No Substitute for Ham and Bird

24 September 2017

14:58 Gyro Feather walks off the train carrying a large bone in ham on his beak. There was no place to get in town, and the gryphon had spotted it on his day out. He hums to himself happily, hardly paying attention as he walks on past Kranos's house towards his own. The scent of the salted meat fills the air, and leave his own belly grumbling.

15:17 Kranos Wildtalon currently occupies his own kitchen, with its one window pointed directly toward the main street running past his home. Within there, this hungry avian had, to pass by his hunger until dinner, been in the process of buttering some toast. This event changed quickly, when a sudden glance of his own eyes out of the window, spotted both Gyro and the accompanying joint of delicious, salty ham perched on the peagryph's beak. "Sorry toast, you can wait for later!" He says in an apologetic tone, glancing down at what would be food for him, but now becomes wasted snacks when out the door, Kranos swiftly leaves, in an attempt to follow Gyro with hopes the other gryphon doesn't come to notice him.

15:22 Gyro Feather is far too occupied with the thought of consuming such a delicious treat this evening that he doesnt notice the gryphon trotting along behind him. He would fly, but such a heavy object made it rather difficult, and besides, it was only a couple blocks from the train station. The carefree bird ducks into an alley way, the fastest way home, and in pony country, he hardly felt the need to feel any fear walking through the dim narrow path. It was scarecely wide enough for two ponies shoulder to shoulder to walk beside each other when the junk that lined the sides of the street were taken into account.

15:32 < Gyro Feather> (boop~

15:34 < Kranos Wildtalon> [ Apologies at the slow replies! >.<

15:34 < Gyro Feather> (Its fine, but I will poke if I dont see ya typing at 10 min or so :P Just to make sure you saw it

15:39 Kranos Wildtalon kept his distance just enough, that Gyro won't pick up Kra's larger, firm stripdes of paws to the dirt floor. His mind though, his goals, were set upon that juicy joint, with his heterochromic eyes focused upon it and his tongue lolling from its beak as though to pant and drool. An alley way? Surely Gyro would be daft in taking that path, seeing how, not a moment after he'd turn down it, Kranos followed suit, taking into account the thin, narrow paths that barely catered to his size, from here? Well, seeing how both gryphons were out of public view, it became natural that he'd pick up the pace and close what gap remained before, inevitably, Gyro would pick up those hearty, deep breaths that bellow from his stalker's beak~

15:40 < Kranos Wildtalon> [[ I'm off to go have noms of my own, so I'll be back in arounf 20-30 minutes~

15:40 < Gyro Feather> (kk

15:45 Gyro Feather finally does hear the sound of the paws padding behind him and turns to look at who it is. It certainly was a rather odd thing, as he's never this neighborhood was unsafe around here. He stops and turns his head back to spot the large purple gryphon lumbering towards him, not even 5 feet away from his tail. There was a look in his those two toned eyes that made him feel a little nervous, and continues to trot forward, without taking his eyes off the gryphon at a much faster pace. Not more than a couple steps in, his talons knock against some debris and he stumbles. While the gryphon recovers enough not to drop the meat against teh ground, it does give the other creature ample time to close the gap.

16:24 Kranos Wildtalon made his presence known way too easily here. Being of a much larger size, more of Kra's being blotted out the sun above to cast a threatening, wide shadow along his spotted prey. Gyro had no hope really, seeing that when he did look back, the most prominant feature became Kra's open beak being licked across by a damp, near slobbering tongue amidst a typically spine-chilling, guttural growl. Sure enough, as the other does stumble and gives one hell of a show in his exceptional recovery skills, that wasted time serves In Kranos making up lost ground while being only a couple of feet away... And closing in~

16:24 < Kranos Wildtalon> [[ Still AFK-ish. Gotta wash the pots and pans

16:24 < Gyro Feather> (Alright

16:28 Gyro Feather begins to dash forward, though he's pretty sure he's in pouncing distance now if the other decided to attempt it in such a very narrow alleyway. The growl sends a bone chilling shiver through his body as he runs. This gryphon had looked incredibly feral to him, and he needed to get away. Gyro attempts to flare his wings, but merely slow him down as the tips end up brushing against the walls on either side. He can see the end of the alley way approaching. IF he makes it there, hopefully the other will call off the chase.

16:48 Kranos Wildtalon proceeds to pick up his speed just that little more, seeing a flash of fear having shine through Gyro's eyes which flueled his pursuit toward a more persistant manner. Sure enough though, the magnitude of bins and bags littered around, forced Kranos to divert his run into a snaking motion forward, eventually giving up in battling any obstructions by bending his legs downwards, before leaping up and forth toward Gyro, sure enough being close enough to simply jump on top of and push down his capture toward the dirt floor beneath! Sure, there had been more than an opportune chance to escape for Gyro, but he'd met his match now that all forces pushed him downward as Kra's weight piles on from above! From this point on, perhaps all he'd be met with, is the growling, sinister face of a feral gryphon having caught his daily prey!

16:53 Gyro Feather cries out the instant he feels the claws push down against his body, and a moment later, as the weight settles, he crashes down onto the earth, getting the ham coated in a layer of dirt as it spills from his beak. THe little gryphon cries out as the wind is knocked out of him. As he looks up, recovering, his beak is met the hungry look of a much larger bird. "Fine..fine take the ham, just let me go!" He calls out, squriming beneath the bulk, and yet not making much progress in getting himself free from the pile. His wings are half splayed out against the dirt too, leaving him unable to retract them against his body.

17:04 Kranos Wildtalon had aimed his paws to come crashing down just under Gyro's shoulders, with those limbs and the genral area being the first to land. Soon after though, Kra's hindlegs hit the ground, taking his own weight carefully as a grinding halt later leaves one Gryph on top of the other... And oh, does Kranos loom over Gyro, his two eyes narrow and slitted, bearing a sinister, hungry gaze when his clicking beak parts to make way for deep, gruff words to pour out. "See, I was going to take the ham for myself at first, anyway. Whether you said I could or not. But as it stands, your dinner has grown dirty and my dinner? Well, he looks positively delicious, especially with that grave fear running through his face~"

17:11 Gyro Feather gulps as he finds himself staring up into the rather greedy jaws of another bird and gives a little shake of his head. "N-no...seee it can be cleaned, and certainly ham tastes better than a dirty little bird. I'm just as caked in earth," the bird protests, pushing down on the ground to try and raise himself to his feet. The bird's shoulder blades sift underneath the tiercel's grip as he moves beneath his captor. THe hot breath of the bird wafts down over his beak, smelling like stale butter. "Please...I'm...I'm not dinner," the gryphon protests, as another shiver of terror rushes through him.

17:27 Kranos Wildtalon focuses his stare so it feels unmoving, unaltered by any protests that Gyro may try to pull off. "You may not be dinner now... But you soon will be! Along with your precious ham~" All of a sudden, Kranos doesn't seem as feral or instinctual as he first portrayed. But what had become clear, was his insistent, truthful words that coupled solely with his head dipping closer to that of the smaller gryph's beak, wafting warm air that stinks of old, raw meat and lingering butter trapped upon his tongue and fangs... Seems the gryph had eaten something meaty earlier... Or an unfortunate creature who crossed his path. Either or, seeing how he wasn't scared to show his honest intentions, Kranos drops down, to drag his now poking free tongue over Gyro's face, getting a good, long taste of the smaller tiercel~

17:32 < Gyro Feather> (Fangs?

17:32 < Kranos Wildtalon> [ Oh yeah, Kranos has teeth behind his beak.... I know, strange ddition, but an artist added them in and I rolled with it x3

17:37 Gyro Feather folds his crest down flat against his body. As that beak drops down towards his own, he coughs, smelling the old stench that seems to fill up his world. The air is nearly so humid that he can almost feel the prickle of dew forming on his feathers. The gryphon finds himself staring up at the pink quivering flesh with drool dripping down onto his face, though before Kran can lick him, he turns his head back down, choosing instead to rest his chin in the dirt than get more of a look at that awful sight. "How...how about if I just get you something else to eat instead. A ham and...I mean there's a place up the street that has very good [sub]imitation[/ sub] burgers. I'll pay," he offers. The feel of the warm tongue running down over the top of his head and crest sends a shudder through him while the drool soaks donw into his fruity feathers.

17:47 Kranos Wildtalon held a look of great need in his slitted eyes, perhaps a little too intent on what he'd planned to do. A deep, guttural rumble courses through Kra's belly beneath, while this larger, fierce looking hybrid simply takes a few steps back as those pinned front paws press along Gyro's back, then his hips and thighs. It was almost like he'd chosen to rethink what choices were available, even going so far as to toy with his catch in a sense of lifting each paw with enough wiggle room for his meal to slip free... That is, if his terror hadn't become all too overwhelming and frozen the poor, terrified gryphon in place. "No no. There ain't no food aside ham, that could possibly sate my hunger... And yourself seems the best choice I have right now. So lay still, cooperate and your demise will only come quicker~"

17:58 Gyro Feather begins to feel the paws slipping down along his body till he was nearly free and feels a bit of opportunity. Maybe the other one was deciding to let him go after all. THe smaller gryphon gets partially to his front feet, but his hind legs he can never work free enough to pull all the way out from Kranos's grip. He clenches his beak and turns to cast a glare back at the larger creature. "They have ham there too!" He claims, though he knows all to well the type of ham they have is made of soy and imitation. "Really! I'll buy you all the ham you could one, ham that's not covered in dirt," he offers. He then manages to slip free from the grasp and get to his feet.

18:09 Kranos Wildtalon had himself psitioned, so he's stood back, even seeming happy to release Gyro entirely and allow the smaller hybrid more than his share of room to get away and run off, is he so desires. But that glare of what may seem to be anger nad terror combined, seems only to be met with a change of expression turning from feral to intrigued, Kra's right eyebrow quirking upwards while the larger gryphon's body stands still and near stoic with a reshuffle, poised feathers bristled and stood on end of this towering hulk's upright form. "You're insistent to buy me food that'll substitute for yourself, huh? Well alright. How about you prove yourself and take me to this establishment? If you fail to offer what you've said, then I'll not hesitate to consume your pretty little body and see youself as a sacrifice~... So, get to it then!" Gesturing a lifted paw forward with a sweeping motion, Kranos lets Gyro lead the way, yet not before his sinister glare returns. "By the way. Choose to flee and you'll not be seeing the light of day again. Got it?"

18:10 < Kranos Wildtalon> [[ I'd do the whole vore scene now. But I've work in the morning and it won't be long before I sleep.

18:16 Gyro Feather just about starts to dash off when he hears the threat from the other bird, and shudders. He stops at the ham instead and picks it up before trotting back over to Kranos and giving it to him with a reluctant bow. THe litle gryphon seems rather cowed now and takes a step backwards. With a little frown he nods his head at the larger bird and syas, "Alright, fine...lets go ahead and get too it then..." His tail hangs incredibly low as he starts to make his way out of the alley. The feathers lay flat and his tail dips down low as he looks rather low to the ground. "Follow me..." The little bird leads the larger gryphon through the town over towards the meat shop. The only one in town, and even then, it caters towards the odder ponies and still serves imitation meats. The smell is still strong as the gryphon pushes open the door to the shop. "Well, take your pick."

18:38 Kranos Wildtalon had only just now realised that he towered over Gyro far more than previously thought. The little gryph, whom he follows with careful strides after placing the offered, filthy ham onto his own back and resting between those folded wings, looks almost like a midday snack as opposed to what he'd consider a three-course dinner.... Such a shame he's that short. Poor thing would barely touch the sides of Kra's throat when he does take the plunge! Taking the benefit of the doubt though, this larger gryphon follows close to Gyro, keeping right behind him, watching those swaying haunces move left and right with him unable to help himself but like his own beak with growing anticipation~ But soon. Soon, they reached the meat store, one that Kranos had honestly not found himself approaching all too often, but here he is, stepping inside, only to be hit with a plethora of scents that literally take him absolutely aback! "W-woah! Uhh... Uhm." As his senses regain themselves, flitting eyes and one's sharpely turning head, soon has his gaze settling on what looks to be the mothload of ham joints that he'd lift a paw up to point at. "I'll take that one!"

18:53 Gyro Feather was only about half the size of the other gryphon in hieght, which made him far smaller in turms of meat on his bones. "Well...here we are, the only meat store in town," he says with a nervous smile lupon his beak. All sorts of delecacies dotted teh shelves and as Kranos picks out one to snack upon, gyro grins. He pays the shop keeper and then hands the packaged meat to the other bird. Gyro gives a small smile and begins to back away from the other bird. "Alright, well now you've had your second treat too, I'll be on my way." Gyro is trying to make his escape before Kranos discovers that the bone in the ham is actually just wood, and that the meat is really just flavored and textured soy.

19:11 Kranos Wildtalon had to admit that having a broad body like his? It really helps him carry more stuff safely on his own back... Though, seeing how he'd kept a close eye on Gyro the entire time and now has but a package to tear into... Which he does with great precision and ferosity when his claws slash through the string tying it shut!... But what's seen inside when he opens the lid right up, only offers but a growing growl, prolonged and heard to raise in tone and irritance when realisation came of it not being genuine, seasoned and roasted ham. Only then, would Gyro need to show he's truly scared, as right in front of the shopkeep having served them, his head snaps to the side, body slowly soon to follow as he glares with grand intent and a truly feral, hungry expression that lands onto his meal's face. "I think you didn't understand what I said... I expected you to buy me ham. Not this fake, substitute crap that those daft equines eat in hopes to be called true carnivores!" With his tone rising toward borderline instinctual, like a lion stalking a zebra for the sole purpose of food, Kranos quickly closes the gap between himself and his real food, whom will find that behind him, is nothing more than an entrapping corner. "Heh, you've nowhere to hide! Submit now and I'll be sure you're taken care of quickly. Struggle and protest? You'll be wishing I make this quick!"

19:19 Gyro Feather hasnt even made it out the door when the gryphon opens up the package and finds it rather not to his liking. "G-go ahead, and trie it. It tastes almost like the real stuff...I'm sure you've had plenty and never relaized it," gyro responds, as a shiver of pure terror runs down his body. He backs up into the door, which unfortunatly swings inward and not outward as the other tiercel begins to approach him. Gyro casts a glance over to the shopkeeper who looks terrified in his own right at seeing the large teircel begining to burn in rage. But, the two of them are blocking the only way out of the shop. "N-no! Help! He's going to eat me!" The gryphon calls out, hoping that the other pony would do something. He's too paralyzed with fear though, and now Kranos's beak is right in his face as he breathes out the foul scent upon his beak. "You...you could eat that pony. Surely they're easier on the system than all my feathers..." he says, whimpering.

19:20 < Gyro Feather> (You probably are going to have to eat the pony :P Might be fun to make gyro eat enough fake meat that his stomach bulges~ Just to be more filling, without kran having to eat it himself :P

19:23 < Kranos Wildtalon> [ *Ywans!* Damnit, if anything, I may have t pause now or after my next reply, because I am getting real sleepy at this point... But eat the pony? That'll just allow Gyro to run off!

19:24 < Gyro Feather> (Well you might have to eat them after, and block the door while eating gyro :P

19:24 < Gyro Feather> (Just cause, otherwise kranos would get reported :B

19:39 Kranos Wildtalon had yet to even pay the shopkeep's presence much attention in this scenario, doing so with ignorance as his blood begins to boil and his inner rage starts to steam up and rise. A great look of anger fills Kra's voice and expression, with his face contourted, eyes squinting and narrowing as those powerfully large paws carry himself closer toward Gyro in large, intimidating strides that carry his towering, albeit tightly packed form through that shop's inner front. There was, as such, barely the room for Kranos to move, seeing this building hadn't been constructed for a gryphon of his size and magnitude, but he made what room had been available, work to his advantage now he's but inches away from perhaps bumping beaks with his meal. "I don't eat fake, wannabe meat. If anything, I go hunting for the real thing. Track down a snack, kill and prepare it to be that delicious, succulent meat I adore to rip into!... And look, you've gotten me all riled up for a hunt. Thing is though, I've already caught who it is I want to devour and digest, which gives you no room to barter or escape!~" Seeing that the only way for anyone to leave, had been the door Kranos now stands in front of, it was now up to Gyro, to see that terrifying beak before him, swing open in a groaning yawn, bringing forth Kra's vile, thick stench and the slimey, pink tunnel delving deep into darkness while masked with rivulets of his dribbling drool attached between both jaws and his inner cheeks.

19:56 Gyro Feather couldnt step forward and then open the door behind him if he wanted to, as even then, Kranos's body would block it before he could dart around. So, even with that wooden portal at his back, he's trapped in place, quivering now as he's forced to stare down the beak of the large angry bird. "But...but...I gave you that ham, you took it from me in the alley way. Surely thats enough...you cant...just eat.." the gryphon gulps and shudders in his spot. "...me..." The force of the gryphon's breath blasts drool onto his face while his feathers are blown backwards. THe smell leaves the tiny bird coughing and scrunching up his face. Gyro's claws reach up to pushe back on Kranos's body, even as futile as such an action mihgt be. It certainly looked like the only way he was going to escape was down that dark pulsating gullet full of quivering flesh, and then out the back door...in a much less solid form. Gyro pulls abck now, sitting so that he's as far from Kranos as he can be with his back phycally pressed to the wood behind him. "That pony though...I'm sure they're way more succulent than me. I'm all gamey...and smaller than them." While he was about the same size, his sleek gryphon shape certainly left him with less meat than a pony.

20:08 Kranos Wildtalon hadn't once decided to pull back his posture, choosing instead to add to his intimidation and leave Gyro continuously inhaling every outward, vile breath that Kranos pumps out. There is but only a gap between bouts of his jaw hanging open, if only to allow the larger, trembling gryphon time to speak his reasoning and response in this scenario. "Y'see, I can and I [b]will[/b] eat you! Ham or no, you look positively devine as an appetiser... As for the equine?" With a snap of his head back and to the right, Kranos sneers at the gray-coated, white-maned earth pony quivering behind his till. "He'll be the main course... Can't be leaving no witnesses to escape, after all, heheh!" A low chuckle escapes Kra's beak once more, as he seems to snap into a sudden turn back toward his first meal, beak again swinging wide as a paw's raise grabs hold of the small tiercel's head from behind, fighting any pushing he pulls off with a violent tug of pink head, to the awaiting, convulsing gullet and beak already lunging forward to swallow around Gyro's face and beak!~

20:15 Gyro Feather 's face is soon completely splattered in the drool which then drips down his beak and splashes upon the floor in long tendrils. The gryphon looks left and right, but there really is no where to go, and the breath of the other creature has him rather nauseous to boot as well. The trembling pony is trying to hide in the back of the shop, hoping that he will be able to get away once Kranos has finished the gryphon. The peacock lets out a loud squawk as Kranos turns to address him again, and only has a moment to react as a claw reaches behind his head. Gyro's talons grasp upon the purple arm of the other, trying to drag it off of his neck. Unfortuantly he has not the strenth for this, and in moments finds his beak pushing into the dark depths of teh other's gullet. The muscles give around him enough to admit inital entry, and then squeeze hard and drag him deeper. The bird is plunged inot a smelly darkness as the drool clogs his nostrils and chokes him. He can feel the tongue beneath his chin and hte hot saliva leaving his coat completly saturated as the fruity feathers tickle across the tongue. THe sound of swallowing echoes around him as his head is drawn entirely into that hard beak.

20:19 < Kranos Wildtalon> [[ I'm sorry. I'm falling asleep in my chair. May we pause this until tomorrow, hun?

20:20 < Gyro Feather> (Sure

20:20 < Kranos Wildtalon> [[ Thanks hun. Goodnight!

15:41 Kranos Wildtalon proceeds to initiate his swallowing rhythm, loud [b]schlurks[/b] of the gryph's tightened, moist throat ready to pull down the shoved in beak that breaches swiftly into his dark, one way tunnel. Relentless in his efforts, Kra shows no mercy, his mouth opened to its limits as that paw continues to push his inevitable meal within, Gyro's vision is left veiled by growing darkness, his head making light work in sinking inside and past that large, golden beak as his pred's tongue starts to rise and drag along his chin and neck, revelling in those fruity flavours while his own aroma, one less inviting or tasteful, plunges into the peacock's nostrils, copious globs of drool already matting his pink head feathers down, if only to lubricate them for an easier descent!... But, as this all goes on, Kranos makes a mental note to be sure he doesn't skip the main course still quivering behind him~

08:41 Gyro Feather raises his talons and pushes them hard against the other's soft downy chest, digging the tips in to secure himself from slipping any deeper as everything goes black. The beak creeps up around his face now, saturating his feathers in the hot drool found within that maw and leaving him coughing as some of it gets into his beak and obstructs his breathing. The first gulp sounds loudly in his ear holes as the muscles clench down around his head and beak, drawing them inside and leaving a hefty bulge beneath the other's bright purple feathers. WIth his rump pushed back against the wooden door and the claws holding his wings closed, the only direction he seemed to have to go was deeper into the greedy gullet of the other bird.

08:53 Kranos Wildtalon removes his one paw from Gyro's head at this point, seeing his meal having already been accepted into his own rippling throat, the tight encasement of muscles would ensure that this appetiser had no way of pulling free. There's a sudden change in pressure, as one push of Kra's head forward and down, served to engulf Gyro's face, head and now neck into the cavernous, grumbling pathway leading only to his demise. This became an aid when his food failed to push back further due to the door behind him blocking his form from pulling away. Again, while Kra's rhythmic sounds of those moist walls kiss and collide with the bird trapped inside and drawn closer to being nothing but nutrients, the larger gryphon's paws raise up and clasp Gyro's arms, perhaps being a little too relentless in dragging both backwards, held against those soft, blue feathers lining his snack's sides~ There, that'll make things easier!

08:54 < Kranos Wildtalon> [[ Well that response sucked! I'll do better though. Just getting into the swing of the scene ^^

09:07 Gyro Feather feels the force against his butt increasing now as the other's massive body leans forward, shoving him deeper between the greedy beak. His shoulders fold in now as that claw moves down his back, holding his wings in place even as he begins to flare them , finding them now trapped against his claws in a rather uncomfortable manner. They're not properly folded, even as the wing shoulders press into the humid beak. Hot drool drips down over his chest, working the powerful slime into his soft coating which ruffles against the tongue. Each swallow comes with a loud wet squelch as the drool is pushed down into his ears. Gyro calls out, but his voice is muffled as the confines of the throat force it closed and push the stale drool up against his own tongue.

09:22 < Kranos Wildtalon> [ Apologies!

09:35 Kranos Wildtalon slips his oversized paws and talons around each side of Gyro's smaller being, with his 'thumbs' pressed along that drool-laced chest dampened by Kra's excessive saliva while his 'fingers' scoop over those dishevelled, misplaced wings and arms to keep each from obstructing the meal's inward journey. Humidity grows heavy quickly as Kranos provides another array of powerful swallows, his size over the other meaning those shoulders and wing joints held little to slowing his descent as more of the peacock's body slips with ease within. Drool which builds inside Kra's beak and maw, matte down feathes contacting the sticky liquid, lubricating him more and more until Gyro's beak, eventually, breaches his predator's crop. Kranos, now utterly enjoying his food, purrs with growing lust and delight, even going so far as to lift Gyro off the wooden floor below and raise him higher than that beak tickling along his food's spine, offering little in the way of hope, as both gravity and his straightened out gullet allows one easy drop only slowed off by his own convulsing, bulged out neck squeezing hard along any features crammed within his being~

09:47 Gyro Feather moves his hips and shoulders back and firth, writhing in the powerful grip of the other creature, though this served to do little than to make the lump in Kra's neck jiggle with his desperate motion. As his shoulders reach the gullet, hte fluffy pink down gives way to a soft blue fur that drags across the tongue. and sucks up less of the spit than before, making it all the easier for the gryphon to draw him in. As Gyro pushes out into the more spacious sack, he lets out a scream of terror from his now freed beak, while the smell of the purple bird's past meals floods his senses. "Spit me up! I'm really not meant to be food!" The gryphon calls out, even as his hind legs are lifted skyward. Gyro goes rigid inside the chamber, though that's not enough for him to overcome the force working him in, and instead he's forced to curl. His hind legs wheelbarrow futily in the air, while the lump in the base of Kranos's gullet steadily fills with his meal.

10:06 Kranos Wildtalon denies the peacock any further distance when he's forced to curl up inside Kra's crop, the sphincter below a tightened, sealed off gateway not yet ready to open up and fully trap away his next meal. Instead, his crop's stretching space deforms and bulges further as more of that brightly coloured peacock disappears inside, gravity surely not a friend in his futile efforts of fighting off this hungry, relentless gryphon still feeding upon Gyro's form. Now as the blue fur takes over pink feathers, less drool is lost within, as it merely cascades over anything Kra's now lashing tongue can capture in its violent dance, adding less resistance and still those powerful muscles lining his neck, draw in and pull his snack inside, more of his crop filling up as collective humidity and the vile smell of digesting past meals, attack the other's nostrils, offering nothing in the way of fresh air as his beak takes in Gyro's hi[s by this point, perhaps pushing him in faster than the peacock would like!... Those grumbles and growls in his belly aren't going to be sated if he takes anymore time!~

10:21 Gyro Feather listens to the organic noises that fill his ears, the steady swallowing of the gryphon around his rump, the constant thumping beat of teh bird's heart, the heavy breaths which push up against the walls of the crop, and most frighteningly, the growling gurlging stomach taht seemed not too far ahead of him. He could feel the sensation of Kranos picking up speed, especially as his arms for forced tightly to his sides by the warm embrace of the gullet. As his hips push in, the shaft glazes against the tongue, sending a shudder of unwanted pleasure through the form of the smaller bird. Gyro squeals in frustration as he bathes in the warm drool, while his body begins sweat from the heat around him, merely adding to the pool. Gyro's hind legs kick uselessly in the air while his tail thrashes. The gryphon calls out muffledly, though his words are lost ot the thick flesh of the other's gullet.

10:39 Kranos Wildtalon let his plethora of deep, roaring noises fill both Gyro's mind and ears, that world of muffled terror being all he could now succumb to, knowing full well what's soon to come. Great warmth begun to swarm Kra's distended crop, his neck and chest both outlining wonderfully around every squirming feature that Gyro chooses to kick out, offering no give aside the next array or hearty swallows that transition into tight, taut squeezes which serve only to pack his meal tighter into a smaller, curled up ball. Those smells grow nasty, his many noises grow needy, the warmth and darkness a reminder of his awaiting demise soon to become a reality~ Kranos, from the outside, does naught but murmur in his muffled toned, watched closely, out of fear, by the shopkeep still trembling behind him, eyes feasting on the last few inches of Gyro's disappearing hindlegs that, when he gulps again, the strength of Kra's throat pulls even those within his closing beak, with only that tail left for him to slurp up like spaghetti! Sure enough, Gyro certainly isn't enough to quite fill Kranos, but his fate as a snack, is sealed away entirely, at the loud [b]snap[/b] of his pred's beak finally being able to close~

10:50 Gyro Feather fells himself slipping down further as Kranos gulped around him, causing the shapes of his form to show all the more clearly on the outside of the crop beneath those deep purple feathers. Try as he might though, he doesnt even seem to slow his own rate of consumption, even as teh tongue is now playing over his hind paws. Those are pushed further backwards with a heavy gulp, drawing a slight giggle from the creature his foot pads are tickled by the slippery muscle. Then that pretty tail is drawn inside too, hiding his peacock feathers behind the hard beak. That loud snap he can hear even from deep inside Kranos while the smell of the belly plays havok on his nostrils. He fights hard, pushing his hind legs against the walls, and causing his bulge to shift while he hears the noises of pleasure from his predator. At least he hadnt been sent to the belly yet. Maybe it was all a joke, he hoped. "Alright...you got me...now you can spit me right abck up, show's over."

11:15 Kranos Wildtalon raises his head all the way up until it stands vertical, letting himself feel the squirming slip of those ticklish hind paws attacked by his own curled over tongue, slide between constrictive, almost crushing walls that ride out his prey's one way descent! This, from the outside, had been trailed closely behind by one paw's stroke downward, letting him truly enjoy the experience of this thrashing peacock now forced to curl over himself and bathe in those vile, damp strands of drool heavily dripping across his every feature while soaking and combining with what sweat Gyro produced~ "Aahhhhhh~ G-gosh, that was devine~" Perhaps Kranos hadn't heard Gyro plead to be freed, or he chose to ignore the peacock entirely, now focused fully on constraining and pulling his own crop inwards as it pulls taut and squeezes around the meal stuffed within, making sure well he knew what was coming and that those vivid masses of feathers and fur were truly encapsulated in his sticky, thick saliva! "Hhmmmmrrfff~ Heheh!" Now he'd taken his appetiser fully, Kra wasted no time in turning around and narrowing those sisnister eyes toward the shopkeep now in his view. "Did you enjoy the show? Like what you see? I hope so, becuase you're next~"

11:15 < Kranos Wildtalon> [[ So many spelling mistakes corrected and I stuill fucked up.

11:15 < Gyro Feather> (Eh its finw

11:15 < Gyro Feather> (FIne even

11:22 Gyro Feather kicks and pushes against the paw that shoves at his form, feeling himself shifting ever deeper inside the gryphon till his hind elgs are forced to curl up with his body. The gryphon groans as he hears the booming voice all around him, praising his flavor and the sensation of him in the at squishy sack. As the muscles tighten, gyro gulps, thinking htat he's about to be sent further on down, but instead they just limit his struggles. Each breath comes with it about a mouthful of drool that he'se forced ot gulp, leaving the foul slime upon his tongue. Gyro's heart sinks as he hears him address the shop keeper, as that pony was truly his nly chance of escape. By the time Kran had turned to face him, the stallion had completely ducked behind the counter and hidden himself away, out of sight in some hope of having the bird forget or give up looking for him.

11:40 Kranos Wildtalon had to admit, then when he'd turned to face the grey pony, all he saw was an empty room... But that wasn't right. He'd been blocking the only exit that seemed fathomable at the time and those windows surely weren't all that big enough for a pony to slip out of, at least with ease. "Huh. Now where have they got to?" With one paw raising to slip a talon against his beak to ponder, Kranos now heaves himself up onto his own four paws, the great shift of his being bringing on another one of those dire, strengthy swallows that, as Gyro suspected and dreaded, opens up the lower sphoncter and allows passing of his meal's head firther within... But these walls he's to slip between, were more than a step up from what he'd past experienced. Whereas the stench had been invasive in Kra's crop, what swarms out of his stomach, would be all his meal can inhale. The vile, disgusting mix of digesting meat and those potent acids, fill both lungs and cause them to burn within, not one bit of oxygen remotely available anymore as a resonating, booming growl rattle's through the snack's ears. This is it. This is his fate and every heavy step Kranos takes toward that counter, served only to push his peacock closer to the awaiting, active stomach below~

11:53 Gyro Feather smirks to himself as he hears the distress of the larger bird in being unable to find his other quarry, and hopes that perhaps this means that he'll be able to get free. scaring Kran into coughing him up. This hope is soon dashed though, as when he feels himself shifting with Kran getting up, the lower sphincter opens wide while the crop begins to pushe down around his hinds. The smaller gryphon is slowly extruded into the vile chamber beyond where the foul air overwhelms him. The acidic fumes sting at his eyes, while the gryphon is left coughing from the effect on his lungs. The odor is absolutely vile and makes the smaller bird begin to wretch, though there's nothing for his belly to cough up. The bird pushes down into the oily liquid below him, and then comes to the surface sputtering, while his beak had been flooded with the bile which stings at his tongue and leaves him all the more queazy. "N-no! Stop! Please!" He begs, knowing all too well once he's fully out of the crop, there's no hope of him being able to be pulled free.

12:24 Kranos Wildtalon continues his hopeful search of the shop he'd decided to dine within, looking about frantically, yet surprisingly calm for that equine whom had watched all that happened before him. As before, every step Kranos took, another swallow rippled around Gyro, every gulp brought his crop to squeeze downward from the top, like a toothpaste tube strained for the last remaining paste inside. This rhythm alone, had Gyro plunging further into Kra's stomach, the bigger bird's underbelly and torso pushing outward, distended by his meal. Within moments, Gyro's head had been forced inwards, darkness surrounding him, with all but the splashing pool of those putrid, acidic fluids spraying upwards to land on and coat his facial feathers, already working away to strip away anything they touch! That sphincter alone, contracts and draws open sporadically, with every clench crushing around his snack's neck, then shoulders, upper arms next. This was a one way dive that happened quickly, as his crop lessens in size and his belly takes on that sagging weight. "Come out, come out, wherever you are~" There's really not much room for Kranos to walk around this petite 'butchers'. But he does have the space provided to press forepaws onto the counter top and heave himself over to stand and take a glancing around his surroundings, vision perhaps just missing the pony below him. "If you come out, dear pony, I'll make this easy for you. Quick, painless... But persist with your hiding or resist? Well, I'll be sure to have yourself slowly feel everything burn around you as you're digested into nutrients!~"

12:43 Gyro Feather had only been in contact with the juices for a minute, but already he can feel the stinging burning of the muck against his face as the feathers soack in the juices. There's a lumpy muck wihtin the liquid, thickening it up, no doubt the crackers from earlier that teh gryphon had been snacking on. Each motion makes a loud glorp in his ears as the gunk is mucked about him, splashing into his chest feathers next, and then bis belly fur as he tumbles down into the aclds completely now. The gryphon lets out a loud squawk of fear and pushes his talons out against the sides of the belly, trying to claw his way free as he hyperventilates in the chamber. The tingling is all around him now, and the organic noises of the bird's insides are all he knows. As Kranos seaches for the pony, who was hidden in teh counter directly beneath his beak, Gyro can feel sensations burning up into his tailhole and nethers. THe motions of the larger bird cause him to shift around insid ethe chamber, making it difficult ofr him to keep his footing as he fights to escape.

07:20 KranosWildtalon 's belly was active. The resounding, ear piercing gurgles of bubbling acid swarming Gyro, was all that could be heard within. Echoing noises filling his new meal's ears, with the thick, glooping fluids working to break down those recently consumed crackers that leave a sticky mess of muck now clinging to Gyro's feathers and fur. The heated burn his acids gave off, left no room for slacking, as any contact with the gryphon, resulted in his

07:21 < KranosWildtalon> coat being singed and stripped away, the skin below subject to a painful, growing bubbling as he's eaten away at slowly, breathing a struggle and soon to be impossible.

07:21 < KranosWildtalon> Kranos, who remains focused on the equine that feared for his poor life, gave a small jostle of his now hanging belly, shaking Gyro and his bathing fluids around moreso to create a stew within. It wouldn't be long before his prey succumbs. "I don't hear any words spoken, little pony. I'll take your silence as willingness toward my cause~" Remaining calm, but intimidating, the hulking gryphon now hanging entirely over the

07:21 < KranosWildtalon> front counter, dips his head and meets the shopkeeper directly, his grin toothy and sinister as a gurgling growl emits from Kra's throat. "There you are~"_

07:38 GyroFeather squeals out in fear and pain as the tingling against his flesh envelops him, and singes at his flesh, while the stomach muscles squeeze against him, pulling at his feathers and fur with thier sticky flesh. He pushes his claws and paws out, creating small bulges in the gryphon's purple belly, while the acids grow all the more powerfully around him. The mush is thinning now as his presence stimulates more production of those powerful juices. He attempts to stand up out of the pool, but the cramped belly only provides him a little bit of his form outside of the goop, and even those bits are saturated in muck that fills his feathres.
Outside, the shopkeeper lets out a squeal as he comes face to face with the larger bird, and gulps. "B-but I...I didnt pass it of as real meat! You cant do this!" He calls out, as he sits there, shaking in fear. He'd try and dart away, but that face is blocking the only Egress, casting a dark shadow over his meaty form._

07:44 < GyroFeather> (also sorry about slow, work as I said

08:00 < GyroFeather> (boop

08:24 < KranosWildtalon> (Yeah, I'll have a response out soon. Just dealing with crap that popped out of nowhere.

08:26 < GyroFeather> (alright ^^ no worries!

09:24 KranosWildtalon 's eyes soon turned to skits, squinting harshly toward the shopkeeper he now barriers in by his head alone. "I can do what I want right now! You may have never advertised it as proper meat, but the idea of selling such meatless garbage and flaunting it around as a genuine product is disgusting!... So to make up for that, you'll be my dainty supply of fresh, genuine meat~" Opening his eyes and beak, the equine had nothing more than a slippery, dark gullet to peer into. An abyss he'd be plunged into, which echoes with the muffled cries and squeals of pain-driven fear by Gyro, whom found himself forced to fall victim to a grueling, gorey end.
That one free paw, which initially held his own distilled, yet agonisingly tightening, crushing belly, moved forth, a swift dive down and over the counter ending in it grasping at two flailing front legs that are yanked and heaved outwards and upwards to bring his food up to eye level now Kranos can stare intentionally into two horrified eyes. "Now you're pretty much stuck here, how would you rather go? Quick and painless? Or slow, memorable and traumatising?~" During his speech here, the largely oversized gryphon heaved his body upwards and back, slamming on his haunches and sitting down, with the resulting shock wave causing but another wave of active, thinned acids to wash over Gyro's face, his neck, shoulders and body. There was no room to run anymore, as his fluids pick at and eat away at his peagryph's skin and feathers, that coat stripped clean at this point, his flesh the next to burn and peel away gradually._

09:44 GyroFeather finds himself inverted slightly as kranos leans down, causing the bird to slash forward against the entrance to the stomach. His motions can easily be seen once the gryphon lifts back up, exposing his heavy meat filled belly beneath. The gryphon whimpers inside, feeling the tingling growing to pain as feathers begin to flake from his form, leaving patches of angry red upon his skin, not that it could be seen in the dark sack. All around him, he can hear the bird's speach ringing in his ears, drowning out the heartbeat and breathing of the other bird. Suddenly there's a thump, and Gyro is sent round and round in that stomach, plunged beneath the liquids, where it invades his beak and his nose. The sour awful bitterness bites at his tongue und up his nostrils as he's left coughing.
Outside, the pony yelps in terror as he finds himself staring down that dark tunnel, and smelling the scent of the gryphon on the other's breath. The gullet pulsates before him, while hot rivulets of saliva drop down onto the tongue. He's shivering and squirming in the other's grip as he's lifted up into teh air, and left looking down in horror at the lumps in that gut. "N-no! It says imitation on teh shop door! Let me go! I dont want to go either way!"_

10:30 < GyroFeather> (boop

16:05 KranosWildtalon felt but a deep, bubbling rumble build up within his belly, the over reacting simmer of acid blended by his squeezing, slimey walls, built up a grumbling pass of wind that rushes up Kra's convulsing gullet and out of his opened beak mid sentence. "Wrong ans-BRRRRPPPP!!" His next meal would be washed over by the stench of a digesting gryphon and the other few lbs of meat already melting away inside his belly... Not that Kranos would care, as he does nothing more than grin. "Wrong answer, Bucko"
Burning, stinging, sizzling, the gunky muck of acidic discharge eats and pierces through Gyro's flesh, picking away at what feathers, what fur and other outside features remain on his body, while his dunk inside also offered the terrible sensation of internal burning with his stomach fluids now having washed into Gyro's beak and nostrils. He was doomed at this point, breathing a real struggle, albeit impossible, as any fresh air had run out, replaced by the recycled, carbon rich air contaminated by that grueling stench of degrading meat.
Outside, as Kranos now intentionally squeezes and clenches his expanded belly's muscles, walls rubbing and breaking down his meal, the large avian grips his second forepaw around his next meal's right foreleg, both brought down and around against this equine's sides and grasped tight. He's trapped and his fate sealed, with Kranos speaking a sinister, yet teasing tone. "Say goodbye to the life you knew, food. As you'll never be around to see it again~"_

16:20 GyroFeather 's ears are left ringing as that massive belch overwhelms his very being and presses him tighter with a sudden contraction. He's plunged beneath the liquids once more and finds it difficult to resurface as there's little to nothing left in the chamber for him to escape. Already he can feel that his tail has been work down to the bone in places, as has parts of his claws as the knuckles and wrists are stripped away., making every moment in that stomach agony, and espcially moreso as the free claw squeezes against him, followed by a crack as one of his leg bones shatters in half, forcing an exhale of bubbles into the stomach juices. His entire body feels like its on fire, while the scent of vomit permeates all of his senses. The bird's head is getting lightheaded now, but he'd probably last till the influx of oxyten from the next prey.
The pony, however, screams as the reeking air blasts over his muzzle, leaving him feeling quesy to his stomach, and practically heaving. as he's held up against the dying sensation of the bird inside the gryphon's belly. Little tears begin to form at the edge of his eyes as panic and fear overwhelm him, clouding his vision. "N-no! I had nothing to do with this! I'll give you anything you want._

17:21 KranosWildtalon , in his currently gluttonous state, didn't have much in the way of sympathy for the horse in his tightened grip. Instead, he'd try offering comfort, his voice softened, low, yet deviously teasing, coupled by a slitted grin and lidded eyes. "Shh Shhhh. What if I want you?" There wasn't room for much in the way of an answer here. Kranos had his goal in sight and as such, when done speaking, his beak swung open, agape, exposing the wet, undulating chasm and gullet leading past his slithering tongue. Whisking over the shopkeeper's nose, was that vile, acidic smell, before he's plunged into darkness, his head pushed forcefully into Kra's mouth, then throat by powerful arms, succumbing to the gripping mass of muscles dampening and swallowing over the horse's head.
Deep inside Kranos, the bubbling sea of toxic fluids had risen. There wasn't much room for Gyro to lift his head from the drenching, nibbling acid that worked wonders in breaking him down. Chunks of flesh now were the next victims to the digestive assault. Facial skin falling off, splashing down around the peagryph, his tail all but bone, growing brittle and on the verge of snapping off.... That spine chilling snap of bone though? It was a noise left oblivious by Kranos, whose focus fell solely on shoving his next meal, who writhes with great panic and fear, into his belly to also be nothing more than fat and fertiliser for Kra's garden~_

17:32 GyroFeather unfortunately finds himself reinvigerated as Kranos begins to swallow around the poor stallion he's decided to take as another victim, forcing mouthfuls of fresh pair past that muzzle and down into the stomach. What was a bird on the verge of passing out, with his senses dulled suddenly finds his brain reawakening to mountains, acids biting deep into his body and leaving pock marks across it. His sheath has entirely been eaten away, leaving a massive wound of agony, while other parts of his body report themselves as missing as well. Anothe rsqueeze and the tail gives way, snapping off, not that he could feel it at this point anyways with the nerves totally dissovled. He can feel himself pressing up against it though, the sharp bones cutting deep gashes into his sides, which enable the bird's juices to venture deeper inside. Gyro's also coughing up blood now, even with this new influx, he probably wont last much long past meeting the pony.
The shopekeeper's hooves are pressed to his sides, ut still he fights to free them, to escape somehow from this terrible perdicament he found himself in as the sickening smell of the stomach leaves his stomach churning in his belly, threatening to heave. His face squelches up against the back of the hto throat, pressing ever deeper inside, as the first swallow claims him. All that stinky drool smears into his fur as he's tossed into darkness. THis pony's even easier to get down than the gryphon was, it seems, unable to put up much resistance against such a mighty creature._

18:01 KranosWildtalon showed no mercy toward his equine meal. He was eager to be rid of the noisy stallion and remove any witnesses of this horrific ordeal... It was honestly a surprise that, with the rattling noise made within, no one else had piqued interest in what scenarios had unfolded. How very odd... With the previous bout of lubrication by Kra's copious collection of saliva and slime throughout his throat, the walls made

18:01 < KranosWildtalon> light work in convulsing and ripping along his food's facial features. Squirms and kicks may be apparent, but the forward shove of his two tightly holding paws showed no sign of giving that release that was wished upon. Instead, the pony's head, his shoulders soon followed, drove into Kra's throat, outlining what prodded within and extending outwards, despite his determined gulps that not only bring the shopkeeper closer

18:01 < KranosWildtalon> to his final resting place, but also provide a new lease of fresh, breathable air filling his gryphon-stuffed stomach and allowing Gyro to experience his demise just that little longer~

18:01 < KranosWildtalon> Speaking of, the bulging mass of belly caused by Gyro, had reduced in size significantly. The dissolving frame of his prey's exposed skeleton and dismembered limbs breaking into nothing more than nutrients, allowed his stomach to tighten and crush Gyro, forcing what remains of his mutilated body to curl inwards, balling up, squeezed and pushed into smaller volumes by the rhythmic clenches of every wall massaging such

18:01 < KranosWildtalon> grotesque fluids, over and into his avian snack... Really now, Gyro should have passed out and on long ago, but perhaps the weak squirms inside, were enough to impress Kranos with how long his meal had survived._

18:10 GyroFeather can hear the sounds of the greedy swallowing from the hungry bird, drawing in yet another victim to press up against his body, which by now was rendered largely harmless and uselsess, deprived of much of his limbs, which are resudet to bloody stomachs. He can feel the bones still, pressing into his sides with every powerful contraction by the gryphon, egged on by each gulp. The stallion's face as a look of horror on it, as it pushes down into that belly, and squelches against Gyro's form, causing his belly contents to finally rupture and spill out into that belly. The acids ruch up into him, and then after a few agonizing moments, the gryphon is left ad nothing more that meat in the larger bird's belly. The shopkeeper, on the other hand, finds himself belly deep in the powerful beak of his predator, with his rump hanging out just past the edge of the beak. He lets out a deafening scream, to him anyways, though its muffled beneath the thick layres of feather and flesh that surround him. The stomach slides that gross pices of pulgry across his coat, pushing it into his mouth as he shouts, and leaving him coughing.

18:18 < GyroFeather> (I admit...i dont wanna do a drawn out digestion with the horse, so he might just not last long once inside

18:22 < KranosWildtalon> (with the active acids, I think he'll pass on quick. Not to mention I think the fear and panic will make him pass out even quicker.

18:31 KranosWildtalon had more than enough control by this point. Even if by chance, he had second thoughts about eating the shopkeeper, pulling him out now may cause more harm than good to the pair of them. Instead, easy gulps that grew long and hard, drew the horse deeper and further inside his tomb, the wet, undulating walls and muscles surrounding him had no problem in grasping, tugging, pulling his prey in further, with his muzzle the first to penetrate and push into the large avian's actively churning stomach while the act of one's up tilting head threw those protruding hindlegs upwards, allowing gravity to do the rest~
Perhaps the horse might be thankful of the darkness, unable to see how Gyro had degrading so brutally. Nothing more than a lifeless, shredded carcass that settles back and sinks below the highly raised level of vile, pungent stomach acids still eating at and dissolving all it touches. Feathers and flesh melt away into mulch, bones dissolve and break down into fragments, brittle and weak as they too, are transformed into nothing more than filthy muck. Other features like organs, eyes and tongue, the internal stuff, rupture and break apart, sizzling into and becoming one with the gross mess of what used to be a handsome, sweet peagryph. Any blood that remains, mixes with Kra's acids and create a horror scene unseen by anything within. It was a nightmare inside, one that only left this avian satisfied~_

18:42 GyroFeather 's body gives way underneath the horse's muzzle, allowing it to push down beneath the surface of the thick sludge, causing the muck to rush up into his nasel passages, and upon accitenally breathing in, getting some of that in his lungs to burn him from the inside out. This quickly results in a coughing fit, that , until enough of his forelegs can press inside to push against the bottom of the stomach and pull himself out of teh muck, leaves hins insides feeling like they're set on fire. Everything stings all around the horse, and only gets worse the more he's drawn into the hateful sack. He can feel the feathes and flur floating among the juices, resistant to the acids, but mulched all the same and left clinging to his body. He cant even bring himself to really fight as his body instead begs him for air, with his lungs partially filled with acids. THe stallion's chest cavity burns monstrously, and there's nothing he can do about it. The horse whimpers as he feels his hooves cross the threshold of the beak, and forced down to join the rest of him. He's curled tightly in the stomach, quickly expiring due to the fluid inside of him. All over his body he feels on fire, until finally the horse passes out, having lasted way shorter than his birdy companion. With that, no witnesses remained, though should Kran stay here, he's likely to encounter more snacks throught the rest of the day.

18:42 < GyroFeather> (Eagerly looking forward to your final post! I'm sure they'll lmake good pellets/fertilizer, and anyone else who walks in 😄

19:41 KranosWildtalon has one or two final, powerful swallows of Kra's throat did end in the trundling horse stuffed effortlessly in his maw, to fall down and slip into his resting place swiftly. A loud snap of Jaws clapping together, sealed the equine's fate completely and out came one long, drawn out sigh as Kranos had finished eating. "Ahhh... One sleeps with the fishes and another swiftly follows suit. You've done yourself well, Kr- BRRRRRPPP!" Another resounding belch resulting in his stinking breath bellowing outwards, brings the horse now uncomfortably cramped inside his mulch-infested stomach, to also be crushed hard by compressing walls, pushing him down and inwards with that stomach no longer lossening or letting up!
Oblivious and honestly uncaring of his 'guest's' confinement, Kranos slaps his distended, fat belly hard, letting it jiggle around and slosh the feather-clogged, thick, burning slime completely envelope his new addition... And he didn't even get the guys name. A shame...
Knowing full well if he remained here and someone else enters, Kranos may be too chubby to leave the building, so instead a moment of clarity and thought processing came about. An idea came and the hefty, near drowsy gryphon began to rock, back and forth, swaying and rolling himself around the shop's front foyre until he's enough momentum to land feet down and heave himself into a standing position... What came next, was a momentary, frantic search for paper and a quill, with which he finds quickly in the form of an order sheet under the counter. On it, he writes a note. "The owner of this shop has left for a new life in a better place. The premises is left to be claimed by any who want it." There. A note that must be convincing. Right?
Any previous motions of Kra's swaying body, did help in working over the active, burning mulch and filth now residing inside his body, swimming across a seemingly still, out cold pony that, with how worked up the gryphon had become, took little time in being broken down into nothing more than nutrients and extra weight for this now full gryphon. He'd be sure to gain a few pounds from this, but perhaps a quick walk around town, at least after squeezing himself with quite the struggle, through the front door, would help lessen such weight gain. Speaking of, Kranos let off another, less boisterous burp after the remaining air inside had been worked out, shutting that shop door behind him as a casual, swaying walk took place.
It wasn't a particularly long trek back home for Kranos. Just down the road and hang a right. But he'd take his steps slowly and purposefully, each striding step throwing his belly back and forth, slamming the limp, dissolving and softened form of his last meal around and inside that compacted, fleshy prison, with its size lessening after every limb individually melted away and fell into a slurry of gruesome chunks, then eventually into nothing more than waste to be disposed.
While on his walk, some ponies took interest in questioning this large beast's rotund belly, the avian didn't particularly stop, nor care, letting imagination do the talking as he nears his home... Miraculously, the pony had been reformed into a chunky pile of gloop pretty quickly and a gurgling surge begun to erupt inside Kra's bowels as the collected, messy gunk once belonging to two beings worked its way through those hyperactive intestines and bowels, to be stripped of the good stuff and pushed on as little more than near useless fertiliser.
When he returned home, a coughing fit started and Kranos wrenched, his neck and stomach spasming, bringing up a large, hard chunk of what seemed to be bone which hadn't passed through his body the correct way. He coughs and gips, body stood and tensed up with his head dipping forward. A choke and wrench followed, then a wet, spluttering cough as one paw reaches up to his beak. Tumbling out of that beak, came two skulls, caked in mulch, in brown and blue fur, along with the odd, pink feather. Ahh, two prizes to be cleaned and presented. He'll do well to have them on show in his living room~
But the main event only came, when the gryph's anus started to flex and tense. He was ready to drop a load and could feel what he had to release, pushing up and clogging his lower bowels. A look of discomfort came to in his face and Kranos grimaced now he potters into his own garden and a small flower bed below the living room window. "H-Hnnngg! I d-didn't think you two would... W-want to be out this quickly!..." Surprised by these bowels movements, Kranos turned himself around, lower half dropping near the dirt below, his tail flagging and his anal muscles pushing. From his body, pushed out the first of many compressed stools, the remains of two creatures that had satiated his body entirely. That first load dropped hard on the dirt, Kranos looking back to appreciate his work, as further, rippling squeezes of his innards forced out another long piece, then another, each falling out after breaking off, collecting as a tall pile of feces perfected to help his sprouting flowers grow. It would be a few moments and pained grunts for Kranos, as he releases the smelly after products, but by bit, from his form. Quickly, a fat pile formed and in it, stuck out strands of hair and feathers that signal who this used to be... Nothing more than a nameless pony and a gryphon Kranos has a liking for, but saw as nothing more than mere food.
Done for the day and seeing his work had been exciting and fulfilling, Kra ended his release of excrements with another, final sigh of relief, his back end quivering and shaking, knees weak and struggling to stand straight. He'd take a look at his results and smile with pride, head raising high and his breath letting out a sharp huff. He'd done well here. But now his focus was to take those collected skulls inside, where they'd be separated, cleaned and mounted on the wall above his fireplace~

19:44 < KranosWildtalon> (So.... I went a bit overboard there... Just a little bit.