Rude Pones in Back Alleys

18 November 2017

13:20 Quill_Weave bites yer butt

13:21 < Gyro Feather> hiya quill!

13:25 Quill_Weave omphs over the butt

13:28 Gyro Feather squeaks as he feels the hot breath of the stallion against his butt, as well as the teeth, adn then glares at the horse. "WHat the hell do you think you're doing?"

13:32 Quill_Weave looks over birb, licks and slobbers over the butt

13:34 Gyro Feather steps forward with irritation, pulling his blue cheeks from the other's mouth as hot saliva drizzles down his body. "Stop that."

13:35 Quill_Weave lets go with a loud, comedic popping sound. Pon sits and looks his birb over, drool still dripping from his lips. "Why tho?"

13:37 Gyro Feather makes a face as he feels the hot slime running down his fur, drizzling down towards teh ground. The fruity, musky flavors of the bird continue to dance on Quill's tongue even as he's pulled away. "Because, thats undignified, and I am not a chew toy."

13:38 Quill_Weave bites the tip of his tongue for a moment, looking bird over before looking him in the eyes. "You look like one, though. Taste like a chew toy, too."

13:42 Gyro Feather narrows his eyes at Quill and takes another step away from him, tail lashing out behind him. "Oh, is that so? I guess you do look enough like a dog to want one."

13:45 Quill_Weave licks his mouth. "You know what they say about dogs and their bones" The pon says, wearing a big grin.

13:48 Gyro Feather rolls his eyes at Quill and turns to wander off. "I think they say, get lost before I call a guard for harassment."

13:48 Quill_Weave walks on closer, head hanging low. "Oh that won't be nessecary. No need to bother the hard working guards 'round here."

13:53 Gyro Feather turns his head and frowns as he sees Quill catching up beside him. "It seems there is, inf you insist on trailing along besides me," he growls, and then picks up his pace, padding along faster towards the alley exit.

13:55 Quill_Weave hip checks the bird into a wall in this alley. Pegasoos forces his body up against Gyro's, teeth clamping down hard on that neck. No words at this point, just the searing pain of flesh being chomped as Quill attempts to drag the bird back.

14:04 Gyro Feather squawks as he's suddenly pushed hard into the wall, knocking the wind out of him. He's gasping for air as quill bites down hard on his neck, preventing him from recovering as he fights against the bite. The teeth dig painfully into his skin as he's dragged backwards in the alley, though he resists as best as he can the entire time.

14:05 Quill_Weave drags the silly bird away, towards the darker parts of the alley. Being the rude little shit he is, Quill gives a quick kidney punch to the bird, hooves hurt! After that, jaws part open wide, clamping down around Gyro's head, tongue running up along whatever passes for his chin.

14:11 Gyro Feather collapses into a heap on the ground with a loud cry of pain from the suckerpunch, leaving him whimpering and groaning. He doesnt get long though, before his vision is filled with the pink undulating flesh of teh stallion's mouth, while the foul breath of the pony is forced up into his snout. Hot drool dribbles down into his feathers now, while Gyro's claws reach up to push at his chest.

14:24 Quill_Weave feels that claw against his chest, trying to push away. As such, the stallion decides the appropriate responce is to clamp his teeth down hard enough he breaks skin, drawing just a wee smidgeon of blood. After that, he pulls himself back quite hard, his entire body jerking and attempting to drag the bird and yank him onto his belly. Rude pony.

14:29 Gyro Feather recovers his breath enough to scream muffledly into the pony's mouth whie the blunt teeth dig in. It takes a little bit of grinding for them to pierce the skin, but they finally do, causing the irony liquid to soak down into his feathers. The gryphon was already on his side form hi scollapse, and it doesnt take much to then make him pulled up onto quills gut in his daze. his hind legs kick out wildly in the air as he's back to belly, in a terribly useless position.

14:32 Quill_Weave takes advantage of this lovely opprotunity, thrusting his entire body foward, opening his throat and mouth, scarfing up a good chunk of the bird before he can properly react. Bird's chest is devoured, that head pushing down into hot flesh as Quill drags himself back once more, repeating this process until shoulders have disappeared, limited the reach bird has with those weaponized claws.

14:36 Gyro Feather suddenly finds himself pressed deep into that gullet while a loud gulp sounds in his ear holes, forcing his feathers flat against his head. Even as Quill takes his shoulders into that maw, they find nothing decent to brace upon. He reaches down toeward the ground and pushes, in an attempt to get away, but it only forces him down that foul gullet a little faster as the angle is just not right.

14:39 Quill_Weave chuckles, the bird was his. He would yank himself this way and that, dragging the poor thing around until pressing that avian booty against a wall. From here, motions would be reversed, the pony pushing himself forward now instead. Lips slid over that belly, the beak poking into Quill's stomach, where it would be greeted with an acidic splash, and the foul stentch of rot. Not just any rot, but that of a pony. Seems Quill's been busy, and Gyro isn't going to be entirely alone.

14:49 Gyro Feather smells hte awful scent of the stallion's breath, lingering with the stale odor of flesh as he's forced dwon the tight gullet. When his feet press against the wall, however, he lifts them up, and raises his butt into the air, making Quills attemps at forcing himself forward much less ideal than he'd nanticipated. It doesnt matter though, because no matter how slow going it is, he continues to slip down with each convulsing wave of muscles. His beak pushes up against the entrace to the stomach, and then it gives, where the reeking bile assaults his nasal passages, leaving him coughing, and where a body squishes up against his form, giving underneath the pressure.

14:58 Quill_Weave chuckles at Gyro's resistance. It's always so cute when they try and be a hinderance! The stallion's lips slip up to the bird's flanks, upon which the buck pulls away from the wall, letting those hindlegs dangle for a moment. Hooves rub up and down along those legs, enchroaching upon avian booty. Finally, the stallion just gropes and squeezes the ass, rubbing over his tailhole and balls without even so much as thinking about asking for permission. To Quill, this bird, and everything on him belongs to Quill. And thus, Quill wants to explore a bit.

15:04 Gyro Feather 's face pushes down into the thick muck as he screams, causing them to fall off into burgles instead, while the awful taste of bile rolls over his tongue, making him queasy and invades his nares. At least soon enough he manages to be pushed in far enough that he breaks the surface again, leaving him a coughing fit as his throat burns. The gryphon kicks out from teh groping and screeches again, a muffled noise that's really only audible to quill. The fondling of his balls and the warm breath, however, are enough to turn him on at least slightly, causing his sheath to begin to fill out.

15:07 Quill_Weave doesn't spend too long molesting the bird before swallowing him. That tongue runs up along the bird's nomstick and sac, getting a good, wet taste of it. The ass itself fills the buck's oral cavity, stretching the flesh in a wonderfully divine way for Quill. He mmmm's, gulping flanks down, sending the bird on a one-way, incredibly fatal course towards doom. Those legs, with all their kicking and fighting, won't stand a chance here.

15:12 Gyro Feather is thankful at least, for the small measure of mercy in the fact that Quill doesnt humiliate him further by bringing him to orgasm, even as the tongue runs up against his heavy orbs and plump sheath, before everything becomes a bulge in his throat. Those hind legs, and his pretty feathered tail are all that are left now, as his form is forced to curl up inside the stomach. Sharp bones from the other occupant poke against his body, opening small tears where teh acid bites into him, leaving him screaming in pain.

15:19 Quill_Weave seals his lips around the bird's claws, gulping hard and sealing him away forever. A lethal encounter between two men, of which an erotic end was provided. Quill, with his gut distended to the ground, tucks himself away to quietly digest the bird enough to fly out and home. The stomach squeezes and assaults poor Gyro, stripping away his flesh, burning him down little by little. Such a cruel way to go.

15:22 < Quill_Weave> (And I must stop for now. Hosting a game)

15:22 < Gyro Feather> (Grrrrr D:

15:23 < Gyro Feather> (cmon we're close to the end~

15:27 Gyro Feather howls out in pain as he feels the bite of the acids growing worse as feathers and fur fall from his body and mix among the soup, while his sores open up wider, allowing the acids to seep deeper into him. The rest of his body curls up tight, making bulgses that wiggle along the surface of the gut as he fights desperately for his freedom, a freedom that doesnt look like its coming. He lasts near half an hour, before finally passing on with a gurgles as the fluids rise up over his head. Much of him would go to pad the horse's gut, though the rest would be entering the world again in several hours.

15:27 < Gyro Feather> (Cmon, one final post, passing time, gurgling him away, and final padding (and hopefully disposal? I see that on maybes :B)

15:27 < Quill_Weave> (Oh fine. <3)(

15:31 Quill_Weave pulls a phone from his... somewhere, some hammerspace pocket, and passes the time away on it. Watching videos, talking with people via text, just a general time waster while his prey fizzles away. His flesh boils and bubbles, slouching off into the digestive soup, burning at the flesh underneath. The pain would come in waves, starting off with new, potent acids that stripped the bird away with great speed, quickly removing most of his skin and a good deal of muscle mass. Even one of his claws would be floating in the soup soon after. The chyme is ushered through, deeper into the pony for further proccessing, of which the space in the stomach would be rplaced once more with fresh acid. This burned hotter and more intense in the open wounds, stripping away in a deadly process that left the poor thing as nothing but bones and a few feathers. Gyro was too slow that night to survive, and shall now only exist as a slimy skeleton, deposited in an alley with some other unfortunate victim.

15:31 < Quill_Weave> (Had to hurry, gotta take sister someplace_)

15:31 < Gyro Feather> (alright :D