Bed Bugs

2 March 2018

23:58 Duk Pone was out and about. [i]It was nighttime, though with the full moon at it's brightest, it was still clear to see all of the skittering creatures, seeking cover from predators from above that might seek to take them in the night. All but one, that is. A small Duck-ish equine, no more than an inch or so in height bounces merrily along with an even tinier duck upon her head as she waved to the bugs and mice skittering away at her approach, and whistling happily. She was excited to deliver the baked goods, though tiny, to some friends she knew in the next town, and wanted to get going as soon as she could, making her way through the night. [/i]

00:05 Gyro Feather had decided to camp out for the evening, and is laying right in the path of the tiny duck pone. He snores gently, open beaked, while his tail flicks back and forth. Inevitably she'd stumble across the sleeping creature. Already his crop bulged and wiggled with several mice and squirrels that hed devoured before passing out, while others had already met their end in his belly.

00:10 Duk Pone hops through the small patches of grass obscuring her view of the griffon, parting it just enough to see him, stopping her whistling on sight of the large creature. Her head tilts side to side. What a big friend! Well.. he's smaller than a normal friend usually is, but still big!

[i]She slowly approaches, noticing him sleeping, observing him, and taking notice of the small wiggling where his crop would be. She lightly flutters up, landing on his chest, and poking at the wiggling mass lightly, trying to figure out what is moving inside of her friend[/i]

00:18 Gyro Feather is pretty well fast asleep as she approaches him, and even the poking at his belly doesnt seem to really rouse the gryphon. From her new perch though, she could see his beak, and feel the warm breath of his meaty breath blowing over her. She could smell her friends, mice and squirels in through that beak. She can even hear squeaks echoing out from the patch. The bird curls a little tighter even, bringing that warm wet cavern just a little closer to the mare.

00:21 Duk Pone feels the breath of the griffon against her in the chilly night, pondering what makes her big friend so warm... Maybe it was more friends inside of him! Friendship sure made HER warm!
[i]She approaches the beak, using her wings to flutter her up, and her hooves to peer over into it, on top of the tongue that was sticking out so sleepily. Oddly, against his tongue, her fur tastes of fresh bread and pastries.[/i]

00:27 Gyro Feather 's tongue retracts as she pushes onto his tongue, drawing her deeper into the cavern til the humid air completely surrounded her. She can smell the scent even stronger now, and globules of drool drip down onto her form, wetting her feathers and her bag, probably making it more difficult to fly. Gyro rolls over, tilting his head towards teh sky, and causing his tongue to turn more into a slippery waterslide.

00:28 Duk Pone plugs her nose with a hoof for a moment
"Blehhhh... that doesnt smell too fresh... Friend you need to brush mo~ q"
"...Quak!"
[i]She is lifted into the beak with a loud Quak as it turns upward, her hooves trying to hang onto the tongue[/i]
"Whoa! Friend? Friiieeennnd?! Im not bread, silly!"

00:29 < Duk Pone> (Sorry, pushed enter too fast lol)

00:33 < Gyro Feather> (Gotta hate when that happens.)

00:37 Gyro Feather 's throat spasms as the pony reaches the back of it, and he coughs several times before swallowing reflexively. The sensation of something caught in his throat makes him wake up though, as he winces feeling it linger even after his mouth was cleared. "Damn bugs..." he huffs, not noticing as she slides down into the crop. INside that organ, its incredibly slippery as the thick drool slides against her feathers, and the squriming bodies of several other creatures press up against her.

00:41 Duk Pone only has a moment to squeak before she is pulled into the throat, the air compressed out of her. The smaller duck upon her head is quickly blown outward by the force of the resounding cough, landing with a twirl onto the griffon's chest again as Duk slowly dissapears into the barrel of his chest. Reaching his crop, she looks around at all the mice, just as big as her, and confused as to why they are so scared... and why it is so cramped... She pushes hard on the wall of the crop, nearly heaving at the stench of digested meats and fermented berries.
"Friiiieennd! I think there has been a mistake! Friiiieeennndd??"

00:49 Gyro Feather had just curled back up to get himself back to sleep, with his head right up against the bulge when he hears a noise...a voice?" Gyro blinks confusedly and looks around, rubbing at his eyes as he listens further. "Uhhh hello? I'm hearing thing arent I? There's nobody out and around here safe for me." As he moves, the crop shifts around, and Duk finds that the spot has become just a little more roomy as one of the occupants is shuffled away towards his belly.

00:52 Duk Pone looks around, confused. Surely she had felt another in the chamber? She calls out again, just as loudly, but more to the crop than the griffon who had literally just made a meal out of her "Friend? Where'd ya go?"

[i]Meanwhile, the tiny actual Duck clumsily flutters up in front of the beak of the griffon, having just been woken up by the cough, and Quacking madly, pointing to his belly with a flailing flipper, seeming to try and explain something. [/i]

01:02 < Gyro Feather> (I'm not sure I follow the second bit?

01:04 < Duk Pone> (She had a tiny duck on her head. Dolan is the small duck that travels with her and tries to keep her safe, but was blown away by the cough. At her size, Dolan is like... barely as big as a nostril against Gyro lol

01:04 < Gyro Feather> (aaah

01:06 Gyro Feather crosses his eyes as he stares at the tiny speck before him, finding it hard to bring it into focus. The tiny quacking is hardly audible to his ears as it speaks. He brings a talon up to the thing, and gives it a flick, sending it flying off into the darkness. This time, as he hears the noise, he identifies it as coming from his crop. WIth a chuckle that rumbles around the pony, he rubs at the bulge. "Oh ho ho, what do we have here?"

01:08 Duk Pone stops, hearing a voice. Maybe it was her big friend! "Hiiii! Im Duk! Nice to meetcha! I would shake your claw, but I think you thought I was bread, friend!"

[i]Dolan, having been easily flicked away, lands quite far away, dizzy against a blade of grass[/i]

01:29 Gyro Feather narrows his eyes at the bulge in his crop, and then shake shis head. "Well, maybe you're not bread, but you're in my gullet all the same. He chuckles at duck and then focuses on hsi crop, forcing the wriggling meats to move around. The end of hte crop opens up around the pony now, working to shift him deeper into that stewing belly.

01:33 Duk Pone calls, "Wait! Nyeh... Friend? Frieeenndd! Hold on! I think there's been a misund~ Mmmffff!!"
[i]She feels it gripping her as it easily pulls her into the next, much more acidic chamber, a single hoof still trying in vain to pull her back through the spincter. She lets loose her bowls in the much more acidic air attacking her lungs suddenly, adding to the stewing mess of mouse guts and crushed bugs warm and soupy around her, the occasional bone pressing on her small form.[/i]

01:39 Gyro Feather 's belly was a mess of muck as Duk presses down into it. At least one rather whole, but squishy mouse even remained in there, squishing up against her form. THe thick goop smears deep into her feathers, while the foul stench of vomit fills up her nostrils. Inside there, it was like a stormy sea, as the churning muscles of the gut left waves, occasionally forcing her beneath the goop.

01:42 Duk Pone screams out in fear, the suddenly active chamber mushing all around her as she struggles to fight for the foul air. Strings of vomit, mouse, acid, and tears begin to stream down her face, wetting her body. Something was definitely wrong. Why did she feel so tingly? Did her friend know she was here?
"Mr. Griffon! P-please let me out! I have muffins to d-deliver!"
[i]She barely manages to finish her sentence before heaving once more in the stench of the stomach[/i]

01:45 Gyro Feather sends another one of her 'friends' down to meat her in that stewing belly, depositing the squirel. It flails around, pushign against Duk and forcing her below the liquid as it atttemps to get free. The relentless pool retaliates by sending a wave up, forcing the gunk, including a chunk of meat up into her mouth, pressing the bitter sour liquid against her tongue.

01:47 Duk Pone only has a moment to yelp as she is pushed under, inhaling sharply at the foreign taste of the thing she was slowly becoming herself. Gunk enters her lungs, beginning to eat her from the inside-out as the tingling becomes a burning, fur and feathers falling off of her in earnest as her body spasms in the chamber, trying to crawl back up for air above the squirrel.

01:52 Gyro Feather belches, contracting his stomach and causing the chamber to rumble around her. Hastily though, the gryphon swallows more air down, eager to keep his treats struggling as long as they can. The last mouse filters on down into the stomach, clearing out his crop as he does so. In addition to the squelching gurgles of his belly, she can hear his thumping heartbeat and steady breath. The hot humid air is practically oppressive, leaving her little room to cool off.

01:54 Duk Pone breaches the surface just as another mouse is pushed in. She is crying in earnest, survival instincts slowly kicking in.
"P-please friend! Let me out! Please! I dont wanna be in here anymore! I wanna see my friends! It b-burns in here!"

02:01 Gyro Feather merely pats his belly and allows his eyes to start to drift shut. Inside, his belly is mercilous, stripping flesh from Duk's form. Slowly she'd find that her ability to move is becoming more and more lmited as her frame wastes away into the sludge that surrounds her.

02:03 Duk Pone screams out as her nerves begin to be attacked, her speech incomprehensible in her feeble attempts to escape, becoming less and less powerful by the moment.

The small Duck, having regained his bearings, flutters up, looking at the griffon, and hearing the muffled screaming Duk becomes very worried, flying back to him as he closes his eyes, and quacking annoyingly into his ear to wake him up, trying to save his friend from her digestive fate.

02:15 Gyro Feather merely rolls over in his sleep, smothering the small duck beneath his form, and pressing it up agianst the slowing bulge of his belly. Inside his gut, the acids go to work, attacking the other's body cavity, weakening it to the point of near collapsing.

02:18 Duk Pone hyperventilates as the chamber shifts around her, unable to fight as her hooves cease to function, her eyes flutter as she slowly begins to fade and black out, hearing the quacks of Dolan from the outside as he is crushed under the gryphon's weight, many of his small bones snapping easily as he can hear her digesting inside.

02:30 Gyro Feather passes back into sleep now as he feels the stomahc begining to still. THroughout the night, his belly does its normal job, turning all the meat that had gone into it into a mess of thick chyme. All the feathers , fur and bone get compacted and shoved on into his crop.

WHen gyro wakes in the morning, he closes his eyes and focuses on the lump. Steadily, after several coughs, the mass of mostly rat and squirrel tumbles from his beak, splatting down on the remains of the crushed duck. Saliva splatters out in all directions as the scnet of his insides fills the air. THere are couple feathers among the fur, but they're rather indistinct.

Then, the bird squats. Several small compact brown logs slide out from his tailhole to splatter against the ground. With that he trots off, paying no more thought to his meal.