Industrial Processing

7 June 2017

22:26 < Gyro Feather> Oh look, its a piece of food.

22:27 < Alia griff> aye

22:28 < Alia griff> er, what makes you want to come on by?

22:29 < Gyro Feather> Honestly just idly considering making a mess of a bird :P

22:29 < Alia griff> oh? how so?

22:30 < Gyro Feather> Oh you know, the usual, finding a reason to gulp them down, melt them away, and them as a hot brown mess :P

22:33 < Gyro Feather> Only question is, what sort of reason might we have~?

22:34 < Alia griff> hmmm

22:34 < Alia griff> weeell, I've kinda been getting into industrial style settings, if that makes any sense

22:34 < Alia griff> like, if the pred was simply processing people down into manure. ya dig?

22:36 < Gyro Feather> Ahhh hmmm

22:37 < Alia griff> ye dig?

22:37 < Gyro Feather> sure we can do

22:38 < Gyro Feather> You know I insist that prey go first ^^

22:39 < Alia griff> 1 sec

22:44 < Alia griff> The griffon found himself alone in a big plant. The job was simply, take whoever was given to him, process them down, and put what's left of them down a chute to be sent off and processed. Nothing too fancy, and the pay was nice. The place gyro was waiting in was a fairly decent sized room so he'd have privacy with his dinner, and had a bed for him to sleep off his meal on, and a chute that was for disposing of their remains when done. After he'd show up for the day's work, he'd soon get a knock on the door, followed by a gagged and bound hen being pushed into the room from the door. She looked spooked and nervous, and was left squirming like crazy as she tried to break free, but it was obvious she wasn't getting out of the rope that was around her.

22:44 < Alia griff> [could do multiple prey, but I'll leave that to you]

22:46 < Gyro Feather> (I had been thinking about multiple prey :P like a dragon too

22:46 < Alia griff> [That I can do]

22:55 Gyro Feather looks around the rather stark room as he enters into it and frowns. He wasnt quite sure what the point of this job was, but it paid well enough. He heard rumors that the things brought into this factory had violated the law and were for reprocessing, though he'd not had much first hand experience yet. As he gets settled in to the chamber, preparing for his week long on duty, he takes a tincture that was left for him, something to help him accomidate whatever they happened to throw at him. He nearly gags at the bitter liquid as it hits his throat, but then he gets it all down and turns, just in time to see a figure tossed into the room. He wanders over to it and then, as his curiosity piques, he undoes the gag, leaving the rest of his hostage bound up tight. "Well hello there, you cute thing. Do you know what I'm supposed to do to things like you?" He asks, eager to talk it out as much for himself as for her.

22:58 < Alia griff> "I-I uh... T-they just picked me up off the street, I-I don't know um... they said my number was up." she says, wriggling like crazy and whimpering. "C-can you uh, please undo these? I think they've got something mixed up, I-I just want to go home." she mutters, wiggling like crazy as the worried hen tried to get free. Gyro'd been told to just eat and not worry about the prey too much. The hen however had no clue what was going on, and just wanted to find a way out of this. She hoped to god maybe the griffon in front of her could help her.

23:05 Gyro Feather certainly was going to help her free of her bindings, but such a thing would come with time while inside a rather special chamber. The gryphon gives a shake of his head and then leans down to lick her feathers to garner a taste of her body. He wrinkles his face as he tastes some dirt along with her other flavors. Yep definitely was some urchin off the street, he thinks making a face. The gryphon then puts on a sorrowful look, even if he doesnt feel it and meets her eyes. "Oh...my body will undo those, no worries. You see, I've been instructed to gulp down anything that comes through that door, otherwise I might soon find myself making the same journey. And then, I'll go shit your remains out over there, down one of those tubes. " He says, indicating with a claw.

23:08 < Alia griff> She goes wide eyed and gets very, very worried looking, the hen struggling a whole lot more in her binds. "W-w-wait, I-I didn't anything wrong." She says, the poor thing trying her best and using all of her might to try and break free as worried noises escaped her. She was scared as could be by now, and it was clear nothing she'd do would help her get free. "O-oh gosh, please, I don't want to be shit." She says, the fear written all over her face as she tried to break free.

23:13 Gyro Feather shrugs his shoulders at the formel and gives her a gentle kick upon her shoulder with a hind paw. "Well obviously you did do something wrong, and I'm here to meet out your punishment. As you say, I dont want to be shit either, and well if I dont eat you, someone will eat both of us. So, just accept your punishment and lie still. This is probably a better use for a strea urchin like you than anything else you might get up to anyways." The gryphon grabs around her neck and lifts her up by her chin towards his beak. He opens that beak wide, allowing a hot breath of old meat to waft down over the gryphon's nare's while drool drips down from the ceiling. His pink flesh ends in a dark tunnel at the end of his gullet which quivers as he swallows down a bit of saliva.

23:17 < Alia griff> She just squirms like mad, and makes worried noises as she stares into that beak. "W-wait." She says, before going silent and just whimpering as she looked into the dark abyss. "Please don't..." she begs, before closing her eyes and just making a symphony of worried noises. She couldn't really resist, though her squirming wouldn't stop, and it was obvious she was doomed. She knew it, he knew it, and she was just so spooked over it.

23:21 Gyro Feather is cold to her requests, though he sort of enjoys the fear he's managed to strike into her heart. Finally the beak darts forward and takes the first of her beak into his hot flesh with a loud squelch, followed soon by the gryphon's beak sliding over and around her face. Hot drool mattes down at the feathers taht coat the gryphon as it drips out the edges of his beak. Hot flesh clings against her head while the gryphon gives his first loud glck, drawing her head down into his gullet and making the first of what would be many bulges in his neck line.

23:26 < Alia griff> The hen made a loud yelp when he took her, her body locking up for a second, before suddenly she wiggled with all her might and tried to pull her head back, yet when the gulp rang out all she could do was gasp and go silent as her head was smothered in hot wet griffon flesh. He could feel his meal try to pull out and hear her moan, her every move making the bulge in his throat move as the hen was drawn down toward her doom.

23:31 Gyro Feather has an openmouthed smirk around the formel as he feels her tug and then bites down, digging the sharp tooth of his beak into the small of her back behind her foreshoulders, hard enough to draw a trickle of blood. THen, satisfied, he presses onward, taking another swallow and pulling those same shoulders up into his jaws. He could feel her spreading out into his neck now, while the terifying sounds of the gryphon swallowing rings in her ears. Deeper and deeper the tube of hot flesh drags her, squeezing uncomfortably the entire times as it rolls over her.

23:34 < Alia griff> She'd just begin to gasp and go still the moment she felt the hard bite, her legs crossing as she makes loud whimpers, before finally she just keeps limp and lets it happen, not wanting more open cuts for acid to get in. She just keeps gasping though, the hard rolling of his throat forcing air out of her as she tries to keep her lungs full of it.

23:37 Gyro Feather 's throat is more slime than air as she tunnels her way down it, and each breath would find with it enough fluid to send her coughing. A couple more swallows and the formel's head pushes out into his crop, giving her just enough time to catch her breath before then being pressed further on still. His claws gently rub over her wings, massaging them and playing with them tenderly, almost as if he was looking to just play with her instead. And then, a digit wanders a bit lower still, and he sticks one up her snatch, and the other into her tail hole before wiggling them around.

23:40 < Alia griff> She began to relax just a little when she felt the rubbing and got some air, before finally being replaced with dull whimpers when she feels the compression force her down deeper. Then, when she felt her behind and cunny played with she got super tense and began to squirm like crazy again as her legs crossed, the hen trying to make it stop as he played with her like she was just a toy for his amusement. She didn't want this right now, she was spooked and overwhelmed.

23:42 < Alia griff> [eh, I hate to do this, but I'm not sure I'm feeling this]

23:42 < Gyro Feather> (Oh? what about?

23:44 < Alia griff> [eh, nothing, but I think we should pause