A Delightful Disapearance

5 February 2019

10:15 < GyroFeather> Or we can new

10:37 < Zuthal> Hmmmm

10:37 Zuthal hmmmflops

10:38 GyroFeather nomphs on their tail

10:41 Zuthal squeaks and looks back. Who nomfs there?

10:42 GyroFeather raises his dual feathered crests cutely and flicks his bright feathered tail.

10:43 Zuthal wiggles his own tail in the peacock's beak! Why the nomfings?

10:45 GyroFeather doesnt answer, but pushes hard on the tatzls butt to make him flop to the side, while taking his first gulp.

10:47 Zuthal squeaks softly as his tail is tugged down into Gyro's throat... though, there is no way such a little bird could ever fit him in. That plush rump squishes under the peacock griff's talons, and he decides to humor him, rolling onto his side as he watches him working over his tail

10:50 GyroFeather grins around the tail as he feels the turning of that tail, the feathers tickling inside his throat. The Bird turns again, facing away from Zuthal as he straddles the tatzl, and then begins to walk backwards, wiggling his butt and drawing the musky rear towards the other's face.

10:52 Zuthal wiggles his tail, giggling a little as he watches the bulge inside Gyro's throat moving! "Mmm, now what is that supposed to be, you silly bird?" he asks, as his tail is forced to bend against his crotch and middle with Gyro turning around, the tatzl's hooves playfully squeezing that soft, blue rump as the musky swell, along with the sensation of the throat around his tail, has his sheath steadily plumping up~

10:58 < GyroFeather> (https://www.furaffinity.net/view/30057090/

10:58 < Zuthal> title: Final Service From a Prey by thirdspurs

10:58 < Zuthal> description: Gyro Feather deepthoating Shanft's tail, while she sucks him off. She'll disapear into that belly soon. Art is by [http://thexiiiligh ...

10:59 < Zuthal> (Lewd!)

11:01 GyroFeather 's butt is blockign that veiw now, but the sensation of his throat rolling down across the stallion's tail is quite prominent as the bird takes another heavy swallow. He sinks his rump backwards till his tail hole grinds up against the other's muzzle, causing a heavy shudder to rush through his body. The bird lets out a low rumble and flicks his tail, brushing it through the other's mane.

11:04 Zuthal shivers happily as his nostrils are filled with the griffon's musk, eagerly pressing his muzzle between those plump cheeks to kiss and slurp over the offered pucker, as his hooves stroke and massage over Gyro's hips. A soft moan vibrates against his rear as the tatzl feels his tail drawn deeper still, cock starting to push free of his sheath as his tailtip is probably already poking into the griffon's crop!

11:12 GyroFeather gasps loudly around the tail, blasting it with hot drooly breath as he feels the tentacles indent his tight star and then wiggles his hips back harder on the others face. His own sheath starts to twitch excitedly, pulsing and growing as he flushes. Gyro returns the favor, carressing the other's cheeks as the tail continues to dive deeper down. As he enters the crop, it becomes clear that he's not the first thing eaten today as the body of a rabbit, as well as a bunch of leafy goop smears into the tail feathers.

11:17 Zuthal can feel the food already in the crop, and uses his tail to push it deeper into the griffon before the tip of the tail follows it down, letting Gyro smell the tatzl's own aroused musk as he gets closer and closer to that rear. The touch to his hips has him moaning happily into the griffon's rear, two of his coils slipping into that pucker as the third snakes forward, to stroke and tease over the griffon's cock and balls as his own reaches full mast, pressing against and smearing pre into Gyro's feathers

11:24 GyroFeather lets out a snort as he feels that shaft poking up into his bright pink feathers and then retrives one of his claws from the other's butt, to instead rest it on top of that shaft, pressing it into Zuthal's belly instead, with his scalely forarm. The other continues to caress the cheek, but the gryphon was for whatever reason denying him that bit of stimulation. He shuts his eyes and concentrates on the sensation of that tail sliding around inside of his crop, mushing up the food that had been stewing in his droolly pouch, enjoying it handily, though he allows some of it to start to squash free. All the while, his knotted member becomes fulle exposed now, plumping up in that slippery tongue, while his balls are left glistening with drool The bird puts more weight backwards now and continues to gulp, making his way three quarters up that massive tail.

11:29 Zuthal grunts as that talon pushes his shaft up against his chubby middle, making the stallion squirm as he tries to grind himself against Gyro's talon, though the talon on his ass and the throat squeezing around his tail give him definitely enough stimulation to keep the stallion nice and horny! As he feels Gyro's beak getting closer and closer to his thick, jiggling rear, he teasingly says "Hope you eyes weren't bigger than your beak, Gyro~" before pulling his head back from the griffon's rump, to instead slip his jaws around his tapered cock, as one of the hooves that were rubbing the blue cheeks takes up the task of teasing Gyro's pucker~

11:39 GyroFeather had put down multiple ponies at once, and so he knew he could handle this tatzl too, even if the other was jeering at him. Still...it would be slightly different to gulp /that/ much meat all at once, rather than in parts. The bird takes another heavy gulp, inching himself forwards, before the sudden application of Zuthal's mouth around his knotted lenghth makes him pause for a moment. He groans softly and thrusts up against that mouth, pushing himself deeper between those jaws to feel the hot warmth within. That, combined with the musky smell he was getting now, of hot stallion, was really starting to get to him as he thrusts harder into Zuthal, without taking him any deeper.

11:44 Zuthal eagerly wiggles his hips as he feels Gyro thrusting into his muzzle, making that plush rump jiggle just in front of Gyro's face as his tail twists in beak and throat. He starts to bob his head on the griffon's length, each time taking his tip into the tatzl's tight, squeezing throat as his coils stroke and squeeze over shaft and balls, as the hoof that is teasing his pucker starts to push its way inside that well- lubricated hole. The stallion's happy moans are muffled by the cock, turned into little more than pleasant vibrations around it every time it hilts inside him, pressing Gyro's balls against the tatzl's muzzle and filling his nostrils with griffon musk~

11:55 GyroFeather 's breathing turns into a heavy panting around the tail as he feels th epressure rising up in his shaft. The bird involuntearily begins to teeth on the other's tail now as his heart begins to thump mightily. He can feel the plreasure rising up in his body now as he gets closer and closer to his peak. Right before the bird reaches it though, he thusts his hips forward, pulling his member out of Zuthal's mouth. Hot cum suddenly floods out, coating the minty green tatzl's body in a flood of white goop, with some of it still rushing over the coil that wrapped it, adding a salty flavor that dribbles off of it. As Gyro tries to cry ont in pleasure, he reflexively bites down hard on the tail, just shy of bloodying it.

12:09 < GyroFeather> (nip?

12:14 < Zuthal> (Eeep, missed that one)

12:16 < Zuthal> (And, mm... dunno, think I might rather pause for now)

12:17 < GyroFeather> (did I put you off?)

12:17 < Zuthal> (No, don't worry)

12:17 < Zuthal> (*pats griffon*)

18:20 < GyroFeather> or maybe lyjzet feeling lewd 😛

18:20 < GyroFeather> depedning on who's hungry~

18:22 < Zuthal> Heehee

18:25 Zuthal still has his mouth open as Gyro reaches his peak, catching a good portion of the griffons load in it as the rest paints his face and chest in white, sticky streaks. The stallion doesn't get long to enjoy the taste, though, as that bite draws out a pained yelp, tail thrashing hard inside the griffon. "Hey! No biting!" he complains, bapping at Gyro's rear

18:31 GyroFeather seems to ignore that slap on bis butt, as the jaws remain clenched for the duration of his orgasm, paiting the tatzl's fur in the warm musky seed that splatters onto his face and chin. Then, finally, the bird lets up on his grip and begins to swallow once more, drawing the horse down deeper yet in his relaxed state, theak sliding across those fat butt cheeks, wot here his hot breath teased directly across the horse's nethers and anus. Inside, the tail was squishign further into a mush of food, displacing some of it deeper yet. Of course, in his post orgasm bliss, his throat's grip weakens, just a little, giving the tatzl time to pull out if he wanted.

18:37 Zuthal can feel the throat's grip weakening, but... he wants to at least wait to see if the griffon would even be able to get his beak over his wide hips. And he had to admit the rippling throat and now that beak starting the quite daunting task of squishing in his thick rump did feel rather nice, tail wiggling and squishing around in the mess of food in the griffon's crop. "Mmm... come on Gyro, don't you want to get your beak around that thick, juicy rump~?" he asks with a teasing wiggle of his hips that jiggles his fat cheeks against the peacock's face, and grinds his cock against his bulging chest as the hot breath flowing over his pucker and balls elicits a soft moan from the stallion.

18:46 GyroFeather begins to take more and more of that butt in, with Zuthal's assistance. HIs beak stretches out wider and wider until there's a bit of a pop, and then the widest part of his rump is squished down through the hard edge and into the throat of the bird, leaving his pink feathers bulging immensely from the size. ITs at this point that Gyro's claw on Zuthal's shaft has to retreat, as instead it gets replaced by a tongue, which rolls over it and the rest of his body, drawing out the lovely taste. The food that's in teh crop is really thick, and coats over the tail, thick as honey or mud as it slides around inside of there.

18:47 < GyroFeather> (Cause we all know what honey does to tatzl spit~ A lovely little barrier

18:51 Zuthal squirms a little as he feels the thick mush gumming up his fur, a nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him he should be worried about it... but then the touch of that tongue to his hefty balls and his cock disperses all thoughts of worry, replaced with eager moans as his hips wiggle in the griffon's beak and then down his throat, grinding his cock against his tongue as his plush thighs are folded up against his body, squished against his chubby middle along with his shaft. "Ooohhh... Gyro, your throat, your tongue... it feels so good, please, keep going~" he moans out as the attention brings the tatzl dangerously close to his peak, that dark horsecock leaking plenty of salty pre for the griffon to lap up~

18:58 GyroFeather sends a heavy ripple around the horses's body with a gulp, forcing the start of his butt ot reach down to the crop, pulling that shaft entirely into his beak now, soaking a portion of his fat gut in hot bird drool. It seems like the bird is delibreatly trying to prevent giving zuthal pleasure as the tongue focuses on his fur instead though. Aneother heavy roll of peristalsis across the body and his shaft is entirely encased in the throat of the bird, providing the horse certainly enough stimulation to keep him going, but who knows if it'd be enough to push him over the edge. Gyro's beak misses Zuthal's wings, meaning the horse would certainly find himself in an uncomfortable position of he couldnt work the feathers into that jaw himself.

19:03 Zuthal groans needily as Gyro seems to be deliberately holding him on the edge, plump gut squishing and jiggling against tongue and beak as Gyro slowly advances over its curve and the tatzl squirms. "Mmmfff... you're such a tease, Gyro! What do I have to do for you to let me finish?" he complains, before squirming and wiggling to pull himself a little bit back out again as he notices the griffon's beak slipping under his wings. "Silly bird... you need to get my wings in too~" he says as their tips are stuffed into the peacock griff's beak. And as his belly is slowly drawn in, he finds himself dragged away from Gyro's rear, giving that lovely blue rump a parting grope and a goodbye kiss before it is pulled out of reach.

19:15 GyroFeather grunts when the horse pulls back just enough to get the feathers to push up itno his beak. The fit is tight, and several fo the primaries break as they're forced to fold back onto themselves, crippling the horse's wings from a flight perspective, though at least they dont feel anything themselves. Gyro starts to sit back now, as the horse is pulled from his rear, drawing the tatzl out from beneath himself to instead rest on the ground as his crop continues to expand. With the butt filling it up, he's not got more than a ponies worth inside of htat sack, and finds that the sphincter at the back loosens, allowing the coated tail to slip down deeper. Somehow though, more horese than other food slips towards that stomach, leaving plenty of slop to get massaged into his butt and balls and shaft.

19:20 Zuthal is helping to massage that slop in as well, grinding himself against the slimy, muscular walls of the crop even as his tail slips deeper, feeling himself so close, yet with the limited movement allowed by Gyro's tightly-stretched insides, unable to actually reach his peak. Gyro is now getting to the parts of the tatzl that had been coated in his cum, the salty, musky seed adding another dimension to the sour-sweet, fruity taste of the tatzl as his fat middle is completely contained within the griffon, letting his chest fur be matted down by sticky saliva as his hooves reach out to stroke over the bulges in his massively stretched crop~

19:25 GyroFeather compacts more of the horse inside, pressing tail and butt down into his belly, leaving bulges what curled oddly inside of him, and, somehow, even giving a lump of its own to the large shaft that hung off the bottom of the horse's belly, giving the tatzl somewhere to focus his rubbing on, even if the sensations were dulled through layers of flesh. Hot rippling flesh creeps up over the first set of shoulders, and then the second, whiel the tongue lathers over the chest. The bird can feel his own drool rolling down his beak in sheets now, darkening his bulging purple throat, while his weight settles on whatever of Zuthal's body remained outside.

19:29 Zuthal wiggles his rear hooves as they are claimed by that hungry beak along with his shoulders, leaving just a head and a pair of forelegs sticking out, forelegs that are dutifully rubbing over the griffon's chest and belly as that fat rump for a few moments strains against the crop's sphincter, before pushing through into the stomach. "Ooohhh... would it be vain to say that I make a really sexy bulge~?" he asks as his hooves stroke over the tight bulge that shows off his plump ass and cock, and even allows glimpses of his tail as it swishes and strokes over the wrinkly stomach walls. "Mmmff... come on you greedy bird, just a little bit of me left to claim~"

19:38 GyroFeather 's hot breath blasts up over the stallion's head as he creeps up over the chest and starts to ring the other's neck in his beak. The bird can feel the throbbing of the other's artery through the pressure against his tongue asn he slowly works himself ever deeper. Beak compresses against chin and then the tongue curls up around the other's muzzle. His view is framed by the pinkish flesh lining the inside of the beak now as he slowly reciedes, while the stale breath smelling more like him than antyhing else blasts in hot humid puffs across him. Everything is incredibly tight inside of the bird now, as even the hooves are put away, followed by one final gulp. Of course, not all of the tatzl would fit in that belly easily, meaning much of him would be left in that crop. Would he be able to work his hooves down to that stomach? It'd be a tight fit, shifting from up to down, if he was going to get himself to a finish.

19:50 Zuthal moans needily as the hot, stale breath of the griffon puffs out around his head, forelegs forced to leave that bulge as they are straightened out by the confining throat and beak to flank his head. The stallion happily nuzzles against and even kisses that tongue as it wraps over his face, helping it get at his face from every angle to lap up the cum the griffon had leg on it. Someone watching from the outside would be treated to the decidedly odd sight of a deeply blushing stallion practically frenching the griffon from inside, wiggly hooves remaining the last thing outside as that face is slowly drawn down into the griffon's throat, the tatzl's last view of the outside world increasingly dominated by those pink, pulsing walls, before everything is plunged into darkness as that beak snaps shut over his hooves, leaving the stallion to be pushed into the crop... though not completely, leaving Gyro so full his forelegs remain stuck in the squeezing throat.
The stallion has needs to attend to, though, and with this position, he quickly realises he can't just pulls his hooves down, turn them around and attend to himself that way. So instead, after a brief, fruitless attempt to pull the rest of himself back up into the crop, he starts to wiggle and shimmy deeper into Gyro, the bulge in his chest diminishing as at the same time the one in his belly swells, all the tatzl's movements leaving ample time for the sweet, sticky gunk in the crop to coat every last little bit of his body. But finally, he does manage it, affirming his place as griffon food as his hooves at last leave the crop, leaving that purple-feathered chest slim again while the bulge in the blue-furred middle squirms and moans happily~_

19:51 < Zuthal> (Should give plenty of reason for Gyro to tease him about it~)

20:06 GyroFeather groans in deep discomfort as he feels the stallion not entirely happy with his spot of being half in the bird's crop and half in the belly as he wiggles about, forcing himsefl deeper. The bird gives a low groan and winces, grinding his claws on that belly now and trying to force the overtaxed gut to relax as more and more horse fills it. Its the first time in a while that he's stretched hismelf quite so far, and this time was all at once, rather than the slow transfer of multiple ponies down to inflate it out. All around the stallion, the walls of the stomach clech down, fighting against his motion deeper, and making all themore difficult. The rubbing of the walls stimulates the production of far more acids, which begin to tingle against hi stail whilc had been in the pool for the longest.
As zuthal preses himself entirely into his belly, the bird bleches, forcing his overtaxed gut to contract, and allowing the juice to slide up a little higher on him. As he feels a steady thrusting from wihtin, the bird gives a little whine, and rubs his claw down over the struggling motion. "D-did you have to do that, you silly horse? Now I feel soooo damn stretched....and there's nothing I can do about it..." he grumbles, chewing on his beak. "At leats it seems you're willing to really be bird food, if you're so eager to get down into my belly. You'll probably feel better coming out than going on in, and look better too~"_

20:10 Zuthal responds to those teasing words with only more eager moans, a response that might indicate agreement... or just that the stallion had truly been broken by all the teasing, too overwhelmed with his need for release to care at all for his surroundings. Either ways, the rhythmic thrusting inside gets more frantic as the stomach walls clench and churn around him, and the tingling moves up his tail towards that fat rump. It doesn't take long for the stallion to reach his peak either, only a few minutes passing from the time he enters the griffon's stomach until his moans grow to a peak, that bulge squirming and twitching as sticky seed splatters against the stomach wall, before the stallion goes still, too spent and exhausted to even really think about escaping... if he even wants to escape in the first place.

20:12 < GyroFeather> (He still probably ought to try and protect himself, even if he doesnt realize its not working 😛

20:13 < Zuthal> (Normally would, but griff teased him so much, he had other priorities :P)

20:19 GyroFeather 's stomach kind of aches from all the comotion inside of it, and even if he's unable to actually spit him back up, his gut churns and feels fairly uncomfortable within it, leaving him rubbing at those bulges in an attempt to ease his pain. The bird groans out uncomfortably, sounding fairly sick in teh way his noise echose around the tatzl. "Damn you...stop moving already...I'm feeling like I'm going to be sick...even if I really cant!" He whines at the horse, before finally sighing as such a thing seems to take effect. "Good good, now just relax in the knowledge that you're bird food, to be fat on my hips and large pellet and other bits when I'm done~" He coos softly at his meal. Meanwhile the tingling is growning further along his body, stopping though, at his chest where the last bit had only just entered. THe smell of the belly is sickly sweet and acrid all at once, a noxious mixture of musky fumes that fills the other's senses.

20:27 Zuthal comes to to the feeling of the tingling spread over half his body, the griffon's stomach already starting to strip the fur from rear and tail. At the teasing words about being bird food, there is a brief bout of squirming, muffled complaints as the tatzl tries to protect himself from the stomach... But it quickly becomes clear that, if it could have at all worked, it is much too late now, and the squirming quiets down again as he starts to accept his fate. "I... I guess I am just food now... I hope at least I'll make a good addition to you..." he mumbles, exertion and the progressive lack of air dimming his mind

20:30 GyroFeather briefly considers swallowing down a little more air for teh stallion, when another bout of motions quickly changes his mind, making him realize that perhaps that would just extend the discomfort for the pony...though more importantly himself as his gut already strains to contain his food. The acid in that stomach continues to get more violent here, burning away flesh and leaving fur to flaot around in the thickening chyme around him. "Oh, I'm sure you'll look nice swigning on my hips. I may even show you off to my next partner, before I mate and eat them~"

20:34 Zuthal gives a happy little squirm and murmur at the thought of just how much he is going to pad out the griffon... surely giving him curves to rival the tatzl's, if not even more so... And with that thought, he passes out, mercifully before things get really painful in there, leaving him as just a huge meal for a hungry catbird~

20:41 < GyroFeather> (Shame you dont like disposal 😛 I'll get you a finale shortly though

21:49 GyroFeather closes his eyes and yawns, stretching out on his gut like its a matress as he feels the stallion go still within him. The churning of his gut is enough to causeht eh bird to feel quite tired, especially as blood rushes to his belly to deepen its work on his massive meal. Before there's too much change, the bird is asleep too, snoring loudly, while his tail lashes in his sleep.
Over the course of a day or so, as he drifts in and out of sleep, that mass in his belly slowly softens, losing much of those curvse as the meat inside dissolves into a thick soup, lumpy at first, but then steadily evening out. Bones crack as muscles contract in heavy rolls, while the sludge inside starts to empty out finally. Some of that is absorbed, and other bits wasted and sent further along. The gryphon's belly grows a thicker layer of fat on it, and his toned butt becomes far less so as it gains extra padding. Overall the bird has put ast least part of his mass of meat to good use by the time he wakes in the morning._ THe first thing he does as he opens his eyes is start to yawn, and then simultaneously cough. THat motion had triggered a spasm in his crop which steadily brought up a thick pellet to his beak. It falls to the ground with a heavy splorch after stretching that beak uncomfortably wide once more. Its football shapped, with much of it being a tangle of teal and seafoam fur and feathers, occasionally poking with a bone past the surface. The skull's half grin features prominently, looking up at the bird, who snickers at the cracked thing. "JUst so excited to be my food now, werent you? I can see it in that grin you piece of meat~" He teases, before kicking it over into a ditch.
Finally the bird makes his way home, where he realizes a need. The gryphon perches over the top of the comode inside, and then closes his eyes, feeling the large bulge in his abdomin begin to shift. His tailhole unclenches adn then out slowly slides the first lumpy piece of shit, snaking down towards the water, like a long rope. It breaks soon afterwards, with a plop, sinking down beneath the surface of the liquid. The logs themselves were slighly lobed, but otherwise textureless as all the indigestibles had been removed earlier. Each piece that passes through spreads that anus wide, and rubs right up agains the gryphon's prostate, with a pleasant pleasurre before it slumps down into the pile that was begning to form. The gryphom makes a face at the scent that's begining to form in the air now, as the tatzl's now reduced form produces an unpleasant miasma. Finally he whipe himself once he's finished, and then sends it all winding down towards the sewers.

After a brief stopover to cleanse himself, the gryphon makes his way to the mirror on the way out of the bathroom to admire himself. Turning around and swaying his bright blue bootie back and forth, a wide grin form son his beak. "I know I wear you better than you did yourself~This will make hunting all the easier~"

21:50 < GyroFeather> (Still awake, horse?

21:51 < Zuthal> (Mm... barely)

21:53 < GyroFeather> (How as that?

21:53 < Zuthal> (Very close to just falling asleep)

21:53 < Zuthal> (Good pudgebird though c:)