Hijacking a Train

23 April 2017

13:12 < GyroFeather>

13:12 < GyroFeather>

13:12 < GyroFeather>

13:13 < GyroFeather> Hijacking a train.

13:14 < GyroFeather> Well then Sorren, start us off with normal train things~

13:18 Sorren was piloting the train. It was cold, still relatively cold enough that the heat from the firebox was welcoming, though it wasn't so cold that he felt the need to close up the doors or windows to the cab. But then, spring always did seem to have the best climate. The blue Pegasus had just pulled the engine out of the station, and was currently easing the throttle up as the engine chugged away, a line of cargo freight pulled behind it. He was alone, as was common for the newer engines with coal screws from the tender--it made life easier, that was for sure. Considering the journey had just started, he was even clean his coat devoid of soot or heavy smudges that were bound to come later in the journey.

13:23 GyroFeather found himself in a rather unfortunate situation. The gryphon had managed to get himself entangled with some rather bad actors, who now wanted some debts that he had repaid. And unable to come up with the money, he now found himself in one of the boxes near the front of the train. Once they were underway, and when he thought they'd gone on far enough that they were clear of any major cities, he eases open the crate and then climbs out the top of the cart. The wind whips along beside him, but he keeps himself low enough that he manages to creep along the tops towards the engine at the front. The hot black smoke stung at his eyes as he was forced to breath it for every second he remained up top.

13:26 Sorren was in the far front. If the griffon continued his trek across the top of the engine, he would soon come to the end of boxcars, and find himself looking down upon a coal tender, and in front of that, the engine, with an open cab in the back. Sorren, of course, was oblivious of the griffon's presence, and had much greater things to put his attention to, like the current steam pressure and speed as the engine rumbled along, gaining speed now that it had cleared the station. Frowning to himself, Sorren muttered something about the injectors, then grabbed a small handle and gave it a pull. What it did, no one but him knew! Either way, it seemed the pony was quite entranced with his work.

13:32 GyroFeather finally reaches the coal car and from there glances down at the pony hard at work, trying to get a lay of the land. He could see a number of knobs and levers inside, that he had no real clue what they did. The only one that looked familiar at all was the emergency kill, the thing he'd been told to push once he managed to secure the train, where backup would be along shortly after. At least, it seemed, that the pony was fully good and distracted, and at that point the bird leaps forward, and hits Sorren hard on the rump, sending the pair of them crashing forward into the console.

13:37 Sorren yelps. The emergency "kill" that gyro had been told about was likely the brass lever on the right side of what would be the pressure column. It wouldn't cut off steam, but it was the dummy's way to apply the brakes. The poor Pegasus never even heard the griffon coming from behind. One second, he was peering at the water glass with a frown on his face, and the next, a weight had hit him right in the rear and he found himself pressed up against the incredibly hot firewall at the front of the engine. The blue Pegasus jerked, his wings snapping outwards and beating frantically as whatever it was pushed him down, and already he could feel the heat against his coat. He let out something of a screech and started to push away. "Fucking... shit!" he yelled, completely startled.

13:42 GyroFeather lets out a happy screech of success as he feels himself tackle the pony down to the ground, digging his claws against the other's sides. He feels the sudden jerk though, and the flailing of wings as they beat against his body first, followed then by the intense heat rolling off of the metal firewall to the front. Even he wasn't that cruel, and he attempts to tug the stallion backwards without giving him the opportunity to get himself free. The sharp claws of the bird dig into his shoulder as he glowers down at the stallion. "You better cooperate, or this is going to get real messy!" He growls, letting the hot humid breath push down into Sorren's neck, rufflinghis fur.

13:46 Sorren folded his ears flat to his head at the screech, which he was able to pick up, even among his desperate thrashings. Right when he was sure that his coat was about to start smoldering, he was pulled away, falling back into the firm chest of... whoever was behind him. The stinging of claws, coupled with the screech he'd heard earlier left him with very little doubt of just what it was grumbling into his ear.

"Fucking shit," he said, his form trembling lightly as he pulled against the griffon's influence, not quite trying to escape but not complying very well either. "What do you want? I don't carry money. Anything worth anything is back in the boxcars."

13:51 GyroFeather grapevine's his hindlegs around those of the pony, just to keep him there as he pulls against his grip. The soft downy feathers of the bird press up into his back for another moment before the gryphon rolls once more, forcing Sorren back onto his belly beneath him.
"Of course everything important is back there...but in order for me to get whats back there...well I need to redirect this train. And you're going to help me do it...or you're not going to walk away from here."

13:55 Sorren wiggled with a surprising amount of strength and determination in the griffon's hold as he was pulled up against that surprisingly fluffy chest before being pressed down to the floor, which was nowhere near as hot, though a bit dirty. "Pfttt, redirect the train?" he asked with a snort. "Fucking... it's on rails. Where the fuck do you want me to redirect it? You point it in a line. It goes. It's a train!" He went still, taking short, quick breaths as his necklace dragged across the floor. "Shit. Lay up with the claws."

14:01 GyroFeather found that he had trouble keeping his grip up as the pony tugged with some force, and finds the front right hoof slips through his claws, though not without leaving a couple painful gashes in their wake. His belly gives a muffled growl, barely audible above the machinery, but the vibration could be felt by the stallion pressed beneath his gut.
"Perhaps so...but we're taking a detour up towards an abandoned rail near the everfree...and I admit, I don't know the first thing about driving one of these suckers. Soo...you can take us along without sounding an alarm...or we can stop this and have you replaced with a companion who can."

14:04 Sorren let out a sound what was somewhere between a yell and a yipe as he felt the claws rake through his hoof, then thumped it down hard to the floor, looking over to the left to peer at the bleeding cuts on it. "I said watch the fucking claws." He went tense, bucked his hips upward into the griffon's belly, then started to relax some, taking long, deep breaths. "Which one gets me less dead and less fired by my company?" he asked after a moment of tense silence.

14:22 GyroFeather snorts and rolls his eyes, instead resting the now empty claw on top of the stallion's head menacingly. "Its not my fault you chose to pull it out. Now do we have an agree---ooof" The gryphon was not prepared for the sudden buck, as the exhale of breath soon makes it aware as he's knocked backwards. The bird finds himself half disengaged from the stallion now, though he'd not managed to push the bird fully off of him. He lets out a loud growl of pain and narrows his eyes. "I see...well if that's the decision you want to make...I"ll be happy to help you make it."

14:26 Sorren didn't actually try to escape when he felt the weight of the bird let off him a little bit, though he did start to push upwards slowly, getting his hooves under him, but not making any sudden movements. It seems he at least knew he was beat. He perked his ears at Gyro's words, then looked back over his shoulder to get his first look at the griffon that had attacked him. "What decision?"

14:32 GyroFeather tenses as he feels the stallion begin to push up, but he's certainly no use to him on the ground right now. Instead he lets the other begin to rise, keeping his sharp talons against the other's head, daring him to try and fight back. "Hmmm...so you are going to be cooperative after all then?" The gryphon gives a nod of his head and then releases Sorren's head, instead dragging his talon down to the pony's rump. He then snaps up to meet sorren's eyes with his own bright emerald ones. The coloration itself is odd for a gryphon, and beneath the black soot that stained his feathers shown a bright pink and blue coloration. He takes another glance at that rump and feel something in him stirring ever so slightly.

14:36 Sorren pulled his head away from Gyro's talons at around the same time that the griffon pulled them away, gritting his teeth at the way they scratched lightly as his coat. He turned his head to his cut shoulder, cursed under his breath, then rolled his eyes. It wasn't deep enough to keep bleeding, and already it was slowing. "Do I have another fucking choice?" he asked with a growl. His eyes fell briefly on the pressure gauges as he checked them, then widened a little as he felt the griffon's talons run backwards, over his rump. He turned his head back to meet the griffon's eye, and he cocked a brow. Now that he was making eye contact, it wasn't hard to miss the glance towards his rump, and Sorren blinked, somewhat in concern, and somewhat in bewilderment. "What the hell are you here for?"

14:45 GyroFeather seemed turns his attention back up towards the stallion with a smirk, moving away from that toned butt. "What do you think I'm here for? To make sure that you don't try to do anything dumb and use some artifact to call for help. And to make sure you don't stop the train." The gryphon then gives a firm grope of the butt with his talon, letting the itp of a digit press up against Sorren's tail hole. "But...you know...while I'm here I think that I might be interested in going for some tail right now...and since there are no girls around...it seems that there are no mares around well...we'll just have to use you in stead. So...I hope you like gryphon cock you little slut."

14:49 Sorren rolled his eyes and looked back towards the controls. "Fuckin' hate magic," he said with a grumble to himself. He checked the water gauge, then took a quick pull on the injector and peered at the glass on the wall as the boiler level rose some. "This isn't gonna end well. I hope you kn--" He shut up pretty fast as he felt that talon groping his rump, and snapped his eyes back towards Gyro. He tensed as he felt that talon press against his hole and took a step forward, a little bit away from the colorful griffon. "B... what? Fuckin... I have to focus on driving! Watching the tracks!" As if to make his point, he made a movement to the right, towards the single seat on the right of the cab, and the window.

14:57 GyroFeather at least this time was gentle enough that as Sorren pulled away, his claws only combed through the fur rather than slicing flesh. The gryphon steps forward though as the stallion pulls away towards the seat. This time his arm slides on in, brushing against the pony's inner thigh, only to squeeze against his hanging fuzzy orbs moments later. "Oh...well as I think you said before, its on rails, the train isn't going anywhere that we havnt told it to go. So then, pony, what'll it be, will you cooperate or will I need to take what belongs to me by force?" There's a bit of a sickness as his tone shifts in the last half of that last sentence, sounding almost like the gryphon wants him to resist, just to have a bit of fun with him.

15:01 Sorren felt a shiver coming on as the griffon's talons traced his inner thigh, then went very still as the creature took ahold of his sack. He tensed, then grit his teeth and let out a short, nervous chuckle. "Those're my balls," he said in a somewhat tense voice. He'd seen what those talons did to his shoulder. Now, pulling away wasn't a very good idea. "I'll drive the fucking train," he said in a still-tense, but firm voice. "That's what I'll do." He shifted ever so slightly, testing his movement as his eyes flipped briefly to the window before darting immediately back to Gyro. "I've been cooperating great so far."

15:09 < GyroFeather> (Bah...sorry gonna take a nap...birb didn't get enough sleep lasat night)
[5/4/2017 11:39:57:00] <GyroFeather>(this one?

21:13 < GyroFeather> (bump)

21:18 GyroFeather gives them a soft squeeze digging in enough of the tips to draw out some pain without piercing the flesh. The other claw runs the gambit from the base of his sack, up his taint, to then twirl over the stallion's tail hole. "Remind me again who's in charge? If you don't cooperate well...I could just stop the train, swap over the conductor to our guy, and well, just deal with you~" The gryphon coos , leaning his face forward till his hot breath wafts over the stallion's package.

21:37 Sorren immediately went tense as could be and let out a <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">'hkkkn!</i> of discomfort, eyes rolling a little bit in his head as the pressure was applied. "Fuckin... take it easy!" he said with a hiss, that light stinging putting him on edge. "Okay... okay," he said in unwilling compromise. He didn't like the sound of being <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">dealt</i> with.

Then he felt a hot wafting of moist air against his package and relaxed just a little, craning his head back and trying to see just what the hell was going on. "What are you... doing?"

21:53 GyroFeather licks his beak and then lets the sack go. His tongue snakes out and licks over the stallion's package, trailing hot saliva off of the soft muscle as it runs over the hanging orbs, up his taint and then finally comes to lick against his musky tail hole. He pushes in some and then pulls back to answer with a laugh. "I'm just getting you ready. Going in unprepared would be unpleasant for both of us," the tiercel says with a chuckle to his voice. "I wonder if you've ever managed a knot before? Its quite the experience."

21:57 Sorren had just started to relax when he felt that hot, wet tongue against his sack. He jumped a little in response, letting out a half gasp and biting his lip, tilting his head back and groaning as the sensitive tingle of that tongue moved upwards, and upwards, until it was at his hole. Even pressing his tongue in would take some effort from the griffon, and it earned a shudder and a clenching from the stallion as he braced his hoof on the throttle for support. It wouldn't move unless he squeezed the safety, so it was a move he could get away with. He chose not to answer the question about the knot, specifically because he could feel a redness crossing his face and his pride leaving his body. "Wouldn't your employers want you to... y'know, keep your mind on the job?" he asked in a forced, casual tone.

22:03 GyroFeather gives a shrug of his shoulders and responds, "Oh, well I've got you secured here, and I think that's the biggest part of it. You're not going to going to be able to call for any assistance while you're crying out my name~" The gryphon coos, letting his hot humid breath wash on down over the stallion's rump. So close he could smell the warm musk emanated from his netheres. Gyro's beak pushes in against the clenched pucker, and slipping half of his beak between it, he grasps the other around the outside of the puffy ring and nips upon the sensitive flesh, threatening to draw a bit of blood. His talons rub over the pony's rump and up his barrel mussing up the soft fur that coated his catch's body.

22:09 Sorren grit his teeth and rolled his eyes, lowering his head so that he was looking at the floor as he grumpily accepted the griffon-thing's answer. "Not if I don't know your fucking name," he added in a grumble under his breath. Like before, his humid breath brought forth a shiver, and then he felt the beak. Sorren's immediate reaction was a hard jerk forward, the top of his head hitting the steel boiler wall with a thump and a gasp of pain and surprise from the stallion. The nip that followed caused a sudden clenching of his hole against that beak and a gasp of light discomfort. Groaning, Sorren raised a forehoof to rub at the top of his head. Those talons rubbing up his rump and to his barrel pushed his blue fur the wrong way, ruffling it up so that he looked almost uncharacteristically fluffy and matted on his lower half.

Sorren couldn't imagine any creature happily licking his pucker, let alone pressing their beak into it, and it was a strange, mildly arousing, while still concerning thought. If anything, it earned a swelling of his sheathe between his legs.

22:17 GyroFeather uses the partially inserted beak to slide his tongue in a little deeper, getting everything nice and slick inside as he forced plenty of spit up into the stallion's tail hole. He then pulls out, leaving a strand of saliva linking himself to the rump before he brushes it off with a talon. "Hmmm I suppose that's right. I guess you'll just have to call me master then, because Isure as hell aint giving you my name. Its too bad I don't have a collar with me."

Gyro then slides his body up further onto the stallion, dragging his downy feathers over his back till he has Sorren's rump beneath his belly. Here, the stallion soon finds a pointed tip, lubricated with just a little drizzle of pre glancing right up against his backdoor. Gyro scoots the stallion forward as he moves, sliding the stallion up near enough to the boiler that he could feel the heat radiating off of it intensely upon his face.

22:23 Sorren gave another, smaller jerk as Gyro pulled out of him, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as he tried to calm the growing frustration that was running through him. Last thing he wanted to do was throw a fit and get 'dealt with.' Raped was better than dead. Gyro's comment about a collar earned a growl, but that was cut off as the larger and stronger creature suddenly slid forward, that warm body of his rubbing against his own and further muffing up his coat. The force of him sliding forward caused Sorren to slide some across the hoofplate, and just like that, he found his face very close to the boiler. his hoof remained poised on the throttle, holding himself back, while his other pressed against the ground, working as little more than balance. He could feel the heat on his face, the hot metal dangerously close. Of course, it wouldn't burn to the immediate touch, but several seconds pressing against it would start to sting and sizzle. To put the shitty icing on the already shitty cake, he could feel something hot and tapered pressing against his saliva-slimed hole.

"Heh..." he said in a tense voice. "...little close to the boiler, eh?"

22:34 GyroFeather snorts at the stallion and then leans down to whisper in his ear in a sultry tone, "What is this situation getting a little too hot~ for you? I know its really getting me going too~" He then takes the ear into his beak and secures a grip upon it, causing a crunching of the cartilage as he then begins to force his hips forward. He feels the tailhole resisting his entry as tight as it is, but eventually he begins to over come it. The spaded tip preads it out about as much as his finger had before, and it was only a little in as the warm hole grasps upon his tip. His wings half flutter from the sensation as the gryphon chirps in pleasure right into his ear. If the stallion resisted his shaft too much, he'd be sure to inch closer towards the hot metal before him.

22:39 Sorren didn't really have time to think of a sarcastic and divertive reply to Gyro's question before the bird bit down on his ear. It caused an immediate cry of pain from Sorren as the stallion lifted his head and tilted it in the direction of Gyro's beak, trying to take the strain and stinging pressure off his ear. "Owowowow," he said in a tense, somewhat pitched voice. Lucky for Sorren, it seemed, the pain in his ear was so much of a distraction that he didn't notice that he was being penetrated until the tip of Gyro's cock was well inside his pucker. Nonetheless, he felt it after a couple of moments, then let out a sharp exhale, tensing on instinct and squeezing the hell out of Gyro's member. "Let up," he said in a sort of whiny hiss.

22:47 GyroFeather lets the ear fall from his beak as the tight tensing draws a gasp from him. He certainly was not going to take orders from the pony though, and rather than pull out, he pushes further in, feeling the warm flesh of his bowels slowly spreading around the growing tip. The bird's shaft steadily grows more girthy the deeper he sinks, spreading the tailhole far wider than it'd been at the get go. "Ooooh~ So tight~" He calls out, "Is this your first time taking it? A cute little thing like you deserves a bird on top of them all the time~" Finally the base of his throbbing knot comes to rest against the tight sphincter. The gryphon presses hard, trying to force itin, but finding it far more difficult now. "Just try and enjoy yourself, I know I am~"

22:52 Sorren started to pant, sweat forming on his brow as he felt his hole go from slightly stretched to a lot more than slightly stretched. The uncomfortable sensation of being spread rose until it was more of a stinging pain in his rear and a burning of his sphincter as the bird's shaft grew wider the nearer it drew to the base, and with the penetration came a deep, internal sense of pressure and violation that felt both strange and erotic at the same time. Sorren shuddered again, the hoof that was holding the throttle trembling as he took sharp, steadying breath, eyes clenched shut against the stinging that seemed to be slowly fading.

While it wasn't his first time taking it, it was his first time taking it in a long time, which was pretty much the same thing, though, he wasn't gonna humor Gyro with an answer. Then he felt the knot against his hole, and the immediate, resulting pain and pressure of his trying incessantly to get into his hole. Sorren let out something of a cry, fighting for balance as he was pressed forward. The hoof he had pinned on the floor slipped some, and he fell up against the hot boiler, feeling the immediate discomfort of heat rising in against his chest and neck. Raising his hoof and pressing it against the boiler, he pressed himself back with a pained gasp, choosing to press into the hard cock behind him rather than the hot wall in front of him.

04:57 GyroFeather 's thick shaft ups up against the stallion's prosated as it slides in with some difficulty, but his half engorged knot, which strains at the tail hole, fails to slip in even under Sorren's pressure for the moment anyways. Finally the gryphon pulls his hips back, causing the tube to recede from the opening with a loud schlorp as a suction forms at the tip of his shaft. The stroke itself is quite exaggerated as part of in pulling back, the pegasus's force against the boiler causes him to slide backwards along with the retreat. Hot breath pants from the gryphon's beak, washing down over Sorren's ear and leaving little beads of condensation in the humidity. "Eager to have me inside you afterall are you?" The bird accuses lustfully. His weak arm seeks down beneath the stallion's belly towards his hips, runningover the slightly damp fur to feal for his warm sheath.

05:03 Sorren fought between however far which way he should be pushing for a second or two, and was only allowed release from the stress of the griffon's thick shaft stretching him wide when Gyro started to pull back. Sorren groaned in response, his body clenching some on the way out, making the griffon's withdrawl just a little harder. The Pegasus let out a rough exhale, followed with an unhappy growl at Gyro's words as he squeezed the throttle lever overhead, holding it just about as hard as he could manage. The taloned hand that slid around under his belly, running over his sweat-dampened coat found his sheathe, and Sorren gave a sudden start, worried that the griffon would threaten to squeeze that too. What Gyro would find is the very start of his blue shaft, coaxed out by the sensation of having his prostate assaulted. "The... better of two evils!" he said with a growl.

05:15 GyroFeather smirks as he finds exactly what he was searching for, an eager shaft poking free of the others furred sheath, and upon finding it he does far more than threaten to squeeze it. His scaled claw gently encircles the pulsing flesh in a tight, but not uncomfortable pressure. Upon finding his new hand hold, the gryphon grunts and pushes himself forward once more, finding a rush of pleasure as the tightly clenched tailhole slides around his shaft while the sensitive tip quests deeper up into the pegasus's bowels. A soft coo leaves his beak at the end of his stroke, though once again the bird's lower bulge fails to penetrate inside his little pony toy. "I don't think its evil if you're enjoying it as much as it feels like~ And do try to loosen up, it'll make things easier on you when I finally get this knot it."

05:19 Sorren can't help but groan. Talons felt exotic, and that was pretty cool. His shaft was growing, slowly, very slowly, as if the stallion himself was fighting any sort of arousal. As Gyro pushed back in, Sorren went stiff as a board and let out a discomforted groan, arching his back a little before gasping as that knot pressed between his cheeks once more, applying a stinging pressure to his hole that didn't really seem to retreat. "No way are you getting that fucking thing in," he gasped through closed teeth, eyes shut as well. Was he enjoying this? Honestly, he wasn't sure, but his insides were tight, and his hole was squeezing the griffon's dick like no other. Despite the heat, Sorren's boy gave a powerful shiver.

05:30 GyroFeather beads pre deep inside of the stallion's rump, adding a new fluid to the saliva slickened flesh while his shaft quivers inside. "Oh I will, and it will feel like the most marvelous thing you've ever felt~" He coos. The bird then pulls back once more and falls into a steady pace inside the stallion with each thrust accompanied with a loud squelch. The sensations bring a shudder that rushes through his body with each thrust. His warm breath comes out in rapid bursts as he pants quickly. For Sorren's sake his claw moves in time with the gryphon's motions, stroking up and down over the pony's twitching cock. His eyes fall shut as he focuses on the sensations of the motions, the warm sweaty body of the stallion sliding beneath his fur, soft wet noises of his shaft movinging and out of the tail hole, the wonderful tightness of the pony squeezing over his shaft and the pressure building inside of him.

05:42 Sorren snorted. "I don't know. I've felt some... pretty <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">fuckin'</i> marvelous things before," he spit out, his voice somewhere between aggravation and pouting. "Might be hard to top." The pull back earned a jolt, though things seemed to fall into a rhythm after that, and lucky for Sorren, rhythms made things easier to get used to. The blue Pegasus found himself panting as Gyro thrust in and out of him, face a little bit red as he heavily supported himself by hanging from the throttle lever. All the while, the train thundered on. Being so close to the boiler, he could feel sweat forming on his brow, and even more on his belly and inner thighs as Gyro thrust in and out of him, that knot slapping his cheeks and bottoming out against his hole with each heavy thrust. The stroking to his cock was cruel, in a sense. It had managed to get him semi-stiff, but it wasn't like Sorren was actually going to get an orgasm unless some sort of a miracle came along, so all it did was put him on a frustrating brink of pleasure.

This certainly wasn't how he planned for his day to go. Hijacked and raped in the same day, and by some candy-colored griffon.

05:55 GyroFeather could feel himself drawing ever closer to his own orgasm however, and now that he was so close, his free talon which had been supporting him grasps upon Sorren's shoulder and pushes back towards the knot. The gryphon grunts hard during the next thrust, pushing far harder than he had before, and continuing to push on even as his knot bottoms out against the other's sphincter. The gryphon feels an almost painful squeezing as it forces its way in, and then with a pop, the knot slips all the way inside providing a snug fit and putting an extreme amount of pressure on his partner's prostate. The gryphon wiggles his hips around, causing the tip to drag on the flesh inside just enough, and then he's there.

His knot flares even thicker still, providing his partner with an incredible sense of fullness. The bird's entire body quivers as his muscles tense up, including the claw which squeezes a little tighter upon the shaft. A loud feral "Piaow" leaves the gryphon's beak like some exotic bird as pleasure rushes through him. Thick white seed begins to spurt from his shaft, flooding up into the insides of the pony, painting his bowels with the sticky substance.

06:03 Sorren was taken a little bit by surprise at the sudden shift of Gryo's talon to his shoulder, and could only guess what was coming next. Of course, his guess was right, and Sorren let out a yowl of pain as he was wrenched backwards into the griffon's next thrust, that knot slapping home between his cheeks and then immediately pushing with relentless force, his hole stinging sharply for a second before just plain <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">burning</i> as the pressure increased further. He clenched, gasped in pain, then released, and it was at that very moment that the thick knot popped into him with an immediate, and shocking sense of fullness to the point that it just felt <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">wrong.</i> Sorren's entire body trembled, and he threw his head back, letting out a shuddery groan of discomfort as his cock twitched between his legs, pre drooling from the head from stimulation alone.

As if it wasn't already big enough, Sorren felt it swell even more, and let out a another one of those groans, eyes rolling up in his head as the feeling of that knot swelling inside him left him simply stuffed. He felt a new heat as well, and a deeper sense of violation as the griffon's seed poured into him, earning another shiver as the blue stallion folded his ears flat to his head and tilted it down and forward. He really wasn't sure there was any <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">right</i> way of reacting to this.

06:13 GyroFeather pumps more and more hot seed into his rump with each passing second, though with the knot sealing off the exit, the only way the fluids could flow was deeper into the stallion. That sense of violation would soon grow into a pit of it as the base of his abdomen swells heavy with a new pool of seed. The gryphon's orgasm seems to last a very long minute, before finally the bird goes slack on top of his compantion, slumping down onto his back while exhausted breaths laves his beak to burrow down into the other's neck fur. His claw falls away from the twitching shaft beneath him as it too relaxes. The only thing that doesn't seem to relax is the thick knot which has clearly left the two tied together. Meanwhile, the gryphon is riding the warm glow of his post orgasmic high. "Ooooh that was lovely~ Its a shame you didn't get into it as much...You should have enjoyed losing your gryphon virginity."
[7/9/2017 7:35:56 AM] <GyroFeather>(Hmmm?
[7/9/2017 7:41:00 AM] -*- Sorren was a panting, shaking, somewhat groaning mess. He could feel every resulting shot of that hot griffon seed filling his bowls, bloating him, filling him to the point that he felt swollen and wildly uncomfortable. That heat spread through his gut, pervading him with an overall sense of fullness and warmth. Under a normal situation, Sorren may have enjoyed losing his 'griffon virginity,' and in some twisted way, he might have even been getting a kick out of it now, but all of that was generally overwhelmed by a sense of frustration and the giddy anxiety of his situation. He was, after all, being held captive by a large griffon who had just shown that he was willing to casually commit an act of rape.

As Sorren was left panting, holding himself away from the firebox with two strong, but shaking forehooves, he grit his teeth, sweat rolling down the side of his face. "Yeah," he grunted, the sound escaping him. "I <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">should</i> have."
[7/9/2017 7:51:42 AM] -*- GyroFeather has a slightly glazed over expression as he continues to breathe deeply while on top of Sorren. "Well, no pleasing somefolks I guess," he comments with a frown and then scoots backwards. There's a tug on Sorren's tail hole as he slides a little further from the furnace, dragged by the thick knot that has them linked. The bird leans up and glances out of the window to watch the tracks. "So...how long till we reach that junction anyways? It should be soon right?" Gyro was rather nonchalant about the whole ordeal of course, as by the time he was done with him, there would be nothing left to talk about what had gone on. HIs stomach gives a low growl now, interrupting the feelings he had been enjoying only a couple moments before while his feeling subside. "Anyways, you should just relax, you and I will be together for a good 5 to 10 minutes, giving my seed plenty of time to congeal, before I pull out."
[7/9/2017 7:58:04 AM] -*- Sorren was starting to get his breathing back under control, though he was still shaking like a leaf in the griffon's strong hold. As Gyro stepped back, Sorren bit his lip, then let out something between a groan and a growl as that knot pulled him backwards with the griffon. Sorren <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">knew</i> that it had been much smaller going in than it was now, and he knew enough about griffon anatomy to know that it wasn't coming out for a bit, as was enforced by the Gyro's next comment.

Sorren could feel himself calming down some. He was still livid, but it was on the inside. "I don't know," he said with a huff. "I kind of lost track of time. I'm sure you can understand." He wiggled a little, gasped, grunted, then went limp in Gyro's grasp. "Great, you got plenty of time to finish stroking my dick. You fucking <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">nailed</i> my prostate, asshole."
[7/9/2017 8:11:14 AM] -*- GyroFeather looks down at the throbbing shaft before him, and rolls his eyes at the stallion before reaching a claw forward and slowly dragging it along the thick barrel of the other's length. "WHat was that now? And here I thought you didn't enjoy getting rutted by a big strong gryphon such as myself. Knowing that, I'm snot sure if I'm amenable to helping out your little problem here. Besides, as you said, its a bit distracting from your duties. Wouldn't want to wreck anything," Gyro responds in a light lilting voice before removing his talon. "But hey, if you really do enjoy being iflled that much, I'm sure you can help yourself."
[7/9/2017 8:14:27 AM] -*- Sorren growled and arched his head back, pressing the top of his head into Gryo's neck as he shifted uncomfortably, his whole hind end shivering because of that damn claw as it ran up his shaft, tickling over his medial ring and each vein on its way to the tip. "Oh come the fuck on," he said with a huff and a little bit of a whine. "It doesn't matter if you want it or not. It still <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">feels</i> good." He shuddered again, then huffed, eyes glancing briefly over the gauges and controls on the wall. "Boiler pressure is good, holding, level is fine. Temperature is managed by the blower and the screw." He gave his hips a small roll, tensed squeezed the hell out of Gyro's dick, then gave a soft pull on it. "And you know hooves fucking suck for that."
[7/9/2017 8:23:40 AM] -*- GyroFeather 's soft feathers flex beneath the pressure of the stallion's head, leaving an uncomfortable pressure on his neck before Gyro pulls back. He then gives another stroke of the sensitive barrel with his claw, this time curling his digits around it to form a sleeve. He can feel the pony's heartbeat with each throb of the vein, and as he reaches the medial right, he pulls on past it, maintaining the same pressure. Upon reaching the flared tip a second time, he cant help but get some of the slick pre onto his talons, which he then smears over them with a thumb. "Sooooo, what you're telling me is that you think gryphons are better than ponies?~"
[7/9/2017 8:28:29 AM] -*- Sorren wasn't quite sure if the griffon was going to do it, but considering how shitty his situation was... Sorren really didn't mind getting off right about now, and with an uncomfortably swollen gut and a certain... pressure remaining on his prostate, he was sure that it wouldn't be all too difficult. Hey, why not get a little out of this as well?

The stroke caused a flex from the stallion's cock, the motion stopped by the claws around his shaft, and Sorren's wings gave a little twitch against his back. Gyro's question caused his ears to perk, and he lowered his head some, glancing down briefly before looking back to the controls and giving a slow, somewhat awkward shrug, considering he was still rather... constricted. "I'd say... in a normal circumstance," he seemed to put emphasis on the word normal. "...yes." He shut his eyes and chewed the corner of his lip some as he felt those dangerous claws doing what no hoof could, and his cock gave a strong pulse and a twitch in Gyro's grasp, pre drooling from the head in a thin, but nearly constant strand, a little more coming with each needy throb.

Really, it didn't seem the Pegasus would need much to get off.
[7/9/2017 8:38:24 AM] -*- GyroFeather seemed rather contented with that response, nodding his head in turn with a smug look on his face. That the pony did not have much of another option than to give such a response was of course, not lost on him, but regardless, it felt good to hear his mark admitting such. "Fine, I suppose I can offer you this one courtesy, but if you somehow crash this train because you're distracted, so help me..." He punctuates that sentence with a growl.

The bird then begins to stroke back down the shaft, using the his pre to keep the motions smooth, sliding between fur, around flesh, and against the warm metal fo the train floor. The textured scales that dot his claws rub against the member, imparting a pleasant friction, which becomes faster with each stroke, as he did not feel much like drawing it out.
[7/9/2017 8:42:20 AM] -*- Sorren narrows his eyes. "Like fucking me <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">wasn't</i> a distraction," he shot back, a little heat to his tone, heat that quickly faded into something of a breathy shudder as those talons stroked back down his shaft. That hand went back up, and Gyro earned another throb, and more drooling pre. Sorren bit his lip a little harder and groaned, giving a bit of a wiggle in the griffon's strong grasp, wings flexing restlessly against Gyro's belly.

He was getting a consensual handjob from a griffon who had just raped him. This was... something.

Sorren shuddered and lightly rolled his hips, and already, his head was flaring, his cock swelling a little thicker with each resulting pulse. He was already about to roll over into an orgasm! Really, Sorren had been right there on the edge.
[7/9/2017 8:50:51 AM] -*- GyroFeather squeezes his talons enough to dig into the flesh with a painful prick at that comment, but as the stallion mellows out once more, the gryphon relaxes and falls back into the rapid stroking motions. Despite himself, he still finds some pleasure in the steady grow of arousal and need that his reluctant partner revealed with each powerful throb of the veins and spurt of pre that came from the tip. Within him, the swollen knot transmitted more of the stallion's heartbeat, especially when it pushed deeper into the prostrate from the motions of Sorren's hips. "You're rather enjoying this for someone who only a couple minutes ago wanted nothing to do with me."
[7/9/2017 8:56:19 AM] -*- Sorren felt his orgasm rolling towards him, and while it wasn't the most... delectable of situations, it was still an orgasm, and Sorren spent the last two or three seconds before it hit him going as stiff as a board. He gave his hips a couple hard rolls, jaw falling open as the motions not only helped with the stroking to his shaft, but ground that oversized knot against his insides. And then for that moment, Sorren forgot that he was being held hostage. His head finished flaring, and his entire cock pulsed. Gyro would likely be able to <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">feel</i> the first surge of cum as it pulsed down the stallion's cock, shooting rather violently from the tip to spatter against the boiler wall in front of them. The second was nearly double the size, but only lobbed about a foot before arcing down to splatter against the floor. The third was even more than the second, but only traveled about six inches, and the fourth was little more than a gush of cum that lazily rushed from the tip, spilling down the bottom of Sorren's shaft and over Gryo's stroking hand. The blue stallion's wings trembled and shook, trying to unfurl against gyro's belly, and Sorren gave a few more jerks of his hips, tilting his head back once more and pressing it into Gyro's neck as he rode out a well-needed orgasm.
[7/9/2017 9:05:35 AM] -*- GyroFeather pulls his talon away as he feels the first spurt forcing its way up the shaft with a series of powerful contractions, not wanting to get any of the messy fluids on him. The first thing he notices as the stallion begins is the smell of burning organics rising up from the sides of the boiler as the new splash of cum sizzles along the surface. A foul smoke rises from it. He hasn't pulled his hand back far enough though, it seemed, as another drizzle of cum rolls over his claw and drizzles down onto the floor. Cursing to himself the gryphon wipes the mess onto one of the now open wings. Gyro's hips give a quick pop, and the knot slides free while a fiant drizzle of cum comes from the other's tail hole.

RIsing to his feet, gyro offers the stallion a sharp prod of a digit once he's well finished. "Now, get up and finish getting us to the junction without crashing this damn train."
[7/9/2017 9:10:58 AM] -*- Sorren was only just coming down from his high, his dick still shooting and drooling seed when he felt that knot pop out of him. It was enough to earn a sharp yelp and a stagger forward from the stallion, a hoof falling forward to catch himself before he hit the boiler. And... so that's what burning cum smelled like...

Sorren was still panting, and still recovering his wits when the griffon behind him spoke, and he replied with a small groan, slowly lifting his head to glance out the window before grabbing for the throttle with a clumsy half-lunge. "Okay, okay... fuck," he said with a wave of his other hoof. The engine was already slowing, as the blue stallion grabbed a brass handle to ease on the brakes, there was a bit of a forward lurch, one Sorren braced pre-emptively for. "Let a stallion enjoy his rape-orgasm you fucking bird."
[7/9/2017 9:19:14 AM] -*- GyroFeather clicks several times in disproval as he watches the stallion work, unaware of exactly what he was doing and what he was so frantic about. Before he could muster up a response, the suddenly lurch catches the unaware and in prepared bird of guard. Rather comically the gryphon falls forward from the jolt, and not even his flaring wings can save him as they beat against the meatal walls of the vehicle before he faceplants.

Shaking himself off he looks up at the pony with a glare in his eyes. "You did that on purpose." The gryphon looks rather displeased as he pulls himself back up to his feet once again. "And anyways, you're lucky I gave you one, given that you couldn't manage to finish on your own."
[7/9/2017 9:24:43 AM] -*- Sorren actually <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">hadn't</i> done it on purpose, but he sure as shit was glad it happened. Sorren's only response to the bird flopping rather comically down on the floor was a small look back over his shoulder. "Hang on," he said flatly, frustrated enough to actually be able to keep a straight face while saying it, rather than cracking up.

He eased the handle forward a little bit more, slowing the engine even more. He could see the signal box up ahead, signifying the changed points. It seemed that the griffon's crew was all over the situation. It was a good thing he was slowing the train, otherwise it would have crashed through the switches and rolled. "I could have done it on my own," he said with another look backwards. "I just had you do it cause those talons are pretty nice." Gravity still had a nearly constant pull forward as the engine slowed, and as it rolled onto the points, there was a quick pull to the left, then the right, then Sorren gave that brake lever another tug, which resulted in another small lurch.

Honestly, he could have brought the train in in a much nicer fashion, but he was beyond caring at this point, considering he had cum dripping from his shrinking cock <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">and</i> his stretched hole.
[7/9/2017 9:31:52 AM] <GyroFeather>(Bah...I'm getting a headache...)

20:22 < GyroFeather> (bbboooop!

20:22 < GyroFeather> (it be my post though

20:32 GyroFeather snorts at the stallion and shakes his head indignantly. He curses as he feels the train lurch once more, but this time he's prepared and does not topple straight to the ground. The gryphon feels the train beginning to make the corner and then frowns for a minute. "I don't remember how far to go till we met them..." he comments, staring out the forward window. His mind flips back to what they had told him though, and is reminded that if he takes it slow, he should be able to finish from here.

The gryphon steps forward and begins to tower behind the stallion once again, casting a shadow down that appears on the console. "Do you know how far it is till the mountain?"

20:35 Sorren was just settling in when the shadow of the bird looming over him drew his eye. He tensed briefly, then sat back and turned halfway to look back and up at the creature looming over him. Sorren frowned at the question, not entirely sure of it's intent, though after a moment of contemplation, he leaned over enough to peer out the forward window, then gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "Dozen miles or so. I don't know, fifteen minutes at speed usually." He turned to look back up at Gyro. "Not that you'll be able to climb it in this beast."

20:42 GyroFeather nods his head at the question and then grins widely at the pony and licks his beak. "Oh good, I think that gives us plenty of time for us to get to know each other a little bit better. And don't worry, I don't think we'll have to deal with climbing. We'll be pulling into that partially finished tunnel," he explains, swishing his tail behind him. The gryphon takes a deep inhale of the stallion's scent and his belly grumbles quietly. "I don't suppose you're up for a round two, are you horse?"

20:45 Sorren deadpanned some and let up on the brake at the mention of pulling into a tunnel up ahead, one that had been started dozens of years ago and never completed--run short on funding. He really didn't like the sound of getting acquainted with the griffon before him, especially considering the context of the situation.

Groaning some, he turned once more to look back at Gyro, then quirked a brow at the sound of the griffon's stomach rumbling. "Do you suppose I would be?" he asked with somewhat of a drawl. "Something tells me I won't be getting another orgasm."

20:51 GyroFeather snorts at him and runs a talon up underneath he pony's head to make him meet his eyes. He deliberately touches some of the minor burns from the boiler to make his point. "Oh, well, I suppose that's just too bad, isn't it?" The expression transitons on his face to one of ferocity as the talon on his chin then moves to grasp tightly around his trachea. The digits dig into the flesh, drawing a hint of blood that mars his blight blue coat. He's only given an instant to react before the beak opens and darts forward in an attempt to force his muzzle deep into the hot throat before him.

20:55 Sorren kept that somewhat frustrated and bored look on his face as Gyro slid those dangerous talons up his front, though when they made contact with the burns, he winced a little and reeled back some. He wasn't expecting the sudden death grip on his neck to such an extent that he choked and let out a retching sound. He thrashed a bit, careful not to move to much for fear of further rupturing his skin. Both forehooves shot up to grasp at Gyro's wrist and try to pull it down. Considering he was already on guard, as Gyro lunged towards him, beak open, he gave a hard jerk of his head and threw his left hoof up in an attempt to block it.

21:04 GyroFeather feels his beak contact the hoof instead of the stallion's face, but still latches on tight. He runs his tongue over the frog of the hoof, slicking it up with his hot drool for the journey he's soon to take. While he's busy getting it well lubricated, the gryphon casts a glaring eye over towards the ducked head. The free talon moves to grab for the second hoof in order to raise that too towards his beak. A beak which darts forward on the hoof till it squelches down into the tight tunnel situated just beyond the edge of his maw.

21:07 Sorren expected to feel the sharp, piercing sting of the griffon's beak as it stabbed his hoof, instead he felt... a warm tongue molesting the underside of it. Sorren gave a firm tug on it, though he was stuck fast, and he even let out a strained sound of protest as he leaned back to try and pull away. "What the fuck!?" he shouted, more surprised than anything. He tried to keep his other hoof away from Gyro's grasp by flailing it, though after a second of struggle, it was caught and yanked up towards the other with a gasp of pain from the Pegasus. Like the other, it was stuffed into Gryo's maw, and the Pegasus only then started to realize what was going on. "Ohhhohokay, no," he said with a nervous laugh and a shake of his head. "No fuckin' way. No. Knock that shit off. <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">No!"</i>

21:16 GyroFeather 's beak tooth slips neatly bewtween the divet of the thow hooves as they press together in his maw, leaving only the sharp edge of the biting into the flesh. As Sorren leans back, the gryphon steps forward, pinning the pony up againtst the warm metal of the conductor console. The warm fleshy sensation of his gullet creeps upwards over both of the hooves with each peristaltic roll of his gullet over the ensnared objects, which never lets up quite enough to let either of them free. The stale humid breath of the bird blasts down over Sorren's muzzle now the beak moves ever closer, gracing the stallion with a glance of the pink flesh that lines the beak each time it opens up to take more of his body inside.

21:20 Sorren was well aware of what was happening, though there was no way he could <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">believe</i> it. He shook his head hard from side to side, grunting as he was pinned back against the throttle lever, the cold steel handle digging into his back. Her jerked and wiggled and wiggled and jerked, wings snapping open and beating furiously at the air, molting a few feathers. "No <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">fucking</i> way!" he hollered, trying to pry his hooves apart, pull them back, anything, every tight clamp of that beak stinging like mad. He was already bleeding from the neck, bleeding from multiple little cuts the griffon had given him. "You need me... to drive this train!" he grunted out. "You can't just fucking--" He choked on a breath of Gyro's exhaled air, the scent hot and musky.

On a whim, he pulled down and tried to shove himself forward with a curl of his body and a powerful flap of his wings, hoping to possibly overbalance the much larger creature.

21:31 GyroFeather just about had the stallion's muzzle into his beak when he feels a powerful force from the stallion, which happens to force his meal much deeper into his maw. THe pony's head slides painfully against the back of his gullet and plunges him into darkness as the flesh forms like a cacoon around him. The sensation burns at the gryphon's throat as the dry fur catches against the walls, rendered soon far less slippery as the lubricating coating is rubbed off onto the fur. By the time the shove's full stroke is done, the Pegasus is shoulder deep in bird,with the edge of his beak coming to press its sharp surface hard against the stallion's wing shoulders.

Too Sorren's credit, he does offbalance the gryphon as the pressure against his throat becomes almost painful as he's forced backwards onto his rump. The bird groans as his tail is stretched out, the noise echoing all around the pony's now encased ears.

21:36 Sorren had feared that this very thing would happen, though he certainly hadn't been going anywhere in his current struggles, so it was a risk worth taking... even if it fucked him even more than he'd already been fucked before. Things went from light to dark in less than a second, and very suddenly he found himself in a hot, dark space, hot, pulsing walls all around him, his forehooves pinned tightly together halfway down Gyro's throat. "Fuckin..." he shouted, feeling a little breathless. The sudden shift of weight forward at least kept the throttle lever from digging into his back, though now that he had some room to pull backwards, he did, and hard. Wings battering the air as he thrashed and wiggled and pulled back with all of his might, lifting his left hind leg to jab it into Gyro's belly and push. "I am not!" he yelled into the throat before him. "Getting <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">eaten!"</i>

21:45 GyroFeather can hardly make out the muffled cries of the horse through his thick feathered gullet, which bulged quite shapely with the form of the pony's body. Gyro reacts about the same time as Sorren does, and draws his claws up underneath the wings to latch onto the small of the pony's back and hold him here. The wings beat at his body and the hooves dig into his belly painfully, the latter making his stomach lurch and sending a blast of the acrid stomach air into the pony's face. He holds on tight as Sorren beats his wings, and rather than getting knocked off, each time they fold on the down stroke, his beak creeps along a little further, steadily restricting their movement, until finally their folded to his side at awkward angles while the flesh at the edge of his beak clings tightly against the feathers.

22:10 < GyroFeather> (Ahh was just about to boop)

22:13 Sorren felt a sudden wash of dismay over his form as his escape attempt failed in it's entirety. He'd gotten himself in, but now that he was attempting to get out, the griffon had wisened up to his antics. He felt the sudden tight and forceful grasp of both talons near the base of either of his wings, and his response was a sharp cry of pain and a harsh jerk of his body, the strain the motion caused bringing forth a second cry. The blast of musky, acidic air over his face almost brought on a gag, though it didn't stop him from digging his hooves into the griffon's gut in a desperate attempt to halt his progress.

His wings were meant for flying, not fighting, and the heavy influence that Gyro applied to them folded the appendages painfully and sharply to his back. Rather than furling up the way they were meant to close, they were simply forced down to his sides at full span, and he wound up looking like a pigeon squeezed around the middle, longing for escape. "You fuck!" he shouted, feeling somewhat short on breath, especially when every inhale caused the bottom of the griffon's beak to auger into his sternum.

22:24 GyroFeather continues to slide his beak forward over the stallion, finding himself moving far more quickly now that the wings were pinned to their sides. He moves his claws down across the barrel to rest between the stallions hips before he grasps both and lifts up, pulling the hooves away from his belly while the beak raises high, removing the last pitiful thing the pony had to fight him with. Gravity aided him now as the stallion is drawn deeper inside till his muzzle comes to rest against a tight sphincter that forces him to begin to curl instead of continuing on. And yet, the gurgling and growling of the stomach seems to come from further up ahead. Gyro can taste the drizzle of the pony's cum on his belly now as the tip of the beak edges towards his flaccid sheath.

22:42 Sorren dreaded the feeling of those hooves tightening around his barrel, taking firm hold of him, those talons perfect for squeezing and lifting. Sorren let out a disdained cry as his hind legs were yanked off of Gyro's belly and gravity was rather suddenly and cruelly turned against him. All at once, he went from being kind of upside down, to completely inverted, the blood rushing to his head as the hot, slimy tube constricting him from all angles continued to pull him down. Then, his muzzle met resistance, and a moment of hope flashed through him before he realized just what it was. His hind legs kicked desperately, his hind end awash with cool air, starting to sweat nonetheless from the heat enveloping his upper half.

Sorren was no expert on griffon anatomy, but he knew this <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">wasn't</i> a stomach. It was too dry. Well, it wasn't <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">dry,</i> but he wasn't bathing. "You can't... drive... a train!" he sputtered out a second time.

22:52 GyroFeather gulps a couple more times till the rump slides in between his beak. With the hooves of no possible use now, he's free to rub over the bulge in the base of his neck with no worries. He pats Sorren a couple times on the head patronizingly at the comment, before his tongue slides up over the pony's shaft. The tip drags its slippery form over his taint and then dips against his tail hole. Here the bird rims it once more, tasting some of his own cum, before he uses the tongue to shove the rump back into his gullet. Gyro makes short work of the rest of the horse as he feels him coming to rest in an incredibly tight slippery sack. "I can pull a lever though," he says with a shrug.

23:00 Sorren finally gave up on his desperate squirming, realizing in some sort of dawning horror that nothing he could do at this point would change his fate. He went somewhat still as he felt his rump squeeze through the bird's beak, the uncomfortable scratch of it dragging over his coat, and the rather sudden tongue over his sack and taint caused a gasp and a groan. He was too upset to be aroused right now, but nonetheless, the sensation was infuriatingly stimulating. He jerked a bit, hind hooves kicking, giving a bit of a jerk in the bird's throat, enough to maybe bend his neck a little bit. Then came the horrendous feeling of his rump being <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">dragged</i> into that humid maw by a surprisingly powerful tongue. He groaned, shook his head, and did his best to stiffen his body even as he was forced to curl, his rump pushed down that throat by a series of powerful, tight constrictions as he was packed into more and more of a ball. Where the fuck was he? What was going on.

The bird's bloodflow sounded like a hurricane, whooshing in his ears alongside a thrumming heartbeat. "It's not that easy!" he barked, his voice not all too loud based on the fact that his lungs were somewhat constricted. He could feel his necklace clinging to his wet fur, stuck there through the surface adhesion of the liquid, and for a couple of moments he wondered how this could come of him with it on.

23:10 GyroFeather makes a pained groan as he feels the legs push out against his neck, causing the bulge to shift some as the skin stretches taut, but rather than bursting him, it gets forced back down. The gryphon was experienced at this, having had a couple ponies in the past. He's just about to respond when he sees a thing off in the distance rapidly approaching. There's a quick yelp and the gryphon lunges for the emergency break and pulls down on it. A ear wrenching scream fills the air as the metal break pads come down against the wheels of the train, working to grind it to a halt. The bird falls forward, coming down hard on Sorren as he braces, hoping that he pulled it fast enough. "I hope youre wrong..." he says in a gasping breath as he braces for impact.

23:16 Sorren was in fact, not wrong. Het let out a cry of surprise as gravity sudden shifted, again, wanting to pull him forward, and considering his current position, seeming to squash him even more in the tight sac that was currently doing it's very best to squeeze the air out of him. He heard the squeal of the wheels, though even from inside, knew somewhat well that Gyro had missed a very important step.

His thoughts were cut off as the bird fell on him, and a rather brittle <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">snap</i> sounded from the bird's crop as Sorren's left wing snapped at the joint, accompanied with a screech cry of pain and a hard thrash from within.

Gyro, however, while having pulled what he assumed was the emergency brake, hadn't realized that the obnoxious red handle was little more than the engine friction brake, almost obsolete in modern locomotive standards. The golden, horizontal handle beside it, the one that cut off the air supply to the brakes on the cars behind the locomotive, remained untouched, as did the throttle, which was still set to about half, still powering the wheels that the brake pads were pushing down upon. In terms of energy displacement, what Gyro had done was slightly more effective than getting out in front of the train and digging his feet into the gravel.

23:19 < GyroFeather> (Hmm do you work tomorrow?

22:17 GyroFeather gets back up to his feet with a groan and then lets out a loud scream of terror as he notices that the train is not slowing down fast enough. His eyes dart around the control panel, looking for something to help slow the blasted thing down. "WHat do I do, what do I do?!" The gryphon shouts as his heart pounds in his chest He looks out the window and considers bailing out, even though that would certainly just delay his death till his contacts caught up with him. The unicorn's eyes fall upon the bright golden handle and figuring there was nothing else...he through that as well, and heard a horrible screech as the rest of the train's break pads clamp down on the steel wheels. The engine still raged on at half power, but it things began to slow down even faster. Gyro flips a couple more buttons at random now, desperately searching for a way to stop the train.

22:34 Sorren certainly wasn't about to tell him what to do. He knew what came past this point, and there was no way he was going to save this predator just for him to kill him anyways. No if they went, they went together. He heared the cry of terror from the bird, and while Sorren felt his own terror, it was most certainly laced with satisfaction. The Pegasus stayed quiet, and instead, wiggled and kicked and did his very best to straighten his body out despite the fact that he was curled into a horribly uncomfortable ball. Even though everything was muffled, he could still hear the squeal of the brake pads on the cars behind lighting up, though the engine was still under full power. It was slowing now, though it certainly wouldn't stop in time to not hit whatever was ahead. It would slow it down a lot, but there was no way it was stopping without an <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">experienced engineer to guide it.</i> But karma was a little bit of a bitch.

Sorren caught brief glimpses of light as his necklace gave off a pulsing glow, lighting up his slimy coat for a quarter of a second in two-second intervals. It was enough to still the Pegasus for a moment as he stared down in curiosity.

One of the buttons gyro hit started up the bell, and the next the sanding gear, helping the engine both pull and slow the same time as the rails ground flat spots into the wheels. The gauges danced and rose, some climbing into the red as the steam blowoff valve started to violently hiss.

22:44 GyroFeather clenches his beak and watches as the mountain looms up ahead. Maybe the train was going to stop enough that it wouldn't damage the precious cargo? Still...He was pretty sure if he stayed on this train, they both would die. The gryphon makes his way over to the door, flings it open, and then jumps, flaring his wings. The gryphon winces as he's jolted when his wings catch the air, with the strain making him hiss while his feathers snap. He probably could have done this just fine without such a heavy lump in his neck, but Sorren's body was making it difficult. Gyro tumbles through the air a couple times, sloshing his prey around some, ebfore he manages to land heavily along the ground as the train rushes by them, steadily slowing. "Well...I...Hope they're not too mad at me..." He says with a frow, patting at the bulge. He had butterflies in his stomach now from nervousness, while the slippery muscles clenched and rolled over his imminent meal. "We're not dead at least."

22:55 Sorren was still in a relative state of confusion as to just <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">where he was.</i> He was trying his best to recall griffon anatomy. This wasn't a stomach, and it wasn't a throat. Of course, it was a <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">crop.</i>

He... wasn't entirely sure if that was better or worse, though he had no more time to contemplate that, because the next, gravity was being a bitch, and he let out a cry of discomfort as he was thrashed around, his head forced up and into the fleshy walls around him as he was jostled and jerked.

The cargo <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">would</i> survive, but the engine wouldn't. The screaming engine went roaring into the tunnel, brake pads aflame, and car after car followed it before a deep sound of impact registered and the whole train literally <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">jolted</i> to a stop. The sound of crunching steel echoed from the tunnel entrance, then came a rush of dust and steam.

Poor Sorren was battered, slimy, and overheating. He was sure he was sweating from the overwhelming humidity and temperature inside the other creature, though he couldn't tell it apart from the slime and it just left him in a somewhat soaking mess.

"We're," he yelled in a tense voice, starting to get a pit panicked. "Fuckin... spit me up!"

23:02 GyroFeather feels the ground shake beneath him as the train comes to a crunching, steel screaming stop as it reaches the end of the unfinished tunnel. He crosses his talons that there's not a landslide and then begins to make his way towards the entrance, hoping to find that the others were satisfied enough with his job. He pauses for a moment though, and opens up a couple snack cakes from his bag and scarfs them down. The thick sweet bolas splats into SOrren's coat, which then quickly gets smeared over the rest of it as the walls of the crop knead the treat against him. "What was that? You're tired of being in my crop?" He asks, before caressing the lump Sorren's head made in his throat with a talon.

23:07 Sorren felt the impact even through the others' body, and it was enough to make him wince. How would he explain that? ...No really, <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">how</i> would he explain that? He was going to die! He gave another series of short, desperate wiggles, his wings pinned awkwardly and uncomfortably to his back. Every shift of gryo walking sent him swaying one way or the other, making it hard to keep his bearings.

Insult came to injury when something sickly sweet started to coat him in bits and pieces, he growled, gave a hard kick and a reverse curl of his powerful form, then roughly grit his teeth back and forth. "Could you fuckin not!" he hollered.

He heard the question, and Sorren knew what it meant. He wasn't a dumb horse. He knew what the lead-up to that question was, and it caused him to go stiff. He growled, shutting his eyes as he felt those stiff talons wrapping around his head from the outside. "Don't you dare. Don't you <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">fucking</i> dare."

23:14 GyroFeather winces hard from the kick, and coughs a couple times, clearly having felt it in his chest, though he certainly wasn't the first pony he's eaten. At the response to the question, he merely shrugs at the stallion's response and replies with, "Well, I don't remember the last time I actually took my food's advice anyways." With that, the gryphon closes his eyes and concentrates on the muscles in his crop. The bottom begins to expand and drop out, giving the horse more space for him to move into, while the top of the sack gently squeezed on his rump, forcing him down past that sphincter.
There's only a short distance he travels, but as soon as the tight ring gives, the stallion is greeted with the harsh smell of bile, acrid and stinging, that's way worse than what he'd gotten used to in the crop. Worse still, his flickering necklace illuminates the walls of the stomach and reveals to him small rimming of juices that pooled at the bottom of the quivering chamber.

23:18 Sorren felt the internal shift and went even stiffer still, if that was possible. He tried to wedge his body as well as he could in Gyro's crop by locking the muscles in his core and pressing hard and firmly back against the squishy wall behind him with his elbows and neck. It was sort like attempting to powerlift. He was making himself the largest and most slid object he could manage, though the slippery walls weren't doing him any favors and he certainly didn't have much leverage.

"I said... don't you <i raw_pre="_" raw_post="_">fucking...</i> dare!" he gruffed out between heavy grunts of effort. He was too worried, and too afraid to look down for the time being.

23:30 GyroFeather brings his claws down to push at the rather stiff bulge while the bird grunts from the effort, a loud noise that echoes in the stallion's ears above the rest of the organic sounds that surround him. Fortunately his body had had plenty of uncooperative meals before, and with some effort, begins to deposit the stallion into his gut. He feels the lump disappear beneath his chest bone, before its form steadily reappears on his gut. As Sorren descends, his muzzle presses into those juices that sting the inside of his nose, but the rest of him seems for the moment to be immune to the effects, though this is certainly because he hasn't stewed there long enough.

23:47 < GyroFeather> (boop_

23:48 Sorren was appalled that, despite his very best efforts, he was still losing ground, and he found his head the first thing to slip down through that tight ring before anything else did. He let out a cry of disdain as he took the plunge, then went face-first into a pool of shit that he didn't really want to think about. A lot of the fight left him then, simply because staying stiff as a board really wouldn't save him. He came up coughing, gagging, thrashing a little bit as he wiggled his shoulders enough to get his head above the pool. His right forehoof, which was still relatively dry, swept across his face, trying to clear his eyes of the caustic liquid despite the fact that he could already feel it tingling in his nose. "I-I'm warning you!" he stammered. "If you eat me, you're gonna get my bad luck!"

23:55 GyroFeather opens his beak to comment on that, but after a second closes it again. He really couldn't argue that the stallion seemed to have had a string of bad luck, driving the train and then getting caught up with him. Finally he responds after a couple long seconds. "Well...I suppose at least this means that this is the end of your bad luck. Cant get any worse from here now, can it?" Gyro begins to cheep a happy little tune as he makes his way into the tunnel, searching for the ones who he'd been leading the train for. He can hear noises up ahead, though they certainly did not sound too happy. As gyro moves, his belly sloshes around, making the stallion in his belly tumble, while the gentle massaging squeezes ensure that the juices splash over most of his form. The stimulation against his stomach lining causes the stomach juices to rise up around his form steadily.

00:03 Sorren let out a harsh laugh, more of a croak as Gyro's words, despite his dire situation. "Hah, hah fuck!" he thrashed and kicked as his hind end slid further, then het let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a yell of frustration. "Not for me!" His necklace pulsed again, lighting the walls around them, the liquid seeping from the walls and the way it was sinking into his coat, the way his fur was already starting to look a little thin around where it was soaking through. He was forced further, and before he knew it he was once again packed into a ball, this one a little less uncomfortable, though much more terrifying. Sorren felt his wings twitching and flicking, felt his nose itching painfully and the flesh around every orifice start to sting. He could feel the liquid rising around him, and a short series of desperate thrashings managed to keep his head above the surface. The last thing he wanted to do was drown.

"I mean it!" he yelled after a moment. "Let me out. I can't fucking go out like this!"

00:12 GyroFeather finds the thrashing much more comfortable within his belly than it had been within his crop, where now it was akin more to a hard massage, though occasionally the stallion struck a nerve. Gyro didn't want his meal to drown either, and so guzzles down a couple gulps of air, increasing Sorren's cushion and expanding his belly out a little further. "Don't worry little pony, I'll let you out, in a couple of hours or so. I cant really control what goes on past my crop."

THe deeper into the cave he got, the more he could hear the noises of the ponies within, and they sounded fairly upset. He feels a sinking of his chest, and then steps out into the area they had lit up with torches.
"Hey guys, I got the train for you. Good thing we intended to load it up into carriages anyways right?" The gryphon gives a little chuckle and then adds, "The train driver was uncooperative, and wouldn't stop the train...I did the best I could but that's what I could manage."
He looks around, and the other birds look none too pleased with him.

00:14 Sorren was left with little more than dread of his impending doom. This griffon was an idiot, a smug idiot who had no fucking idea what he was doing. Being ended in such a way was more insulting than he could imagine. Another pulse from his necklace lit up his lower half, still blue, but there was a lot more liquid floating in the soup. He groaned and tried to take deep, calming breaths, but the air was enough to gag on.

He jerked as Gyro came to a slop, slapping up against the front of his stomach and letting out a grunt of pain. Though he heard the griffon speak clear as day, and he was lying.

"Fucking bullshit!" Sorren belted at the top of his lungs, giving a hard couple of kicks. "You fuckin' ate me before I could!"

00:30 GyroFeather clenches his beak and then balls his talon up ont a fist, before hitting his belly hard. "Horses huh? They'll say anything if they think it'll get them free. Anyways as I said, this was as good as I could manage. Turns out there's more than just that lever you mentioned to stop one of these things." Gyro tenses up, including his belly which contracts around the stallion as he hears himself being berated, though it seems that they weren't going to kill him after all, just that they were merely going to cut him out of his cut, save for what it took to pay his debts. Begrudgingly the gryphon accepts, thankful at least, to have escaped with his life as he begins to help load up the carts.

Inside though, Sorren certainly would not be having a good time. He was now closer to the gryphon's core than he had been in his crop, and the physical activity his predator was now doing was aiding in heating up the chamber. The stomach walls pull at his loosened fur, causing it to pull free of his flesh to float among the deepening pool.
[8:41:00] [22.09.18] -*- Sorren was starting to succumb to panic in the dark. He wheezed sharp breaths in and out through his teeth, forced into an even tighter ball that sent his spine aching. He shook with adrenaline and a rising, stinging pain over his coat. His necklace would pulse every ten seconds or so, a gentle, wan blue light illuminating the abrasive and slick insides of the griffon, each time showing things to be a little more dire. Sorren felt fur start to slough off. One flash of light, a few blue strands hovered in the murky fluid that only seemed to be rising. In the next, there was more, and in the next, Sorren's lower half was more pink than blue. The pegasus let out somewhat of a howl and attempted to straighten his body out, possibly even creating quite a discomfort for the griffon as Sorren flared his wings as firmly as he could, fought to uncurl with his core strength, and pressed outwards with his forehooves.
[8:54:00] [22.09.18] -*- GyroFeather was in the middle of loading up a heavy bundle of gold when SOrren really started thrashing around inside of him. The bulges that grow around inside of his belly press out against the load he's carrying and work to shift his balance around. The bird stumbles a couple of times and then after a really good flare of the wings inside, he tumbles forward onto the ground , dropping his load with a crash and letting his bagged goods scatter across the ground. He frowns and blushes up at his accomplishes and sluggishly starts to compile everything together.

"Ugh...quit that...you're going to get us both killed," He growls, slamming a talon down on his belly. Down inside, if sorren were to get a view of his tailhole, or his shaft, he'd find that they've dissolved beyond that of the skin, revealing the deep red flesh beneath. The chyme is starting to thicken too, not just with the loose floating bits of fur, but as protien and fat degenerates into a thick slurry. Each movement is enough to send him tumbling around inside of the bird, helping to ensure that he's well mixed with everything.

09:01 Sorren felt a cold sense of victory as he got the bird to fall, more of a 'fuck you' if anything, though the unfortunate side effect was he himself hitting the ground with a grunt of pain. Though pushing against the bird's insides was exhausting. It took almost all of his effort to push out, and the second he gave up it would suck him back in again and stuff him right back into that tight ball he had been restricted into before.

Things were starting to get bad, though. He couldn't keep himself upright, and he had taken to keeping his eyes shut, constantly trying to wipe his face with a forehoof to keep the thickening fluid away from his eyes, mouth, and nose. His ears were stinging, and everything below his middlesection was more or less on fire at this point. "Let me out!" Sorren half shouted, before immediately getting a talon slammed down on the side of his face, an unlucky strike that brought a cry of pain. Another blue flash revealed angry red skin and a soupy liquid rising up around him, one that was less like water and a little bit more like stew with every passing second.

Sorren felt a full-body tremble coming on. He shouted, then jerked one way, then the other. "Let me out!" he repeated, yelling this time, pain and fear in his voice, followed by a yell of exertion as he channeled all of his adrenaline-fueled panic into thrashing as hard as he possibly could, fur almost completely gone now, aside from around his shoulders and face, flesh reduced to angry red skin that was now beginning to flake, wings milting feathers in dozens at a time. Already, his eartips were shrinking, softer and more sensitive flesh failing.

09:13 GyroFeather squeezes his eyes shut when he feel sthe stallion gives another heavy thrash, this time managing to brace himself and keep his balance by flaring his wings out wide and preventing him from topping over yet another time, so that he doesnt earn the ire of the others he's helping out in their heist. After about half an hour, the bird heaves the final bag of loot into the hand cart and then sighs. Upon recieving the approval from the others, he goes to waddle on off to a place to finish with the pony. Claws click upon stone and slide over the earth as he heads off into one of the dark side tunnels.

All the while, his stomach squeezes around the desperate horse inside, who's cries fall on deaf ears to both the bird, and the ponies he was working for. Gyro makes sure to keep the air coming in and out with deep belches and swallows, deriving some sadistic pleasure form the situation his prey finds himself in. "You know we're all alone now? There's no one out here who will be able to help you get free. Soon enough all you'll be is a mound of bird shit, and a pellet on top, or perhaps beneath~" The acids in the stomach at this point have grown to where there's only a small pocket of free air for him to breath in, and the heat of the bird's exercise has left his core incredibly hot.

09:23 Sorren was slowing down. By the time Gyro had finished his work, Sorren had more or less expelled the entirety of his energy, and had been left a desperate, panting mess. The fluid around him had been steadily rising, as the space had been steadily restricting. One particularly hard press had earned a crackling pop from one of his wings as it snapped right at the joint, and a wail of agony from the pegasus, but even now he had passed the point that the pain didn't even matter anymore. He was in shock, his entire body on fire, the lower half reduced to what was likely frilly strands of muscle and bone as he thrashed weakly with his upper half. He couldn't feel anything below his middle. His head pressed upwards towards the narrow chasm of open space which provided the only breathable air. His ears were more or less gone, his cheeks had hollowed out with red, angry scarring on either side and there was little to no fur that remained on his face. His necklace flashed below the murky surface, revealing nothing but pinkish-brownish-bluish sludge, almost as thick as molasses.

Sorren opened his mouth to retort, but couldn't physically make sound for whatever reason, other than a frustrated and defeated half-yell of dissent, but he responded with a firm jerk and a weak thrash.

09:34 GyroFeather finds a spot on the side of the cave wehre rocks have caved in at just the right angle to make for a comfortable spot that fits his body just right. THere, the bird slowly eases himself back to lay against the rocks, resting his weary legs as Sorren's weight instead settles down upon his midsection. The gryphon lets out a low yawn and lays his head back against the rocks as his back crackles gently. There, the brid proceds to stroke over the lump in his gut, making a point to push down on Sorren's head to force him to submerge for ten to twenty seconds at a time. "MMmm..well I think this is the end of the journey for now, I need a good rest after all of that mess, and my body aches. I think you again for volunteering to hlep keep me sated~" He coos softly, which then transitions to a slow steady purr. His tail flicks back and forth, sweeping the ground as he relaxes.

Inside, of course, it was no where near as relaxing as what the gyrphon was experiencing, even if the goop around Sorren provides a soft cushion from the bird's movements. The juices have been attacking his eyelids and working past that soft flap of flesh to th eeyes beyond, blinding the poor stallion. As his ears fill with the acids, weak little eardrums rupture under the nature of the juices, leaving the horse blind and deaf. The only senses he has left are the awful taste and stench of the bile thats absolutely stomach churnning, and the sensation of the oily goop mashing against his body.

09:43 Sorren was exhausted. Dying certainly would have been terrifying, had he not already used up all of his terror twenty minutes ago. Now, in shock, suffering from major blood loss, and unable to feel a great deal of his body, Sorren felt himself start to get... sluggish. The sudden surprise and protest at having his head shoved under earned several seconds of weak thrashing from the half-dead pony that did nothing to hinder Gyro. When he was let up, he wheezed and gasped for breaking, hacking. He wasn't sure at what point he lost his ability to see, but he was acutely aware of the painful stinging in his ears and the slow fade of the rumbling, growling, gurgling around him as he went deaf in one ear, then the other. down he went, then up again. He yelled, but heard nothing, only feeling the vibration in his throat. He felt dizzy, tired. The third press was too much. He gave a kick, a thrash, a firm press upwards, and with that there was a brittle snap from something below the surface, and Sorren didn't come back up when Gyro released his head. It remained submerged as forehooves with the flesh removed clawed upwards in desperation, sloshing around, smacking against the sides of Gyro's stomach in a last series of desperate throes, followed by complete stillness.
[10:08:00] -*- GyroFeather laughs mirthfully as he feels the stallion reacting to his submerging with a desperate struggling, as if it was somehow going to save him from his fate, even though he was far too far gone at this point to be saved by any sort of magic. When, upon the third time, he notices the bulge fails to return to the top of his gut, he lets out a soft sigh of disapointment. Finally he closes his eyes and lets the rest of the air out all of a sudden. It rushes up through his esophagus up towards his beak with a loud earth rumbling base. Several feathers and a little bit of fur come up with it, splattering onto his swollen belly and letting him taste the stallion yet a second time, though this instance it was far more degraded than it'd been going down.

Finally the bird feels the pressure of sleep start to claim him, resounding out a low snoring through the cavern. All the while, his stomach is hard at work, melting down what remians of the poor, sad stallion until all that's left of him in that chamber is a goopy stewy chyme, along with bones, fur and feathers, all floating around. Over the course of many hours that gut begins to move from a sagging bulge to a much tighter lump as the chyme moves down through the bird's intestines. Then, the stomach starts to crack and echo as the powerful muscles squeeze against it, forcing what remains in his belly into a compact ball.

As it travesl through her intestines, what is at first a super watery muck starts to solidify, turning from a liquid, to an ooze, to a soft brown snake as water and nutrients are pulled from what remians of his body.

Eventually, the bird staggers to his feet, many many hours later. The bird finds a spot where he feels comfortable squatting, and grits his beak so hard it starts to creek against itself. THe pucker starts to release, letting a dark brown log start to squeeze itself free out of his asshole. The lumpy thing falls down about halfway to the ground, before it breaks with a soft edge, splatting down onto the ground. The harsh smell of his shit fills the air, a deep sulferous stench that makes his nares start to burn. Each log slowly adds to the growing pile at his rear, though there's nothing in it that's identifyable as having come from the pony that he'd consumed. The smelly heap behind him grows to about halfway up his legs before the bird finally feels himself done.

Lifting up his hind legs, he lets a bitter yellow stream flow from his shaft, alighting upon the pile and letting the piss stream down in little rivers. Canyons form on the surface, and the amonia scent joins that of his bitter muck. Finally a soft sigh leaves his beak as he turns around to observe the mess with a grin.

At that point, he starts let his the lump that had situated into his crop make its way up his throat with a heavy bulge that shows up beneath his pink feathers. He can taste the freathers and fur in their wholely bitter coating now as it peaks at the back of his throat. He always hated this, the soft stratchy tickling of featehrs and bone, before suddenly its all the way out. Out of his yawning beak falls a long brown and blue lump, roughly football shaped and a little bigger than his own head and lands int he pile of shit, forming a rim. The skull stares back up at him, and deep int he center of the pellet is the slightly glowing pendent in the center of it all.
[10:13:00] GyroTech: (And done~