Aboard the Pirate Ship

14 May 2018

20:17 GyroFeather lets out a long sigh, tapping his talon on the stone that lay before him, while he looks out over the beak in the dim glow of the mon light. It was well after sunset, into the twilight where stars begin to reveal themselves. All in all a rather pretty night, and well, if Rainy was to be believed, a rather pretty mare as well. The hippogriff was busying herself in the kitchen, making up a fiar amount of food, for the two of them, he thinks , and for some ways that's true, but it was certainly gonna all end up in tree anyways. He'd arrived a little early, but it seemd like his blind date was not so much on the punctual side of things. As he looks over teh spread, waiting to dig in he can feel himself drooling. Though...he musnt eat too much...or all that weight from the new years eve party would be sure to hang around all year.

20:29 Tree_Time struggled into view, his horn was aglow with soft light, his hips swayed from side to side and he walked. The finch slowly stewing within him, churning into a mass of meat, feathers and bone like the rest of Tree's treats. He licked his lips when he saw Gyro. He snicked, judging my the shadow the bird had put on a little weight, not much, but just a little more then is picture had shown when he had been looking over it. He waved as he drew near, 'Sorry I am late,” He grinned, “My day ran rather long,” He flicked the tip of his tail, eyes drinking in the purple griff. Rainy was right, Gyro was a rather hansom fellow, and if she was to be believed he would not really have many who would miss him. Tree licked a bit of drool off his chin, His gut rumbling as his eyes wanted over Gyro's plumage. “My ship is docked just at the end of the wharf,” he nodded out to the bay, I got Rainy and some other friends of mine working a meal that is fit to die for. His horned glowed a little brighter, trying is best to look like he only had a pot belly and a bit of thickness around his flanks, rather then a small stable worth of ponies churning and digesting inside him

20:38 GyroFeather got up from his chair on the beak, and brought himself even further into view. As he got to his feet, his rather large potbelly showed as well, hinting at something a little more than just a little bigger than he'd been in his photos. He'd been at it for a month, and yet all those ponies still seemed to just hang around. He meets Tree's eyes with an uneasy smile, cursing himself for new years once more. He'd let himself go so much, that he'd been having difficulties bringing any mares back home in his current state. With that extra weight, he didnt find Tree a looker, but he'd get thorugh it anyways. WIth a sigh and a nod, he follows Tree over towards his ship. "Ya, well...I'm glad you got here at least. Rainy has been singing your praises all week."

20:50 < Tree_Time> sorry, got pulled away for a sec

20:55 Tree_Time grins. "Has she now?" he chuckled, "Well, hope she has not talked me up too much or else I'll have nothing left to show. He smirked as he lead the plumb bird along beside him. He was a little let down Gyro was not salivating over his looks, his pudgy flanks and droopy belly must have looked rather a mess. Fuck, part of him wished he had started with Gyro. How was he going to fuck this little bird if his cock was under so many rolls of tummy fat. "So, get up to anything of late?" he asked, seeing the bird looked like he may have been around a few too many lushes mares himself

21:00 GyroFeather shrugs his shoulders at the question, walking along the pier towards the boat. He could hear the sound of the blanks creaking under their combined weight...he didnt really weigh /that/ much did he? Ugh...more reasons to avoid ponies for now. The gryphon turns back to tree and says, "Well, not too much really. Had a new years eve party at the start of the month, that was pretty fun, but now I"m trying to meet my new years resolution to get back into shape." His tail siwshes back and forth as he walks along, using the light of the spell Tree was casting.

21:05 < Tree_Time> So how much food do you want, and do you want any food play?

21:06 < Tree_Time> like are we talking about roast birds, and massive cakes

21:06 < Tree_Time> or more salads and other non meat dishes

21:07 < GyroFeather> Probably a reasonable amoutn of food, and feel free to enjoy the food play. I think Rainy was supposed to help prepare the main course ;P

21:07 < Tree_Time> does Gyro know?

21:07 < Tree_Time> or does he think he is eating Tree?

21:08 < GyroFeather> I think he thinks its just a date!

21:08 < Tree_Time> no vore? oh my

21:08 < Tree_Time> okay, so he is the main event

21:08 < Tree_Time> and not too much other food, very good

21:14 Tree_Time smiles, "Well, hopefully I did not over do it then." he grind, the soft glow of the masts of his ship taking over for his horn. The boat of the pirate captain as a sight to behold, three masts, each with a glowing prismatic crystallized around it, an 18th centre galleon is what some might call it. It looked a little out of time and just slightly out of place when taken next to the other ships int he harbour. Tree grinned as he walked up the plank, nodded to a table set for two. "Have a seat well I take use out to the bay. He smiled Rainy will be with you shortly to take your order. I already know what I am having. He winked licking his lips suggestively at the poor bird .

21:18 GyroFeather marvels at the beautiful construction of the boat, taking a second to look it over, though the full design was not truly visible in the dim light. It may look out of place, but wooden sailing ships were still the norm of teh day, even if most of them are also magically assisted, rather than relying on wind alone. He steps on the boarding plank and heads over to the seat laid out on the deck. The bird plops his butt down and watches tree do his thing. He really did appreciate a good boat. When rainy comes to take his order, he orders the best fish they have on board, and some pasta to go with it.

21:31 Tree_Time waddles up the stairs to the steering wheel. His horn likes up, arcs of magic cracking over head as they hit the crystals sparking a flair of multi colour light as the ship withdraws its plank, raises anchor. Each assisted by a zap form the glowing mast. Tree pants, trying his best to hold both spells. The magic of his ship helped some, but not nearly enough. He felt himself growing bigger as the sails billowed, and they were carried out into the dim moonlight bay.
Rainy returned with a steaming dish of large exotic looking fish, best thing would be to say it looked like a blue finned tuna. Grilled with lemon and garlic sauce. She smiled at the plum bird giving him a flirtatious wink. She left, returning with a large cart topped with a large round silver handled lid. She smiled as Tree waddled down looking like he had put on about twice the wight he had earlier. He sat down, the deck creaking under his weight, he took a glass of water from the cart, sipping it as he gazed into Gyro's eyes. The moon beamed down, Tree's minty set slowly filling the still night air. A smile growing ever large on his pudgy face.

21:42 GyroFeather closes his eyes and lets out a little sigh, before breathing in teh salty air as they get underway. As the dish returns, he grins wide, and pulls out one of hthem, slowly sliding it into his beak to take a taste. "MMm send my regards to the chef~" He coos out, before taking another bite. It looks like the bird was not going to wait for Tree to begin his meal afterall. His belly was already rumbling, eager for what aly before him. When she returns, he blinks at the large platter that she had, and looked back and forht between the two. THat must be why tree is so big...and...was he imagining things, or did that stallion seem just a littl ebigger. "Its...a lovely night isnt it?"

21:54 Tree_Time nodded to rainy, she grinned. “yes my captain.” she purred, removing the large dish covering. To reveal an empty platter dressed with green lettuce garnish. Tree smile broke as he watched the expression on his dates face. “Rainy has told me some things about you.” Tree ginned taking a length of tapioca rope from under the the cart, and given how this date has been going. He looked down at the nearly fished fish dish. “I feel I should just jump to the good bits~” Rainy moved in, clearing away Gyro's dish and replacing it with the silver platter. “Climb on” she instructed in a stern but playful tone. “I thinks it's time I had my main course.” he grinned his face half lit by the moon light and half by the glow stone encrusting his ship's masts

22:00 < Tree_Time> https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/268194433428750336/420074725012799488/trees_shitty_alicorns_shipity_ship_ship.png

22:01 < Tree_Time> kinda an idea of how the masts look

22:04 GyroFeather blinks in confusion as he sees that there's nothing in that platter save for some veggies not even ponies would consider a suitable meal. He has a piece of fish half hanging from his beak too, that only adds to the odd look. As she slides it onto the table , he tilts his head further, eying Tree across from him. "Oh, and what was that? You two must be joking...unless really we're serving her up..." He grasps onto Rainy's claw and pushes her up against the table, trying to slide her onto the platter. "She's all yourse though...I'm done with ponies for now..."

22:06 < Tree_Time> //this going th way you want it?

22:06 < Tree_Time> //that being Gyro bieng unwilling for the food part?

22:06 < GyroFeather> (YE~

22:18 Tree_Time rolled his eyes, letting go of his spell. His belly ballooned out, the chair crunching beneath him with a loud crack that slit the cool evening air. Rainy squeaked, trying to pull back. “I am not what he is having Gyro...” she tried to protest. Rainy squirmed free, she looks of at Tree apologetically. “I am sorry, master I thought he would be more into it.”
snorted some date this had been, well shit. He reached out and roughly grabbed Gyro's leg, pinning him to the platter with a thicc hoof. Muzzle and Tie him. Tree commanded or your going in his place.” His words were sharp.
Rainy squeaked, quickly taking the rope and finding the plump griff. She wove the eatable bindings around her hinds, his claws, pulling up under his chest as Tree let off a little pressure.

22:20 Tree_Time licked his lips, letting go of his helpless meal as Rainy finished the last bind. Tree grinned, “Not really what I hoped.” he shook his head, thought you might be a little more willing for this part. He ran a hoof down Gyro's back. “Humm, what do you think you go best with?” something simple like BBQ sauce or something more exotic like honey garlic chive dressing with a hint of lemon~

22:33 < Tree_Time> //le me know if you need to break for sleep

22:37 < Tree_Time> //so if I am off line it means my net went down

22:37 < GyroFeather> (Alright, and sorry had to deal with something took longer than expected

22:41 GyroFeather squawks as tree pins his foreleg to the table with a hoof, and then brings his other one aroudn to try and pull himself free from that crushing weight, feeling his hand bones creek beneath the hoof. He's too distracted by this to really fight back against rainy, who sweeps his legs out from underneath him with a good pull. He feels himself slid forward onto that platter once more, wtih the lettuce crunching beneath him as he's finished tied, left helpless on the platter. He lets out a loud growl at tree, and squrims in the bidnings, trying to pull himself free. "I eat things like you...not the other way around. Have that damn mare instead," he growls, not having yet been gagged by the mare. Even his tail is pinned to hi sbody, leaving him unatble to lash it in frustration.

22:54 Tree_Time smiles seeing Gyro helpless and bond. some left over air spills forth from his mouth, rushing over Gyro's face. He know the smell. The all to familiar smell of many little ponies all digesting within a stomach. *Gurgle* Tree stomach loudly intrudes into the conversion. Tree shakes his head, waving Rainy away. "Rainy told me you had quite a hull not too long ago.” He smiled. "made you nice a plump for me." he licked his lips letting a little drool drip onto he platter. Tree levitates out a large stone mixing bowl with a brush sitting in it to one side, He takes the brush in his hooves and slowly paints Gyro's beak with the warm sticky mixture. The smell of garlic and lemon wash over the pinned bird. “Hmm, he takes out some long cuts of fish, the same that Gyro had been eating, and starts to lay them out across the birds hinds. “To bad you are tied this way.” He contemplated, taking out a whole cooked fish, still steaming, dripping with lemon sauce, and slid it into Gyro's ass. Would have liked to dress up your dick a bit before I was done.

23:00 < GyroFeather> (Appologies, but I gotta break now

23:01 < Tree_Time> (that okay, maybe next time you see your sona nommed~

23:01 < Tree_Time> EDIT: (that okay, maybe next time you'll see your sona nommed~

20:44 GyroFeather coughs and winces shaking his head back and forth as the powerful awful scent of a bunch of digesting ponies wafts down over his face, burning at his nostrils. Some drool comes with it too, splattering into his maw and making him cough. "Sounds like youv'e got plenty in there, there's no reason to go after me, you brute!" He growls, and then spits up into the stallion's face. He's still got quite a bit of chub from the new years eave party he'd failed to work off yet. The bird attempts to bite at the brush as the sticky substance clings to his face, and then to his feathers, leaving them with a gentle shade of yellow all over as he's fully painted in the sweet, tangy liquid. With his hinds and forelegs tied gainst his belly, and his wings to his sides, there was hardly anything he could do, other than shout at tree. The fish oil seeps into his feathers where they're dropped, sticking neatly to the lemony paste, and where he is, his pucker is quite exposed.

20:52 Tree_Time scrunched his nose, the spit dripping from his cheek. He snorts, "Do it again. dare you." He smiles, knowing full well how helpless his prey was. he chuckles, "I do have a lot, but as you know form new years, enough is never enough when it come to delicious food . Its my birthday today, and I thought I would do a little birthday celebration. He licks his lips. "You are my present to myself for a year well

20:53 < Tree_Time> spent." His belly grumbles. groaning at the idea of adding more food it is already stretched insides. He reached out a hoof to pinch the birds extra pudge. "It makes me hard thinking of all the ponies you ate, I feel a little disappointed I missed the show." he sighs, "I think you might have even ended up snagging a mare or two I had my eye on." he levitates a little salt over and shakes it over Gyro's head. "But part of

20:53 < Tree_Time> me is glad you got them, they did well to give me such a plump and succulent dinner for my special day."

21:03 GyroFeather already knows he's in a terrible position, so he spits again at Tree, though this time the stallion isnt nearly as close to him as he' d been the first time. "Ya well, poopoo on you. I'm glad I got to whatever mares you were after before you did. They'r emuch better deserved on me. I hope you have a heart attack on your birthday for all you've eaten today, and adding me too it. " The bird narrows his eyes at the stallion and wiggles on the platter, feeling the leaves he was laid upon crunching beneath his motions. He can feel the warm flish dribbling their juices down into his coat, while the salt sticks neatly to his sticky form. The bird was rather well adorn, but he seemed to be missing something, perhaps a little stuffing just to help him be even better.

21:04 < GyroFeather> (Like that fish you mentioned pushing up beneath his tail~

21:32 Tree_Time smiled, he was ready this time, a soft glow and the spit splashed harmlessly on the deck. "Oh, well, if that is how you want to play the grey stallion teased. " Gyro felt Tree prying open his beak with his magic, the unicorn placing a hoof under the bird chin. "Rainy," he ordered, "The stuffing" The little hippo griff scurried to his side, passing him a very large bowl of wonderful smelling bread, herbs, and chopped vegetables all mixed together and baked to perfection. He took the bowl, Rainy retreating into the shadows as if she was afraid she might go down his throat in Gyro's place if she made one wrong move. Tree showed little interest her in however, his full attention on his plump prize before him. He held the bowl to the bird's beak, tilting it back so the contained flowed the the throat of his prey. The large bowl, holding at least half the mass of fully gown pony flowed into he birds stomach, a far cry from meal of his past, but a good around to add a nice roundness to is already plump figure. He nods surveying his work. "Still need a little something," Gyro felt the table turn, his ass end now facing Tree, the unicorn lifted his tail, taking the large cooked fish in his hoof, "try to enjoy this." he snickered, slowly working the warm steaming fish into the tight anus of his food to be, its succulent cooked juices dripped down the cat bird's taint. 'There we go." he smirked, the running his hoof tenderly over the back door. "I bet all those ponies felt so good when they came out of there." he chuckled, "I bet you feel even better as you flow out of me as a lovely brown mass of shit and bone. He removed his hoof, taking out a rather large carrot, He drove it in. The veggie snugged in deep plunging the warm fish to new depths. Tree smiled, running the bush down the bird's back, the sticky liquid seeping into the giff's feathers, running down his side, Tree placed the brush back in the bowl. he grinned, "Just need the apple for the beak and I think my master piece is fit for a captain's birthday bash.

21:32 < Tree_Time> //sorry got two big

21:33 < GyroFeather> (:P

21:33 < Tree_Time> EDIT: //sorry got too big

21:53 GyroFeather tries his damnedest to keep his beak closed, and actually manages to keep the stallion from getting it open for a good minute or so before his jaw fatigues enough that it finallyl slowly comes on ope. The stuffing has a rather lovely favore, he does have to admit, but the fact that it flows down his gullet by the spoonful leaves his throat scratched and raw as the spots scrape down against his gullet. He's forced to swallow, feeling the mass begin to gelatinize in his crop, held together by the goopy saliva that made its way into it. Some of it even pushes down into his stomach beyond, and the whole situation leaves the bird groaning.
Once he's turned around and tht large fish his shoved into his rump, he lets out a squeak, tightening it. The skull pushes against his hole as it attempts to enter, steamed hole, leaving fins scales and all. After a few seconds of fighting the slippery meal pushes up through the tight tailhole, while the spiny fins scrape across his soft tender flesh. That certainly wasnt going to come out without assistance, the way the spines grip inside of him if one were to pull back. Its still hot too, leaving tingling sizzles where the liquid contacts his taint and drips down to his balls. Thie fish is left with just the fin sticking out at first, like it was swimming inside, though soon enough he feels the carrot shoving it deeper, leaving him with a mild belly ache and a painful tail hole. "Nnnghh no, dont do this! We're fellow preds...imagine the sorts of fun we can have together. I dont wanna be horse shit!"_

22:14 Tree_Time snorts. "You are no pred." he chuckles breathing in the sweat aroma of his marinated meal, "You're just a lucky cat bird that got around some drunk trusting ponies," Gyro hears him lick his lips with a loud smack. "You had a little fun is all with a meal served on a platter. Being a real pred take some skill, some faience, and a true love of your craft. From table to toilet and all stages in-between. He span Gyro back around, taking a large red apple. He forced the beak open once more, the magic gripping and prying at the girff, slowing wedging the apple into the open space. "There, perfect." The fruit was coated in a hard sticky shell, the poor bird's beak clung to it, the fruit holding his mouth in place like a prize roast on a banquet table. Tree licked a little drool form his lips, spinning the bird around once more. Gyro felt Tree take his tail, sliding it out of the binds that held him only to feel it slide between the captain's lips. The warm wet saliva soaked his fur, the pony slurping it up like a appetizer, he felt a something wet poke is ass, dripping drool down his taint, he felt the pony moan in his mind. some kind of magic he guessed. Hard flat teeth nibbled his back side, Tree's lips pushing against the grain of his fur. " The warm squelching slurps of the pony tongue caressed his back side.

22:42 GyroFeather narrows his eyes at the stallion and gives another loud growl as Tree declares him as just some lucky bastard. "I've eaten plenty of horses in my time, and I've got the pellets to prove it, dammit." he shouts, lurching forward on the plate. THere's a moment of wincing as that motion causes the spines of the fish to poke uncomfortably inside of him. The gryphon feels that sticky apple press in between his beak, muffling all of his protests, though he's still quite loud, only indiscernable in what he's saying. The sticky candy adheres too his beak, and yet is just hard enough that he cant quite manage to crack it open. He shudders, feeling a warm sensation around his tongue, growing increasingly damp as his pretty tail feathers are soacked to the core, ruined by the drool, thouhg that certainly wouldnt be the only thing ruining them this evening. It goes down like a long noodle, brining that maw increasingly closer too his butt. He can feel the hot breath now, dancing over the twitching sphincter, still full of the large inverted carrot from before, just to ensure he stay snice and clean. That tongue sends a shudder through his body as it licks up his taint and brush up against his rump.

22:54 Tree_Time 's tongue slid down over his balls, toying with, coating them with slobber as the soft tongue poke and probes the tender orbs, toying with them before working its way down, coiling around the base of the cat bird's cock. Gyro felt Tree take the platter, tilting it back, letting gravity help his swallow his savory meal. "Oh, my, you are amazing," Tree mouthed, his mouth full of food. The warm garlic and lemon mixing his with sweat and natural order of his prey. The whole confection feeling as if it was melting in the poor stallion's mouth over whelmed. His pallet gushed saliva, his maw stretching around his prey. His lips passing from fur to feathers as his tongue teased the tip of his prey's cock. "I bet you didn't take the time to really enjoy any of your meals. I bet you just gulped them down like they were just common food." The bird heard a snort in his thoughts, "You may have eaten a few ponies, but how many can you say you enjoyed."

23:03 GyroFeather shudders as the tongue rubs over his sheath and balls, feeling it plump up ever so slightly underneath the stimulation that the stallions providing, though the sensual tongue isnt enough to truley get the gryphon going, with teh pain in his rump and the dread that fills him at the prospects of disapearing into that stallion. He practically yelps as that tongue dives in through the tip of his sheath to find the head burried within, causing him to give a lurch, moving slihgtly on the plate. Yet, he found hismef sliding backwards on teh tigted platter, more of his rump pushing through to the stallion's maw. The hot drool mixes with his feathered wings and the fur that coats his rump as the pair press deeper into the gullet, past the first bend. He feels the teeth slide over his sheath, ecasing it entirely in the other's maw, while his backside practically steams. The fish falls off of his flank to mingle with the rest of the flavors that make up the catbird. Still though, Tree had a ways to go before he reached the true bulk of his feathers.

23:16 Tree_Time bites down softly, chewing the plump pudge that had been Gyro's friends. His teeth digging into the soft belly, not enough to break the skin, but enough to send waves of sharp stings pain through the cat bird's soft tender flesh. Tree's tongue reluctantly leaves the hardening chub, sating itself inside by by exploring through the birds chest plumage as the big bird was gulped suck and slobbered farther and

23:20 < Tree_Time> farther down Tree gaping maw. Gyro felt his tail tongue some warm and slimly, the acidic mixture of Tree over active gut nipping at its tip. *Gurgle, groon, glurp Grr.* the stomach was churning, ready for more. Ready to turn this "Pred" into just more meat to be shit out after Tree's body had taken every thing he needed form it. The lips slid over the bond talons, some of the feathers getting wedged in between Tree's

23:20 < Tree_Time> teeth, as his nibbled and mouth his way towards the shoulders and neck of his birthday feast. Tree's eyes flashed over at Rainy, she nodded and slipped behind him, her warm soft tongue wrapping around his cock and she sucked him, helping add just that little bit extra to his enjoyment of his feast.

23:31 < Tree_Time> //do you want to call it here, and finish next time? or press on to the end?

23:31 < Tree_Time> //I don't know if we will have enough time to finish without being rushed if we press on.

23:33 < GyroFeather> (Uhhh hmmm...we can continue wihtout rushing, and just pause where we need

23:33 < Tree_Time> /kk

23:38 GyroFeather yowls in pain around his apple as the teeth bit into skin, leaving deep marks in the process where the blunt objects slice in. Fur gets caught in the stallion's teeth too, pulling painfully at gyro's flesh as Tree takes another gulp, drawing that rump out of range of the tongue, and pulling his belly deep into the maw. The tongue probes over his feathers now, drawing out a lovely fruity taste that mixes pleasantly with the brushing of garlic and lemon, though, with those at the top of the cat bird, Tree has to rely on his drool washing those flavores down to meet his tongue. This tail slides down into that stomach now, resulting in a whimper of fear from the bird as it brushes against the remains of so many forms that had gone befor ehim. He could feel the tongue playing at his feathers now, whith his forelegs locked into the gullet. HIs doom was rapidly approaching, with the hot breath of teh stallion blasting down over his neck and forcing him to breathe in the atrocious scent contained within.

23:49 Tree_Time presses on. Gyro's rump forced it way into Tree's churning gut, the skull of the finch mashing the carrot deeper into his anus, in turn driving the spiny fish even deeper still. His tail felt like it was on fire, the acid mix burning away at his skin. Tree gut was taking no prisoners, no one who was sliding down that throat was living to see the sun rise. He felt the throat contract around his. The pony's tongue sliding across

23:50 < Tree_Time> his exposed neck, the lips of his capture closing around his shoulders, the teeth, working they way around his neck. Half digested flesh caked around his rump as his was forced into Tree's tight stomach . This must of been how it had felt for all those ponies at new years, as they digested within in him, now it was his turn to meet that same fate they had. His life to be worth nothing more then some flank fat and massive

23:50 < Tree_Time> mound of horse shit. Tree's tongue slid over his chin, his lips working over his head, one more good swallow and he would be finished, forced do live his last few moments among the living surrounded by digesting corpses. At least they were not his friends.

00:00 GyroFeather gives a soft whimper and stiffens as the beak of the finch gryphon presses up against his tailhole, that carrot causing the psiny fish to slice against his bowls, causing a painful sensation in his gut. To make matters worse, as it does so, some of the acids slip up past the carrot, adding a burrning sensation just inside his rump. His partially exposed sheath is on fire, just like his rump as he's drawn ever deeper into the chamber. His heart races and his breath picks up as the teeth begin to form in his vision. There's nothing for him to see but the sweltering flesh of the stallion. That tongue bathes over his beak, and then suddenly it pushes him backwards with a heavy gulp. The bulge that was his head steadily travels down the throat, sealed away in hot darkness, until he pushes down into the stomach entirely. The thick muck slides up and down his form, leaving him thoroughly coated in teh stinging juices. The gryphon isnt sure how much air is in there as he begins to fight. With Gyro's form now packed away inside of the stallion, he's consumed over 22 times his own weight in food, and certainly would have the belly to show for it.

00:08 Tree_Time swallowed the last of his birthday dinner date. The warm feeling of his food in his belly, with the soft purrs of Rainy's mouth on his cock. He places a hoof over his stomach, feeling it churning and grind the flesh and bone around is latest and last meal of the evening. *Burppp* some of what little air was left belched out of his mouth with a few stray hairs and lose feathers. Tree licked the last of the the

00:12 < Tree_Time> Griffon form his lips, savoring his tasty, enjoying the feel of him wriggling in his gut, fighting in a meaningless struggle to cling to a life that was clearly coming to an end. Gyro's body burned, his fur starting to fall out in clumps, his anus bleeding, his cock on fire as the acid burned and chewed its way into his flesh. The bones of Tree's other meals pressed and poked him, even some armor was thrown into the mix,

00:12 < Tree_Time> as the stomached mashed up its meal. The taste of his own blood filled his mouth, his fat sides no match for Tree gut. This was it, this was how it felt... alone, afraid, betrayed and in overwhelming pain.

00:15 GyroFeather wouldnt really have been able to find the surface even if there had been one, tied up as he was. He was left entirely to the whims of the stomach, which contracted greatly around him at that belch, sending a deafening sound that rang through his ear holes, ear holes, which coincidentally were filling wwith teh stinging chyme of the stallion's multitude of meals as they swirled around him. The bones opened up new sores as ribs are pressed like daggers into his flesh, leaving him wincing in pain. All over his body fur and feathers fell off to join teh rest of the muck alike, His flesh melted away and little bits of rib begins to show through , as well as the bones of his talons. His lungs are burning just like the resto fo his body, but these ones ache for air, air which might never come as he's churned about. There's a brief moment where he's in a pocket of dryness and he takes a gasp, and instantly regrets it. The harsh stench of bile fills his senses, leaving him feeling sick to his stomach, while the air itself is acidic, eating away at his lungs. He certainly isnt long for this world now.

00:23 Tree_Time Tree's cock leaks it hot steaming load into his littler servant's mouth. Her job done, he waves her away so he can enjoy his meal in piece. He sighed with contentment, gazing up at the starry night sky. His legs held off the deck, his belly far more of him then he was. Four little legs, a tail, and a little head on a massive round ball of churning gut. *Burp* More rancid air found it way from his lips, and

00:23 < Tree_Time> he placed a hoof on his bely, stoking it softly. In side, the bones of his other meals priced the flesh of the bond food, the is organs flowing form his body cavity. The acidic mix burning away his eye lids, melting his soft eye balls as it tore through his body. He would not really have to worry about getting the fish out, Tree's stomach quickly eating away his intestines from the outside in, dissolving him into a pool

00:23 < Tree_Time> of meaty goo.

00:30 GyroFeather could feel himself fading fast wtihin the stomach now, as his organs deteriorate and his body cavity opens up to the muck. The only thing keeping him alive was the fact that the acid cauterizes the wounds before he bleeds out far too much. His entire body is on fire now, though even that is fading as nerve endings burn away, leaving him with no sensations at all. Finally the gryphon gives one more pitiful cry and falls still inside the juices. He'd join the rest of the muck soon enough, nothing but a slurry among all the other victims that evening.

00:30 < GyroFeather> (Hmmm need an accounting of your meals? Wonder how many post splits you'll need 😛

00:31 < Tree_Time> (Ya, how you want to do this last part?

00:32 < Tree_Time> (want to make sure I give them all a good send off

00:34 < GyroFeather> (hmmm idk! Usually the pred just writes the final post xP, I dont generally like to do a back and forth with disposal

00:36 < GyroFeather> (But this is big enough...idk

00:36 < Tree_Time> I can do that, but it will take me a bit, as I have to get through a lot of detail

00:38 < GyroFeather> (Gyro Tech - Unicorn, blue fur, purple and pink mane.

00:38 < GyroFeather> (Gyro Feather - gryphon, blue fur, purple feathers, peacock feathers, yellow beak

00:38 < GyroFeather> (Sweet Treat - pegasus, pink fur, pink feathers, yellow mane

00:38 < GyroFeather> (Lunar Rose - bat pony, green fur, red orange mane, eaten with bag of herbs

00:38 < GyroFeather> (Aerie rufter - earth pony, yellow furred, blue and salmon mane, eaten with about 6 birds.

00:38 < GyroFeather> (Serilde - Gryphon, twice the size of a pony, so about 8 times the volume. Brown and tan feathers, yellow fur. eaten with leather armor. Yellow black tipped beak

00:38 < GyroFeather> (Ruzeth - Zebra, black and white fur and mane, golden rings in mane

00:38 < GyroFeather> (Ruzefinch - gryphon, grey, orange and white feathers, black and white fur, orange beak, golden rings in feathers and on tail.

00:38 < GyroFeather> (Lyjzet - tatzl 1.5 size of a pone, so 3.25 the volume. Yellow fur, green mane, eaten with some booze bottles in his belly.

00:38 < GyroFeather> (If you're willing~

00:38 < Tree_Time> Well ya, it what I signed up for, LP

00:38 < Tree_Time> EDIT: Well ya, it what I signed up for, 😛

00:39 < Tree_Time> okay, I will work on this. you want them all in one mound, or can he drop them off a little here and a little there?

00:39 < GyroFeather> I sorta want em in one mound :B

00:40 < Tree_Time> also do you mind if he keeps a skull or two? or do you want those to stay in the pile?

00:40 < GyroFeather> its your waste, do waht you want with it~

00:40 < Tree_Time> okay, I'll be typing in a word doc, but this might take me like 45mins

00:41 < GyroFeather> hehe I figured~

00:41 < GyroFeather> wonder how many post splits you'll have xP

00:41 < Tree_Time> how many you hoping for?

00:42 < GyroFeather> Idk~ we'll find out

00:42 < GyroFeather> I trust you'll be fun~

01:52 Tree_Time drifted off to sleep, the soft sound of his gut grumbling and churning away its mighty haul soothing him to sleep along with the gentle lapping of the waves on the side of his ship. It had been a good night, he smiled to himself, his mind drifting off into dream lad.
The next morning the sun rouse , casting it warm light across his face, his belly had shrunk, just a little. But his legs were still far from the floor. He clenched his anus the weight of 22 pony sized masses pushing to be set free. His horn glowed, his gut shrinking. His flanks wiggled as he trotted down the gang plank and out towards the town center. He was hoping he could make it back to Gyro Tech's place, he thought this mound would be a nice way to start what he had began, but his meals had other plans. His bladder burned, his ass barley containing its load, he started to become desperate, spying the fountain, he made a bee line fore it. He swung his ass around as the ponies form the town stopped two watch the grey captain lift his tail, the first horse apple falling into the water with a small splosh. PFFFFTFTFTF a long gust of putrid bowl air blow out the tight hole, spraying a bloom of shit stained pink fur and feathers. They landed in the water, floating there, joined by a few lose blue hairs.
Tree_Time shivered, as the first skull forced it way from between his cheeks. He looked back, smiling as a mare sized pegasus skull emerged into the light, its eyes filled with a brown mass, mixed with a rainbow array of hair. It fell from his anus, landing in the water with a gasp from the on lookers. Tree grinned, the skull pulling out a long clump of black and white mane hair, some gold ring still wrapped up in the shitty

01:53 < Tree_Time> mass. “MMMmmm” Tree panted softly, as a large log of shit forced it way out, it curled down into the water, forcing the stallion push the mass away from his backside with a glow form his horn . He panted, fuck it, he thought, the crowd inhaled, --likely getting a good whiff of his work when they did,-- as the stallion returned to being a round ball with little legs poking out the the sides.

01:53 < Tree_Time> “FUCKKKKK, Aaaa” he snarled, it felt so wonderful to squeeze the bony remains of his meals. Some white leg bones forced there way out with a knotted of matted blur and yellow fur mixed with some brown and tan feathers streamed out of him into the pool. Tree could feel the skull of the formal fight to get out with almost as much force as she fought to get in when she had tempered him with her lovely savory form, her

01:53 < Tree_Time> skull slumshed into the growing mound. He winked on lookers, nodding to her yellow black tipped beak. See he was not all bad.

01:53 < Tree_Time> Pffffffttt, a wave of shit followed, this mass mixed mostly blue fur and long pink and blue hairs, tree winced as some broken bone chunks teased his tender ponut, the skull of the metal worker dropping from his gaping asshole. Half its face crushed, likely by some of the other large meals Tree had eaten after him. “Oh, fuck me...” he gasped, the a male zebra skull pushing it way out, a long thick mass of orange mane

01:53 < Tree_Time> fur wrapped around its jaw bone. It fell to the mound, tree forcing the shit away from him with a anther shove of magic, the mass starting to take over the fountain, the intake clogging the water ceasing to flow.

01:53 Tree_Time quivered, as a long cascade of horse apples fell from his ass, strung together by a lengths of salmon mane, yellow fur, and little bird bones, all formed into nice round balls for him to dropped off one by one. He grunted the nice soft logs giving way to another skull and some larger bones, what was left of the earth mare dropping unsentimental from between his ass. There was a flesh as his picked out the trinket he had been keeping up there, holding it in his hoof for safe keeping.

01:53 < Tree_Time> Another wave of shit, followed by the feeling of something synthetic, something hard, his anus gaped, the tattered remains of the formal armor forcing its way back into the light, followed by a deluge of fecal coated bones, the skeletons of the his meals joined with their digested leftovers as his ass fired out the large masses in rapped succession, before another skull put a hold on it,

01:53 < Tree_Time> The pointy teeth of the bat pony's skull dropped with a slunch onto the mound of shit drenched remains rolling off to the side, her bag of herbs having been completely digested with the gut of the captain

The mound was growing, Tree building it higher with each shove of his magic as he made more room under his ass. Over half the mass of his meals had be dropped off, his flanks and stomach heavy with a new fresh layer of fat. He gasped as yet another movement of bones pleased his back passage, ribs and vertebrae, mixed with all colours of fur and hair. Slowly the mass started to turn more green, as the mane of the tatzl streamed forth. The rest of him not far behind, Tree returning the tatzl to the outside world, just as he had wanted. Tree pushed the skull of the big boy on to the mound, there were just two left now.

“Aaaw, mmmm.” she grunted, forcing more and more shit for between his cheeks, the mound was growing massive, the ponies looking on in awe and shock, a burst of orange and white feathers stained the brown mass, flowing into a more orange and back with hints of something golden. There was small crunch as Tree anus crushed the little griff's skull, its broken fragments smattering over the mound as they were quickly buried on the avalanche of scat the continued to stream forth.

There was just one left, Tree gave a mighty heave, the final skull forcing itself out of his ass, his last meal and birthday date. The pudgy bird was now just bones and brown. The little that was left of him dripping over the skull as Tree shat out the last of his epic feast. His tail bobbed, a final few feathers squirting from his anus. He smiled, his gut was almost to the ground still, but at least he could walk.

He turned around to look at his work, the rancid stinking mass shown in the morning sun, There was just one thing left to do, to stood up on his hinds, taking his cock his his hooves. He let lose the pee he had been holding, showing the mass of brown with his golden waters, washing of the 7ft tall tower of fur, shit, feathers, and bone. The piss flowing down to pooling around its 9ft wide base. He nodded as his fine
craftsmanship.

His job finished, she turned away with a smile, trotting off back to his ship, leaving the shocked towns pony's to clean up after his long night of feasting. It would take some time to work off all this extra weight, his fat belly brushed the ground, his thick flanks clapping as his pudgy triple chin wobbled with each step, rolls of fat hung from in side like wave breaking on a shore line, his body looking more like s short sausage then a apex predator. He smiled, all this lovely fat, would a lovely birthday gift indeed.

01:55 < Tree_Time> -Fin

01:56 < Tree_Time> //let me know if you want me to redo any of that, I hope I get it all

01:57 < GyroFeather> that was fantastic~

01:58 < Tree_Time> Was fun

01:58 < GyroFeather> yes it was~

01:59 < Tree_Time> Well, I guess we'll need a new RP next time around 😛

01:59 < Tree_Time> I am glad you liked out first RP

01:59 < Tree_Time> EDIT: I am glad you liked our first RP

01:59 < Tree_Time> certainly held nothing back

02:02 < GyroFeather> Though, hmmm one thing you might add! I'm curious to know how much pudge Tree put on with all that 😛 and perhaps a discription of how big the final mound was~

02:03 < GyroFeather> Certainly he'd take in one final view before heading off~

02:04 < GyroFeather> Also I'd mentally guessed 5 posts, and got six 😄

02:13 < Tree_Time> EDIT:

02:13 < Tree_Time> -Fin