Stats

The RP has a total of 39 lines, 1704 words, and 9393 characters.
The average line consists of 43.69 words that themselves average 4.51 characters taking about 5 minutes, 39 seconds.
Celestia said a total of 19 lines, 538 words, and 2947 characters.
Celestia's average line consists of 28.32 words that themselves average 4.48 characters taking about 3 minutes, 49 seconds.
Serilde said a total of 20 lines, 1166 words, and 6446 characters.
Serilde's average line consists of 58.3 words that themselves average 4.53 characters taking about 7 minutes, 30 seconds.

11:45 Serilde grabs morning sun's crown and gulps it down.

11:47 MorningSun stares! Whoa. That's gonna be hard to crap out.

11:48 Serilde opens her beak before MorningSun and grins at her. "Well...you probably ought to retireve that, dont you think?"

11:51 MorningSun pauses. "That seems like a trap," she replies sweetly. "I can just wait for it to come out."

11:52 Serilde says she'll just make sure to shit it into a gorge or something so that it cant ever be found again/

11:53 MorningSun gasps! How rude! That poor crown! It'll be so sad!

11:57 Serilde tells MorningSun she'll be sure to let her and the crown both out on her throne if she goes to get it..

11:59 MorningSun mourns that poor, poor Crown. Poor Crown. Such a sad crown. "Will I be okay if I dooooo?"

12:03 Serilde nods her head and licks her beak. "YOu'll be more than okay~" She declares, addign silently, in flavor, in fullness, though perhaps not in the way she might hope.

12:04 MorningSun 's ears flick, and the Princess frowns. "What kind of okay?"

12:07 Serilde blinks her eyes, feigning innocence. "What do you mean what kind of Okay, I just said you would be."

12:09 MorningSun frowns. "Because there's different kinds of okay and you might be being sneaky."

12:12 Serilde snorts at her and then says, "Well, I think you'll taste pretty okay, and you'll probably be okay at satisfying my belly. Just go retrieve your cown already."

12:13 MorningSun gasps! "See?! I won't be okay! You're going to eat me!"

12:20 Serilde blinks at her. "Well...you do have to climb down my gullet to grab my crown...that sorta implies eating you at least for a bit.

12:24 MorningSun sniffs. "And how do I get out?"

12:26 Serilde shrugs her shoulders and leans down to give her muzzla lick, letting her smell her warm fishy breath. "That my dear, is something I just have to assist you with. I can cough things up."

13:11 MorningSun returns from EXILE. And then frowns and says, "I'm not sure you're going to, though!"

13:20 Serilde groans again at the princess's protest and grabs her by her horn and opens her massive beak wide, shoving the muzzle between the hot slippery flesh. If she wasnt going to go down of her own volition, well myabe she needed a little bit of asisstance.

13:20 MorningSun squeals! Is lifted up and kicking! Gosh! She'd have gone down with a little coaxing and honesty!

13:33 Serilde takes both of her claws on Celestia's horn and snaps it in two before she yawns her beak wider. THe rest of her head is pushed inot the slimy hard beak, while her muzzle begisn to make the curve of her throat. THen comes a loud audible gulp, drawing her in to make a bulge in his gullet..

13:36 MorningSun yelps again when pretty Sun-spire is broken, and with that - well, she's a mass of flailing legs, but little else given that more and more of that fluffy-soft sun-mass is being dragged out of view! "MMPH! FWOMMPH!'

13:42 Serilde grunts as she feels some of the flailing and thrashing forehoove connect aainst her feathered chest and then grabs both of them in her claws. Digging in her talons till they becan to pierce the flesh, she works to restrain the fighting alicorn as she's drawn deeper inside. The shoulders now push in past the slippery tongue, helping to lock those forelegs in place.

13:43 MorningSun slows even before that - cuts make her freeze up, and then slowly she ends up a relaxed ball of fat alicorn. Mostly because she's seemingly resigned to the inevitable - with no horn, well...there's the iminent fact she's going to be in tummy and can't stop it.

13:47 Serilde gives a soft rumbling purr of approval as the pony seems to understand the threat while he draws her deeper into her. Her head bulges down into Serilde's crop here she can feel the croun pushing against her snout. Hot slimy flesh needs drool into her coat, slickign hre up for the inevitable journey sh would be taking soon. Ahead the belly gurgles and groans, asking eagerly for the hunk of flesh to be pushed onward.

13:51 MorningSun nips at her crown, and catches that, at least, inside her jaws, then begins - and fails - to try to get it on her forehead. At least she can be nommed with dgnity...except not, not with her horn still laying on the ground! No magic, so very humiliating for the poor Princess to be just a big...pnoy-chicken who tastes very sugary.

14:03 Serilde drools harder at the warm sugary taste of the princess as she's pulled inside, working her deeper till the wing shoulders push in to her beak. The tongue swirls over her reathers, matting them down in warm slime while the flesh quivers and convulses over her, massaging over her muscles and coat. As he creeps down towards her belly, his claws roam down towards her hinds, which he gropes and explores with a digit.

14:06 < MorningSun> (You are using boy pronouns!!)

14:06 < Serilde> (bah sorry!

14:06 < Serilde> (I'm mixing... >.< which is in ways worse!

14:07 MorningSun is left most confused by the sudden twisting of genders and other things, but it's not as if she can exactly speak, so instead the Princess goes PLOP! The sort of plop that comes from being squeeze-kneaded down a throat, and giving up on fighting and accepting the inevitable....part of the nature-cycle.

14:17 Serilde feels her finally go limp and as one last act of humiliation before her rump disapears all the way down hwer beak, Serilde snapes the hron in half once more, and inserts half of it into Celestia's tail hole, while the other is pushed into her marehood. Serilde curls uper beak up betweent he rump cheeks now and swallows the rest of the princess down, save for her bushy etherial tail which steadily works down her gullet. The edge of the crop opens before her, allowing celestia to slip further down towards her actual stomach.

14:34 MorningSun stiffens, a sudden yelp at the double penetration! She squirms, and then as she begins to spill forward that draws useless struggles, Princess unable to bend at all as she makes her way down - though the instant she is in stomach? She is twisting and trying to get at the horn-dildo to free her poor abused holes!

14:42 Serilde follows the princess's rump down with a talon as she slides through her gullet and temporarily rests in her crop, before then clenching her muscles and helping to ease her along. The stomach is relitively empty at the moment, save for some residual sludge, but certainly taht would soon change as juices start to leak on in to the hcamber. The formel laughs as she feels celestia twisting around inside and strokes a talon over the bulge. "Thats it princess, get ot know your last home, for soon you'll be nothing more than bird shit, on your throne for all your subjects to enjoy.

14:47 MorningSun squirms in belly once she settles in there. Kicking at the fleshy prison, and squirming - hooves manage to get a weak grip on the orn in her anus, and she starts fighting to tug that free, while muffled noises emanate from within the gut - saying something, but who knows or cares what?

14:54 Serilde chuckles at her words muffled words and laughs at the pony. "Thats right, you're just food for a more majestic reature. Just go ahead and relax and enjoy the ride. I know I will~" The gryphon then just lays down upon her belly, squishing her weight down on the poor princess and making it incresingly difficult for her to struggle.She lets out a sfot belch, bringing up some brilliant white feathers which celestia had been forced to shed under the assault of his stomach juices.

15:08 MorningSun doesn't relax - she keeps kick-squirming. The only question was whether she had the leverage to get horns out of her holes - she couldn't see, only knew it was cramped, but kept trying amidst her kicks

15:37 Serilde closes her eyes and strokes the bulge in her stomach as the walls squeeze and roll over the mare inside. The motions of the muscles manage to cause the horns to slide in and out with each contraction, rubbing against the sensitive flesh even as she tries to pull it out.

15:38 < Serilde> (Sorry...had to do something, took longer than anticipated there)

15:42 < MorningSun> (No worries!)

15:43 MorningSun yelps the more she is molested by it...but she can't really stop, and soon enough she's just fighting for consciousness over anything else!

15:53 Serilde on the other hand, was losing her own fight for consciousness as she enjoys the massaging sensations of the princess's fighting upon her belly. Her heartbeat begins to slow as gets closer and closer to her own sleep, until finally the formel passes out. This just leaves more energy for her own belly to pickup its speed of churning as further acids flood into the chamber around her.

15:54 MorningSun can't stay awake for much longer - not just acid, but more importantly, air, and soporific effects of the belly itself leave the Princess soon passing out for gut to do its work in gurgling her up

15:55 < Serilde> (I dont really have the concentration at the moment to write the final post. I promise it will come later today or tomorrow at the latest.)

15:55 < MorningSun> Thats fine :3

00:32 Serilde 's massive belly gurlges and glorps around the now hunk of meat as it steadily works to turn the poor former princess into a useful slurry of nutrients. Throughout the rest of the night she melts away, the stomach rounding out and then shrinking as the mare is used up, only to appear much later bulging out between her hips near her tail hole.
Serilde wakes before dawn, however, remembering the promise she made to the princess. And it seems the princess is looking to fulfill that too. She quickly flies through canterlot and then somehow sneaks into the throneroom. Stepping up to the princess's throne she half crouches over it. Relaxing her bowels a thick brown sludge, mixed with stained feathers and broken bones steadily leakds from her tail hole. Each grunt brings a couple more splats of the mess as it piles on, adding its musky scent to teh air. She groans in delight as she feels the mess sliding through her tail hole, feeling all the more relieved as the uncomfortable pressure is emptied. By the time she's done, there's quite the sizable load upon the throne. The last thing to pop out, with a painful sensation is her tarnished crown, which now crowns the princess once more. With that the gryphon doesnt even give a second glance to the princess as she quietly sneaks out, leaving the guards to discover later whyt eh sun failed to rise.