The Princess's Eternal Hunger

3 October 2017

13:35 < Solar Sexual Torture> Dawww... Its lunch!

13:35 < Gyro Feather> Bieng chirpy and pioawy as normal!

13:36 < Gyro Feather> And swapping letters, look at that :(

13:36 < Gyro Feather> Ya, white pone does make a good lunch!

13:36 < Arcanel> Hey!

13:37 < Arcanel> But also hai Gyro :P

13:37 Gyro Feather wanders over and nibbles on their tail.

13:38 < Arcanel> Eeep!

13:38 Solar Sexual Torture should eat both cuties. They can fight in her gut

13:40 < Gyro Feather> But that would be rude!

13:40 < Solar Sexual Torture> But delicious

13:40 < Gyro Feather> Plus everyone knows in a fight between a gryphon and a cute pone, I'd win.

13:40 < Arcanel> Only when it's not a tennis match!

13:41 < Gyro Feather> I came out ahead in that tennis match I think!

13:41 Solar Sexual Torture gets in nice and close to Gyro. "What about a griffon versus an alicorn"

13:41 < Gyro Feather> My competition left between game point!

13:42 Gyro Feather squawks and takes a couple steps back. "Well uhh...I said cute pones...not you..."

13:42 Solar Sexual Torture smirks a bit before stepping forward "Are you implying I am not cute?"

13:44 Gyro Feather steps back again and says, "Or that you're not a pone, but a majestic alicorn."

13:44 Solar Sexual Torture chuckles and continues to close in on this delectable little cutie. "Now now. Flattery won't be getting you away from me

13:44 < Arcanel> Uh oh...

13:45 Gyro Feather shudders and clenches his beak, before casting a look over at the white cutie. "Cmon...I thought you were going to eat her, not me."

13:45 < Speculo> Looks like Pretty birb is not going to be so pretty after a trip through a gut~

13:47 < Gyro Feather> [sub]yes I know nel's a guy, but gyro likes to tease :P[/sub]

13:47 Solar Sexual Torture chuckles and licks her lips, those jaws falling open and giving Gyro a look into the musuclar abyss that was her gullet. "Conspiring to devour a princess? My my... So naughty" she said knowingly taking his words out of context

13:47 < Arcanel> [sub] Sneaky I was just about to respond to that :P [/sub]

13:51 Gyro Feather ends up backing up into a park bench, and his momentumn forces him to sit back on it. He clenches his beak and shudders as he finds himself staring deep down into that dark quivering pit and gulps hard. "N-no I'd never. I meant Nel over there. I'd even please the princess if you gulped that mare!" He offers, tail twitching behind him.

13:52 Arcanel mumbles slightly. "Stop calling me a mare you silly birb... besides you're unlucky I already please her and I do a good job of that!"

13:53 Solar Sexual Torture grins and winks to Gyro. "Now why would I punish a loyal subject. Silence snack. Fuflfil your duty" she said before lunging forward, hands gripping Gyro by the wings to keep them folded down while her ravenous maw opened wide, strands of saliva only breaking as Gyro's feathered head was forced past her luxuriously soft lips and forced to lay on the slimy pillow that was her tongue

13:54 < Arcanel> (Well someone looks squished!)

13:55 < Chrysabliss> (Quite~)

13:59 Gyro Feather responds, "because you said you w-mmmmph" his words die as his beak is squelched forward into her maw, splattering warm strands of saliva over his face. The drool soaks into his feathers instantly, inundating the princess's mouth with his delightful hint of fruity flavor. The gryphon begins to flare his wings, but is too slow as her hooves come down to fold them too his side. The stale scent of the mare's breath fills his nostrils, making him gag, while the wetness makes it heart for him to breath. The gryphon brings his claws up to push at her chest, trying to work his way out, though the bench behind him makes things difficult.

14:02 Solar Sexual Torture grins as her jaws shut tightly around the neck of the griffon. A small moan escaped her throat, echoing around Gyro as her fingers slipped between the feathers of his wings. His claws attempted to slow his descent with a grope to her ample chest, but they only succeeded in spurring Celestia on. Opening her eyes slowly, her mouth followed suit and soon Gyro's shoulders were forced into the stagnant, rippling slimy cavern that was the maw of her highness

14:02 < Gyro Feather> [sub]also speculo you're rude! /late[/sub]

14:02 < Solar Sexual Torture> ((Be right back!))

14:02 < Speculo> The lovebug was tired and I wasn't wrong was I?

14:03 < Gyro Feather> [sub]you should totally join him, along with Nel :P[/sub]

14:05 < Solar Sexual Torture> ((There we go. Just needed a relog))

14:05 < Chrysabliss> (Need to walk the dog real fast. I'll be about 10-20 minutes.)

14:06 Gyro Feather 's dim vision ins plunged into an absolute darkness as those warm lips seal around his neck, cutting off the light. His feathers are soft and the new sensation forces him to shuffle his wings as he feels the pleasant sensation against his sensitive wings as he wiggles beneath her. His talons find her bossom and ge grips hard, digging his sharp tips into the flesh. The first gulp sounds loudly in his ears as the gullet contracts around his beak and face, starting his descent deeper into the princess.

14:11 Solar Sexual Torture was far from deterred by Gyro's talons pinching and stabbing into her chest. In fact, the masochistic mare simply adored the sensation. A loud moan caused her throat to vibrate, the fleshy tunnel, dripping with saliva and stretched by the head of her victim reverberating ominously around Gyro. Forcing her jaws apart even further, her highness allowed her tongue to slip forward lapping over the chest of the griffon as his head began to obscenely distort her long slender neck. A satisfied groan escaped Celestia. Her chest wobbled slightly but each powerful swallow she took pulled Gyro further and further off of her chest until he could no longer reach his arms now forced against his chest.

14:21 Gyro Feather 's ears ache sharlpy as the loud noise rumbles through his captor, nearly deafening him and leaving him slightly disoriented. Yet still he's got enough wherewithal too keep his claws planted on her bossom as he shoves at her. THe throat contracts rythmicaly around him, drawing him in and raking his feathers through Celestia's teeth,occasionally finding a sharp pain as some of them get caught. His claws rake her lumps as he's drawn back off of them, with half his body encased in her flesh. The smell of her insides grows even stronger and more acrid the deeper he gets, and now he could hear the thumping of her heart and the worrying growling gurgles of her empty belly.

14:22 < Gyro Feather> [sub]fingers crossed that its not as empty as gyro thinks, but is instead full of half digested breakfast~[/sub]

14:26 Solar Sexual Torture 's hands slowly peeled away from his wings as they were now held in place by the soft pillowy lips that served as the gates to his gastric tomb. Inside her gullet, the walls of her throat squeezed the griffon tightly, only relaxing in order to allow him to fall. The entrance to her stomach lay visible in the minimal lighting within her body. It seemed being the princess of the sun allowed her the benefit of her snacks seeing their own demise.

With her tongue slathering Gyro in copious amounts of heavy slimy saliva, she swallowed again. The flavour of her victim changing noticeably as her lips began to close around his feline half, and his beak now poked into the gastric bathtub that was hwr stomach. Within thay groaning chamber, stomach acids sizzled and splashed against the mushy remains of her breakfast. She had already eaten well this morning, having shrunken down one of her royal chefs and eaten him with a side of pancakes. Mushy dough and ex pony awaited Gyro as he descended only deepwr

14:34 Gyro Feather spreads his wings as wide as he can now that her hand fall away from his feathers, but it merely leaves a larger bugle from his wings in her cheeks and spreads the tips wider. He's truly trapped now as she gulps around him, with his hindlegs wheelbarreling in the aire uselessly and his tail flailng erratically. Inside, the gryphon's eyes begin to adjust to the dim light, allowing him to see the steady ripples of gullet before he's pushed against a tight ring. His face squelches and pauses befor it opens, blasting him with the hot acrid scent of her bile mixed with a sickly sweetness of breakfast. He steadily is pushed down towards the churning half liquid below, which looks chunky as it shimmers in the light, with a figure that could only be another creature. "S-spit me up! Now!" He calls out in a panic, now that his beak is free from the tight muscles.

14:35 < Lackadaisy> Oh huh

14:35 < Lackadaisy> Someone is being eated

14:35 < Chrysabliss> (2 are. One hasn't been yet though~)

14:39 Solar Sexual Torture couldn't help but give out a muffled playful giggle as Gyro demanded his release from her highness. But he should know not to demand anything of Celestia, she takes what she wants for its what she can do. As he forced his wings open slightly and gave her quite a cute case of chipmunk cheeks, Celestia's fat tongue slid underneath them, looking for those sensitive areas that woukd force his wings closed. She could swallow here but breaking the wings of the griffon seemed overly cruel. She would simply wait for him to tire out against the agonizingly slow rhythm of her throat. Each clench of it threatening to drag him deeper, forcing him to keep his wings locked in place lest he fall i to the awaiting gut. He could already smell what it was capable of. And as he slid a few knches more he now saw it. A veritable lake of stomach acids bubbling like a witches cauldron. His body forcing her highness to grow quite a bit wider in the midsection. But with his hind legs and tail still fighting for his freedom and every swallow purposely weakened to let him feel like he may escape Celestia didn't want to eat him yet. She wanted to feel him give up.

14:46 Gyro Feather might be above the juices, but the stomach still pulsed rythmically, sending a squirting of the thick chyme up to splash against his face, coating him in muck, but without being submerged it doesnt get more than surface deep on his oily feathers. The gryphon sputters some as a bit gets into his beak while he begs for his freedom, filling his tongue with the foul flavors. The gryphon grins though as he feels the weakening of her swallows. He shifts his hind legs, trying to get purchase on her face, but its no use. THe only thing keeping him from sliding deeper were those wings that kept him wedged. Yet, the tight steady contractions were tiring him out, and the tongue against the sensitive wing bases leaves him desperate to squirm as he fights back the laughter. The gryphon lasts about a minute before the tongue gets to him and he begins to laugh madly, and in the process lose the fight against her cheeks as his wings fold against his side once more, losing their firmness.

14:52 Solar Sexual Torture got her victory, and as his wings folded, much like as if he we were flying, he fell. Falling slowly, gradually, forcefully into the acid bath that awaited him. The first swallow with any real sort of power since the first that claimed his skull. He was thrown headlong into the muck. Digesting pancake and chef alike now clininging to his feathers as her lips tauntingly ground themselves against his backside. With a bit of help, from her hands Gyro was forced to tuck his hind legs in, and now dangled in her gullet. His head able to be lifted from the muck, but the tail of the griffon was now held firmly between Celestia's luscious lips. Massaging it, rolling it teasingly. But never letting go. He had given up physically. But she would not swallow him fully until he begged. The sweltering heat. The ominous heartbeat and sloshing. The knowledge he was nothing but a toy and snack to her. Eventually she would drive the griffon mad and then digest him. But she wanted to enjoy his descent into madness. She wanted him to make her stomach visibly tremble, make it look as though she may burst open at any moment.

14:59 Gyro Feather gets a beak full of gunk as he plunges into the thick chyme, which is quick to burn at his tongue and leave him sputtering as it imparts the foul flavors of her belly, a familiar irony taste of blood, mixed with the sweet pancakes and the foul bitterness of her bile. Another gulp now and he's drawn further inside. By the time she's done his chest and belly are submerged in the awful slime, with his hind paws just grazing it, while a great pain in his spine tells him the princess is holding on tight to his tail. Just the hinted bit of blue and his tuft of three pretty feathers hang beyond her maw. Each squeezing churn plunged his head beneath the juices, only for him to come back up coughing. "Pull! Pull me out, please! I'll do anything!" He begs. Already he can feel the juices taking hold beneath his feathers, tingling his face chest and paws as they eat away at his first layer of skin. The large lumps squish between his talons and cling in his crevices, such as between his legs and body.

15:04 < Gyro Feather> [sub]aww we lost nel, well guess solar wont gobble up that cutie D:[/sub]

15:05 Solar Sexual Torture tilted her head down, the small change in position giving his body a small tug back up her throat before stopping once again. She had no intention of allowing this decandent little morsel to escape. Oh no. She had plenty to let him experience first. The walls of her stomach flexed and clenched. The smooth muscle and flesh grinding right up against his face and body. Massaging more and more of that rancid bile into his flesh. Feathers and fur alike forcefully burned and torn from his flesh. The griffon feeling a burning sensation spreading rapidly across his entire body. But why had her highness looked down? Simple. To admire the immense bulge Gyro had made in her midsection. Looking almost pregnant it was obvious where Gyro was. His head and talons making obvious and shapely distends to Celestia's body. The soft coat of her highness practically shimmered in the light as Gyro forced new portions of her gut to be on display. And yet, her mouth remained closed, that tiny tuft of fur and 3 single feathers the last bit of hope Gyro had of escaping his irreverasble ingestion.

15:12 Gyro Feather fought hard in her belly of course, causing the bulges to move and shift form as his talons sought to dug into the slippery fleshy walls of the stomach, though nothing he did seemed to have much of an affect on her flesh. Instead he could see as his feathers begin to flake off, leaving pained red flesh beneath, same with his gorgeous blue coat of fur, though that was far more gradual as it recieved only splashes and brief contact through the squeezing of the belly. His tailhole burned awfully though, as the juices found their way up against his sensitive flesh, and the paste ensured that they stuck around too. There's a loud yelp of pain as one of the pony's rips pushes into his arm, spilling his own blood and opening up a new route for the juices to attack his body, beneath his hard keritain. "Please...please please you have to let me go...I cant deal with this...I'm not food!"

15:42 Solar Sexual Torture took that as her cue to finish the little cutie pie off. Gyro wanted her to let go then who was she to deny such a simple request. Slowly allowing her jaws to fall open and with it, her grip on his tail. With a powerful swallow what little bit of Gyro that remained visible was shown off as her highness finished Gyro off with her jaws open. A display for all to see as the griffon's tail was swallowed down like a noodle. Letting out a content sigh Celestia hugged her own midsection, nearly crushing the helpless griffon inside as he was submerged in slick, sludge like chyme

15:52 Gyro Feather 's cries are cut off as she obeys him to the letter, though perhaps not the intention of his request. The bird squishes down into the muck as the last vestiges of his pretty body disappear from view, and soon enough the bulge even leaves his throat. All of the gryphon is encased in her hot belly and left feeling like he's on fire as the juices get to every inch of him. He can see sores opening up in his flesh , though only occasionally when enough of hte sticky gunk slides off to reveal it. Gyro claws at the walls of the stomach with his one good arm, while the other one hangs limply after the acids melted through his wound and left just the bones.

15:52 < Gyro Feather> [sub]speculo, your turn! :P[/sub]

15:55 Solar Sexual Torture swooned and giggled as she watched her gut writhe and bounce from the desperate yet futile escape attempts of the griffon within her. What would claim him first? Would he drown in her stomach's acidic sludge? Perhaps suffocate from all his struggling? WOuld blood loss and digestion be the cause of his end? In all honesty, it didn't matter. It all lead to the same result. A very satisfied princess who quite obviously was in the mood for seconds... thirds... eighths... all of Equestria... All of the world... One by one.

16:00 Gyro Feather lasts only a couple more minutes as he fights inside of her, though his struggles steadily weaken, as limbs are eaten though, leaving him with no way to fight. He's getting dizzy now from the lack of air and the draining of his fluids into the gunk, and is having trouble staying afloat to boot. finally the gryphon's beak falls beneath the liquid and he's unable to get above. He's forced to take a gaspoing breath and the liquids rush donw his throat, singing his lungs. There's a brief convulsion as he chokes, and hten goes still, stewing like the other hunk of meat in there with thim.

16:07 Solar Sexual Torture lets loose a rather unladly like belch as she prod her suddenly still gut. It squishes inward, gurgling and groaning as it worked over Gyro. "He lasted much longer than I imagined... So... Who's next on the menu~"

16:08 < Speculo> (Hmm, I might enjoy playing with you in a part that can't be done in public unless others here are ok with disposal)

16:09 < Gyro Feather> [sub]but...I was gonna be let out with you :P[/sub]

16:10 Speculo prods at the belly "Welp, so long supid birb." Sticks his tongue out at the gurgling gut not payign attention to the owner of said stomach

16:14 Solar Sexual Torture snickers as her gut was prodded, her highness reaching behind Speculo and grabbing him by the tail as she licked her lips. "Oh come now... That's not nice to say to the newly departed. Perhaps you should join him!" she taunted, her filled gut continuing to groan and loudly slosh. "I have heard that changelings have an indescribable taste I've yet to try for myself!~"

16:17 Speculo yelped in surprise "Thanks, but even though feeding someone like you would be a honor I'd rather not join my rival. I mean, if stomach acids are uncomfortable being difested and scraped with feathers seems a bit unpleasant." He flutters his gossamer wings trying to escape from her grasp but the tiny morsel of a changeling dod not have near enough force to break free and instrad swayed like a wind chime in a stong breeze while his hooves reached out for some immaginary object to grasp and pull himself out of this predicament.