Stats

The RP has a total of 31 lines, 1790 words, and 9809 characters.
The average line consists of 57.74 words that themselves average 4.48 characters taking about 4 minutes, 25 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 15 lines, 956 words, and 5043 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 63.73 words that themselves average 4.28 characters taking about 3 minutes, 33 seconds.
Tissel Mouse said a total of 16 lines, 834 words, and 4766 characters.
Tissel Mouse's average line consists of 52.13 words that themselves average 4.71 characters taking about 5 minutes, 24 seconds.

16:46 < Tissel Mouse> Hai, lovely.

18:20 < Gyro Feather> hiya tasty!

18:21 < Tissel Mouse> Am not!

18:21 Tissel Mouse pounces nerdbird!!!

18:21 < System> [user]Tissel Mouse[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]6[/b]

18:21 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d25: [b]25[/b]

18:21 < Gyro Feather> :P

18:22 < Tissel Mouse> Hey, that's cheati- did you roll a critical on a d25? o___O

18:22 < Gyro Feather> Oh, I must have miss typed! Oh well!

18:23 Gyro Feather opens his beak as Tissel pounces on him, positions himself, and feels her sail down his gullet wihtout having to swallow all that much.

18:24 Tissel Mouse eyes widen at the last instant, seeing a beak open before her. "No-" Gulp. Her massive tits manage their way right into Gyro's throat in one swallow, bulging them out complete with big hard nips. "MMMF GGGLLLK!" She tries DESPERATELY not to vomit at the worst fishy scent she's ever encountered... and since she's down to her torso, tries to kick her way free.

18:24 < System> [user]Tissel Mouse[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]20[/b]

18:25 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]5[/b]

18:26 Gyro Feather struggles to keep her down after feeling her initially slide inside, and had even opened his crop to let her head slip into his stomach. Unfortunatly, her pounce had one good thing to it...and as her weight settles on him he gets knocked off balance. The bird collapses onto his side and groans. His beak tries hard to latch onto her body, but he's certainly finding things difficult.

18:29 < Tissel Mouse> At the same time... Tissel's biggest defense is that predators can't fit her tits down. And those are already packed in Gyro's throat. She gives a tug, finding they... don't want to come out. "MMF GMM MMG." She muffles into the gryph's throat, gagging continuously. She has Gyro incapacitated now... if she can get those tits out of his throat she's in the clear! She PULLS back hard to get those colossal fat titties free from the beaky prison.

18:29 < System> [user]Tissel Mouse[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]7[/b]

18:30 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]7[/b]

18:30 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]7[/b]

18:31 < Gyro Feather> O_o

18:32 Gyro Feather finds himself at a stale mate now as those large breasts get caught in his crop. Her snout is certainly pushed down into his stomach though, making her smell the foul bitter scents of his insides. The throat squeezes on her, rolling over her body, but it seems that neither of them are making headway, even as he tries to grasp upon her kicking hind legs.

18:34 Tissel Mouse koffs and gags as long as she's trapped in there... there's that, and even worse, her breathable air was starting to dwindle with her face right at the opening to his stomach. Tits in his throat, she just... couldn't get herself out, and if she could breathe, she'd thank heavens that she weren't going further down either. Gyro's view contains a pair of kicking mouse legs... she aims a good kick to force herself backward, starting to suffocate just a bit... anything!!!

18:34 < System> [user]Tissel Mouse[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]17[/b]

18:36 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d22: [b]12[/b]

18:37 Gyro Feather grunts as he feels a glancing kick against his stomach, forcing him to cough up a little of the mouse. Her tits begin to squeeze through the opening of the top of the crop, drawing htem into the throat once more, though the bulges would stil be difficult to wiggle up that tight tube. THere's a little more air for her head now though. Gyro is gagging hard, even as he tries to gulp her back donw.

18:38 < Gyro Feather> (Win this and you're out I think :P)

18:40 Tissel Mouse can't see a damn thing in that complete stomach darkness, just feels her air depleting faster and faster as she gags and coughs. "Nooooo...mmfff..." She spasms about, working her body up just a bit, and she goes from no air whatsoever to a low level once more. If it weren't pitch black, she'd notice her vision fading... but at least she's not suffocated completely. That worked, almost... she rears up and tries another kick with those flailing legs! More air please!!!

18:40 < System> [user]Tissel Mouse[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]7[/b]

18:40 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]3[/b]

18:40 < Gyro Feather> (Dammit!

18:42 Gyro Feather takes another kick hard and the gut, and feels his throat working backwards now. The gryphon's stomach contracts hard, forcing vomit up against Tissels face while the throat works in time, until she's propelled out of his beak and into a slimy heap on the ground. Gyro is still on his side, wretching up a puddle and feeling rather dazed after everything. It looked like it mihgt be a while before he recovers.

18:43 Tissel Mouse is in the same boat... she gags at the horrid mess and scrambles backwards... taking a deeeeep, though disgusting breath, as her brain tries to recover and reboot from the horrid experience! "U-uugh, kofffff, keh... urghghhh..." She doubles over as well, hacking and savoring her breaths. This disgusting little creature... supposes they should roll for who recovers first.

18:43 < System> [user]Tissel Mouse[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]7[/b]

18:44 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d10: [b]10[/b]

18:44 < Gyro Feather> (Err...finger slipped ah well though!

18:47 Gyro Feather spits hard, trying to clear his throat of the taste of bile that had come up it. Even as he shakily gets up to his feet, he looks at the foul looking mouse and makes a face. Nope...no way did he want to eat that now that it was covered in ick. Still he walks over to her and digs a talon onto her back. "You're lucky I wasnt really that hungry, or you'd be lunch."

18:50 Tissel Mouse coughs and sputters, by the time she's about back to her feet... the gryph's foot stomps down on her back, causing her to writhe and struggle, her pants already halfway worked free from her body from the eating attempt, now just a pale moon of a girlbutt before Gyro. "U-UGH!" She squeaks, tits forced into her own face. "You little shit!!! Let me up, I'll kill you, you disgusting little bastard!" She coughs, trying to kick backward at him!

18:50 < System> [user]Tissel Mouse[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]5[/b]

18:51 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]8[/b]

18:52 Gyro Feather manages to scramble aside from the kick and then snickers at her. He then steps forward, resting even more of his weight on top of her, while making sure his hinds are between those of Tissel's putting them out of line of attack. "Nah, I think I'll just stay here," he says while his hips nestle right up against her rump.

18:55 Tissel Mouse mmmmmmmfs... Gyro is pretty heavy after all, and his weight mashes Tissel's face into her own cleavage, her shirt still on, but nearly transparent from all the slime soaked through. "Mmmff mmmfff!!!" She retaliates, quite pinned... her rump and virgin mousie slit forced in a raised position from his hinds. "MMMF GMM!" She writhes about, trying to push him away. Oh hell no... ANYTHING but being captured by this little fuck...

18:55 < System> [user]Tissel Mouse[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]19[/b]

19:04 Tissel Mouse is... right back to not being able to breathe. Brat shitbird!

19:06 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]15[/b]

19:07 Gyro Feather moves on top of her, but slips on the slimy puddle that rings her in her struggles. The bird topples onto his side now as his weight moves off of her while he lands in an awkward position with a squawk. He grimaces as he lands in the puddle, feeling the thick slime now soaking up into his feathers.

19:08 Tissel Mouse coughs! ... At least she can breathe AGAIN. This bird was a huge problem. And to think he tried to pin her. She grumbles out, almost a hiss, and tackles him... she'll break his dumb bird legs for trying that!

19:08 < System> [user]Tissel Mouse[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]5[/b]

19:10 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]11[/b]

19:11 Gyro Feather rolls as she dives at him, and watches her go sailing overhead. With a frown he gets up to his feet and takes a couple steps back from her. His eyes glance around, getting his bearings while his wings hafl flare. It looks like gyro was about to take off now.

19:12 Tissel Mouse grunts... stupid loser! "You idiot! What are you even... you're not gonna stay here and finish this, you little shit!?" She grabs firmly on his legs or talons... which could be a good thing or a bad thing, depending.

19:12 < System> [user]Tissel Mouse[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]14[/b]

19:12 < Tissel Mouse> Er, namely if she pulls him down or he pulls her up

19:15 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]8[/b]

19:17 Gyro Feather had just got a foot into the air when he feels a grasp upon one of his hind paws. He kicks, trying to free himself, but it doesnt work, and instead he crashes to the ground with a heavy hoof, ,feeling the wind knocked out of him. He's panting hard now as he struggles to catch his breath.

19:17 < Tissel Mouse> ((Wanna keep going or settle it in one dice roll?))

19:21 < Gyro Feather> (Hmmm I think you've got advantage atm, no need for dice.

19:22 < Tissel Mouse> ((Heheh, but I had an idea. Tissel grabs the talon front-legs of Gyro's... and if she wins, then those are going down her throat with the rest of him to end up mouse tits! And if he wins, then he clasps talons around her hands and flies off with her in tow, never to be seen again.))

19:24 < Gyro Feather> (Alright :P

19:24 < System> [user]Gyro Feather[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]4[/b]

19:24 Tissel Mouse huffs, dizzy and pissed... and grasps that stupid bird's front talons! He thinks it's so fun to shove her into his gross maw, he'll have to try hers...

19:24 < System> [user]Tissel Mouse[/user] rolls 1d20: [b]13[/b]

19:26 < Gyro Feather> (Welp, I guess gyro is to be mouse droppings!

19:29 Gyro Feather squawsks as he finds his front legs shoved into the hot mouth before him, and tries to pull back, but his legs have trouble getting a grip with all the slime coating him from his previous tumble. Covered in his own stomach juices, he certainly did not taste pleasant.

19:29 < Tissel Mouse> (No less than he deserves!)

19:39 < Gyro Feather> (booop!

19:50 < Gyro Feather> (Tiiiissssseeeellll!

20:02 < Tissel Mouse> (Sorry. xD Part of the one post thing was 'cuz I knew I had to away for a bit soon, but I'm back now)

20:08 Tissel Mouse HARDLY cares how the evil little gryph tastes... perhaps he could take a lesson from that, when he was stomping on her but his palette was too refined to chow her back down! This mouse was PISSED, and wasting no time in sending him to a digestive tomb... well, a digestive demise, his tomb would be on her bosoms~

20:14 Gyro Feather squawks as he wiggles down in side of the fleshy tube, tyring to escape from the gullet as he's drawn up shoulders deep. The foul scent is forced down into his nares as he tries to escape them. Yet it seemed nothing he could do would break himself from her grasp. The gryphon hardly thought he was evil though, especially as hte mouse had assaulted him fitst. If anything she fit that description more.

12:19 Tissel Mouse thinks surely the gryph is the most evil of the two! And she was gonna show him~... by being evil herself? It made more sense in her head. She smirks and reapplies her corset, this will make a nice crushing surprise once Gyro were settled inside properly~.

12:21 Gyro Feather finds hismelf squeezed all the way down into that belly now, as his hind paws joined him in that hot foul belly, where he's forced to curl up tight inside of her. THe bird claws himself to the surface to take a breath of the foul but breathable air in there. Suddenly he finds the chamber getting tighter, as something like a vice seems to be squeezing against his body, making it difficult to breathe.

12:28 Gyro Feather finds the prison growing ever tighter now as the lace is pulled tight, causing sever of his wing and leg bones to snap. Yet, as he goes to scream what little air he has, the suddenly tight chamber means the belly is full to the brim in acids, giving him nothing but a burbling sound. The gryphon is in a ton of pain and his lungs scream for oxygen that doesnt exist in the chamber now.

12:30 Tissel Mouse just laughs at the gryph's terrible torment! This is what he gets for trying to eat her and, well... her getting away! Proper revenge! Only he's not gonna make it out as anything but titfat and mouse droppings~. She tugs experimentally at those laces, finding them budging against their most taut again and again, popping and crackling noises coming from the dweeb inside!

12:34 Gyro Feather lasts only a minute more in this hell as he's starved for air. As tne next pull comes, he tries to take a breath, and somehwat mercifully, his lungs are so compressed he's unable to suck the acid down into himself. A brief bit of twitching follows, before the bird goes still inside her belly. As his body weakens to her juices, bones crack further, splitting inside her gut.

12:43 < Gyro Feather> (Boop mousy!

12:57 < Tissel Mouse> (Sorry, had to dispose of a gryph)

12:58 < Gyro Feather> (oh? one not me?

12:58 Tissel Mouse gives those laces one last yank, making the now softened gryph go -squish-~. "Ahhhh, music to my ears! You're just mousefood and titfat now, s'what you get for attacking me. Turd!" She snorts. "Well, not yet, but you will be soon enough..."

12:58 < Tissel Mouse> ;P

13:04 < Gyro Feather> (well,gonna dispose of him?

13:09 Tissel Mouse sighhhhhs, feeling a slurry of colorful dweeb go through her system... and soon it all passes through, fur, beak, bones, and all the rest! A huge mousie log pushing out onto the grass, Gyro was even still intact! Well, shattered from the corset, but otherwise intact. Like a broken display of gryphon encased in a tomb of scat~! "Rrrgggh. I always knew you were a little SHIT, loser!"

13:28 < Gyro Feather> Woo~ thanks agian mousy :D

13:35 < Tissel Mouse> No prob loser >;3