After Hours Tutoring

31 May 2018

20:13 < Gyro Feather> I know you want animalistic :P that doesnt mean she cant hunt to feed her chicks :B student salary doesnt pay, but sure we can do forest or something.

20:14 < Professor Finch> Well... I suppose I just have trouble envisioning an anthro mothering a nest of chicks. But if it was sort of a feral society, then I could see that working.

20:14 < Professor Finch> Does that sound good?

20:15 < Gyro Feather> Sure! Though I admit I think that thought is cute :P

20:15 < Professor Finch> It is, it just kinda makes it hard for me to imagine and takes me out of things.

20:16 < Gyro Feather> Well we can do the forest then, just thought it might have been an interesting change of pace.

20:17 < Professor Finch> Little feral society in the forest, the teacher gets hungry and zeroes in on one of the students after hours. Bam.

20:18 < Gyro Feather> works for me.

20:21 Gyro Feather had found himself frustrated with the weeks homework which had left his head swimming with confusion and given him a mild headache. Sick of it for now, he decides he needs a change of scenery and takes the paper out with him deeper into the woods, near a soft burbling stream that he occasionally came out to to think. As the water's sound plays out in his ears, he closes is eyes and takes a deep breath, willing the frustration away and trying to clear his mind. The paper, he sets down on the rock beside him, untouched for the moment.

20:25 Professor Finch was near. The fluttering of wings, and a rustle in the branches overhead, and an acorn lands square on the little gryph's noggin, knocked loose from the arrival of his familiar, yet suddenly intruding, companion: his teacher! Clearly dwarfing the fellow by a factor of two, or even three, she peered down at him, before flaring her wings and descending gracefully to land on the rock beside him with a [b]clack[/b] of birdy talons meeting stone. "What's the matter? Something bothering you, Gyro?" she asked in that all-too-familiar motherly tone of hers.

20:30 Gyro Feather hadnt heard the sound of her wings above the noise of the low babble before him, but that thump on his head is enough to get his attention. Shaking the acorn off, his eyes dart towards the sky to find the figure of his teacher sillotted against the canopy. He gives his teacher a passing dirty look, that then vanishes as she lands beside him while he hastily gets to his feet. He ruffles his feathers and then offers the teacher a smile and glances down at his homework. Not one to really ask for help, he shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. "Nah, just came out here to think is all, its a really lovely spot, though I didnt think anyone else ever came this way..."

20:34 Professor Finch cocked her head to the side. "You and I seem to think alike... well, in some ways." She scuffed her nails on the rock, seeming to deliberate for a bit. "As far as your academics go... I think that's where we differ the most. And might be the deciding factor..." She suddenly grabbed him strongly by the left arm with one talon. "In why you're going to be my dinner tonight. Sorry, Gyro."

20:38 Gyro Feather 's feathers twitch as she scratches agains tthe rock, before his pair of crests fold down flat against his head while he looks away, down at his paper at the mention of his studies. The gryphon suddenly yelps though, as she tugs him forward, knocking him slightly off balance. His gaze returns to his teacher as he blinks dumbly at her. After a moment he breaks into a sharp laughter of disbelief. "You had me going there for a moment Finch... Have you come out here to help me then?"

20:38 < Gyro Feather> [sub]There's a part of me that wants her to make him eat his homework :P[/sub]

20:44 < Professor Finch> [sub]Suitably ironic, haha[/sub]

20:45 Professor Finch took the opportunity to pull him a little closer, into the fluff of her chest feathers even. "Oh yes, it's nothing but a little joke I play on friends..." That's when she leapt on him, trying to weigh him down bodily against the rock with her superior size... so she could swallow him at her leisure, of course.

20:50 Gyro Feather takes a deep breath of her fluffy down, and then lets it out as a sigh, sensing her comfortable scent for that first moment, before suddenly that chest turns into a hammer as it bursts into him. The gryphon topples to the ground on the forrest floor in a flurry of feathers as she presses her weight down on him. He groans and wiggles beneath her, putting his talons against her chest. "Y-you're heavier than you look...get off..." He groans softly.

21:05 Professor Finch harrumphed. "And a little heavier once I'm done with you," she snipped, more than a little grumpily. "You need to watch your manners. And if there's no soap handy..." She snagged his paper off the rock, balling it up and pushing it up against his beak. "This'll have to do." She huffed. "How dare you call me fat? I'll teach you some manners. Eat the paper and I [b]might[/b] think about not eating you whole."

21:10 Gyro Feather grunts and tries to pull his beak away as she forces the dry wad of papers against his beak. Thinking he's got it enough away, he begins, "But---mmmph" The harsh dry wood pulp is pressed inetween his beak, sticking to his tongue and scratchign at the flesh inside. The bird takes an involuntary gulp, dragging more of it inside, though the tasteless dry wad acts as a wonderful gag. His wings flare beneath her, pressing up against her hips as he attempts to throw her off now, worry rising in his motions.

00:25 Professor Finch only leaned in more, very content in her weight advantage against her soon-to-be-digested pupil. "Well? Better start eating, before I change my mind," she scolded him testily.

00:29 Gyro Feather coughs around the pulpy wood as it sucks the moisture right out of his beak and squeezes his eyes shut. SLowly he begins to chew it up with his beak, forcing his way too slow salivary glands to help him lube them up enough that he can deal with it. He's feeling a little short of breath as he chokes on it, and owrks furiously to get it down. Finally there are a couple painful swallows before he manages to clear his beak, and is subsequently left panting for air.

00:35 Professor Finch tut-tutted. "So slow, little Gyro. It's almost like you've never eaten something so large before. Luckily for me-" She wrapped her wings around him. "You're not the first student to ever get this treatment from me... Consider it an honor." Without so much as even a warning, she opened her beak to run her tongue up the side of his face, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. "You're not too bad as far as students go," she noted, before seizing some of his pinion feathers in her beak and tugging them loose, painfully. "Well, you aren't. Your feathers might be more problematic... I like my meals a little more digestible.~"

00:44 Gyro Feather finally manages to get his breathing undreneath his contorl as she scorns him and gives and quirks his eyes at her in confusion from what his teacher was saying. Were they going to have sex? He'd always found her a little attractive, and, at this thought, a grin begins to form across his beak. As she licks him, drawing off his succulent avian flavor, heightened by his fruity preening oils, he asks, "Oh...I cant say I havnt though about doing such things with you befo---Squawk!" His words are cut off as a feather is suddenly ripped from his wings with a snap. Bloody pits form in his skin where the vanes had used ot be, drawing a couple tears from his eyes. "M-meals?!"

00:47 < Professor Finch> Wh- She's already let the cat out of the bag that she's going to eat him, Gyro ))

00:47 < Gyro Feather> (Wait had she? dammit

00:47 < Professor Finch> Looks like maybe you needed those logs more than I Cx ))

00:48 < Gyro Feather> (Only sort of, Gyro thought it was a joke...and she confirmed. Disbelief is a powerful thing. I'm sure he'll be out of the disbelief going forward now though. :P

00:48 < Professor Finch> Sure, sure. ))

00:52 Professor Finch grunted, flipping Gyro over onto his stomach. "After I've made it so clear, you still can't bring yourself to believe it, hmm?" she teased him. "Yes, meals. As of right now, you. The lowest scoring individual in my class. A true birdbrain.~" She grinned, beginning to systematically pluck him, starting with his biggest feathers and working down to the smaller, more difficult ones. Each one would probably sting, but after a while it ought to fade... "Really, I'm not sure I'd see much a difference in your school performance between now and when you're coming out my ass," she snarked, insulting him snidely. "At least then you'll be doing some good to the world, maybe the trees could make some use of you."

01:01 Gyro Feather squawks and flails his lips as hes roughly manhandled over, exposing hi sback to the larger hungyr bird on top of him. "B-but....but I thought I was your favorite," he asked between a gritted beak, sucking in air each time one of those quills pulls free of his flesh. He fights agianst her grip at first, but after a while he's seemed to have worn himself out, resigned to call out each time one of those bunches of feathers pull free. "N-no...please....dont do this to me! I'll come in for extra study hours," he promises. His wings are left a bloody mess with the red oozing from each site where a feather was plucked free, while his lovely plumage is left strewn about the forest floor. Only his three pretty tailfeathers remian upon his body when she's done.

01:06 Professor Finch clicked her tongue disapprovingly at the sight. "That was sarcasm, my dear Gyro... If you even remember what that means, you daft little shit. [sub]Literally, in oh...[/sub]" She tilted her head, thinking it over. "I think it'll take you about... twelve hours to work your way through my system? You don't seem like much of a challenge." Her warm tongue came up the back of his neck as she prostrated herself over him, cleaning off the specks of blood and getting a good taste of his bare skin.

01:11 Gyro Feather had none of those lovely fruit flavors beneath his downy coat now that she'd pulled all of his feathers free, leaving the raw taste of poultry and sharp irony blood that leaked out across hi sbody. Bits of him were already starting to scab up as the blood clotted upon his form, adding a rough texture across his skin where teh quills had been previously. He certainly looked like quite a mess at this point without his pretty feathers. "No...please...please I'll work harder! I dont want to be shit...I'm not food." he protests weakly.

01:17 Professor Finch rested her head on his. "Oh... But to me you are. Nobody will miss you, and you were never any use. I think that's a perfect definition for food." Satisfied with her tasting, suddenly, her open beak came down over the top of his head, wet tongue pressing into the back of it. Like a warm, steamy sack over his eyes, suddenly he couldn't see, and he was being pulled back, his teacher pulling him in toward the back of her throat like an owl swallowing a mouse.

Then something caught, her throat muscles had a grip on the top of his head, and she leaned back, pulling him bodily off the ground and beginning to swallow, inch by painstaking, slimy inch.

01:21 Gyro Feather stares up into her eyes with a wild look of fear, drawing from him another token struggle, though their encounter had already left him too exhausted to really fight against his larger teacher. Instead of being able to respond, however, he instead sees up into her beak, showing off the deep dark tunnel for a moment, before it then shuts tight around hsi head, pressing into his bloody neck. After that first gulp, his beak is bound shut, rendering his protests to inarticulate muffles that hardly make it out of her throat. His hindlegs kick as he's raised up into the air, and his now useless wings flap, though nothing he seems to do gets him anywhere but another inch down her hot tunnel.

01:34 Professor Finch was finding him a nicely sized meal, a hearty helping of birdmeat but not too much trouble to get down. Indeed, once she'd gotten past the shoulders he was sliding in at speed, a few inches at a time with each strong [b]ghlk[/b] of her throat muscles around him, reducing him to nothing but a growing bulge in her stomach and frantically panicking talons outside her beak, his beautiful feathers disposed of at Finch's feet.

At last, his bare head would have met the bubbling surface of Finch's inner sanctum, a three-inch-deep pool of acrid acid, powerful enzymes, and the half-digested remains of the last poor soul to be down here, smelling vaguely of ferret. In fact, Gyro had only one ferret classmate... [b]had.[/b] It looked like he'd already been through here [b]well[/b] ahead of Gyro.

Finch folded her wing up before her beak, letting out a faint whuff of swallowed air in lieu of the rude belch others might be accustomed to. "Cozy?" she teased her prey mockingly. "I certainly hope you are, because your troublemaking friend feels like he's about ready to make his way out,~" she pointed out. "Hope you don't mind listening to me shit out your friend. After all, that'll be you in not too long!"

01:46 Gyro Feather flails his body around as he sinks down into her inch by inch in a long painstaking battle that seems to take many minutes. His form steadily bulges out in her gullet as more of his body dispears behind that beak, no matter how much he might try to get free. His wings press out to the sides of her throat, while his sharp talons attempt to grip upon the edge of her beak, but it all seems futiel as every gulp draws him deeper inside.

At last, his head pushes down into her stomach where the stomach churning stench of bile fills his beak and stings at his nose and lungs. A few swallows later and he plunges down into the liquid tiself, getting a beak full fo the biting sour juices that leave him sputtering hwen he finally surfaces. As more of his body presses in to the gut, he squelches against the half digested lump of meat, shattering it into pieces and cuasing the skeletal remains to poke out against his form, opening up small holes for the acids to bite into. "N-no! That was Yenith wasnt it?" He calls out plaintively. "He was my friend!" His heart sinks at that next call and he only gives a couple kicks against the walls of the belly in response.

01:54 Professor Finch giggled in amusement, a hearty [b]thump[/b] from her wing against her stomach being the only response. "That he was, although he's hardly anything much identifiable right now," she concluded with a shrug. "With the two of you gone, my class will look so much better. I might even finally get that grant money I've been vying for for so long. Won't that be nice?" Suddenly, the goo around him was splashing, his predator making her way into the seclusion of the woods for some private business.

Whatever Gryo had felt, it was only a tiny leftover piece of his friend. The rest of it had long ago made the lengthy journey through the teacher's bowels, and Gyro was treated to the surreal experience of Finch's intestines groaning, gurgling, and the sound of thick logs of digested Yenith sliding out and plopping against the base of a tree. "Phew. Your friend smells no worse for wear, I assure you," she mocked him as she started to wipe, using leaves like a true outdoorsman... bird.

02:00 Gyro Feather is jostled around by the sudden thud of her wing against her belly, and before whimpering softly. Already he can feel the tingling of her juices against his fur, while all across his upper body the spots that had once been feathered felt liek they were on fire from all the uncovered open wounds the poor gryphon now had. Inside the chamber he was sweating from teh heat, made worse by his constant struggling. "N-no! This isnt right...wheh my parents...." he protests as he's sloshed back and forth from her motions, which leave him haivng throughly pupled what'd remained int he belly.

When Finch comes to a rest, he winces as he hears the noises coming from outside, alon with the increasing pressre as she contracts her diaphram to deal with the wastes. Blasts of gass and soft groans are the loudest noises he can hear, and he can feel the muck shifting in the large intestin through the wallls of the stomach. Each log taht falls brings a whimper to the bird as he's listening to the humiliating remains of his friend.

02:03 Professor Finch Despite her increased weight, Finch still managed to take to the air, finding it only a little more difficult than normal, and perching in one of the top branches of an oak tree, a satisfied smile on her face. "Now, I know it'll probably sting a bit-" She gave her belly a little jostle, just to rub the digestive juices in a little more, "but try not to make too much noise, dear. It'll be all over soon enough, and you'll be joining Yenith again! Aren't you excited?~" she proposed smugly, resting on her back at the top of the tree.

02:05 < Gyro Feather> (Hmmm how do you like yoru digestion anyways?

02:07 < Professor Finch> Just do whatever you like, Gyro~ ))

02:07 < Professor Finch> I'm up for just about anything right now. ))

02:10 Gyro Feather tumbles around from the shifts in gravity brought on by the bird's flight, ensuring he's well and truly mixed with the juices, before suddenly his weight settles in once more against a tree branch. He can feel it too, pressing up against him as her gut sags on either side of the support, and he attepts to force himseof off one side to unseat her. And yet, it feels like she's toying iwth him too, pressing against his body and sending him rolling around inside of her. His lungs burned as he took breaths of the sparse air, while his beak ached just as much as the rest of his form from her juices. Open welts began to form upon his flesh, growing deeper and revealing muscles beneath as her belly eagerly rolls around him. "N-no....It hurts! You've got to let me free! Please!" He whines inside of her, though his noises are muffled by her belly.

02:15 Professor Finch shook her head curtly. "By this point you wouldn't even make it far, Gyro." Her stomach gurgled around him, and she rubbed at it pleasantly, massaging the digestive sack as it ate at her meal. "Face it, you're food. Worthless, useless food who'll just be another bit of fat on my thighs for more worthy students to get thighjobs from."

02:18 Gyro Feather protest for as long as he can, though his words grow more indistinct and slurred as bloodloss from his dissolving body takes effect. Skin gives way to fat, which gives way to muscels, and finally white bones, leaving him increasingly weakened and unable to fight back. After a while, his stomach finally burts open during one of her squeezes, spilling his guts into her chamber and allowing the uices to rush up and get to his heart. At this point the life flees his body, and he falls slump, just a hunk of meat for the bird.

02:25 Professor Finch listened to the delicious symphony of gurgles and groans... But she wasn't even awake by the time Gyro's struggles finally went limp. Her stomach worked diligently through the night, mashing muscles, dissolving fat, softening bone... Gyro's remains, along with what little remained of his friend, was finally pushed through the exit with a loud [b]squelch[/b], to be robbed of nutrients and excreted in the morning.

The sun began to rise, waking Finch. She yawned tiredly, and rolled over, her body's response being a cacophonous gurgle around her student's remains. "Ugh... Birds never last long," she lamented as she glided down from her perch.

Scavengers had already picked apart Yenith's remains, Finch noted, leaving nothing but a stain and strewn bits of fecal matter at the base of a tree. Not wanting to get near that, she took up her position at the edge of a babbling stream, and relaxed. Like his friend before him, Gyro eked out between the teacher's cheeks as thick logs with the odd feather sticking out, dropping into the stream with a [b]plop[/b] and floating away. Finally, Finch grimaced, the last bit catching for a moment, before Gyro's bleached skull, filled with digested brain matter, squeezed out to roll down the bank and away with the current. "Bye, Gyro,~" she singsonged, waving playfully before taking to the sky to make her way home.

02:27 < Gyro Feather> Mmm that was fun~