Sleeping in the Wrong Part of Town

5 April 2017

23:00 < Waning Crescent> well i'd be avoiding any place with other ponies as a matter of course...

23:01 < Gyro Feather> Cool, are to make the starting post then? Usually I insist on prey starting, since well...the pred closes.

23:02 < Waning Crescent> i admit that i'm not so good at setting up scenes, more interested in the interactions than the trappings

23:02 < Gyro Feather> Ah well...just start something and we'll go from there ^^;

23:06 Waning Crescent was lounging quietly in a secluded section of a local park, in a distinctly non-pony town, as she had little patience for the hyperactive day to day dramas. she had settled into a small clearing with a book, sprawled out in the shade and looking much like she was about to doze off.

23:09 Gyro Feather had decided that today would be a most wonderful day to go on a walk through the local park in the gryphon district of the town. He gently prances over the pathway, until he spots a pretty mare laying across a park bench, reading. He tilts his head and moves on over, curious becuase hardly ever did they venture into this park. His shadow announces his presence before he makes a noise, casting down over her head and her book.

23:13 Waning Crescent simply glances up, her eyes lidded a bit as she had been rather close to nodding off before the arrival of the gryphon, as you get close you can observe that she's quite a lot larger than your typical pony, easily taking up the entirety of the bench with her long legs and then some, she looks at you and acknowledges your presence with a rather confused "hmm...?"

23:17 Gyro Feather offers the mare a grin and takes a seat down on the edge of the bench lip, leaning back over her rump to put his back against the cool steel of the chair back. "Oh just wanted a bit of a rest from my hard jogging. Though, I must say, it is interesting to see a pony out along these routes...we dont get too many of those around here..." He mentions, drawing a talon down her side.

23:20 Waning Crescent starts to blush faintly as you lean back against her rather plump rear "n..not surprising.... most tend to stick together in loud annoying groups... i like the quiet myself" the mare's soft hide shivering lightly under that talon as you stroke across the soft blue fur

23:24 Gyro Feather grins at her and chuckles. "You're a pretty brave mare too, surely you've heard the stories those ponies tell about use around here. Though they're probably false. If as many ponies as they said disapeared, well the guards would clean this place out I'm sure." His claw moves down her side now, roaming across her supple inner thighs

23:28 Waning Crescent would huff softly at that "i have lived here for years... nothing of note tends to really happen... besides, i wouldn't know what other ponies say, because i don't like being around them..." her hind leg would twitch lightly in response to the wandering claw, the mare clearly not bothered by it, despite having just met the gryphon

23:33 Gyro Feather hums at that and leans down to offer a far more invasive nibble on her ear before staring over her shoulder down at her book, trying to make out what it was. "Oooh, is that a steamy romance novel you've got there?" He asks, taking a gamble at what he expects such a pony to be reading.

23:36 Waning Crescent squeaks quietly at the nip on her sensitive ear, she responds by shoving it it against your beak, it appears to be a book regarding gemcutting, geometry and structures for splitting and refracting light and/or magic for various purposes

23:40 Gyro Feather blinks as he gets a facefull of advanced magic and then gives a shake of his head, biting his beak. "Wow...I suppose I wouldnt call that very light reading at all. But...you look like you could use a break anyways. Why dont you set that book down and let me take care of you~" The gryphon coos, moving his talons up her barrel to hwer shoulders where he begins to gently massage her.

23:43 Waning Crescent nods quietly, plucking a blade of grasp from the ground and shoving it in the book as a makeshift marker, before setting it down, the mare still feeling a little drowsy from the long read, and not terribly adverse to a bit of a distraction, despite being rather quiet, her body makes all manner of subtle twitches and shivers at the touch

23:47 Gyro Feather climbs his hinds up on the bench to mount her while his talons remain at her shoulders, rubbing into the tense knotted flesh. Gyro's weight comes down to rest on top of her, holding her against the bench while his tail twitches behind him. he kneads in gentle soothing motions while a soft rumble of a purr can be felt through his chest.

23:47 < Gyro Feather> (Hmmm what better time to use a mare than when she's sleeping? :P

23:48 < Waning Crescent> (that's something i enjoy... yes...)

23:49 < Gyro Feather> (thats why I suggested it :P

23:51 Waning Crescent squeaks again as she feels the male press against her back rather suggestively, her blush starting to slowly creep upwards along her muzzle as she gets pinned down against the bench. those unseen breasts lightly grinding against the cool metal and making her shiver

23:55 Gyro Feather brings his beak down to press into the small of her neck, breathing in her lovely scent while his talons push over her shoulder blades. His warm breath wafts down through her fur as he speaks, ruffling the tufts, "Just relax, let yourself go and just enjoy the sensations~"

23:58 Waning Crescent lays her head back down, enjoying the feeling of your warm body pressing against hers, the mare's well cared for mane smelling faintly of peach and lavender, along with her own distinct, feminine scent.

00:05 Gyro Feather gently rubs his entire body back and forth on top of her, shifting his weight over her muscles. One of his talons leaves her shoulder and moves up to her chin, stroking beneath it against the lay of the fur. "Mmmm thats it, thats it...dont be afraid to drift off if you do...I'll watch over you...."

00:10 Waning Crescent nods lightly, pressing her muzzle into your talons gently as her eyes start to close. the mare occasionally making a small, indistinct noise as she feels the gryphon's sheath grinding along her lower back, along with the rest of you, she is quite tired, and the soothing attention is making her feel even more so

00:15 Gyro Feather curls his talon around her muzzle and strokes over the top of her snout. He feels her breathing slowing and growing deeper beneath him as he keeps up the soothing motions. He was certainly looking forward to a bit of fun once this mare finally passed out. He could tell she was going to make the most excellent toy~

00:18 Waning Crescent didn't take long to finally drift off, letting out a low sigh as she settles into a contented sleep with the male on top making for a quite lovely blanket to help her rest

00:24 Gyro Feather finally feels the mare go limp before him and grins from end to end. His motions grow far more deliberate and lewder as he grinds his hips forward against her rump, teasing at his shaft till he felt it begining to plump out. His tail lashes before him, growing quicker as he eagerly begins to spill from his sheath.

00:27 Waning Crescent mumbles lightly in her sleep, still blushing lightly as the warm appendage begins to expand and slide up between those plump cheeks and against her tail, her hind legs fidgeting at the feeling of how warm it is against her

00:29 Gyro Feather ducks a talon beneath his body and shoves her tail up and out to the side as he continues to grow. His pointed shaft pushes right up against her supple lips that rim her mound as he pushes himself forward. The moist flesh brings a shuder to the gryphon, finally causing him to reach full mast, while sweet pre leaks from his tip.

00:33 Waning Crescent wriggles lightly under you, the plump, teardrop-shaped vulva spreading open slowly around the intrusion as it begins to sink into the intense, inviting warmth of her body. the passage already mildly slick, betraying that the earlier attention had indeed gotten her rather aroused, the musky fluid easing your passage ever deeper into her body

00:42 Gyro Feather coos softly as he pushes his thick pulsing shaft deeper into her, spreading the tunnel out while the quivering walls squeeze and stretch around him. He takes long slow breaths, easing forward, till his thick knot rested right at the entrance, big enough that its certain to be a squeeze to get inside.

00:46 Waning Crescent whimpered softly in her sleep, feeling the girth press onwards into her belly, spreading open the snug inner walls as they lightly clench at the throbbing member. you can smell the distinct, earthy musk of her body growing stronger, the pheromone rich musk almost making your nose tingle

00:48 Gyro Feather can feel her slick juices running donw his shaft to his heavy orbs before dripping off one of them while the warm feminine scent fills his nostrils. After having given her a couple moments to grow used to his thick member, the gryphon slides himself out all the way, before giving a heavy thrust forward. He grunts and his knot pushes against the entrance, spreading it open some, but not yet enough t slip in.

01:03 Waning Crescent squirmed under you lightly as the shaft began to bury itself into that fertile musk once again, the mare making a faint "eep" and mumbling more in her sleep, suggesting she's probably having a rather interesting dream, spurred on by your eager mounting of the unconscious equine. the inner walls would flutter lightly over your shaft as you press that knot against her, the many muscles within gripping and pulsing over you in sync with the light wriggling of her hind legs

01:13 Gyro Feather 's thrusts grow faster now as he pulls out again and pushes forward, causing the tunnels to squelch with teh suction of his shaft leaving. He lets out a soft moan of his own from teh pleasurable sensations running over the pulsating rod. Each push causes his knot to slip in a little deeper, until finally with a lewd pop it slides into place, stretching out teh mare's nether lips to their extents as it slides inside. The sensation of tying is enough to cause the gryphon to pause for a moment, getting used to the new tightness.

01:17 Waning Crescent groaned and arched her back as the large, throbbing bulge locked itself into her sex, making sure even if she were to wake up, she wouldn't be able to extract herself from the shaft until it had finished attempting to breed the mare. the plump vulva would begin to wink uncontrollably, stimulating the knot with those muscular contractions, her clitoris pressing against your sack with each soft wink

01:24 Gyro Feather tries to pull it out to rut her with it, but her muscles contract a little too hard for him to extract himself. Instead teh gryphon statisfies himself with rocking himself back and forht insides of her, until finally he feels himself reach his peak. A birdlike piaow leaves his beak as he gives his feral cry while his body shudders and tenses. Thick ropes of hot sticky seed spurt forth, filling up her womb with his potent cum as it shoots out of him, filling her with warmth.

01:30 Waning Crescent shudders under you and groans softly, feeling that heavy spray of hot fluid invading her deepest depths, forcing past the barrier within and into her womb, each pulse of your release sending a new wave into her body, making her wriggle and whine beneath you. the chamber within would stretch slightly at the amount of fluid being released, swirling deep within her as the seed begins it's work of exploring within her most intimate depths

01:33 Gyro Feather 's knot swells up within her, sealing thier bond even more tightly and keeping all the seed trapped within the warm tunnel. Soon enough though the gryphon finishes and collapses on top of the sleeping mare, panting softly while his tail flicks behind him. He's left there, enjoying his afterglow while the mare lies beneath him, unaware for the moment what's gone and happened.

01:47 Waning Crescent could still most certainly feel it, even if she is in no state to comprehend it. that knot keeping her trapped throbbing within her body, claiming her, keeping her from escaping as that potent seed works within her, seeking to claim her body as yours even further, though even if it were to succeed at it's task, it wouldn't matter much once her captor had properly recovered

01:51 < Gyro Feather> (I'm growing really tired...I should probbaly bed for work tomorrow...at least we finished the first half ^^

01:52 < Waning Crescent> (sigh....okay hun.....)

01:52 < Gyro Feather> (sorry...really I am

01:53 < Waning Crescent> (i was just really looking forward to getting churned up in your hot gut...)

01:53 < Gyro Feather> (It'll happen! Just tomorrow

01:54 < Waning Crescent> (i hope so.... though i can't be sure my energy will be cooperative...)

18:27 < Gyro Feather> (hiya mare~

18:27 < Waning Crescent> (h..hey hun...)

18:28 < Gyro Feather> (How're you feelin?

18:28 < Waning Crescent> (alright at the moment...)

18:29 < Gyro Feather> (Did you feel up for continuing?

18:29 < Waning Crescent> (y..yes... i do...)

18:39 Gyro Feather gently strokes a talon over her body, half wondering if the cute mare was going to wake up any time soon. His knot twists as he moves, brining a shudder through his body as he breathes' heavily. It'd be a little bit indeed that they'd have to wait for that lump to free up enough to slip free while the motion of her tunnels against him bring a soft pleasure to his body.

18:41 Waning Crescent was always a rather heavy sleeper, even with her little twitches and fidgets as that fertile seed swirls within her womb, her body continues softly winking around that shaft, squeezing and stimulating the knot keeping her bound to you

18:48 Gyro Feather finds himself lacked tight for about the entireity of his afterglow as his shaft finally shrinks enough that he can pull it free with an audible pop. In the mean time, his stomach does give a major growl of hunger, and his eyes settled down over his meal. A little bit of drool drips from his beak, splashing down onto her fur as he shifts there licking his beak. How very tasty she did look.

18:51 Waning Crescent was of course, oblivious to this, as she was having a rather pleasant dream of being bred by a rather large feral canine, and getting a quite full belly, her tail twitched softly, almost invitingly as you gazed over her plump, fatty rear, mumbling something about how the licks tickle as saliva drips onto her

18:54 Gyro Feather slides on off of the bench towards her hinds as he extricates his warm body from on top of her. The heat and pressure leaves her, but its pretty evident she's still stuck sleeping heavy anyways. His beak moves to her earthy hooves and then opens wide, letting the hot humid breath breathe over them before the gryphon sticks his beak around them, till they squish at the back of his throat.

18:58 Waning Crescent squirms ticklishly as the flesh slides over her rear hooves, enveloping them in the hot saliva, and adding a new scene to her rather interesting dreams. the mare giggling softly and playfully asking the gryphon to stop, too immersed in her dream to really comprehend what was happening

19:04 Gyro Feather licks over her soles, digging deep into her frogs while his tail flicks back and forth behind him. Suddenly, the gryphon gulps, drawing them into the quivering pulsating tunnely beyond the back of his beak. Her hooves can be seen bulging out in his neck while he pushes forward, steadily sliding up around her ankles. He had to work quickly, just to make sure that his meal wouldnt wake up before she was locked in.

19:08 Waning Crescent gently kicked her hooves, letting out a playful little squeal as the intensely warm flesh envelops her sensitive frogs, sliding up over her ankles and enveloping more of her legs, the muscles fluttering over her to draw them in ever deeper, the smell of their mixed musk growing much stronger as your beak sits behind her well used rump, giving you a clear view of your handiwork dribbling out of her

19:15 Gyro Feather pauses for a second as he hears the squeal, his body quivering before he realizes that oh, she was just reacting in his sleep. In that case, he just continues on, tasting over her lovely mixture of flavores as he creeps up her thighs till the tip of his beak is burried right in her dripping nethers. He pauses there for a second, enjoying the view and the scent whie his tongue extends out to taste the lovely juices that drip free from her gaping hole.

19:20 Waning Crescent fidgets at that invading beak, hind legs sliding against each other within your throat, almost as if she was struggling against those muscles engulfing her. the mare groaning and pressing back to grind herself gently against the tongue pressing into her, it becomes rather apparent this close, that the mare has been in estrus for quite a long time, her own aversion to others of her kind leaving her very, very pent up and receptive to advances from species she is actually attracted to, not that it would matter fairly soon

19:26 Gyro Feather chuckles a bit as he feels her grinding back against him, a light noise that vibrates the legs burried in his throat. Then, his beak opens wider and he slides it up over her rump cheeks, steadily gulping to work her deeper. Her hooves reach his crop now, forcing her to begin to curl up in the base of his throat, while the hungry creature works himself back and forth over her. A sheen of drool glistens off her right at the edge of his beak before it disapears into the yellow.

19:29 Waning Crescent would continue to wriggle softly as her rump sinks into that pleasantly warm embrace, hind legs folding and curling against her as you consume her ample rump, her hidden sheath and teats dragging along your tongue before disappearing into the ravenous gullet, leaving the mare's front half still protruding from your beak

19:36 Gyro Feather feels his chest begining to curl out with the form of the mare, though he knew for sure that with her being bigger than him by a little bit, he'd not fit her all in one chamber. He concentrates on his crop, allowing the musles at the end to relax so that her legs begin to push down itno the slippery tube. His tongue curls down around her belly, leaving it matted with his spit, before he swallows again. Waves of muscles drag her deeper with each passing second as her chest moves in towards his greedy beak.

19:44 Waning Crescent huffs softly, groaning out as those muscles massage and knead against her rump, the pale pink tip of her shaft starting to peek out, and grind lightly against the walls of that crop, the unconscious mare starting to grow more aroused by the constant kneading and squeezing of flesh over her, had she been awake she'd be struggling for very different reasons, though the arousal and embarrassment the dreaming mare is experiencing makes her wriggle and squirm all the same

19:51 Gyro Feather 's crop muscles grab upon her hind hooves and drawn them down towards the second chamber beyond. Meanwhile, the gryphon folds Waning Crescent's hooves down against her chest and works her forelegs down teh gullet alongside her front half. Now his breath pushes up against her neck, disturbing it with humid wind that clings to the fur while his hot smelly breath is close neough to be felt on her nostrils. THe gryphon brings his talon up now to play across her face, hoping perhaps to wake her up for one last view into the world.

19:55 Waning Crescent began to stir in her sleep, between the feeling of that hot flesh kneading at her sensitive rump, and the hot stink of your breath, she starts to open her eyes drowsily, and let out a confused, half-awake mumble. her shaft fully exposed from it's sheath and scraping along the side of of the passage as her rump gets shoved into the churning slime in the second chamber "hmmm..?"

20:03 Gyro Feather hears her begin to stir and then chuckles around his rather unfortunate catch. His eyes glance down towards his book and he grabs it getting a bit of an idea, whil ehis second talon continues to nudge her awake. He could feel the flesh begining to curl and bulge out in his hot belly while the remains of his breakfast churns against her hooves. Grinning wide, he waits for her to speak so that he can stuff the edge of the book into her mouth.

20:06 Waning Crescent has a few brief moments thinking she's still dreaming, before her eyes snap open at the feeling of that hot, unpleasant mush squishing up into her hooves, the mare squirming more forcefully and letting out a "wha-?" in shocked surprise

20:11 Gyro Feather wastes no time and shoves that book into her jaw, twisting it back and forth to try and get her to be forced to swallow it. Afterall, he didnt want to leave any evidence behind, and well, maybe she'd enjoy that company. The gryphon's tail thrashes back and forth behind him in excitement as he feels her begining to wake up and squirm, knowing that this was all for not as she'd never be able to escape his stomach without him letting her.

20:14 Waning Crescent gags roughly as the book is forced into her maw, reflex taking over as she starts to uncontrollably swallow, dragging the thick bound book little by little as she tries to kick her kind legs in the cramped chamber with little success, the situation made even more humiliating by the digested much swirling under her tail, over her well-used sex and shaft as your stomach walls eagerly molest her rump

20:18 Gyro Feather keeps from swallowing as she lingers there, making her take the book down, wating for him to feel the bulge of the hard leather back pushing against his own gullet as it moves towards her stomach. Meanwhile the mushy goop of his breakfast rubs up against her sex, pushing partialy inside the shmaber while the kneading walls of the stomach squeeze her tip into the mare's slippery stomach. The churning contractions come frequently, making sure her hind half is left bathing in the thick goop that filled his belly.

20:24 Waning Crescent coughs and gags as the heavy book clears her throat and begins it's slow descent towards her own stomach, her struggles briefly disrupted from being forced to ingest the heavy, several inch thick mass of paper and cloth. despite being thoroughly aware what is happening to her, that plump vulva continues to wink, drooling the fertile, estrus scented musk to mix in with the digested slop as it is forced, little by little up into her belly, her overstimulated shaft now quite fully erect, and prodding at the walls of your churning, slimy gut

20:31 Gyro Feather feels the strange bulge as the tome presses out even within his own neck and then begins to resume swallowing her. His beak creeps up over her and then around her head, framing her view int eh hard yellow beak and the pulsating pink flesh that lines it. His tongue briefly lifts up to kiss over her snout, before then shoving her backwards. Then with a clack of his beak and a heavy gulp he sends her down, sealing her away in his digestive tube. More of her body slips into his belly now, causing it to expand out in front of him. Though, he knows a part of her will be left in his crop until enough of her melts away. "Hmmm you were lovely my dear, I cant wait to finish feelig you curl up~" He coos, closing his eyes and reveling in the sensations.

20:36 Waning Crescent tries to kick out against the cramped chamber, the rippling, kneading flesh restricting her movement, keeping her legs pinned so she can't properly resist. you can hear muffled whines and protests from within your throat as she is rather roughly forced down, until the large mare has disappeared completely from sight within the very full gryphon. she can feel that passage between the two chamber squeeze at her chest, keeping her forelegs pinned as her rump forces down into the former meal

20:37 < Waning Crescent> (i admit to having a weak spot... knowing what the meal used to be... especially if it's being forced up into me..)

20:44 < Gyro Feather> (It'll probably be mundane unless you really want it not to be :P

20:44 < Waning Crescent> (more humiliating if it isn't...)

20:46 < Gyro Feather> (Hmm alright ^^

20:50 Gyro Feather traces the bulge she makes till it comes to rest in his crop, grinning all the while like a cat who swallowed a canary. He hops up onto the bench, laying back, and letting his belly and crop splay out on top of him. As comfortable as he was on the outside, inside it was far less pleasant. A sweltering heat from the gryphon's body saps the mare's strength while the humidity keeps her from being able to sweat it away. The crop muscles, meanwhile massage his foul smelling slime into her coat, some of which is absorbed by her skin, causing her to prune up. Most humiliatingly though, the final remains of what had most certainly been another pony stew in ther with her. BOnes and chunks had yet to finish digesting and they found their way running up inside of her tunnel, like a morbid dildo as the remains of a femur pokes inside. The bird swallows a bit of air for his prey, eager to keep her squirming.

20:54 Waning Crescent whimpers loudly as her most sensitive reaches are violated inside and out, the mare feeling her inner walls contract around that intrusion as it is forced inside, stirring up the fertile seed still attempting to find purchase within her body, her skin would start to tingle with the exposure to those lingering digestive enzymes, and the mare shuddering as the book forces into her own stomach with a sickening squelch

20:58 Gyro Feather taps the wimpering bulge and laughs at her. "Well...in this case my dear, you should have listened to the other ponies. Sometimes a mare goes missing...or some green stallion, like the one you're presently bathing in~" He coos, rubbing his bulge with another claw. As his stomach muscles roll and clench over her, forcing the mush of another pony in, a rub bone begins to push between her pucker, , working to spread it out wide.

21:05 Waning Crescent did say she doesn't stay around other ponies to even hear such things, no story was ever heard because she wasn't around to hear it. she couldn't do much else beside wriggle as the cramped stomach keeps her limbs restrained and pinned, forcing her to endure every churn, every knead, and every squish against her rump. even worse for her was the way her body was reacting, her hormone flooded body twitching and squirming with growing arousal at those constant sensations, the digested slop swirling over and around every one of her sensitive areas, flooding her passage with your fluids, and forcing the handiwork of your gut into her own, rather full bowels

21:11 Gyro Feather lies there with a grin on his face, purring gently around the mare. The noise and sensation rumbles the chambers she sat in, and added background noise to the steady thumping of the birds heart, the heavy breathing around her, and the ever so worrying gurgling of what is most certainly her body in the chamber ahead. The mess that fills up into her tingles at her fur and makes her most sensitive bits begin to itch as the powerful juices go to work on her body. The rib pushes up further, forcing her tail hole open and as it curves leaves it partially gaping for matter to flow in and out.

21:17 Waning Crescent could hear her rump stewing in something most likely horrible in the chamber beyond, thankfully saved from the stench as that passage between the chambers pulses around her chest. she could feel the intrusion sinking further up under her tail, pressing into the built-up contents humiliatingly as it pushes her plump ring open, allowing a deluge of slime to flood into her bowels and soak the contents. her breathing growing heavier as she struggles to resist the affect those many sensations are having on her

21:27 Gyro Feather 's heart steadily begins to slow down as does his breath as the gryphon finally drifts off into a nap on the bench. His forelegs go lax, comin to rest heavily on top of her while the bird snores ever so softly, letting out chirps on each exhale. His stomach though, takes this as a go ahead to pick up in intensity as it squeezes and churns around her rump, working the acids deeper into both tunnels and spreading their itching tingling. Her fur begins to steadily drift from her sides as the exposed bits are stripped and softened just like the other pony that had been in there.

21:32 Waning Crescent can't take it any longer as the sensations become too much to bear, the mare shuddering and beginning to spray fluids from both halves of her body into the hungry, churning chamber. briefly numbing her of the sensation of her hide starting to grind away, growing raw as the acid break her down to expose the nutrient rich fats of her rump and working to digest her inside and out, her own stomach grumbling within you as it struggles to digest the hardbound book, her gut oblivious to her own status as a meal

21:37 Gyro Feather 's crop, unfortunatly for waning, was full of air, and so there'd be no relief from her in terms of gentle asphyxiation. Instead she was forced to endure the unpleasant senstaion of her hind shedding its flesh to the acids, both inside and out. Flesh melts into the juices while the refreshed acids work to cauterize the wounds as they go. Her insides begin to melt, cutting off the pleasureable nerves that fueled her as they're burned away. Sensations disapear as neves are cut, leaving her feeling increasingly numb the lenger she went on.

21:48 Waning Crescent pants, exhausted from release, and drained further from the oppressive heat and humidity, while the air may be breathable, she's always had difficulty breathing in more humid spaces. the mare groans loudly in pain, starting to thrash within your belly, creating loud, wet glorps and slopping sounds that any passerby would easily notice, she could feel more fluids rushing up into her rump, flooding her bowels with a messy gurgle as they start to dissolve the more tender lining of her gut. the rippled folds are free to knead more aggressively, stripping the fat off her bare rump and exposing the muscles underneath, the softer flesh of her genitalia having been the first to break down and join her "partner" inside your oppressively hot gut

21:54 Gyro Feather was fortunate that the mare had picked such a secluded area in which to rest, as noisy as his stomach was being, though truth be told, most gryphons would turn a blind eye to such a sight. His stomach clenches, pushing the bones against her body, helping to tear at softer flesh and leave it floating in the stew and exposing further parts to the hell of the acids that made it up. The exteremities of her legs and tail find themselves beginint to deteriorate, melting past even the muscle to the bone beyond, leaving it useless. His stomach had no care about its occupant's comfort, working to turn her into mush as fast as it could.

21:58 Waning Crescent groaned loudly in pain, drowned out by the loud messy gurgling and squishing as that fleshy sack gradually and aggressively strips down the layers, eventually breaching her stomach so her tender organs can spill out into the soup of her digested backside, the mare growing weaker by the moment as she bleeds out into the slop, soon to pass out from the shock of being aggressively digested

22:16 Gyro Feather slept soundly as the mare finally expired in his belly, at some point rolling over on the glorping mess and forcing it against the bench. As his stomach rounds out and shrinks, the front half of hte body is steadily fed into his stomach, where it too meets the same fate as the hinds, dissolving into a thick soupy mess that's used up by his body.

By the time the gryphon wakes, many hours later, he yawns and stretches himself out on the bench while a talon moves to his pauch middle, feeling out the new thick layer of belly fat that adorned him from not one, but two treats. Unfortunatly for him though, ponies did not come without their own issues, and now he had a nearly painful pressure at his backside. THe bird hops up from the bench and ducks behind one of the nearb bushes.

Lifting his tail, the gryphon forces forth a thick brown sludgy log that extrudes from his large pucker, spreading it out almost painfully wide, before breaking and plopping it down to the ground. His gut gurgles and whines at him, and as he finishes the first log, he lets out a loud blast of foul air. More logs follow, of varying consitancies, containing with them bits of bone and fur that gave him quite a fight. A pair of skulls push forth, filled with brown mass only to soon be covered by more of the thick sludge. Then he feels a strange sensation. The brown leather journal forces its way through his tail hole, causing the gryphon to grit hi sbeak. "Oooof...I shouldnt have done that...I really shouldnt..." he says as his rump hurts. Finally though the mass of pony is released and he steps back to look at the tall pile, noticing bits of bone and purple and green fur, and white, purple and yellow hair as well as two horns poking free.

WIth that, he turns away and trots off, looking to find a bird bath to splash in and wash himself.

22:20 < Waning Crescent> (<3)

22:20 < Waning Crescent> (sorry for fumbling my posts... kept getting bugged by family...)

22:20 < Gyro Feather> you're fine, ou're fine, it was fun ^^

22:20 < Gyro Feather> Hope that was worth the wait~

22:21 < Waning Crescent> it was <3 i just wish i was a bit better