The Smell of Food

28 July 2017

23:35 PsyKey sniffs your feathers. "You do, indeed, smell like food."

23:37 GyroFeather frowns at the sudden intrusion of the stallion. He narrows his eyes at him and turns his beak up in a snort. "Thats because I scent my feathers. Unlike you, I care about smelling fresh and clean." The bird's feathers do indeed have a rather fruity smell to them.

23:39 PsyKey smirks, licking his lips. He preemptively pins the bird down with his magic, the force aroound his claws, prevennting movement._ "Oh, but what for?"

23:44 GyroFeather squawks as he feels the warm tingle of magic surround him and lock him in place. The bird gulps and shifts to glare at the stallion before him. "Let me go, you brute." His feathers ruffle as he tries to pull his claws up off of the ground.

23:53 GyroFeather squawks as he finds himself lifted up into the air and turned away from the stallion. His hind legs kick out, but his captor is too far away. The taste of sweat mixes with the light fruityness of his oils. Gyro can feel the hot drool working down into his tail feathers, drawing a growl from his chest. "What do you thik you're doing? You're ruining my feathers."

23:55 PsyKey is careful to pin the griffon's legs to his body as he slurps in the rest of the tail, now slimey as it went down his throat. He opens his mouth wider and is ready to take the rump in.

23:59 GyroFeather gulps from the first tugging swallow against his tail and then turns back to see his appendage steadily disapearing down the stallion's neck. There's not really any bulge from it righ tnow, but as his butt gets closer, he can feel the hot humid air against it, blasting against his tailhole. "W-what? What are you doing? Let me go!"

00:02 PsyKey proceeds to taste his meal, licking all over the bird's feathers. He licks over his anus and sheath, then a claw before slowly shoving the bird's rump in.

00:07 GyroFeather gasps as the tongue pushes against his tail hole, drawing out hsi bitter musky taste, along with causing his sheat to plump up involuntarily. Gyro's feathers are largely out of reach, but he can feel his fur matting underneath the assault of the warm muscular tongue. The teeth dig into his flesh as he's drawin in, leaving him wincing in pain while drool soakes into his body. He struggles in vain against the powerful magic.

00:10 PsyKey With a few bites and slurps, the oversized bird is pulled deeper. His rump makes a buldge in the stallion's throat, but he hardly cared. He was lost in the flavor of the meal he was blessed to consume. He couldn't believe his luck! Just a big meal walking right up to him and giving him a friendly lick!

00:14 GyroFeather 's shaft continues to extend as teh tongue runs over the sensitive length as he's drawn deeper into the other. He feels the throat muscles rising forward and grasping around his butt before its drawn in while hte magic ensures that his wing tips are trapped between his jaws. The bird whines and shivers as the creeping warmth of the slimy muscles move over him, while the tight gullet clenches around his butt which he could see from the outside. His own shaft keeps just ahead of the lips as it creeps free.

00:17 PsyKey licks over the delightfully tasty bird cock, loving his live meal! He slurps obscenely still, gripping the griffon's wings now with his teeth. He bites down, but continues. The bird's dick disappears behind his lips as it hardens and rests on his tongue, but only for a minute before it too is dragged into his gullet!

00:20 GyroFeather wiggles his hips back and forht as he feels the tongue rolling over his hsaft, causin his breath to quicken from the pleasure. SOon enough he reaches his full elngth, and then the tip disappears behind the lips. There's a momentary bit of great pleasure as the tongue rolls over his spaded head, but then the gulp sends that down to a dull roll of muscles. The more rational side of his mind is in a near panic as he realizes how quickly he's disapearing into the pony who's lips are now up to his belly.

00:23 PsyKey continues to lick and taste all over the bird, matting his wings and breaking a few feathers as he bites and continues to swallow. With some effort, he is now at his meal's rib cage and continuing to lick and bite, consuming his bird diinner!

00:30 GyroFeather 's bulge could now be seen at the base of his chest, begining to pushe out twoards the stallion's stomach. There's a sharp pain as feathers break, adn as his consumer nears his chest, the pony begins to reach feathers oncea gain. His hind paws begin to slip intot he beak, drawing out a chuckle from teh poor trapped bird as he tries to squirm free

00:33 PsyKey munches and licks, getting to the bird's neck! He ponders, while tasting all of what the meal had to offer, what the griffon must be thinking as his body was starting to fill the space that was his gut, buldginh is stomach out much like his thoat.

00:36 GyroFeather couldnt belive what was happening as his claws press into the other's maw. He tries to twist them and scratch along the flesh as the other gulps, but he cant seem to manage anything more than superficcial damage. He feels himself reaching the back of the stomach and begining to curl as he fights. , kicking his hind legs. Worse still, the foul breath of the pony now filled his nostrils as it breathed out around his face. "Spit me out, you brute! I'm not food."

00:39 PsyKey Slowly works him down. It took more than 10 minutes after that, but the big stallion pred managed to slurp the last of the griffon inside. It didn't help that he took some time to let his prey's beak sit on his tongue, preventing him from talking but tasting that bit of bone that must've eaten other griffons, or even ponies! However, the griffon was now in his stomaach with a last gulp that sent his whole body down to his gut._ "Oh, but you are! Now be a good meal and struggle. I could use a good massage!" _The stallion sits down and takes a few rubs of his stomach, feeling the outline of a griffon._

00:44 GyroFeather wrinkles his face once that is coated in drool with the warm bumpy tongue while the pony's teeth and lips come into focus in a fearful sight. Every time he goes to offer a protest, the tongue slips between his beak, gagging him and leaving him coughing ont he other's spit. He feels a jolt of pure terror once the lips close, sealing him in darkness whiel he's forced to breath in the foul stale breath of his predator. Then the gullet opens up as the tongue pushes him backwards. Soon enough the rest of his body spills into the stomach, blasting him with the stench of bile and leaving him coughing on the fumes. Struggle gyro does though, pushign his claws and paws out as hard as he can, leaving loose contours in the flesh.

00:53 PsyKey winces a bit from the pain, but laughs at the overall situation. _ "Oh, yes, waste your energy! You'll be too tired and you'll need to catch your breath! You only have so much air in there, though!" _He rubs his hut more, occasionally pressing against the little claws that attempt to fight, pushing back from the flesh of the stomach as the acids start to rise ever so slightly.

00:57 GyroFeather begins to notice the uncomfortbale tingle of acids as the wet fluid in the stomahc makes its nature known to him as its splashed up over his form. The gryphon squeals and kicks even harder now as he feels the pressure against his form. The loud noise of the stallion's words echo in his ears around him drawing a growl. "Let me go, you mosnter. Cough me up."

01:01 PsyKey snorts, "Hah, not a chance!" _Thee stallion continues to rub and massage his belly, it slowly shrinking to make as little space for the bird boy as possible. Without knoweing, he belcches obscenely, feathers raining from the gas expelled. He chuckles bit._ "Maybe I'll put your skeleton back together after I crap out your remains. Maybe use your skull to get me off and blow a load in your head. What I do know for certain is, you'll be pudge in a few hours!"

01:05 GyroFeather finds the tingling growing into a pain as feathers and fur alike begin to fall from his form into the soup around him, leaving bare flesh in its wake. The muscles clench tighter, while each roll knocks the wind oout of him. The bird is already feeling rather tired bt he time the pony belches loudly, removing the air from the belly and leaving him submerged beneath the tingling fluids. He wants to offer protest, but with no air, instead he's left just steadily feeling more an dmore light headed.

01:07 < GyroFeather> (Hmm if you want, you can leave you doing all those terrible things to the mess in the public rp channel, to humiliate the bird more :P)

01:07 < PsyKey> ( That sounds like a fantastic idea! )

01:10 PsyKey chuckles and rubs his meal more, sitting there for an hour as his stomach breaks him down. It shrinks steadily, his stomach growling with prrogress. He gets this interesting idea to wake his meal up from what slumber he may or may not be falling into. He stands up and does a belly flop, landing square on the stomach buldge as he hears distinct snaps of bone! All he offers is a manic laugh!

01:14 GyroFeather is just hanging on to the edge of consiousness as te stallion toys with him, swallowing down air and then brenging it back up. THe gryphon begging noises, which appear to fall on deaf ears, muffled through the flesh of the belly. Then he suddenly feels an impact and then feels a crunch. There's a howl of pain as bonse pierce through flesh, allowing the acids to get much deeper into his body. It hurts far too much for the bird to struggle now as he lays there in agony.

01:15 PsyKey dozes as time goes on. After hours of sitting down and waiting for his meal to digest. After snapping the bones of the griffon in a belly flop that tenderized and broke down what was left. The stallion was ready to sleep for hours as his meal travelled to his intestines, the stomach acids melting the body and pulling off what flesh they could, even dissolving some bones, which left the idea of recreating @GyroTech 's skeleton to put on display null and void._ _He wakes up hours later, noticing his stomach is smaller than before. He smirks and stands up, wobbling a bit from the weight. The bird had added pudge to his ass, and a bit of pudge to his legs, but nothing more, which meant there would be a large dump. He lets out a huge, visible fart that bleew loose feathers and fur throughout the room!_

01:18 < Sorren> ((Wow. that was the fast RP I ever saw))

01:19 < PsyKey> (( I'm not done yet, you dangus! ))

01:19 < Sorren> EDIT: ((Wow. that was the fastest RP I ever saw))

01:20 < PsyKey> (( The RP was done in PM, I'm just gonna dump him here for all to witness the pile of shit he has become! ))

01:25 PsyKey grunts after the fart, pushing on his muscles as his tailhole opens up. His small tail flags to get out of the way as the head of a huge shit can be seen!
He continues to grunt as the colon snake slowly coils on the ground. The sshit is filled with fur aand feathers, a few small bones poking out here and there. He has to stop and pant a bit before he continues.
He begins to push again, the colon chocolate resuming after it had snapped. More bones could be indentified in the crap, a whole mess of hair and feathers making it hard to tell. There are tons of little poots and spudders throughout the entire ordeal.
With a few more turds, and even more bones, there's a clog in his pipes. He has an idea of what it may be, and pushes really hard, flexing his muscles around the bone lodged in his ass. As the pressure surmounts, the skull of Gyro Feather comes tumbling out and lands on top of the huge mound of shit upside down. Another few logs of shit fall into it, filling it with crap!
He sighs, turrning around to face the steaming pile of shit, nearly large enough to be a mare. It gave off a horrendous stench that he much enjoyed. He sighed again as he relieved his bladder onto the mountain of shit, showering it in yellow._