Sacrifice to the Great Bear

6 November 2017

10:07 < Apolar> Hello Gyro! Are you still looking for a partner?

10:07 < Gyro Feather> Hmm I could maybe squeeze one more in. ^^

10:07 < Gyro Feather> Truth be told, I did accidentally leave that up though. :P But...one of my plays is near close anyways

10:09 < Apolar> Great timing then~ I believe we played together once already with another account of yours... If I'm not mistaken you did enjoy pre-filled stomachs, so maybe I could meet your partner!

10:10 < Gyro Feather> Yes~ I do rather enjoy sloppy stomachs filled with half digested foods~

10:11 < Gyro Feather> And ye, you did play with Serilde before ^^

10:11 < Apolar> Ah yes! The mean gryphon. Is there something you're still in the mood for?

10:19 < Gyro Feather> Hmmm not much in particular, Though I've mostly felt like food this morning.

10:21 < Apolar> Oh? I wouldn't mind devouring a little gryphon

10:22 < Gyro Feather> Leaving him a mess of coughed up feathers~

10:23 < Apolar> The bear loves to use feathers as ornaments, maybe he'll keep a few

10:23 < Apolar> Any scene ideas you'd like to play? Or any other kinks you wish to add?

10:27 < Gyro Feather> I think we've gotten most of what I like. ^^ Feel free to be as mean and teasing as you'd like of course~

10:27 < Apolar> Of course~ Hm... So do you want to kick it off?

10:28 < Gyro Feather> Certainly, have a location in mind? Just a where and why?

10:28 < Apolar> I don't have anything set, no

10:28 < Apolar> Hm... I'm trying to think of something

10:30 < Apolar> How about local villagers leave the birdie as an offering to appease the bear? Maybe some rodent village that is far too scared of a larger mammal

10:33 < Gyro Feather> Hmmm could do~

10:35 < Apolar> Then I think we're good to go

10:45 Gyro Feather struggles against the bindings that had him held there, in front of a rather large looking cave. He'd been ambushed in his nest by a bunch of smaller creatures, who had tied him up, and now he found himself here. He didnt dare call for help though, for fear of waking the large beast that the rats had been so fearful of. A little note lay at his hind paws, detailing who the sacrifice was from. The bird's feathers and fur felt sticky as he'd been painted in drizzle oafter drizzle of sweet golden honey, all to make him more appetizing to the creature how lived in that cave. The bird tugs at his bindings, but against the stake as he was, he couldnt even lower his head enough to try and tear through any of th e ropes.

10:56 Apolar felt as if the rodents were spoiling lately with a number of offerings he received. Fruits, captured travellers and even other villagers! He thought he overdone it, perhaps he put a little too much fear into their tiny little hearts. It was amusing to him, all he had to do was roar once or twice, step on and eat a few of them and the village was his. Early in the morning, his nose woke him up warning of a delicious smell nearby. He wasn't hungry, but bears didn't usually turn meals down. He lazily stood up, stretched and smacked his lips, looking around his cave and thinking of an excuse to remove the bones that littered the ground later. Then, the bear quietly crept closer to the entrance and promptly spotted his offering. The sun shone directly on it, making his presence hidden in the cave's shadows to outside observers. "Aren't you a strange one. Not from nearby and you don't wear traveller's clothes..." He inspected the bird from inside. "Oh well, colourful things are always tasty." He said casually.

11:09 Gyro Feather shudders as a shadowy figure begins to emerge from the form, a figure that quickly reveals itself to be a fattened white bear with streaks of red across his feace. The gryphon's feathers wilt as he finds himself locking eyes with the mch bigger creature, and he tries to make himself look big, though all his limbs are tied up. "W-wait...but...I'm just a wandering creature. Surely we can make a deal and I'll help you into that blasted settlemetn!" The bird squeaks as the other reveals his all to obvious plan and shakes his head. "N-no, really bright colorful things are usually poisonous, dont you know? You should just let me go before you come to regret this...." Gyro protests, as his voice grows smaller to a pitiful squeak.

11:19 Apolar listens to the bird with a smirk across his face. He loved to hear what excuses and pleads his prey came up with. He was in no hurry, so the bear slowly dragged his clawed paw closer to the bird and grabbed the furred hind legs. His claws closed around the limb quite gently, dragging the smaller creature up "Not when I'm talking about tasty nobleman with their fancy clothes, or, in your case, a pretty bird with gorgeous feathers." The bear brought the bird closer to his face and gave him a good look from up close. He took his time, the bound up creature couldn't do much. Satisfied and spotting no weapons, he gave him a quick lick. "Honey once again, how lovely" He started to walk deeper into the cave. It was dark compared to the sunny exterior but nothing a person's eyes wouldn't be able to adjust in a few seconds. As he walked, the bear accidentally stepped on a skull left on the floor, crushing it with an echoing crack. He looked at his paw, grumbled, kicked the fragments out of the way before settling down. "Tell me, bird, how will I regret it?" He asked, carefully laying his prey across his lap. "That is, besides having to clean up after whatever is left of you once I'm done" He chuckled, staring straight into the bird's eyes.

11:25 < Gyro Feather> (Gonna have to gimme a minute, email regarding an interview just came through. ^^;

11:25 < Apolar> (no worries!)

11:41 Gyro Feather tenses his normally sharp hind paws against the other's claws as they grasp upon him, but the rats had been sure to take a file to both those, and his talons, leaving him blunted and defenseless in the other's grasp. The stake comes free from teh ground and clatters , with the gryphon landing on his back as Apolar lifts him up. The bird shudders as he watches that hungry gaze slowly drift over his soft fluffy form, and this close, in addition to the honey, the bear certainly could smell the fruity bath oils he worked inot his fur and feathers for primping and preening. THat same scent carrries with it a flavor that comes off in addition to the honey and natural flavors that adorn him. Gyro feels every bump as he's dragged along the ground, while the blood rushes up to his head. The bird squawks as he's drawn into darkness, but soon enough his eyes adjust and the bones he sees littered around him give him no comfort. "Be-because, I'm poisonous. Thats what these pretty feathers and fur mean. You dont want to die do you?" He threatens, trying to wiggle free from the other's lap. He finds himself looking up into those hungry eyes, and so close to the belly he could hear a gurlging that indicates perhaps its not been too long since his last meal either.

11:54 Apolar keeps a devious smile on his face the whole time. "Poisonous? I've never heard of a venomous bird, but since you're so insistent why don't why we give it a try?" The bear grabbed one of the legs, separating it from the other by force if needed. He had to lift Gyro for his hind leg to reach his mouth and in the process took the opportunity to squeeze the head against his stomach. It gurgled and churned in there, the sounds of whatever past prey were unlucky enough to be offered to the bear. The pressure released a belch and the bear blew it in the bird's direction. "Can you hear and smell it? That's a glimpse into your future. But first, let me find out if you aren't venomous." The bear took the bird's head away from his belly so he could watch if he looked up. The teeth gently gnawed around the ankles and the tongue lapped against the paw to taste the honey coated fur. "There is more to your taste than just honey. The rodents don't usually prepare food that well... was that your own doing? Oh my! You were just eager to be devoured, weren't you?" He teased before clamping his teeth around the foot, severing it off with a swift and clean cut.

12:09 Gyro Feather kicks weakly as the polar bear breaks the lower bindings to allow him to lift that one paw free. He can feel that hot breath washing down over his paw, wilting the fur as little droplets form from the humidity. Pink paws stare up at him. He winces now as his head pushes against the pudgy gut, flattening his feathers, while he hears the noises inside, and worse still, is forced to smell the foul meaty scent that wafts up from the other's belly. Gyro coughs hard, and shakes his head, whimpering in fear. "N-no...you'll....it'll be bead for you and me..." he protests. There's a gasp as he feels the teeth bting down on his hind paws, drawing a trickle of his blood across teh tongue to mingle with the rest of the tastes. "N-no, I was just keeping my feathers in good condition...and trying to smell nice! I'm not food!" He protests, tring to pull his leg away. Suddenly there's a searing pain in his paw as it comes free right at the joint, leaving a gushing of blood into the other's mouth. "Y-you ate my...my paw..." he whimpers half in shock.

12:19 Apolar quickly clenches around the wound, he didn't want his little toy to lose too much blood before having a chance to properly toy with him. He keeps the pressure around the wound, uses his free paw to turn Gyro around and shove his head against the throat. From that position, he would be able to hear all the squelches and crunches as the bear chewed through the meat. A little bit of blood drips down from the bear's lips before he takes a deep swallow, feeling the head press against his throat as the meaty pulp makes its way down. Casually, the bear smacks his lips. "Tasty... I have to say you taste a little less like chicken than I expected. Maybe it's just the bottom." He licks his chops and lifts the bird once again closer to his face. "I don't feel anything, birdie. My stomach is pretty happy to have your paw in fact. I think you were lying to me..." He wiggles the gryphon from side to side. "Not like it matters, I don't let tasty morsels like you escape. Still, I'm going to have to punish you!" He grins, showing his blood smeared fangs. "Choose one more limb for me to cut off before I swallow the rest of you whole. And I'd choose if I were you, otherwise, I'll take all of them one by one..."

12:25 Gyro Feather feels tears forming in his eyes from the rather painful experience he'd been put through, in addtion to the noises he was hearing inside, as his paw is crunched up and rendered into a shapeless mass. Bones crunch and sinue snaps, leaving him wincing, while fortunately the blood steadily begins to stop up for the moment underneath the pressure. His own drool stained blood splatters down on his feathers, while the glowing praise leaves him none too pleased. "N-no! I wasnt lying...I hope you have a long agonizing death from it..." the gryphon continues. The feathered crest folds flat against his face now as he shudders with fear. Gyro tunrs way as he glimpses those fangs, wincing hard. He holds out until he feels the maw approaching another limb and with a cry says, "my tail...take my tail..." which was indeed the prettiest thing about him and he was lothe to give it up, but not as much as a nother paw.

12:37 Apolar nods and looks over the tail hanging out of the bindings. The bear lets go of Gyro with one paw, letting him dangle upside down again while he held the stump of the leg. "Agonizing death? Oh please, little thing." He uses one claw to swirl the tail, pinching it gently and playing with it. "Only in your dreams would a pitiful creature like you take down a bear. You are lucky you're food to a predator like me and not some other excuse for a hunter out there. Just be glad you'll join my figure and keep me warm through winter." He stretches the tail, giving it a look and huffing warm air out of his nose in its base. Apolar takes his time, he wanted the bird to be anxious, to not know when the pain would strike. "Isn't it a great thought? Hiding your little body away under my hide and slowly burning it off like wood on a bonfire. A great bear shaped bonfire!" His mouth suddenly lunges forward and he takes a bite of the tip of the tail, severing off merely a few centimetres of meat. He swallows it whole, not bothering to chew a morsel like that. "If I ever find birds like you in the future, I'll be sure to hunt you down. I'd love to know what omelettes made from your kind taste like!" And with that the bear stretched the tail with his paw and bit just at the base of it. He lifted Gyro to show the limb hanging limply from his mouth before sucking it inside like a piece of spaghetti and promptly swallowing. A satisfied exhale followed, blowing the foul meaty breath on the bird's face, this time directly. "I can taste a hint of your paw, can you smell it?"

12:50 Gyro Feather frowns as he sees the polar bear eying his tail and draws it away. He wasnt going to just allow it to be eaten, even if that was the part that he'd volunteared. Soon though, its caught and swirled around the other's digit. Before he can pull it away again, he feels his tail stretched wide, showing off his pink pucker to the polar bear. Then all of a sudden the feathered tip disappears behind the bear's jaws and its severed off, resulting in a yelp from the gryphon. The tail retreats, but now its bleading and missing the pretty feathers that rather defined him. "N-no! I'm not food, I'm not meant to be food!" He calls hout, shuffling as much as he can on his little pole. His free hind leg kicks at Apolar's furred belly, only to recieve another searing hot pain as the rest of his tail comes off, spurting blood inot the other's mouth. He watches that limb disapear down into the creture's mouth. Gyro squishes his eyes shut and makes a face as his own scent is blasted down upon his face, mangled by the other's insides. "N-no...Look....I know hwere some other birds are...."

13:05 Apolar looks down to watch the paws kicking him in the gut. It was a futile attempt to escape. Bothersome, but futile. He lets one more belch out because of the kicks, making a note to ask the rodents to declaw his future prey again. "Oh, I'm not food! Please spare me! I will feed you!" He mocks. "I've heard it all before from little morsels like you, bird. Do you know where they all are now?" He slips a hand across his belly and thighs."A bunch of people like you... I'm not wasting more effort with you than I would with an apple. I don't need you to give away other birds for me either. If I want bird I'll ask my village to bring it or hunt it down myself." He says rather harshly, his playful tone gone. "To think I'd let a crippled creature like you go just so you could be eaten in a few days by someone else. Killing you is mercy by now." The bear lets go of the stump of a tail that remained and grabs the bird's upper body. His hands were big and strong, perfect for grabbing hold of the bird and squeezing the air out of him like a squeak toy. "In your last moments, remember to wish hard the place you'll want to go in my body. You'll be staying there forever after all." The bear lets go of the chest and dangles Gyro above his head by the stump. "I think you'll have company. Say hello to the previous mr. 'I'm not food spare me" for me." He chuckles and gapes his maw open.

13:20 Gyro Feather whimpers as his words are paraphrased in a singsongy tone, while the scent of the stomach that he's supposed to be heading into soon makes hin cough badly. "H-how...how can you have no mercy, no pitty? WHy not just eat the nonsentient creatures that most certainly inhabit this forrest...Or...you could toss me away and make an example of some rodents for getting you something that's certainly not as tasty as some of the more noble creatures, I'm sure...." Gyro begs, trying to strike some never in order to get free from the bear, even if such attemps are likely to be incredibly futile. "I can get healing....there are some magicians back home...there's no need for me to be crippled...and thus no need to put me down..." the bird protests. Suddenly all his words are gone now as he's pressed tight to the chest, uable to breath as his lungs empty. He looks down at the open maw before him with fear, seeing the pink flesh hidden behind trials of clear spittle and large pointed teeth. He cant protest though, as he's too busy sucking in air from being released before.

13:30 Apolar lets Gyro talk as he is lowered into the mouth. The teeth form a dangerous trap around the palate and tongue and any struggles would most likely result in the gryphon being met with the sharp ends. The bear is quite dramatic about it, lowering his meal slowly, letting him take in everything. The ridges in the top of the mouth, the saliva that soaked every corner of the dark purple flesh, the scent of spoiled meat of meals past. Everything in the maw gave way to the throat, the dark and gaping hole that hungrily waited for Gyro's head. The bear let his tongue hang out so that the bird could see inside even better. It took a while at the speed the bear lowered his meal, but soon the beak was close enough to the throat to touch it. He kept lowering, using force to stop any protests that could arise, the gryphon was outclassed while tied up and gripped by a larger beast. The whole upper body fits into the bear's mouth, and once the head was pressed against the throat he closed his mouth. The bear sucked on the gryphon like a piece of candy, removing every drop of honey from his feathers and tasting the deeply infused fruity oils. But the taste eventually vanished, and with that the bear's throat got to work. He looked up to give his prey a straigh ride and gulped down, sending the head and shoulders towards his gullet. Then another swallow and the only thing that the bird had left was one helpless foot. The bear grinned to himself and with yet another swift bite severs the remaining paw off its joint, this time letting the thing fall on his lap and soak his belly in blood.

13:40 < Gyro Feather> (GImme a minute, fixing lunch am starving ^^ Sorry for being a bit slow on the postin gtoday

13:41 < Apolar> (not a problem, I've got plenty of time)

14:06 Gyro Feather thrashes in the air as he's slowly lowered down towards the open maw of the creature and despite his motions soon finds himself sliding down into the trap. His beak breaks the strands of saliva which press against his face and smear onto his feathers. The foul breath blasts up into his nares, forcing him to inhale the foul breath that leaves him gagging and feeling sick. He squirms hard, nicking his neck against the sharp teeth of the polar bear's jaws, drawing a steady trickle of blood that soakes into his feathers. The ridges press down into his feathers, flatening them and smearing the hot drool over his face, ensuring he's entirely coated in the dripping saliva. Gyro's cries are soon muffles as his beak pushes against the back of the throat. Soon it envolpes him, sealing him away in the hot darkness, while he hears the heartbeat of the polar bear and the heavy gulps through the powerful muscular walls. Deeper he's pushed, steadily bulging out in the neck as he moves down towards the belly. The ropes and the pole holding him straight seems to be of no issue for the bear as he lowers. Soon enough, his beak pushes against the entrance to the stomach now, hwere the eager belly greets him with a blast of the putrid belly juices stewing with who knows what. Just before he plunges beneath the liquids, his hind paw is bitten off, causing him to screech in pain. That screech is cut off as his beak is filled with the vile chunky liquid he was being forced to join.

14:17 Apolar licks the blood off his muzzle while the stumps were still in his mouth. He hears a muffled cry from inside and decides to swallow the legs. He wanted to give his prey some wiggle room so it wouldn't drown in the liquids. He feels the last of the gryphon plop down inside, and once he was done licking the blood from his muzzle and fur, he stands up to walk to his village. During his stroll, Gyro would have time to become very familiar with the stomach. Half digested and brittle bones were still present, but it wasn't just one skull, there were two or three, no wonder there was still meat to work on by the time Gyro arrived. The smell was foul, but nothing new, just stronger. Still, the added concentration of acids would make anyone's nose burn once inside. And more than that, the bear's body constantly teased about the bird's future with constant gurgles and groans. The bear arrived in his village and congratulated the rodents about the newest catch. He talked about how he'd offer safety for those who brought him more of the same gryphon to him and pledged to continue protecting the village if they remained loyal. It only took a few minutes, but by the end, the bear was chewing on some fruit he was offered while he walked back to his den. Bits and pieces of the snacks would join the gryphon, and with a hearty belch the bear seemed to have forgotten about the creature he doomed entirely.

14:30 Gyro Feather returns to the surface with a sputter as the legs follow through heavy gulps that he could hear coming from above. He sputters hard as he breeches the surface, hacking out the muck that now lined his beak, leaving his tongue and throat stinging all the way down from the acids. Gyro kicks around inside of it, pushing his stups out on the walls of the stomach, though tthey would find little purchase on which to get free. Each breath stings as the caustic fumes rush through his nasal passages. Each step causes the belly to sway, forcing him occasionally below the muck, while the meaty morsels that occupied the chamber with him rubbed against his feathers and squelched on his body. Those gave him an all to realistic preview of what lay ahead for him. The bones break against his flesh, occasionally resulting in a new cut for the acids to sting and cauterize. In addition to the bear's voice, he can hear the gurgling churns, thumping of his heart, and steady breathing, making up a cacophony of noises around him. More food rained down on him, but he could hardly bother to complain about that as it was not too much different from what surrounded him already. Not to say that the bird didnt complain, but his voice was hardly audible beneath the layers of flesh. The next belch caused the crushing walls to tighten further, while his body began to sting and tingle as the juices worked on him. The pole that had been swallowed with was steadily begining to soften too, as it absorbed the juices, enableing the bird more motion.

14:41 Apolar arrived back in his den and kicked a few bones out of the way to make room for himself. He wouldn't even have woken up by now was it not for the morsel. He wondered what its name was, he forgot to ask it altogether. Well, not a big loss for the bear, it's not like he'd remember it a day or so from now. "I can still feel you moving you know. A little intimate, don't you think? The last person that you'll ever be in contact with will be me." He chuckled one more time before slowly slumping into a deep sleep. His heart started to beat slower, but his stomach used the opportunity to start the real work. The squeezing became more vicious, cracking bones of the previous prey and sizzling away the meat into the soup that rested below. Bones resisted digestion well, but after a while, even they became porous and soft. It was a disgusting texture, but the stomach had no concern in shoving it against the gryphon's abused body. Gyro's blood was quickly assimilated into the puddle and the feathers that fell out bundled up with the rest of the fur, floating around like a beachball. The bear was unconscious for the whole process. He'd torture his prey until its last breath without even realising.

15:00 Gyro Feather feels the stomach shift once more as the polar bear reclines back onto his bed, forcing him beneath the liquids once more. Finally the stick snaps and he manages to move about somewhat, although still tied, he manages to get himself up above the surface of the sloppy liquid once again. "No! This is hardly intimate you monster!" he calls out, followed by a string of explitives, but it matters not as he hears the breathing and heartbeat slow as the bear passes into a deep sleep. The walls become all the more agressive, clenching him tightly and straining his bones as the juices singe his body. THe rubbing works to quickly strip the gryphon of his feathers as the gritty porous teted slides over and aroudn him. The tingling became imense pain at this point as he loses the initial protection, and instead the more sensitive flesh beneath his skin rises to the surface. The bindings, however, seem to hold, unfortunately, limiting any of his attempts to get free.

15:11 Apolar had a pleasant afternoon nap. His body was hard at work and the living gryphon inside would be going through hell, but to the bear that only lasted a moment. He woke up and stretched once more, scratching his fur and looking outside his cave to guess the time. It was night already, he should drop by the village to receive some fruits. He stretches and stands up, but on his way out he feels a lump on his chest. He tries to swallow it down but his body is quite insistent is getting rid of it. He bends down and coughs up a mass of bone, fur and feather. Gyro's skull was in good condition, but his last meal's bones had fused together into an irrecognizeable mess. He looked through the little pellet and poked it with a toe claw. There were still a few of Gyro's feathers in good enough condition for the bear to make a new neckless, and he still had that paw to make a lucky charm as well. He smirked to himself and left his cave. He'd be back to claim his prize later, for now he needed to fill his stomach again since Gyro was well on its way deeper into the bear's bowels, being stripped of any useful nutrients to fuel the bear for a few more days.

15:12 < Gyro Feather> THat was fun <3

15:13 < Gyro Feather> sorry for being a bit slow during all this >.< but I'm glad to play again~

15:13 < Apolar> Oh it's not a problem! It was worth the wait, I had a lot of fun too

15:14 < Apolar> Finally got my revenge on Serilde~

15:15 < Gyro Feather> well, on her kind anyways :P