Retrieving an Object of a Drunken Bet

24 April 2017

23:30 < GyroFeather> Oh right! I thought you wanted future pone ;P

23:32 GyroFeather drunk kisses Quazar all of a sudden,pressing his beak between her muzzle as is customary of gryphon kisses.

23:34 Quazar giggles and noms on GyroFeather's beak, her own mind fuzzy with the copious amounts of alcohol they had. She runs her tongue around his beak suckling on him and pulling him deeper into her maw without meaning to.

23:40 GyroFeather coos softly as he suckles on her tongue, pressing a little deeper till he reaches the back of her throat. He lingers there for a moment, smelling the sweet alcohol on her breath and then pulls his beak out. He gives her a couple pats on top of the head and laughs. "Well my dear, I heard a silly little rumor that there's nothing you cant deep throat. I'm not sure I believe that though, but tell me, whats the biggest thing in this roomyou think you could take?"

23:44 Quazar moans slightly as he pulls his head out. She sways a little, her balance off from the fuzzy feeling in her brain. She hiccups slightly looking around the room and judging the size of everything within it. "I can take anything you want to challenge me with!" she says with a raised talon.

23:48 GyroFeather giggles at her as she sways back and forth, shaking his head at her response. "Uh huh...well...He looks around and sees a thick round blue vase. With a grin teh gryphon trots over to it, and grabs it, edible flowers and all and pushes it towards her beak. "Think you can manage this?"

23:48 < Quazar> (she doesn't have a beak)

23:48 < GyroFeather> (I'm thinking gyro realizes its a bad idea a little too late...and has to reach in to get it :P

23:48 < Quazar> (she has a muzzle XD)

23:48 < GyroFeather> (err snout

23:48 < Quazar> (lol ok)

23:48 < GyroFeather> (I knew that! I did a derp)

23:48 < Quazar> (no worries)

23:52 Quazar nods enthusitically grabbing the vase from him and splashing water over the floor. She opens her maw wide, shoving the base in and pulling it deep into her throat with a powerful swallow. She wiggles her eyebrows at him her throat budging out as she swallows again, pulling the vase level with her lips, making it look like she was holding flowers in her maw.

23:55 GyroFeather opens his beak wid in surprise as she manages to take the large object quite as deep as she does, leaving a very shapely bulge in thethroat. The gryphon wanders up and pushes a talon against the streched flesh, snickering as it continues to slide in. He massagesit,helping to work it deeper into her gullet as the flowers begin to creep between her jaws. "N-no way! THats...thats amazing!"

23:58 Quazar murrs happily, pushing the vase even further down into her maw. She wanted to show him just how far she could take it! She swallows again, the lip of the vase now plain in her throat as it made a sharp indent in her stretchy throat. She closes her mouth around the flowers, smiling as she does so, the vase being pulled down even without her swallowing at this point.

00:02 GyroFeather watches with incredibly amazement as the mouth closes, and then brings a talon against the lip, steadily feeling as it runs down her gullet, and disapears into her chest. It apeared that the mare indeed lacked a crop like a gryphon, as the new lump appears in her gut. He lets out a loud whistle of amazement...and then stops moemnts later, and gives her a confused look. "Wait...how do you..." THe gryphon runs his claw over to her tailhole. as if questioning.

00:04 Quazar cocks her head, "what do you mean?" she says, blushing as his talon rubs over her tight tailhole. She squirms pressing her own talon to her belly, where the vase now rested, pushing out her stomach a little.

00:06 GyroFeather blushes himself and then draws his talon back down to her belly. "I mean uhh...are you going to be able to get that thing out? I mean...I dont think you're normally supposed to take things /quite/ that deep...though that was impressive..." he says sheepishly.

00:10 Quazar hmms, isn't really sure how she is supposed to get the wide vase out of her stomach. "here let me try..." she says, she compresses her stomach, valiantly trying to open her throat up again as she tries to push the vase up into her mouth. However after several moments the vase stayed resolutely in her belly. SHe takes her talon back off her belly, staring down at it with a small frown. "I... don't know"

00:12 < Havok_Unigryph> ((It's grit now!))

00:14 GyroFeather bites at his tongue as he watches Quazar struggle with the vase, and then brings his claw down to try and push at it as well, attempting to work it back up her throat...but nothing the two of them do moves it. His hazy mind thinks about the situation for a second as she frowns...and the best idea comes to him. "Well...you got that down right? Well...do you think you could swallow me, and maybe I could push it out?" He asks with some hope to his voice.

00:14 < GyroFeather> ( Havok_Unigryph I think you're the only one here with a mechanical gizzard :P

00:15 < GyroFeather> ( actually thats not true, mizique has one too.

00:15 < GyroFeather> (I prefer a pellet gizzard, and not sure if Quazar has one at all :P

00:16 < Quazar> (not as far as I really want her to >.>)

00:16 < Quazar> (Her insides are pretty much horse)

00:16 < GyroFeather> (Well its your char :P

00:19 Quazar squints at him, judging his size and everythin. She nods "I think that would work... then you can just climb out!" she says, a little excitedly, she hadn't ever had anything as large or as wiggly as GyroFeather down her throat. She grins happily, pouncing on him and licking his beak, ready to try taking him just like the vase.

00:23 GyroFeather shivers slightly as he feels her eyeing him up almost like a piece of food, and then nods his head at her suggestion. "Yep that sounds about r-eeeep!" THe gryphon lets out a loud squawk as he tumbles backwards, and the impact forces the form of the vase into his belly as he's suddenly pinned. His head swims from the alcohol and motion, while her warm intoxicated spit runs down his beak. He takes a second to recover fromthe blow, blinking as he finds himself staring up into her warm dripping dark gullet, the very same one he's just seen strech around that vase.

00:23 < Havok_Unigryph> ((As the Derpi tag says "this will end in tears and/or breakfast"))

00:25 < GyroFeather> (of course horse wife is like half that tag :B

00:30 Quazar pins his shoulders down with her talons, "ready?" she asks, not bothering to keep swallowing down her saliva and it drips onto his face. She leans heavily on him, her belly even grazing on his as the vase pushes it out.

00:32 GyroFeather squeezes his eyes shut as the hot drool drips down onto his face, splattering upon his feathers and leavinghim smelling like a bar. The gryphon gulps, suddenly having a little tinge of regret over the fact that he agreed to this. Still...the gryphon gives a quick nod of his head. "Y-yes...but you are sooo gonna owe me after this," he says with a quiver to his voice.

00:36 < Havok_Unigryph> Next hand you two!

00:37 Quazar giggles out an affirmative before plunging her head down forcing her mouth wide open and easily fitting his head into her maw. She murrs happily, not expecting the good taste but really enjoying it as she licked over his soft feathers. She lines him up and swallows, pulling him into the first tight passage of his journey.

00:46 GyroFeather finds himself soon swimming in darkness as thos perly white teeth strech down over his beak, and then over his head. THe tip of his snout reaches the back of her gullet before the muscles reach forward and snatch upon his face. The bird tenses up and feels his body begin to rise in panic from the sensations, but he tries to force that away with deep breaths of the foul breath. His feathers are soft and taste sweet, just like the fruity scent he'd carried all weekend long. He pushes his head up a little deeper still, finding the walls of the gullet giving and squelching around his form.

01:03 < GyroFeather> (boops Quazar

01:04 < Quazar> (sorry got distracted XD)

01:04 < GyroFeather> ( :P us going at it taht fun huh?

01:04 < Quazar> (yes XD)

01:11 Quazar walks backwards a little, pulling GyroFeather into a sitting position as she gulps down his head, she can't really stop herself from running her tongue around his feathers. Gulping him down greedily she soon pins his talons to his sides, her mouth stretched wide around his chest.

01:17 GyroFeather sits forward at her tug, shuddering as that tongue traces across his downy feathers. The hot slime mats down his feathers and as he breaths he's forced to gulp some of her bitter saliva. The drool mattes everything down to his body while the muscles roll over him, tugging him deeper with wt swallows as his face makes a large impression on her gullet. He keeps his talons there, only offering involuntary movements as the slippery muscle tickes at his chest.

21:21 Quazar murrs, her tonuge working through GyroFeather's soft feathers as she continues to gulp around him. Her sticky insides echoing with each loud swallowas she pulls his chest into her slimy gullet. She only pauses to run her tongue around his feathers and fur. She was making very quick work of the larger griffin, enjoying the feeling of him squirming his way into her stomach.

21:31 GyroFeather squeezes his eyes shut as each roll of the muscles forces the gunk into his face. He feels himself steadily rising up into her with each contraction as his his head descendes towards her belly. His wings flutter in anxiety, brushing the inside of her throat as wiggles himself deeper. The way his head is swimming, the motions of her body leave him feelign dizzy, even as he pushes past a ring. His beak is instantly filled with the stench of alcohol mixed with the sourness of her bile while his beak scraches along the vase.

21:40 Quazar slurps over GyroFeather, his hips entering her mouth as she swallows again. She doesn't even pause to do much more than give aprecourser lick to him before swallowing again/ She feels with one of her talons at the bulge that he makes in her throat. She sucks more of him down soon leaving only his twitching paws outside of her hungry maw.

21:45 GyroFeather feels his head slide along side the vase as she continues to swallow him down, forcing him hard against the rather large object by her gut muscles. His arms are free of the tube by the time she gets to his hips, and he calls out, "Wait! I think I'm deep enough!" Though it seems she's not paying attention to him as his paws sink down between her jaws. He's forced to curl around the large ceramic object as his paws slide between her jaws. He can feel her warm breath upon them and anticipates the tongue upon them soon enough.

21:49 Quazar slurps over his toes, working her tongue inbetween each one and paying special attention to his pads. After some time playing with them in her warm maw she gives one last hard swallow, tracing over the last of his bulge with her talon before it adds to the huge mass in her belly. Sighing happily she flops over backwards, pulling her oversized stomach on top of her and hugging it.

21:57 GyroFeather shivers as he feels the tickling sensation of her tongue upon his foot paws and laughs in the belly and convulsing in her throat. He feels his tail gathered along with his paws before the tongue shoves them backwards, forcing the musky feet into the back of her throat. He has a fairly quick journey down before reaching her belly where his body is compressed into an uncomforable ball, made worse by the talons squeezing around him. The gryphon squirms around inside of the foul wet sack, trying to get his bearings and get into position to push the vace out. His head is dizzy from the motions though as each shift of her gut leaves his head swimming fromteh alcohol. "S-stop moving so much."

21:59 < Quazar> (brb gyro have to dish)

22:17 < Quazar> (shit on a buscuit it's 10pm)

01:54 Quazar moans happily, her belly not usually getting this full. "Bu-but you feel so good in there!" She hiccups, jostling him around even more. "You need to push that vase out too!" She says, barely able to stop herself from running at her immense belly. "I'm ready when you are"

02:02 GyroFeather groans and feels queasy as she moves his body around with her talons through the belly. THe gryphon lets out a loud groan and tries to get into a position, but the motions prevent him from getting his bearings. "I said stop moving so much...or I'm not going to be able to push.

02:06 Quazar huffs and stops moving all together, "fine!" She says, bouncing her head onto the mattress and wiggling her toes only in her drunk impatience. She can feel GyroFeather moving in her stomach, making her wish she could rub at it

02:10 GyroFeather squints his eyes shut in the foul chamber and takes a moment to get his head on straight. He then takes a deep breath, before regretting it with a coughing fit from teh fumes. At that point, the gryphon positions himself behind the vase. "Alright...about to push...3...2...1..." The gryphon begins to shove with all his might, causing the gut to deform behind him as he treis to propoel the object back up the hippogryph's throat.

02:15 Quazar gags, feeling her throat deform under the pressure from the vase being pressed up into it. She tries to open it as much as she can feeling the base spreading the entrance to her stomach up slowly. She coughs, trying to help gyro push it though the tight ring of muscle. Finally after several moments the ring opens up and plucks the vase out of gyros talons, the slick surface too difficult to get a good grip on. Gagging even more as the large bulge travels up her throat she feels the vase enter get mouth and, with a final cough, hacks it up into the floor where it bounces on the carpet. Panting she gasps "wow I don't think I can do that again"

02:19 GyroFeather groans as the stomach convulses around him, squeezing on him and the vace rather tight as she tries to cough it up out of teh belly. Soon enough it slides away from his talons and be lets out a sigh of relief as the pressure decreases upon his form. He breathes gently in there while the juices steadily drip in. "Well...dont swallow another vase stuipdly like that and you wont have too..." He grumbles. The vase itself smells exactly like her insides, alcoholic and biley, giving Quazar some sense of what her belly occupant is going through.

02:28 Quazar breathes heavily, allowing herself to rub over her belly again. "Well I don't think any vases are necessary now" she says her paws twitch happily. "You feel absolutely amazing in there"

02:31 GyroFeather wrinkles his nose and squirms inside of there as he's jostled around inteh gut. A pool of alcohol and acidsbuilds around him as he stews in her belly. "Hmmm well mabe I can stay inside of here for a bit before you cough me back up..." The gryphon lets out a groan as her talons stroke along his sheath, forcing the slick flesh against his nethers.

02:35 Quazar is getting very drowsy from the copious amounts of liquor she'd drank and nope from her very full belly. "Y.. yeah you can st-stay in there as long as you want" she half moans half yawns. She continues to rub over her soft belly, rolling over to one side and curling her back legs and winds around the massive bulge gyro made. "I don't m-mind at all"

02:40 GyroFeather fowns at the mare's words and gives a shake of his head. "Well I dont really want to stay in here. I'm just doing it as a favor for you," the gryphon explains while he's pushed dowin into the juices. He gives another stroke of his sheath and shudders while hsi shaft begins to work its way out. He gets plunged underneath the liquids for a moment as she rolls, and comes back up sputtering. "Ugh...its still soo gross in here."

02:45 Quazar moans again, feeling him moving around inside. One of her talons moving down to tease at her lower lips, already soaked through from the pleasure of having the griffin in her belly. Slowly she works two of her fingers into herself, spreading the liquid over them and onto the mattress beneath her.

02:53 GyroFeather rubs the hot slippery slime into his shaft as he arches up into the air. The talons slide over his sensitive length, drawing a shudder from his form and causing a drizzle of pre to leak from the tip. "Y-you're sooo going to owe me..." THe gryphon grumbles as he shfits around inside of her. He can hear her heart picking up in speed as her arousal grows, blaring its thumping noises in his ear.

03:00 Quazar gasps, "like you're not enjoying yourself in there" she mumbles, working her talon in and out of herself, her fluids splattering over the sheets and making her jerk in pleasure, she quickly works herself up to her edge, the combined efforts of her talons and her wiggly snack making her excited already.

03:04 GyroFeather finds himself heading over his tipping point as her claws pushe down, forcing some of her soft flesh to rub against his taint and tailhole. There's a powerful shudder from wtihin the belly, and then the gryphon gives a cry of delight, while hot cum spurts from his shaft. "ITs better on the outside..." he grumbles, despite his orgasm which runs in waves of pleasure through his body.

03:14 < GyroFeather> (Quazar

03:15 < Quazar> (sorry got busy)

03:15 < GyroFeather> (aahhh

03:18 Quazar feels the suffer in her belly, the sudden movement sending her barreling over the edge as she yells out in pleasure. She sends her own hot cum washing over her talon, staining the bed. She collapses almost instantly after orgasming, the waves of pleasure taking the rest of her endurance from her and making her pass out, one arm still between her legs, her cum drying on her thigh.

03:23 GyroFeather grunts in pain as he feles th estomach clench around him with the rolling orgasm of the mare, interupting his own wonderful afterglow he'd been feeling. He hears the heart rushing around him and her breath growing quick, before suddenly everything tapers off. The gryphon blinks and strains against the walls of the stomach. "ALright...you've had your fun...now let me out..." he groans, pushing against the edges of the stomach. Before he can really even begin to panic though, the alcohol combined with the thinning air are enough to make his eyes grow droopy before he passes out as well, leaving him at the mercy of the cute hippogryph's body.

03:23 < GyroFeather> (No rush on the closing post Quazar, just write it whenever ^^

03:23 < Quazar> (mk)

04:13 Quazar blinks herself awake, the sun rising causing the light to shine right into her eyes. Groaning slightly she props herself up, yawning widely and suddenly coughing. Something that had been stuck in her throat came up, a single blue feather. Wiping it free of the slime, she looks at it, then looking around the room she spots the discarded vase. The memory of her last night comes rushing back, the griffin, the vase, and their drunken assumption he would get out fine. Looking slightly abashed she pats her somewhat flatter belly, the gryph having broken down easily and added several layers of chub to her belly. "Whoops" she mutters, standing up and wobbling a little from the extra weight that she had quickly put on. She makes her way out of the apartment, sticking his feather behind her ear and closing the door behind her.