Hippogryphs Are Still Mostly Pony

21 June 2017

01:24 GyroFeather nibbles on Quazar's rump

01:24 Quazar squeaks and wiggles "Yus?"

01:26 GyroFeather says, "Hmmm you're tasty~ I could be down for nomming a hippogryph~"

01:28 Quazar says, "Only as long as I live through the experience!"

01:30 GyroFeather replies "But food doesnt get that decision~"

01:31 Quazar pokes GyroFeather in the beak, "then I guess I'm not food"

01:31 GyroFeather opens his beak and nibbles on the talon. "I beg to differ..." he mumbles around it.

01:32 Quazar baps him and pulls her talon out of his beak, "you could very easily keep me around!"

01:34 GyroFeather snorts at her and givse a shrug of his hsoulders. "I could...but its much less fun for me to do so."

01:34 < -> Havok_Unigryph is now known as zZz_Havok_Unigryph

01:36 Quazar huffs at him right back, "well it's not like I want to be on your blue butt forever!"

01:38 GyroFeather snickdrs at her and wiggles his rump. "Oh you wouldnt be. Eventually I'd work you off, like I have so many other ponies."

01:38 < V_Relay> <Bit> ;-;

01:39 < GyroFeather> (Waggles his eyes at bit~

01:39 Quazar flicks his beak, "yeah like that's preferable"

01:42 GyroFeather shrugs his shoulders and begins to circle around her. "Well...if you're not food we could test it out anyways. I cough up thinks that arent food."

01:43 Quazar trips him and pounces when he's down "if it's not that big of a deal then you wouldn't mind going on my flanks would you?" She asks licking his face

01:45 GyroFeather squawks and tumbles forward into a heap. Before he can react he feels a weight on top of him and the hot breath from her maw dreching his feathers. Her tongue plasters against his face as he pulls it away. "I'm...incompatible...you see predators eat prey things, and well, I'm a gryphon and you're basically a pony."

01:45 < V_Relay> <Bit> grabs his popcorn. waiting on an interesting show

01:46 < GyroFeather> ( I'd continue with @bit in another room as long as I'm awake~

01:47 Quazar laughs and pins his legs under her, making sure that he can't move. She stares down at him, "I don't know why don't we test that theory?" She says, flicking her tail and plopping her large rump on him. "I think my belly will be plenty compatible with you"

01:53 GyroFeather gulps as he feels her eyes fixating on him while her rump sits itself right down on his legs. The gryphon quivers beneath her and meets her gaze with a whimper. "T-there's no need, really. Plus, I've had to many ponies as it is...I'd be fattening."

01:57 Quazar laughs, "But like you said, I'd eventually work you off! It would be a very good experiment! Very fulfilling" She trails a talon down his chest. "Plus if you're not food I could always cough you up right?" 

02:01 GyroFeather clenches his beak together and attempts to push her claws up away from his own with a frown deepening on his beak. "N-no...I dont think it would be that fulfilling at all. Plus...you dont uhh cough up the indigestibles," the gryphon argues back. "If I'm not food...and I'm not then I'd well..." The bird shudders at the thought.

02:04 Quazar licks between his eyes, "well maybe not fulfilling, but definitely filling" she snickers at him. "And if my belly decides you are good well you were perfectly alright with me being on your flanks, why don't you want to join mine?" She says, now flicking her tail back and forth over him.

02:08 GyroFeather squeezes his eyes closed whiel his crest bounces underneath the pressure of her tongue. "WHy dont you just go hunt yourself a pony then. Their proper pace is in our belly..." He coudl feel her tail brushing up against his nethers and up against his ownas he squirms beneath her weight.

02:11 Quazar shakes her head, "that would defeat the entire point! This is to decide who's better, gryphs or hippogryphs you see? We're seeing if you belong in my belly right along those ponies" she licks up his face again, starting to enjoy the lollipop like taste of the gryph beneath her. "We should start though!" She says "anything else before we begin?"

02:14 GyroFeather shudders from the next lick which leaves a splattering of drool across his face. Rather than respond though, he darts his beak up after she stop speaking and grasps the tip in his muzzle. The bird does his best to try and shift his beak further up Quazar's face, in a last ditch effort to not become food.

02:20 Quazar squacks, flaring her wings out and jerking back her head. She's unable to actually pull her tongue out of the sharp beak though, the pain making her not want to pull back too far for fear of tearing it. She glares at him, very much at an impasse as her muzzle is stuck in his beak, but her weight still firmly on top of him. 

02:24 GyroFeather wiggles his claws back and forthe beneath her talons, trying to manage to extricate them, but they seem fairly stuck beneath her. His tongue traces over her muzzle as he breaths his own hot fishy breaht up into her nares. As she jerks back he feels a bit of a success, sincet he weight shifts off of his right talon, which immiciatly darts up behind Quazar's furred head to pull her back down.

02:27 Quazar makes a noise of complaint, the talon pushing her down but her trying just as hard to keep more of her head entering that sticky maw. She's slowly losing ground as more and more of her face enters his mouth, the fishy smell bathing her as she struggles.

02:30 GyroFeather relaxes his beak some to allow her to lose ground, shoving that snout deeper into his maw till the soft warm flesh contacts her nares while drool is forced up into htem. His tongue rolls over her form, drawing out the taste and flattening her fur against her flesh such that the humid air no longer disturbs it. Then the gryphon's throat opens up to accept his meal as a large gulp rings out.

02:43 < Quazar> ( GyroFeather her nares?) 

02:44 < GyroFeather> (nares are the openings in your nose)

02:45 < Quazar> (oh huh didn't know that) 

02:53 Quazar gives up trying to stay on top of the gryph. Instead opting for pushing at his beak with her talons frantically. She squirms inside him, not doing much but making herself take in a mouthful of his goopy saliva. Her wings are still flared as much as she can, trying to make herself as large as possible.

02:56 GyroFeather would have to deal with her flared wings eventually, but for now, his first challenge was just to get enough of her body inside as he could before having to shift postions. ANother swallow and she's cast entirely in darkness as her head forms a large bulge in his feathered neck that she can feel with her claws. The gryphon's arms dart down to clasp around those those sharp pushign claws to try and wrestle them to her sides.

02:59 < Bit> (suprising turn of events actually

03:06 < Quazar> (brb workng again) 

03:13 Quazar tries to, but is unable to keep her arms out and flailing. Failing that she kicks at him, her claws raking at his belly but unable to do more than put thin scratches on him. She squirms against the iron grip he has on her sides, trying to free her arms as she feels his beak traveling down her head, the loud gulps echoing in her ears as she's forced down. She growls deep, the smell of the griffin's insides making her scruch her nose and wish that she hadn't teased him so much and just gotten to eating him. 

03:19 GyroFeather hisses out in pain as one of the scratches gets down to his second layer of skin, but its not more beyond a light scrape.THe bird wiggles his head back and forth, till the first of her soulders lsip on into his beak, focing the mare's claws down towards her sides. In a swallow though, he finds himself up against her secondary shoulders, withfeathers pushing up against the sharp edges of his beak. He pushes a pawdown against the ground and arches his back, attempting to roll over oneo those flared wings so htat he ends up on top of her. Her muzzle is held closed now by the powerful rippling walls of his gullet.

03:39 Quazar feels her shoulders pop into his maw and knows that she's in trouble. She can barely move as he flips over on top of her, crumpling a wing into her side as he rolls. Now she can't even flare that back out as she's forced to switch positions with him. His weight making every movement hard. She feels the fight go out of her, knowing that no matter what now she was going to end up in his belly. She can't even force herself to squirm now as she feels the powerful swallows around her, her body going more and more like with every condemning gulp.

03:43 GyroFeather feels a sensation of sucess as the wing buckles beneath him, and with that andhs talons, he's able to force her second pare of shoulders inside as well. The feathers dampen and split in a manner that would requre quite a preening session should she get out of there as the beak creeps down over the wings. Gyro has his crop relaxed already as her snout pushes into it, forcing Quazar deeper still, down into the smelly bit of his belly. He dutifullyworks her down, ensuring that ever inch of her body is coated with the slippyer drool. When her hips push between her beak, he dips his tongue down to her nethers to get a taste of what he had been after before she decided to hump him.

03:46 Quazar squeaks and flails her legs, she had resigned herself to being food, not being a toy! She kicks out again but not even coming close to him as her legs were forced to stay straight out. She can't do much else though as her talons are pinned to her sides, the slippery gullet not giving a single inch of movement until she's forced into his crop.

03:51 GyroFeather cant help but laugh around her legs as he watches the legs fight and digs his tongue deep between her walls, lapping at the soft flesh while a talon moves up to brush over her tailhole. He gets a coupel digits covered in teh warm drool that gives her an unhealthy sheen and uses that to stroke over her sensitive button while another digit plunges itself into her warm musky tailhole. Even as the bird ahs his fun though, his gullet steadily draws her inside, putting the mare on a time schedule if she's to get off. Her head already would be pushing into his stomach while her forelegs slide into his crop.

03:57 < GyroFeather> (Quazar send or dont send, but I gotta pass out I think sadly)

03:58 < Quazar> (ok laters! Was busy)

04:03 < GyroFeather> (Ye no worries, was fun)