Gryphon Ice-Pop

15 January 2018

20:59 < GyroFeather> (Now...if you got change or someone to do art of us, I

20:59 < GyroFeather> EDIT: (Now...if you got change or someone to do art of us, I'd totally get it a full color treatment w/ shades and everything

20:59 < Nyama> (as much as I'd love to. my cash issues due to my truck say no x.x)

20:59 Nyama sits on you

21:00 GyroFeather oofs and wiggles beneath the dragon's belly. He can hear the gurgling of food inside beneath the flesh. The gryphon tries to pull himself out. "Y-you're heavy."

21:01 < Nyama> a little bit!

21:01 Nyama wiggles his butt on and chuckles. "you're comfy to sit on!"

21:06 GyroFeather winces, letting out a long groan as the air is further forced from his lungs. The bird's wings twitch, tickling feathers against the dragon's butt. As he moves, one of his hind legs grinds against the tail hole.

21:07 Nyama squeals and clenches a bit "h-hey! err.. you ok down there? I mean I'm not *that* heavy."

21:08 < GyroFeather> (mmm stuff that birb down your beak, against all the mushy gurgling slop inside~

21:09 < GyroFeather> EDIT: (mmm stuff that birb down your gullet, against all the mushy gurgling slop inside~

21:10 < Nyama> (darn. you and your not wanting up a durg's rump! but if you wanna be squished and squashed against the foods fiiiine :P)

21:10 GyroFeather feels the dragon shift enough for him to take a breath, gasping softly. "No, you're too heavy...Just let me perch on you instead. I'll give you enough fluff warm fluff."

21:11 Nyama gets off of you* "errm. fine? sorry about that."

21:13 GyroFeather rolls out from underneath Nyama, and then flutters up noto his back. He settles in between the shoulder blades and lets out a low yawn, while his wings extend like a way too small blanket, stroking against his shoulder.

21:13 < Nyama> (not sure how to even work it into a nom situation x.x heh)

21:17 < GyroFeather> (And here I thought the dragon had an insatiable hunger 😛

21:17 < Nyama> (figure he'll just yank you up and chomp down on ya? maybe but idk as I said how to work it into that haha.)

21:19 < GyroFeather> (I mean you might nuzzle into his fluff and smell that lovely scent the bird carries 😛

21:19 < Nyama> (aren't you on his back.?)

21:20 < GyroFeather> (Sure

21:20 < Nyama> (I mean.. how.. do you expect the dragon to nuzzle when. gah.)

21:21 < GyroFeather> (Surely you could reach a bird who's on your back: https://derpicdn.net/img/2017/12/4/1600652/large.png

21:21 < Nyama> I guesssss.)

21:23 < Nyama> (err sorry if I get a bit quick with this.)

21:24 Nyama chuckles and looks back. pressing his snout against to nuzzle... he gets a bit of a whiff and thinks for a moment. then licks lightly. 'hmm. maybe I could fit just one more snack~' he thinks to himself. waiting a few moments before wrapping his tongue around and picking you up with it, pulling your upper half into his mouth. Using his tongue to hold you and squeeze. Enjoying your flavors for now._

21:33 GyroFeather wiggles up against the warm tongue as it runs down over his neck, adding a lovely warmth, in exchange for a small bit of drool on his form. The soft sweetness of the bird's form runs against that tongue. The bird opens his eyes into the new sudden darkness thogh, as teeth press up against his chest, through his feathers, and the not tongue curls around his from. The initialy light drool is now soaking into him, while he breaths in the stale breath of the dragon. The sound of his breaths reverberate in his ears as he squirms on the tongue.

21:36 Nyama Slurps on you and huffs some cool air from his nose. Leaving a powder coat of frost on your back. He pulls more of you in till your face is nearly poking against the back of his maw. Only some of you sticks out of his mouth now. He looks foward and leans his head back. You slide a bit but his tongue keeps holding on. A devious chuckle escapes from the dragon. any moment now he'll let you go~.

21:48 GyroFeather shudders suddenly as he feels the cold blast of air on his back, freezing his pretty tail feathers nad his rump into sharp icicles. As Gyro moves, he feels someof that ice crack, while the strange sensation between the warmth of the drooling maw and the cold air fills his mind. The gryphon squirms against the tongue as his beak presses against the back of the throat, which contracts in front of im. "S-spit me out!" THe gryphon calls out, a tone of worry in his voice.

21:49 < GyroFeather> (Hmmm I bet that drool would freeze nicely, if spat out and blown on, causing a gryphoncicle 😛

21:55 Nyama spits the gryph partially out. huffing more frosty air again. coating you in the frost before pulling you back in. licking and slurping on you like a fruit pop. ignoring anything the gryph says. Also ignoring how close he is to swallowing them. the tongue loosens as he keeps licking. You begin to inch towards the throat once again.

22:00 GyroFeather splatters down on the ground as he's spit out, landing in the grass in a heavy wad of spit. Before he can regain his bearings though, a powerful frost rolls over him. Suddenly an inch thick layer of ice covers his body, freezing him in place, leaving only a spot for him to breathe. He's forced to watch, held completly still as that bright pink tongue rolls over his now frosted form. He can only watch in fear as he moves towards that throat, while the tongue rolls heavily over his form.

22:03 Nyama keeps working his tongue around you till the ice is almost nearly gone. not enough for you to break free though. he loses grip with his tongue purposely and gulps. the constriction of the throat and the warmth break the ice and melts the rest. he gulps again. his throat and gravity tugging on you... just to tease he grabs your tail with his tongue to hold you there while his throat keeps trying to pull you down~

22:14 GyroFeather can see just a little more clearly now in the dark as the thin layer of ice loosens, imperfections becoming lost to the melting liquid. Suddenly that throat reaches forward and everything goes dark. He's shivering hard by the time the ice finally melts around his head, allowing his motions to massage against the walls fo the throat. HIs now melted rump grinds against the tongue, forced to wiggle by the gullet trying to drag him in deeper, and the struggling the bird makes. "L-let me go!"

22:21 Nyama huffs from his nose and chuckles slightly 'if you say so!' he thinks' he lets go quickly of the bird's tail. gulping one last time... he rubs at his throat as he feels you bulge it out on the way down. the rubbing slowing you down. after a few moments you begin to squeeze into the somewhat messy crop of the dragon. it already squeezing and relaxing from the previous food as it tries to move it along. groans and

22:27 < Nyama> gurgles fills inbetween the otherwise dull thudding of the dragon's heartbeats._

22:28 GyroFeather squeaks as his tail is released, causing the eager gullet to quickly pull him down into the hot tube, cracking off the last of hte ice. The warmth feels good at first, as he's enitrely surrounded in it, despite the minor stinging from his reawakening nerves. Very qucikly though, he pushes down into the thick slop filled crop, where the dragon's meal stewed away in drool. THe myriad of scents fill his nares, as he's squished into it. He cant help but wonder what it is Nyama has eaten from the odor and the strange textures against his body.

22:31 Nyama lays on his side. patting at his crop. he lets out a small belch and huffs. "buh. ok. now I'm for sure full. Thanks for the help~" he waits for a while. the food slowly being squished out of his crop. eventually leaving just you and some slop. At any moment now you'll be pressed out of his crop and then into his quite active tight stomach as his crop squeezes tighter around you.

22:34 < GyroFeather> (What does Nyama normally eat?

22:40 < GyroFeather> (Hmm?

22:40 < GyroFeather> EDIT: (Hmm? Other than ponies I mean

22:41 < Nyama> (fruits. some veggies normal foods that also include meat)

22:45 GyroFeather compresses even tighter now as the burst of air leaves the chamber, causing his ears to ring. Against his form he can feel the mush of some apples and rice that had joined in there with him, mucking up his feathers. The starch glues them together, leaving him even more sticky than he'd been with just the drool. He can feel the pool around him steadily shrinking though, draining into a hole beneath that he's been careufl to not allow himself to be pushed down yet. The rubbing of that talon though, is making it dificult, And finally his head moves down towards the belly. "N-no, I dont want to help."

22:49 Nyama chuckles and rubs at the bulge as you begin to transfer from his crop to his stomach. the mush even goopier in there and there's less space to be had due to the fullness of the stomach. you eventually slide in into his belly. the dragon groaning and rubbing at the bulge you make when pressed against the wall by the food. He keeps massaging and letting out some noises as he enjoys the feeling. the dragon rolling

23:00 < Nyama> onto his back now. rubbing with both paws. "mnhf. now. before you pass out and begin to breakdown. mind doing me a favor? help massage my stomach and help it break down the food~ I don't want a gut ache later" he laughs._

23:01 GyroFeather makes a face as his beak pushes deeper, into the sour acidic bile that fills the stomach, leaving him surfaceing soon after with a sputter, coughing up the goop. More of his body slides into the thick liquid that squelches around him, until he's forced to curl entirely within it. He pushes his claws out against the rubbing claws almost without prompting as he begins to fight against the dragon's belly. "N-no! spit me up!" he shouts. His wings flare open, making minor bulges on the walls of the stomach, and helping to break up the goop inside the gut. "I'm not going to fall for that!" He declares, knowing that if he doesnt fight, he's a goner.

23:04 Nyama prods at "well. I can't spit you up now. throwing up food is gross and kinda hard to do" his stomach mushes and squeezes hard around. trying hard to digest the food in there. "h-hey easy with the wings and claws.. they tickle when you do that* prodding hard again. he whines from the movement of the bird. BUT enjoys it as much as it sounds like he isn't. "mhrf. there you go~"

23:11 GyroFeather smirks as he hears the cries of the dragon and picks up his motions, trying to make it as irritating as possible for the dragon's stomach lining. His feathers and claws scrape over the soft slippery flesh as he kicks out, causing bulges to form in the stomach. He can feel the tingling of the juices against his flesh now, below his feathers. "But...you can throw up things that arent food!"

23:14 Nyama huffs and rubs hard at. "you're part of the food though!" letting out a moan from the kicking and other motions. "You squirm so damn much... and it feels great <3" he keeps poking at for a few moments longer then stops to relax as you struggle. the stomach giving you some room till the dragon belches again.

23:17 GyroFeather winces as he feels the sudden shudder of the belly and hears the loud blast of air as anothe rpicket leaves the gut, leaving Gyro with only a small amount to breathe now as the gut contracts around him. Gyro's motions increase even faster now as he grows all the more frantic. The tingling is turning into a light burning as he begins to lose feathers and fur. "N-no I'm not!" The gryphon cries out. He's getting lightheaded now as he uses up much of the air that's left in there.

23:20 Nyama yawns and pats "Then maybe next time. Don't be so tasty!" the food mostily liquified now. the mushy liquids coating you more as the dragon purposely sloshes his belly. He laughs at your attempts to fight and upset his belly. "all your doing is making my belly feel better. but go ahead. keep trying!"

23:33 GyroFeather begins to feel his flesh stinging hard and getting raw as his fur and feathers have joined the liquidy fluids surround him. The noises of the gurgling and squelching of the liquds move past him, as he wears himself out. The gryphon is quickly becoming nothing more than a overgrown chicken for the dragon. "I-I wasnt tasty!" He pants out, feeling his head swimming

23:37 Nyama prods "what was that I can't hear you over the groaning and gurgling of my belly~ got to speak up!" he rolls onto his belly now and sprawls out. the tightness increased for you. probably unbearable at this point. "hope you don't mind it feels comfy for me to lay like this now" he flicks his tail back and forth as he waits to see if you can even manage any more after all this. the dragon yawns and huffs. "also if you don't mind. can you hurry up and digest? I have another meal planned and I want to try it later."

23:42 GyroFeather groans as he feels the feels the weight pressing down on his form, holding him in place in the tight belly. He labors for the last bit of air, feeling himself starting to slow now, especially as it prevents him from moving. He slowly starts to feel himself blacking out in the belly. If the pressure doesnt let up soon with more air to join him, the gryphon is sure to pass out and go still.

23:45 Nyama wiggles a bit in place. another small burp is let out. the dragon dozing off for a nap now. the stomach still going strong with the squeezing tight "Mnh. Maybe a nap first then more food later. You actually were decently filling" the dragon makes a little noise and stretches before finally sleeping.

23:48 GyroFeather finally goes still inside the dragon as the snoring begins to reach his ears. There he's left ot the mercy of the stomach, whilch will slowly strip the meet form his bones. The bulge in the dragon's bely will round out and soften until there's nothing left of teh bird save for the new pudge that will line the dragon's gut.

23:48 < Nyama> (yay bird food)

23:48 < Nyama> EDIT: (yay bird food... good then ❤ :3?)

23:48 < GyroFeather> (Idk, maybe wake up pudgier dragon? 😄 cough up feathers? ~)

23:48 < Nyama> (finnnne~)

23:51 Nyama after some time the dragon wiggles and stretches. he groans and rubs his pudgy belly. He gets up and stretches like a cat. middle of the stretch he lets out a loud belch.. a glob of feathers splats out on the ground in front of him.* bleh..ugh. Oh well. *pulls a feather off from his face and gets the others. before tossing them in a pile of other left overs

23:53 < GyroFeather> ❤