Splitting Up the Rescue Team

3 March 2018

00:29 < Sly Faelynn> But yeah that sounds good, you getting the higher dice

00:30 < Sly Faelynn> If we end up rolling dice instead of just choosing you

00:33 < Gyro Feather> anyways, wanna start us off, presumed prey?

00:36 < Sly Faelynn> Sure! Should we be in the middle of the battle?

00:37 < Gyro Feather> Perhaps we've just fininished off something, a hard fight.

00:37 < Sly Faelynn> Alright, works for me~

00:40 Sly Faelynn pants heavily, his breathing heavy as he catches his breath. His throat feels almost raw with each breath, his chest hurting along with most of his body. He and his partner for this mission, Gyro had just finished a very difficult battle during their mission, and unfortunately, it took a lot out of him, and they do not have many items on them. He sits down for a moment, still catching his breath, his body covered in scratches and bruises. He looks over at Gyro to see how he is holding up. “I’m...not sure how much longer I can go...”

00:46 Gyro Feather is taking in rapid breaths while beads of sweat run down his form. Feathers stand on end and look slightly singed from that encounter, where he'd taken an unfortunate bolt of electricity. Dirt matted down his body and he looked to have gone through some stress molting. All in all, the bird felt rather exhausted from it all. The gryphon plops his butt down on the ground and pulls open the bag on the other's back, examining the contents. "Pecha Berry, some rations....explosive orb...Dammit Faelynn? Didnt you pack anything useful for us?" Of course, the gryphon found it all the other's fault, even though his bag had developed a hole and leaked all his gear too far back to realize.

00:51 Sly Faelynn tries to speak in between his heavy breaths, sweat dripping from his brow. He groans a little, giving an upset expression towards the gryphon. “You can’t criticize me when you don’t even have anything, Gyro. We might just have to back out for now, as much as I hate saying it.” He leans back, resting a little, propped up with his hands, his breathing starting to steady at least a little.

01:01 Gyro Feather pointedly rips the back of of Fael's back and dumps the conents out on the floor. "Ya well, I dont see an escape rope, do you? I at least thought to bring one, even if its who knows where now." The gryphon scoots a little closer to Fael, getting right up in his face. "So, unless you've got a plan, you're going to end up fainted here, and hell if I'm dragging your ass back to town."

01:04 Sly Faelynn growls a little at Gyro, though he is too weak to really do much more at the moment. “I don’t really have a plan right now, no. You might not have a choice. If you just abandon me, everyone will have your ass”

01:12 Gyro Feather weighs his options, thinking about it. Then a rather conniving grin appears at the edge of his beak as he looks up and back down Faelynn's body. Gyro moves his talon up her back and then grips harder around her neck. "Well...you see, if I come back rather weak, and tell them this was the only way, and you're in need of rescue...well I think they might be willing to forgive me. Especially if I fork out a portion of the reward as a finder fee."

01:26 Gyro Feather chuckles at Fael, and then licks his beak. He leans in real close to the fairy and pressing the tip into his ear, he says, "Well...I was thinking if they dont find you, there is no finders fee...and plus, I dont think I'll make it without a little pick me up. I'm pretty sure you'll be just the thing to help me through this~ And best of all, I'll be through with you."

01:40 < Gyro Feather> (boop

18:44 Gyro Feather chuckles at Fael's cries, but knows that he'll have to further weaken the pokemon to get him down his gullet without too mcuh hassle. Using his grip on Faelynn, he spreads his wings and takes to the air, wrenching the Eevee evolution into the air in preperation for a sky drop.

18:44 < Gyro Feather rolls d> 18

18:44 < Sly Faelynn> (im a d20 right?

18:45 < Gyro Feather> (Yep)

18:45 < Sly Faelynn rolls d> 13

18:46 Sly Faelynn yelps as he is pulled up into the air with Gyro, feeling the wind getting a bit knocked out of him as they suddenly fly up high into the air. He has trouble struggling, due to a combination of the fast movement, and now the height they are at. If he falls from here, he would be seriously injured

18:46 < Sly Faelynn> (seems Gyro is winning)

18:50 Gyro Feather gets him a little higher up into the air, holding his back to his belly so that the other cant do much against him. Finally having obtained enough height the gryphon drops him, and then allows himself to drop under a more controlled descent.

18:56 Gyro Feather winces as he hears the loud thump of the creature hitting the ground, and alights onto the grass next to him. With a grin, the bird wanders up to him, and gives the pokemon a couple pokes with his talon, to see if his prey was weakened to the point where h'ed be able to sucessfully 'capture' him.

18:56 < Gyro Feather rolls d> 16

18:57 < Sly Faelynn rolls d> 20

18:57 < Sly Faelynn> (so does this mean Sly isn't weakened enough yet or both that and he attacks Gyro now?

18:57 < Gyro Feather> (The latter I think

18:59 < Gyro Feather> (third roll wins? Or 2 sucesses in a row?)

19:00 < Sly Faelynn> (How about best 2 out of 3. If we do 2 in a row it might end up taking a long time if it goes back and forth

19:00 < Gyro Feather> (Sounds good ^^

19:03 Sly Faelynn slams into the ground, though...he isn't as hurt as he expected. Seems Gyro may have miscalculated. His lips curl up into a grin as he waits for Gyro to approach him, pretending to be down on the ground. When Gyro approaches him and pokes him, he suddenly grabs his claw with his ribbons, before tugging him to the ground and standing up, shaking a little. He wraps his other ribbons around Gyro's neck, growling. "You piece of shit! What is the matter with you?! Maybe I should just get rid of you instead! Leave the town without a voracious maniac on the loose!"

19:03 < Sly Faelynn> (last roll will be after my next response

19:07 Gyro Feather 's grin turns into a look of shock as that tentacle wraps around his claw and flips him onto his back with a heavy thud. The bird lets out a groan, while his free talon grasps at teh feelers on his neck. The gryphon feels himself choking as they constrict further. He's squirming on teh ground, and his tightened air tunnel leaves him unable to get a word out to respond to the fairy, but rage is painted clear on his face.

19:11 Sly Faelynn lifts Gyro up with his ribbons, his teeth almost grinding together in anger, he slams the gryphon onto the ground a few times holding him up in front of his face, beginning to squeeze harder around his neck. "You did this to yourself!" He gets ready to slam him onto the ground harder than the previous times, before he finally would get of him. He lifts Gyro up above his head...

19:11 < Sly Faelynn rolls d> 15

19:13 < Gyro Feather rolls d> 15

19:13 < Sly Faelynn> ((well, this is something

19:13 < Gyro Feather rolls d> 24

19:13 < Sly Faelynn> ((i was about to ask if I should roll again too but it doesnt matter since I cant roll that high haha

19:13 < Gyro Feather> (:P

19:16 Gyro Feather finally gets enough freedom as he's lifted this time to catch air with his wings and beat hard, conjuring up a twister with the air generated from the power of his beats. The billow of air catches Faelynn and blasts him across the clearing while freeing the gryphon from teh tentacles, leaving the bird crashing to the ground.

19:20 Gyro Feather pants hard as he rolls to his feet and shakes himself off. The gryphon stumbles across the clearing, towards the Sylveon, looking far more raggled than he'd been even after that last battle. He'd need that pick me up even more now as he plods towards his prey, but bu the looks of it, the other had lost his fight.

19:26 Sly Faelynn looks up at Gyro, an angry, fearful expression on his face. He is gasping for breath, still trying to catch his breath, unable to stand up from the ground due to how weak he is, nearly fainting. Tears well up in his eyes. This can't be the end...

19:28 Gyro Feather reaches his talonds down and grabs the sylveon by the ribbons around his neck and lifts him up into the air before him. The bird licks his beak and then says, "You know, I've been wanting to be rid of you for ages...but I never dreamed that it'd be through something like this~" His voice is labored though. He definitely needed his potion.

19:31 Sly Faelynn tries to squirm as he is lifted up into the air by Gyro, but he is too weak. He can't escape anymore...this really is it, isn't it? Tears run down his cheeks as his fate is sealed. "P-Please....d-dont...I wont...tell anyone..."

19:41 Gyro Feather leans forward and draws his tongue across the other's cheek, taking in some of those salty tears which accentuate his flavor. Then he gapes his beak open wide, allowing Faelynn to stare down that dark pink gullet. A strand of drool drips down onto the other's face, only a moment before suddenly, he shoves the creature in between his beak. The hot meaty breath of the bird blasts over them, while the drool inundates his fur.

19:44 Sly Faelynn whimpers weakly as he feels the tongue run up his cheek, his eyes staring down into that dark, fleshy gullet. His final resting place. He cries out, muffled as his head is shoved into Gyro's maw, the Sylveon squirming weakly, fruitlessly, in his grasp. He can smell the hot breath of the Gryphon as his fur is matted down with saliva

19:48 Gyro Feather pushes his head forward and gulps, causing the ring of his gullet to squeeze around the other's muzzle and draw int down into the tunnel beyond the cavern entrance. His spare claw reaches around to dig it into the back of the mon's head, pushing it deeper. The tip of his beak presses into the other's shoulders, while ribbons stream from the edge.

19:50 < Sly Faelynn> ((do you like the insides to be pitch black dark or Sly to be able to see inside?

19:50 < Gyro Feather> (generally its pitch black, unless you have a light

19:51 Sly Faelynn whimpers softly as he is pressed into the gryphon's throat, feeling the hot flesh squeezing around his head, the shape of it bulging out Gyro's throat. His vision goes dark as he is pressed deeper inside, his shoulders starting to slip slowly into his beak

19:58 Gyro Feather ignores the cries of his meal as he presses himself deeper on the pokemon. Letting go of the tentacles, gyro moves to lift the pokemon up towards the air, letting gravity assist him in the gulping fo the poor creature. With no sight, the loud noises of the mon's internals, the slimy movements, and the various scents filled the eeveelution's senses instead. That beak creeps across his chest, scratching at flesh as it goes, finding a rather easy time of getting the compliant treat inside.

20:13 Gyro Feather feeels the creature pushing down into his crop, bulgint out at the base of his chest. This first sack is nondigestive, merely storing his food, but the bird would liekly be sending him on soon enough. Gyro darts his beak forward, tilting Sly into the air. Soon enough his tongue is reaching up between the other's tighs, brushing over his nethers and taint.

20:22 Sly Faelynn squirms a little bit as he feels the tongue lap between his thighs. He is ashamed that he can feel a little bit of pleasure from it, but that does not change how horrible this situation is for him as he is pressed into his first stop, just his legs sticking out of Gyro's beak at this point

20:27 Gyro Feather holds Feal there for a while as his tongue focuses on those spots, getting him to the point of full throbbing, before finally gulping the creature down. He scrunches his eyes together, and imparts one last parting touch of his tongue on the feet pads, as he feels Sly fill out the cavity in his chest. "Feeling comfortable in there, my little treat?" He rumbles around them.

20:36 Sly Faelynn curls up inside of his first stop inside of Gyro, not quite at his stomach just yet, so he was still safe, for now. "N-No...it...is actually kind of comfortable in here but...that doesn't change anything. Please, let me out! I...I dont want to die..."

20:45 Gyro Feather chuclkes at the creature and gives a shake of his head. "You know I'm near fainting, and well, I'm not going to be trapped out here with /you/. Suddenly his crop begins to shift, and the bottom begins to drop out. THe scent of his belly rises up into the chamber now as he shifts his food down towards that second sack, the one that will deal with his rival for good.

20:47 Sly Faelynn can feel his surroundings shifting as he is moved down towards Gyro's stomach, which would be his final resting place. He can smell the heavy, meaty scent of the stomach as it gurgles and groans around him, his body getting pushed inside, the bulge in Gyro's form shifting down towards his belly. "...Murderer..."

20:51 Gyro Feather shrugs his shoulders and follows the lump down from his chest till it begins to bulge out into his belly. "Come now, I'm a predator, I've got to eat. A bird cant subsist on pokeberries alone. Its just the food chain," he explains, as he rubs over the lump in his belly. Already acidic bile starts to form in the stomach, leaching from the edge of teh walls to pool beneath the other's form, while the churning motions rub it all over his fur.

20:51 < Gyro Feather> (So, how do you like your digestion?

20:52 < Sly Faelynn> (I usually base in on partner preference myself. Im fine with lighter or heavier digestion, really

20:55 < Gyro Feather> (Heh same usually

20:55 < Sly Faelynn> (do you have a preference between them?

21:01 < Gyro Feather> (Hmm somwhere midway generall. Usualy some damage and graphic stuff...but generally no organs falling out

21:02 < Sly Faelynn> ((yeah that is about my preference too

21:02 < Sly Faelynn> (like the flesh getting burned and melted off and such but no organs spilling out

21:05 Sly Faelynn feels himself slip into the hotter, more humid chamber of Gyro's stomach. He can feel his surroundings churning around him, rubbing acids into his fur. It burns...it really burns! He can feel the acids start to eat at his flesh, the Sylveon getting a bit of a second wind as he begins to squirm around desperately inside of Gyro, pushing at all the walls as he feels his skin start to burn and melt.

21:13 Gyro Feather rumbles softly as he feels the pokemon fighting down inside his gullet now. He shuffles himself over to a tree, and closes his eyes, letting himself enjoy the motions of the creature inside. "Besides, if I didnt get to you...you're so weak, I'm sure something would come by and decide you look like a tasty treat," he offers matter of factly. Grabbing the apple that had been in the bag, he munches softly on it, sending rains of fruity mush on top of the treat.

21:16 Sly Faelynn is in a fit of panic now, his consciousness slowly fading as more and more of his flesh is eaten away by the burning acids, the stomach squeezing around him. He can feel the mushy bits of apple raining down upon his head, but he is in such a panic that he can't even process the anger anymore. He can feel himself slipping...

21:28 Gyro Feather swallows a bit more air, even as he feels teh creature starting to slip away, and rubs down over the bulges that wiggle in protest. Still though, he can feel himself slipping as well, as a bit of drowsyness wells up in him. The bird lets out a low yawn and rumbles loud purrs against his meal. The acids bit into the other's flesh, steadily revealing the white bones to the slurry.

21:30 Sly Faelynn starts to slip into unconsciousness as his bones are revealed, the sylveon soon enough passing out, his movements ceasing. Once he is unconscious, Gyro's stomach seems to have a much easier time processing the meat that Sly now is, eating away his flesh, burning and melting it all bit by bit, until all that is left is mushy slop and bones.

21:32 < Gyro Feather> (I'm afraid I'm not quite in the mood to write disposal at the moment. Not saying I wont write it, but it may be a bit. ^^)

21:33 < Sly Faelynn> (that is alright! This has been a lot of fun)

21:39 < Sly Faelynn> ( i have to go for a little bit but ill be back

21:41 < Gyro Feather> (If you're not around when I do things, I'll PM

23:52 Gyro Feather sleeps long throughout the rest of the afternoon and on into the evening hours of the night wihtout finding himself disturbed while his belly churns away at that hunk of meat contained within. Steadily that lumpy mass rounds out and then shrinks as the slop is absorbed into his body. Bones and fur remain behind in his stomach, which compress and crack, before moving up to his crop, while the other unusables form a sludge that presses against his pucker.

The gryphon finally wakes up, thinking he's heard a noise in the dark. He startles awake, feeling far more energized than he'd been previously. He swivels his head a couple times, listening, eyes useless in the dark, but hears nothing further. His heart pounds in his chest, at first, but as he calms down, he becomes aware of his urgent needs, and quickly gets to his feet.

Squatting back, he clenches his face and grunts, slowly filling the thick logs sliding on out of his tailhole. The first one takes quite a bit of effort, and as it slides over his sensitive anal ring, stretching it wide, it ellicits a shudder from teh gryphon. Once it dangles halfway down, it lands with a splat among the grass. Other thick logs of shit soon follow behind, tainting the air with the Sylveon's new scent. Steadily it curls behind him, till it reaches about an of the size of his prey. The gryphon is panting by the time he's done, but not everything is yet empty. Letting his dick shift backwards in the manner that cats do, he lets loose a misty spray of yellow, leaving multiple streams running down the surface as Gyro adds his own scent to the muck.

Finally empty of all that, he squeezes his eyes together and begins to hack. He can feel a lump rising up from his crop into his throat, feelign scratchy against the flesh. After about a minute, a blond bal begins to peak out the back of his throat. In short order,t aht foul slimy pellet splats down onto the ground, while gyro smacks his beak. Fael's cracked skull half sticks out beneath a mass of fur, while various broken bones can be seen among the rubble. With a shrug, the gryphon, takes it into his claw and rolls it back underneath him, til it squelches into the mound. "Thanks for the boost, turd," he declares, and heads on deeper into the forrest, ready to finish his mission.