Collecting a Chicken's Trophy

2 July 2017

09:06 < Malunir> you live?

09:07 < Gyro Feather> when I'm not busy gurgling away

09:07 < Malunir> want to get busy?

09:07 < Gyro Feather> mayhaps~

09:10 < Malunir> Dreamhorse is here as well. Or in a few minutes maybe we could finish the forest thing from last year

09:11 < Gyro Feather> hmm perhaps so~

09:13 < Malunir> If not, my snek could go for some chicken^^ You would look wonderful in that new trophy section I have added recently.

09:16 < Gyro Feather> wow rude!

09:16 < Malunir> what?

09:20 < Gyro Feather> Birb is not food D:

09:20 Gyro Feather beats snake away with wings

09:21 Malunir coils his tailtip around the griff's tail, holding him from it like a teabag. "Mind your manners young man"

09:23 Gyro Feather squawks as he feels his tail entwined and tries to pull away

09:24 Malunir lifts the small griffon up over his head, the amber eyes looming underneath the struggling creature. "So, if you appologise nicely I won't keep you alive through the entire digestion deal. Sounds good?"

09:27 Gyro Feather shakes in the air as he comes face to face with the snake while his hot meaty breath blasts up into his face. The gryphon begins to flap his wings hard, raising himself airborne, but trapped by the tail, much like a living baloon. "Just let me go."

09:30 Malunir chuckles, "Sure", releasing the birb's tail only to snap up his hear half with his jaws a fraction of a second later. Since he did not appologise, the colourful prey was having a long and very unpleasant relocation process ahead of him, starting with the forked tongue sliding underneath his belly, tasting him all over.

09:36 Gyro Feather grins as he feels himself let go, and gets one flap up into the air before the snake slams into him. He squeals in pain as the sharp fangs dig into his body, trapping him there as he tries to squirm away. THe hot drool drizzles into his fir, matting it down while his hind legs push unpleasntly into the hot tunnel at the back of the snake's throat. He squrims, feeling the tongue running along his balls as he calls out, "L-let me go, dammit!"

09:38 Malunir toys around with the birb's fuzzy orbs, wanting to see if he could embarass him even more by letting him go down and become food with an involuntary hard on. Slowly he continued to slurp down over his prey, taking him inside more and more until his tail started to slip into the gripping embrace of his gullet.

09:41 Gyro Feather continues to flap his wings in a panic as if to pull away from the hungry snake, even as the jaws steadily slide forward around him. THe gryphon is making quite the ruckus as he calls out to he let free. Meanwhile, his sheath begins to twitch as the warm tongue curls up around his lumps, drawing out a whine and a gasp from his meal.

09:44 Malunir , right before the prey's haunched slide down to become a bulge in his throat, uses his forked tongue to pull back the feline sheath and lick over his cock one time, almost sensually. But soon that part of Gyro was devoured as well and all he had now was the merciless grip of the throat and the vibrations of the serpent's laughter.

09:58 Gyro Feather partially pushes free of his sheath underneath the new creeping sensation of the tongue against his nethers, but its by far not enough to cause the gryphon to reach half mast by the time he's pulled into the crushing depths of the snake's gullet. THe flesh squeezes hard around him, working the cool liquid that lined the other's insides into his tensing shaft. The gryphon's wing beats begin to slwo as his breath becomes labored from the workout.

10:32 Malunir makes sure Those wings stood no chance against the creeping advance of Malunir's jaws and were bent forwards in an absurd angle resulting in some cracking noises the snake took in with a happy grin and a small pause before he resumed devouring Gyro. Soon his jaws closed over the birdhead and plunged the prey into darkness, the squelching noise of the all consuming gullet his only sensual impression besides the crushing pulls of the gullet.

10:36 Gyro Feather yowls in pain as he feels his wings bent up in the wrong direction. He shakes his head and cries out, "Just bring me up slightly and I'll make it easy. I'll fold them in. You're gonna brea--" The gryphon's words devolve into nothing as a loud crack ends the resistance of his body where the wings now fould up around his head. It does not take long beofre the jaws then slide over his head, forcing him to breath teh foul insides of teh snake as he's cast into blackness. Gyro squirms inside, but his motions are hardly visible against the powerful muscles of the snake's body, drawing him ever deeper.

10:39 Malunir hummed happily as he heard the pleas, underlines by breaking bones. He could crush him if he wanted to, his gullet posessed that kind of strength and if not for some reason his stomach sure would. But where is the fun in killing prey #right away? Instead he moaned lightly when his sphincter was pried open and the little griff entered the hellish chamber of his stomach with his rump first, letting his half erect cock land in a nice puddle of acids, greeting him the serpentine way to his final resting place.

10:43 Gyro Feather finds things get somehow even more wet as the rolling motion of the snake's body pushes him down past the tight ring that signaled the entrance to his belly. WHile the first couple moments of it all are no big deal, he soon feels the sting of the acids against hsi more sensitive areas like his tail hole and half extended length. When his head slides in, he's then also greeted by the powerful stink of the snake's insides, leaving him coughing as the fumes burn at his inner flesh. He's couging far too much as he gets used to the chamber ot respond yet to his consumer.

10:47 Malunir grins. "Ah sorry. I did not want you head to go inside:" explained the cruel snake. "It lasts longer if your face is in my gullet but well, your luck I guess. Your torture was just halved from what I guessed it would be." He sounded almost defeated even as he relished the struggles of his little meal and felt how his stomach oozed with fresh acids to rub into the mangled form.

10:50 < Gyro Feather> (Well, snakes are really good at regurgitating things. I"m sure he could fix that :P"

10:53 Gyro Feather pushes his claws out against the walls of the snake, trying to force his way outside of the fleshy chamber somehow, even if it was ultimately futile. "F-fuck you, spit me out right now you damn snake," he growls, spitting even as the noise of teh snakes' words rumble through his body. He feels the sting of the juices growing even harsher around him as the pool deepens, while his fur begins to tingle beneath it as hte half protected flesh begins to react to the juices.

10:57 Malunir , As he feels the scraping talons, "leisurely" contracts his stomach, making the muscular tube crush down on gyro, making his disjointed wings snap like toothpicks before forcing the wind out of him alltogether. "I think the point where you could make any demands ended a while ago, snack." Now the muscular walls undulated and rubbed tightly over him, making fur or softened skin slough right off of his body, peeling his dick like a banana and covering him completely in fresh acidic juices. Only when he felt his meal on the brink of suffocation did he relax again.

11:05 Gyro Feather gasps for air as he feels the stomach muscles force his lungs empty, leaving him screaming silently while wings snap for yet a second time. Blue feathers and fur, along with his bright pink chest feathers begin to pool around him, coming off with the powerful ripples of teh stomach walls pulling at hsi flesh. He's in a world of pain now, fleeling himself burning and tearing all over as the powerful acids rend at his flesh. Rather quickly he's finding himself stripped bare while his mind starves for air. He feels himself just on the verge of passing out when he's sadistically allowed another gulp of air, taking with it a mist of juices that burn his tongue and leave him retching.

11:08 Malunir chuckles. "Want back out, little bird?" asked the snake with a sadistic sneer. it was a hint at freedom but one dripping of cynicism all the while. But the burning acids sure are something one could use a pause from. As Malunir relaxed his gut, the pool spread out, only sizzling away at the lower parts of the prey and giving his back and flanks to the cool breeze he so happily povided every meal with.

11:14 Gyro Feather finds himself only partially relieved though, as the rolling movements of the gut still splash the burning fluid up over his back and down his rump with a steady rythym, even as his belly is the bit exposed to the worst of it. "Y-yes! Spit me out please! I dont wanna die in here, I'm not food!" he protests. He's careful not to struggle too hard though, lest he upset his captor and earn another squeezing instead of being regurgitated.

11:20 Malunir , Again contractred the stomach, this time squeezing the griff forwards. What nobody had thought about were the poor prey's wings though. Again the flimsy, half digested appendages were being mangled when they refused to be forced through the narrow sphincter, causing pointy bone fragments to get pressed through the skin and fall out like little pellets. Still Gyro was going back up and soon found his acid drenched head plop into the snake's maw, but not further.

11:32 Gyro Feather finds his wings shattered one last time, but he's unable to breath and call out in pain as the small bones push free, allowing yet more acid inside. As his stinging body pushes up into the gullet, he breaths the fresher air of snake breath while the sensation of the acids steadily subsides, neutralized by the drool around him. His face is bare of feathers and has red sores along the chin which sting like much of his body regardless of the dulling of the stomach juices. He wiggles and says, "Well...arent...aret you going to finish spitting me out?" He ask in a begging tone.

11:36 Malunir laughed auchingly around his meal, covering him in more spit as a result. But then he only lays back his head again, opens wide to show off the nice blue sky beyond the trees and relaxes, letting his slick, slimy meal go right back into the hellhole he had emerged from just a few seconds ago. Accompanied by sickening laughter, Gyro was back in the same acidic puddle as before.

11:43 Gyro Feather shouts 'Noooo! You wer going to spit me out!" But his creis are futile as he finds himself sliding back down towards the belly of the beast. This time though, it seems that all but his head slides past the sphincter, exposing him to a pool that seems to have somehow grown deeper in his absense so that it surounds his body entirely if the stining sensation is anything to go by. The bird struggles hard, while his extremities deteriorate the fastest, revealing white bones beneath in some of the thinner parts.

11:50 Malunir chuckles, "Thanks for playing along, snack." "Now, the recod you need to break is six days and five hours. Have fun." ANd with that he coiled up, placed his heavy head on the smallprotrusion in his midsection and simply waited for nature to take its course. The acids were still working a little fast but at least he would get some enjoyment out of the little thing disintegrating. After a while Gyro's ruined belly burst open and the undulating stomach happily uncoiled the intestines nestled within.

11:57 Gyro Feather lasted only about a day in absoulte agony as he feels his body steadily melting away with nothing he could do. long before his belly had burst open, his paws and claws had become stumps inside as the flesh melted off the bones and the ligiments dissolved away. He gives one final cry in pain as his belly bursts open, an dthen finally succumbs to shock, passing out mercifully inside the snake, where its body would do the grisly work of liquifying everything, save for his indigestible fur and feathers.

12:00 Malunir makes a sudden very familiar popping sound and after a bit of retching and coughing, the disconnected and acid burned head of Gyro flew from his half open maw, landing somewhere in the dirt. He picked it up with his jaws again, chuckling as he climbed back onto his tree, mounting the skull somewhere, staring at its empty eyes while the remainder of him was turned into a pellet of feathers and a nice firm turd.

12:02 < Gyro Feather> (Feel free to leave him as quite the mess somewhere if you want ^^)

12:07 Malunir atched sleepily as some birds came by and picked the skull clean which he had mounted so nicely. First the eyes went missing and then bit by bit oversized crows tore off ore and more of the flesh. Meanwhile the main part of the Griffon was making his way through the snake's guts only to end up on a huge pile of indigestible refuse below the tree. Malunir pressed him out, making his cloaca part and a firm, bone speckled mess was forced out, falling down and breaking some brittle half digested bones on the pile upon landing. When he laughed at the sound, some pink albeit bleached feathers slipped out of his maw in a greasy pellet.

12:09 < Gyro Feather> <4

12:09 < Gyro Feather> <3

12:10 < Malunir> so, want to be added tot he trophy pile?

12:11 < Gyro Feather> sure!

12:24 < Malunir> you have been added^^