Eyes Seemingly Too Big for One's Belly

25 May 2018

18:41 GyroScale is sleeping soundly in the middle of a patch of flowers, tail curled up against his body. It looks like he's been here for a couple of hours, snoozing beneath the warm sun that beats down from late afternoon. The fur itself is thick and fluffy, taking his entire snout before it touches the flesh contained within, all of which smells of a soft slightly salty musk from the light coating of perspiration that had developed upon his form.

18:50 Arcai is out for a walk in the flowery fields on this pleasant day, whistling softly while looking for around for a lunchtime meal. A slight breeze is blowing, sending ripples through all the foliage in the area.

He comes across a big blue form and stops whistling to surreptitiously approach it. Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a fluffy dragon taking a relaxing siesta! He sniffs its feathery wing and finds the scent agreeable, if a little on the unwashed side.*

18:55 GyroScale shuffles a wing in his sleep, brushing it against Arc's face with power despite his sleeping state, before shuffling over. THere's a small bulge in his belly, though no concrete forms can be seen within it. Still the creature is fast asleep, with his breath ruffling the flowers in front of his face. Up next to him, Arc could see that teh dragon was several times longer than he was, and certainly weight many times his own weight, hardly what one would call light enough for a lunch.

19:08 Arcai stumbles from the wing-swipe, almost knocking him off balance. The mighty creature laying before him was powerful indeed - it would do well at feeding his own powers for a little while. The bigger, the better, as far as size was concerned - the lil alicorn was well adapted to consume meals much larger than himself as his magic could easily burn through world-rending amounts of energy.

Arcai licked his lips and circled around the dragon, trying to decide where to begin his meal. As if on cue, his empty belly let out an audible grumble, pleading to be filled. He decided to go tail-first, knowing that prey who watch themselves get consumed tended to be extra-squirmy going down. He trotted around to the floofy end of the dragon's tail, wrapped his own long tongue around its end, and pulled that into his

19:08 < Arc> mouth to see how it tasted.*

19:16 GyroScale 's ears twitch a little as he hears that rumbling belly, but its not quite enough to rouse him yet. The tail's first complication was the mass of feathers that decorated the end, and absorbed much of the moisture from his tongue. Those themselves didnt have too much flavor, but as he takes the first bit of flesh, he can taste teh salt that mixes with the dragon's natural oils. Little beads of condensation begin to form upon his fur where teh hot breath wafts down over it. From all the maniupation, the creature begins to stir, obviously growing closer to wakefulness.

19:26 Arcai found The big dry featherbundle took annoyingly long to lather to the point of being comfortable to swallow but the fleshy tailbit that followed made it all worthwhile. Arcai sucked on it a bit, enjoying the savoury flavour, the feathery tailtip meanwhile hanging halfway down his neck in the form of a bulging sphere.

19:26 < Arc> His belly then grumbled again, reminding him that he had a meal to finish. He gulped and moved further up the curled tail, being careful to not lick it too enthusiastically as he went so as to delay his prey's waking. The feather-bulge disappeared down into his torso but was soon replaced in his neck by the tail's thicker lower part, which also had so much more soft flesh to enjoy! Too bad that taking a bite out of it

19:26 < Arc> would certainly wake the dragon immediately - it was sorely tempting.*

19:29 < GyroScale> (Sorry to tease you like this...I probably ought to clean house...parents are coming over tomorrow...but we have something to continue later. ^^
[17:33:54] [02.06.18] -*- GyroScale 's tail begins to wiggle back and forth in Arc's neck as he grows closer to waking. THat hot drool seeps down into his fur, dampening it and drawing out more of the flavor as it steadily trails its way down Arc's neck, making it grow thicker with each passing gulp. His motions are growing more frequent now, as the dragon shifts. At one point he rolls over, causing Arc's treat to shift in the throat, and quite possibly

17:33 < GyroScale> twisting him over onto his side from teh friction inside.

17:54 Arcai suddenly found himself flipped on his back from the dragon's unexpected roll. It knocked his head into the ground and he reflexively yelped out a surprise "Aaaah!" from the pain before he could think of how this might endanger the dragon's continued state of unconsciousness. He grabbed his meal with a telekinetic grip to keep it in place while pushing himself back to right-side-up with his wings. He'd gotten most of the dragon's tail down at this point and was about to start on its hindlegs with all their dangerous-looking claws.

17:59 GyroScale may have only heard the noise muffled by his tail blocking the other's tongue, but that combines with teh other sensations are just enough to get the bird to start to stir. The Dragon's body starts to shift within that grip, pushing against the telekesis in an attempt to stretch himself out, letting out a little yanw in the process. It certainly would strain Arcai to hold him compltely still as he begins to move

18:08 < GyroScale> around. Its about that time that he begins to notice a streange sensation around his tail. The creature turns his head around and catches a glimpse of his tail deep within an alicorn gullet, yet somehow, the bulge in his neck ends, and seems to flatten out as it goes down, impossibly. A loud growl rumbles from his chest, though the way he's still slighly sleepy causes it to lack some force of will.

18:08 < GyroScale> (there edited

18:14 < Arcai> (indeed we didn't. I can go with either; we can do bulges and some brutal graphic digestion if you want)

18:15 < GyroScale> (I already edited the bulge out. Graphic digestion is always a puls though~

18:34 Arcai turned his head toward the dragon in response to the growl, noticing he had begun to wake, and released his magical grip. He made eye contact with his prey, a look of determination on his face, and maintained it as best as he could while continuing his meal. In a split second, he opened his mouth even wider and jumped to get the dragon's rump and both of his clawy hindlegs inside, the rest inside him being sufficiently lubricated to slide further down without much effort. The legs were almost as big as the alicorn's whole body and made profuse form-fitting bulges in his cheeks. Arcai took a moment to swish his tongue around the contents of his mouth, both getting to enjoy more of Gyro's salty flavour and working a bit more saliva into his fluff to ease his journey to oblivion. He then pressed the feet together and pushed them to the back of his mouth - with an audible "glrp", the big cheek-bulges they made were now relocated to the pony's throat, still just as visible to the poor confused dragon.

18:44 GyroScale is certainly pretty confused about the whole ordeal right now, and his tail swishes deep inside Arcai's stomach, though he sees no motion on the belly from the outside. Suddenly those cheeks baloon impossibly large as his hind legs are drawn into them by the alicorn's weird magic, creating weird shapely bulges that are the perfect imitation of his talons. He tenses those feet in an effort to scratch against the flesh inside, but is instead rewarded with a powerful gulp. Gyro yelps, watching his claws move down into that gullet, and disapearing down towards the belly as Arcai gets his rump into his mouth. Its at hti spoint that the dragon truly begins to react. He curls his body around and extends his foreclaws with a growl, attempting to grasp ahold of the alicorn to pull him off, or perhaps rend deep cuts into hsi form.

19:17 Arcai , Seeing Gyro making a move to grab him, Arcai bit into his body and locked his jaws with an iron grip to hold himself in place as the dragon swung around. Gyro's huge claws grabbed his little body and attempted to yank him off. Though there was no danger of the alicorn being torn apart, this still stretched his own body to a painful length, to which he responded by sinking his own teeth in further until the combination of his strong bite and the dragon's pulling motions scraped out a wound beneath the dragon's fluff. This wound was deep enough to draw blood, which added a whole new dimension of flavour as it began to soak into Gyro's fur.
Arcai eagerly licked at the blood and took the dragon's painful moment of surprise to swallow again, working his way halfway up the dragon's big body, toward the bases of his wings. Even through all the fluff, Arcai could feel the contours of Gyro's strong musculature, briefly contemplating how cooking it into steaks instead might've gone. These were only idle musings for he was committed to consuming Gyro whole and alive at this point.
The big lumps that was Gyro's hindlegs fell further down his neck, making way for the more uniform body that followed. They shrank until they unceremoniously slid into the alicorn's barrel, which continued to show no sign of the huge meal that was entering it.*

19:32 GyroScale fights as hard as he can to manage to cause damage to the stallion who has him halfway down his jaws, even as he digs his claws in and pulls, almost like he was made of rubber. The subsequent bight however, drew out a yelping growl from teh dragon, and only caused him to thrash about more, making the wound worse dribbilg yet more bood into the other's body. Even as arcai makes their way up his belly, the dragon has the wherewithal to extend his wings out wide, adding yet another obstacle for the alicorn to have to fight his way through. He couldnt believe it though, the way his body seemed to just disapear down into the hot slippery chamber and not be seen on the other's belly. What sort of witchcraft was this? He should be far too much for the alicorn to get down.
Inside the stomach though, where much of his body was ending up, he could feel that it was incredibly tight, holding his body in a powerful embrace, while sticky fluid dribblined in from teh sides and stuck to his coat, and pooled at the bottom. Was he being shrunk? Surely he'd still be able to see his bulge with as tight as it was._

20:05 Arcai moaned tauntingly, unable to vocalize any words with half a dragon sticking out of him, and playfully kept batting away the Gyro's big paws, with surprising strength for his little size, every time he tried and failed to dig them into his unyielding body. He always enjoyed the part where his prey figured out that he was more than a match for them even at a tenth of their size.
Biting the dragon seemed effective for stunning it, and the blood that resulted added to his already delicious flavour, so Arcai had to do it again once the first wound was well past his mouth and bleeding tastelessly into his long throat. He chomped again, squeezing the dragon's midsection until blood began to spurt from all four points where it connected with the pony's canines. He extended his long tongue to wrap it around the dragon's chest and pull a bit more of it into himself, then squeezed rhythmically with his jaws a few more times to pump out a bit more of that tasty red nectar. Hopefully not so much as to really weaken Gyro but just continue sweetening his taste while contemplating ways to deal with the huge, beautiful wings!
The alicorn's belly suddenly growled, loudly and menacingly, urging him to stop playing with the food and get the rest of it down already. His stomach was pressing around the parts of Gyro that were already there, lathering them in acids that would soon begin disintegrating the furry and feathery outer layers even while much of the meal was still yet to descend.*

20:23 GyroScale lets out a growl of frustration and anger as it seems nothing he does has any affect on the stupid pony. He's steadily creeping up his barrel now, taking in his chest into the mighty gullet, while more woulds appear beneath his fur from teh sharp teeth biting down into him. He certainly had more than enough strength to not have any issues with the minor amounts of blood leaving his body, but that didnt stop his worry about what was happening at all. He knew what happened to things in a belly, even living ones, as he'd gulped down plenty himself, and he certainly didnt want to be slidiong out from behind the stallion's tail. Gyro beat at the alicorn with his wings as well, slamming them down into his face, now that there was no hope of them going in. Wings did not bend the way he'd need them to in order to keep progressing.
Deep inside he could feel the thick slime working its way into his coat, but, for the moment, it seemed that it'd not reached critical saturation yet enough to have any reall affect on his body. His hind half had entirely entered into the stomach, where he was forfced to curl up against his own belly. His massive bulk pushes forcefully against the sides of the walls, causing them to deform into odd shapes, and yet it was entirely invisible on Arc's form._

21:08 Arcai finds The magnificent feathery wings beating at Arcai's face were annoying but harmless. Unfazed, Arcai stretched out his own, smaller ones and channeled them between Gyro's. He then unfurled and pinned them against the dragon's, pushing them down and flat against the ground in a swift move. He braced himself and kept them there, managing to overpower the larger dragon's strength.
With a little struggle, the alicorn used his wings to push the dragon's fully extended wings backwards along the ground, in the opposite direction of which they normally folded. At the same time, he used his forelegs to push Gyro's away and out of the way in what looked like a particularly high-stakes hoof-wrestle.
Arcai could've used magic to make this easy but physically dominating his prey was always more fun, so that would remain a last resort. He swallowed again, which did a bit more to drag his own light body forward than drag the much heavier dragon along the ground, and began getting the bottom of the wings into his mouth. He then dug his hooves and wings into the ground to keep himself as well as the dragon's wings in position as he gulped again, almost flattening the dragon's appendages into the ground with pressure. Would the alicorn's esophageal muscles be strong enough to break dragon wing?
They got their answer when the next swallow was accompanied by loud cracks as the outer halves of Gyro's wings bent unnaturally upward and toward his head and his body sank lower into the gluttonous pony. Arcai kept this up, gulping a couple more times until the wings were too broken to retain their beautiful natural shape. He let go of them and folded his own wings back to their resting position, and raised his neck upward. Gyro's head, neck, and front legs stuck out of his mouth with a feathery cone around them, the rest of the once-proud dragon either distending the pony's long neck or safely sequestered away in its mysteriously flat lil belly.*

21:21 GyroScale fights against the pressure with both his wings and his claws simulatanousely, but they're both pushed up towards his head and flattened against the ground. He groans, fighting as much as he can, and drawing more blood from the spots where Arcai's teeth scrape against his flesh as it reaqched up towards his shoulders now. The muzzle of the stallion was pressed right up against his wing pits, and leg bits as he

21:21 < GyroScale> fights to get them down against the ground. Unfortauntly for gyro, he's staring to wear out from all of this fight, and his motions are sloppy and less resistant than they'd been at the start of the fight. He manages to get pinned against the ground finally, as the muzzle reaches forward and grasp around those wing bases. The stretchy cheeks put a painful strain on the wing joints, but its not until the first swallow

21:21 < GyroScale> that the dragon really bgins to howl.

21:21 < GyroScale> The contraction squeeze tight around his form, straining the tendons and the soft flexible bones of his wings even further until there's a loud snap. The resistance folds away as the wing muscles suddenly lost their supports to anchor too. Painfully the soft bright blue feathers encompass his face, practically hiding him from the outside world now, as he continues to descend. With Arcai's muzzle ringing around his neck

21:21 < GyroScale> now, the foul breath of the stallion really becomes apparent, carrying with it the scent o fold stale meat and acrid bile wafting up from the stomach, and leaving the dragon gagging._

22:12 Arcai knew the hardest part was over for Arcai, the rest of Gyro now having a clear way down and being indisposed to do much other than flail his paws around. The weight of the dragon that still stuck out of Arc's muzzle was significant and he had his forelegs way out front to balance as his neck's muscles flexed to keep the meal upright. To get more comfortable, he sat down on his haunches and straightened himself

22:17 < Arcai> vertically, the dragon's head and broken wings sticking up and out of his maw like a strange blue candle.

22:17 < Arcai> Gravity pulled the meal down now but all the feathers still made Gyro too dry to progress very quickly, so the alicorn used his lengthy tongue again for some assistance. He worked it out from his mouth and wove it around the dragon's forelegs and neck, also catching part of the wings in the process. The feathers were rather bland, mostly in the way, and Arcai briefly regretted covering Gyro's head with his own wings as

22:17 < Arcai> they kept him from the surely better-tasting face beneath. He squeezed as if his tongue was a thin but long little snake to better grip the dragon and sucked the rest of him into his mouth, briefly choking Gyro until his head and legs were fully contained in the pony's ever accommodating mouth.

22:17 < Arcai> At this point, Arcai tried to maneuver his dexterous tongue around Gyro's annoying wings and managed to get to the dragon's muzzle. He teasingly licked his way around it, careful to not get it caught between the dragon's sharp teeth, and managed to work a bit of the dragon's drool over what was left there of him.*
All the while, the oversized bolus was continuing to slicken as Arcai's salivary glands worked in overdrive, which meant the dragon's downward slippage began accelerating. After another swallow, the pony closed his lips around the ends of the dragon's wings and paws, and then gulped again, finally clearing his mouth. The outline of the dragon's head and other upper bits would briefly be seen in his neck before

22:12 < Arcai> squishing impossibly into its base, never to be seen again. A quiet, satisfied glorp came out of the alicorn's belly, which was still so slim as to appear empty, as his stomach was finally able to seal its entry sphincter and get to work in earnest. He laid down on his side in the dragon's former spot on the meadow to relax a bit while the meal digested.

22:37 GyroScale 's paws are forced out straight as well as he flails them around, getting them tangled up with his own broken wings as he's drawn ever deeper into the belly of the beast that had him trapped and unable to do anything effective. The smell grows all the more powerful as the maw creeps up around him, smearing a foul oily drool across his feathers, which later seeped in past htem to his fur, while the regular swallowing movements of the throat inced him ever deeper inside of the great stallion. He has a moment of vertigo as Arcai lifts him up towards the sky, allowing him to see only the blue of his wings, and of the clear air above the pair of them. The dragon coughs and brings his claws down to pull at the tongue as beest as he can when it wraps around his neck, leaving it imossibly hard for him to breathe from teh assault., but it steadily drags him deeper. The slippery muscle darts across his nose, prompting the dragon to make one final last ditch attempt to do something to the stallion, even if he wasnt going to get free. He bites at the tongue, grazing it with his teeth but never quite enough to really latch on and draw any blood, while the stallion gets a taste of hte beasts last vestiges of fur. Soon enough his head and his thick horns are drawn in between the maw, allowing him to look up and see the teeth of the horse framing his vision, along with his wings and claws casting a dark shadow over his muzzle. Soon enough though, the throat closes over his face, smearing its thick goopy mucous into his fur and casting him into a deep darkness. He manages one parting scrape against the tongue, but after that, the jaws close over his wings and forelegs, and anther gulp drives him deeper. His head pushes out, horns and all against the walls of the throat, kneaded ever deeper, until finally he feels himself pass into that stomach. All around him, he can hear the steady thumping of the pony's heart, and his deep breaths, along withthe more menacing sounds of his eager digestive system glorping and growling around him. The smell of the bile assualts his nose, and ocmbined with the intense pain he's in, he's left wretching, bringing up waht little remianed of his breakfast. He still felt full size in there, and yet, she knew there was no way he could be.

22:43 < Arcai> (Oh my. This isn't a competition for who can write the longest post. :P )

22:50 < Arcai> I have to go for about an hour before continuing.

22:50 < GyroScale> (alright

00:01 < GyroScale> (Bakc yet?

00:05 < Arcai> Yes, in a moment

00:30 Arcai knew the dragon was indeed still at his full size inside Arcai's stomach but his gut was specially adapted to be bigger on the inside to make it easier for him to fit the huge volumes of food he needed to support his powerful magic. His body counteracted most of the weight, too, so he was free to prance around unencumbered if he so wished after a meal. At this moment, though, he wished to enjoy the final movements of his prey, so he curled up to get an ear as close as he could to his belly, wondering if Gyro still had any energy to scream and struggle in there.
Inside, the conditions the dragon faced could only be described as hellish: the stomach had secreted enough acid to bring the "water line" about halfway up the dragon, and some of the fur and skin it had been in contact with for a while - namely, his tail - was beginning to slough off while sizzling dramatically. At the same time, the baggy organ contracted in an effort to compact its meal down to size and cover more of the formerly magnificent dragon in its ruinous fluids. This forced some of the precious remaining air, foul as it was, up the alicorn's foodpipe, eliciting a strong burp! He patted his belly in satisfaction and continued to listen.*

00:47 GyroScale was curled tightly inside of the belly now, as it contracted around him and did its best to make him as tight of a ball as possible. The motions of the belly splashed the juices up over his fur, ensureing that even the bits that werent below the liquid got a good coating of acids anyways. Every breath he takes inside of there is difficult, as the scent of the bile that surrounds him stings his nose and leaves the dragon feeling incredibly queezy. An irony odor is int he air too, no doubt the result of the blood that had been added to the chamber. Thos spots that were bleeding were a source of enourmous pain for the dragon, who howled out and growled, thrashing his claws against the sides of the stomach. Unprotected as they were, the acids had already begun to deepen the punctures, and his tail too was becoming riddled with holes as fur and feathers alike felel off into the gunk. The belch drowns out th esounds of the stallion's heartbeat and breathing, ringing int the dragons ears, for a moment, before the cacophony of internal noises returns to flood over him. The heat inside is getting to him too, leaving him panting and sweating deep inside the chamber.

01:12 < GyroScale> (arc?

01:12 Arcai is alive

01:28 Arcai was able to feel every struggle and movement inside his stomach. Hearing the mighty dragon howl in terror and pain, being reduced to nothing more than pony chow, brought an atavistic grin to his face. The sounds were rather soft through his magical layers of skin and muscle but still clearly audible if one listened closely.
He mmmm'd a bit in pleasure as he noticed the clawing at his rugae; Gyro might be hoping he'd tear a hole through that but to Arcai, it was an intense and soothing massage inside him. He stroked his belly in response, knowing it probably wouldn't be noticed inside but finding the thought of "responding" to the clawing amusing nonetheless.
The alicorn's infernal stomach continued its task without pause, now crushing Gyro tight enough to begin breaking some of his bones. Snap-snap-crackle-snap-pop! His ribcage gave way first just as the acids burned a hole through his abdominal cavity, allowing his intestines to begin spilling out into the all-consuming bath below. Arcai couldn't help but keep up a pleasured smile while listening to this playing out and feeling his stomach walls pull in ever tighter around the feisty meal.*

01:46 GyroScale was insulated entirely from the outside world's pressures deep within that stomach, as he existed in some sort of pocket dimension. THe walls of teh stomach were very real though, as was the stinging juciest hat ever grew around him. HIs claws dig in deep to the flesh, and be bites at the rough folds in teh stomach, but it really is no use. The flesh seems to just slip on out of any attempt to put real damage into it. The pain creeps up more of his body, but actually begins to subside in his tail as nerve endings are burned away to reveal the bones and tender muscles beneath, but he's not out of the woods yet. More of his body is on fire now as the acids singe away at him, rather quickly leaving the dragon devoid of any mane, fur, or feathers, and replacing them with painful chemical burns. The next tightening of the belly forces the wind from his lungs in a pitufl screech, while ribs and arms crunch in the rolling waves of pressure. All this leads to the dragon'smotions slowling as his body cavity is infiltreated. The intestine bursts, spilling its acrid contents into the fluids around him and adding to the muck.

02:05 Arcai brb again :(

02:05 < Arcai> have gotten an unignoreable call

06:43 Arcai 's stomach ensured the poor dragon continued being mashed and turned over into a pulp. Whatever misshapen bits of food might've been left in his gut had seamlessly merged with the mess he was becoming himself. The hole in his torso had grown larger; and with much of his intestines out of the way, the digestive juices had managed to penetrate deeper inside and make short work of the fascia that held his other precious organs in place. All that meant that they now spilled out from Gyro's body for their turn in the acid bath. Liver, pancreas, stomach, lungs, heart - each of these delicate bits of soft tissue was soon submerged in a fluid there'd be no emergence from, and bubbled furiously during their final moments.
Most of what was left of his skin elsewhere had burned away, exposing more of the tender, protein-rich muscles beneath. Those, too, quickly succumbed to their melty fate as the caustic fluids worked to separate them from their bones and break apart their molecular structure. Gyro's long and meaty tail, having been in there the longest, was already barely more than a string of bones with a few stubborn-but-quickly-fading wads of fat left hanging on. Some of the exposed bones were crumbling now, too, no doubt assisted by the next wave of contractions that pulverized what was left of the dragon's skeletal structure save for his head, which somehow seemed to be getting saved for last - not to say it wasn't already chemically damaged beyond any hope of repair. Unfortunate, that, for it meant he'd remain conscious even without a functioning respiratory system as long as his brain's own oxygen reserves lasted.* Of course, it was a much happier picture in the outside world, where a cheerful blue alicorn was drowsily admiring itself, its flat belly occasionally letting out a soft, innocent glorp - nothing out of the ordinary at all! Looking around, Arcai noticed he had managed to get the dragon's blood over some of his own fur and sat up to lick himself clean. He had once again allowed the temptation to play with his food

06:43 < Arcai> get the better of him, which too often meant having a mess like this to clean up afterward. Oh well - at least he could take some pride in not letting any remnants of his prey end up on the ground this time.*

08:45 < GyroScale> (Good thing I didnt wait on ya 😛

08:54 GyroScale tries to move inside the stomach in his last couple minutes of desperation, but his body is so far deteriorated that his muscles fail to respond for the most part to his goading. Instead he's left at the awful mercy of the caustic solution that surrounds him, rather quickly eating him up and turning his body into a thick soupy chyme. As bonres break inside of him, it exposes the soft spongy core of them to the juices, which work to leave everything rather hollow, though even under the powerful contractions it seems like many might get to survive the journey at least partially intact. He could do nothing, say nothing, as the juices tore though what had once been an incredibly powerful body, left now to ruin. Even as he was just a head now, he could feel his consciousness fading fast, losing bits of memory as the juices poor into his skull and assault his breain through the eyesockets. Finally the lif leaves the creature alltogether, leaving Arcai with merely a whole bunch of meat to process, and plenty of bones, feathers and fur that needed to be excreted.

08:55 < GyroScale> (Welp, guess its final post time! I ❤ disposal if you do it, otherwise do whatever else you like~"

08:56 < Arcai> (Call took hours, sorry :( )

08:57 < GyroScale> (Ya...when you said call I decided I probably ought to pass out, since I'd be calling it when you got back anyways 😛

09:02 < GyroScale> (Anyways eagerly awaiting that final post~

10:00 Arcai With a final resounding _crunch_, the dragon's great skull imploded, the stomach's immense pressure crushing it and any remaining pieces of his other bones that the acids didn't liquefy to many little shards. Having cleaned himself up, Arcai laid down again for a while and purred to himself in satisfaction. As quickly as his gut could work, there would be a little wait until the remnants of his meal were ready to come out.
His stomach continued churning the messy chyme for a while until all little blocks of soft tissue were gone, then drained out its contents to his intestine. While the initial segment of that absorbed much of the once-dragon's processed form for the pony's normal nutritional needs, the vast majority of Gyro's mass was soaked up in the second half of the long organ, which had villi specially adapted to annihilate any matter that fit through them into the raw mana that alicorn magic ran on. Arcai felt a little jolt electrify his body when his meal made it to that point and shuddered a little as his mana reserves suddenly received a dragon-size top-off. It left a pleasant if fleeting feeling of warmth behind.*

10:00 Arcai Naturally, this left any still-somehow-solid bits of the meal turning rather dry. Various bits of feathers, fur, and bones from the dragon were pressed together toward the end of Arc's digestive tract with the usual cells and other waste products of a healthy pony body playing the role of binding agent. It had barely been ten minutes since the final gulp and here he was, apparently all done with processing the big dragon as the telltale pressure in his rear began to mount.
Arcai prepared for Gyro's return trip by picking out a spot in the meadow that few flowers grew in and jumping up to hover about a body-length above it - this was necessary with the volume of feces that a meal of this size would generate! He then, curling his body slightly while simultaneously lifting his tail, began to let out the dragon's remains. The tip of something dark brown began to peek out from his rear, which then turned out to be a log of solid dung about the size of the pony's entire body! As his anal sphincter opened wider and wider to let more of it out, a number of bone fragments, broken feathers, and fur clumps that somehow made it through the alicorn's inner incinerator were revealed to be embedded into the log. All of these bits had lost much of their colour in the process even if they still retained the properties of solid matter.*

10:00 Arcai squeezed his rectal muscles to speed this along, separating that big first chunk of waste with a loud plop! Its stench was rancid but two more blocks of the stuff followed, each equally large and "colourful". Arcai managed to drop them on top of each other in a pyramid-esque formation in a half-hearted effort to dispose of the former dragon in style, but even he found himself instinctively gagging a bit

10:03 < Arcai> and holding his breath from the intense stink of death.

10:03 < Arcai> He distanced himself a little upwind, away from the smell, and touched down to admire his handiwork. The feathery pile of waste looked almost like a well-earned trophy as it towered next to him at three times his size with vague hints of what created it. Not only did Gyro make a fine lunch for a hungry little pony but he'd further get a second life now as top-grade alicorn manure that was sure to be nutritious to whatever

10:03 < Arcai> grew next on the particular soil patch he now rested at.

10:03 < Arcai> Having had enough of these musings about a pile of scat, Arcai spread out his wings and flew away without looking back, now all fueled up and ready for an afternoon adventure.*