to freedom, plopping heavily into the toilet. This is followed by another... And another... Each one speckled with white specks some pink and blue feathes and fur. "Urf... Guess my gut was pretty hard on you... Not even a skull... That feather might be nice though..." He grins, reaching down to daintily pluck the peacock feather free from the soft muddy material. "I'll wash them later..." He says, about to say more before another contraction rips into him, a rippling rumble leaving his twitching asshole and splattering flecks of scat across the grass, followed by a softer set of logs, this one including less powdered bone and more bits and pieces, leaving as a single, groan-inducing movement that leaves his anus stretched for longer than He'd expected... Before suddenly stopping, making the fat legend grunt and push against his fat gut. "Nnmgh... Gotta be... That skull..." He murmurs, before grunting and pressing harder on his stomach, that skull, clearly a ponies's, literally pops out of his ass and sinks halfway into the pile beneath him, which He fiHes out and sets in a large nest of toilet paper. "Whew... Stinks now..."
Moments later He's pushing again, more slimy butt-fudge splattering wetly into the mess. This time around there were whole bones, entire femurs and ribs sliding out of his irritated tailhole, even a pelvis. "Nmgh... Fuuuccckk..." He groans out, another bassy blast of foul air launching a pair of antlers into that pile, the skull spilling out in pieces wrapped in shit afterwards. "Whew... That hurt a little coming out..." He pants out, reaching down to snag the other pony's skull as another trophy.

Only seconds later He's back to letting it all loos. This time He was passing a single, extra thick log. This single loaf of slimy shit nearly piled up to where it nearly tuouched his tail hole. He'd painfully grunted and shot a couple more bones into the pile. "Mmnph... Sexy gryphon... Told you I'd let you out~ You look better as a pile of my shit anyways~" He giggles. With that teh wanders off, leaving the massive mess for all to see.