Not a Bigger Fish

2 July 2018

17:31 < Gyro Feather> Thats a scary looking creature!

17:31 < Logan Bogbane> Pssssh, don't know what you're talking about.

17:32 Gyro Feather noms on one of their frills all the same

17:33 Logan Bogbane ahems.

17:39 Gyro Feather droools all over it.

17:39 Logan Bogbane starts drooling at the sight of fruit birb.

17:42 Gyro Feather snorts at him and bites more. "I got you first!"

17:42 Logan Bogbane blink blinks. "How's that gonna go for you?"

17:46 Gyro Feather shrugs and opens his beak wider still, this time taking in the entire frill as if to asnwer.

17:47 Logan Bogbane just sort of blinks. He's a pretty big critter, there's 0% chance this BIRD is gonna take him down.

17:49 Gyro Feather is pretty stretchy, if Logan didnt attempt to prevent him, he might be able to get him all down. THe gryphon suddenly opens wider and envelops his whole crown. His legs are wrapped around the mon's shoulders to keep him steady.

17:50 Logan Bogbane would not believe it. "Umm.... do you mind, like, not? You realize my stomach is bigger than you, right?" As things kept going though, the swampert was getting less and less sure of his current situation....

17:52 Gyro Feather finally forces his head down around the other's, in a heavy gulp. The rippling muscles pull on his flesh, dragging him dwon into the feathery throat. The stench of stale fish fills thier nostirls now, while the flesh of his beak muffles any protests he might make.

17:54 Logan Bogbane shudders at the intense stench of fish, reaching up with his arms to try and halt the bird from progressing any further.... Alright, he conceeds... The bird MIGHT be able to SOMEHOW fit him.

18:00 < Gyro Feather rolls d> 7

18:01 < Gyro Feather> (Unless you prefer one way or the other :P

18:02 < Logan Bogbane> (Just go for it <3 I don't get predated upon near enough.... Plus you're pretty good at doing it >_>

18:03 < Gyro Feather> (alrighty~

18:05 Gyro Feather rumbles gently around Logan's crown in pleasure, and gulps once more. This time he's neck deep in the bird, entirely shut off from the light, as those webbed hands reach up to press upon hi sbeak. He groans and takes it in stride, wobbling back and forth so that the digits slide up between his eager juaws. Drool trickles down thier already slimy form, easing the ability for the gryphon to take him ever deeper into that rolling tunnel.

18:09 Logan Bogbane seems fairly shocked that the bird was able to deal with his hands as well! He starts to panic slightly, the fish pushing out and shifting the weight of his body about to try and shake the bird off using gravity. "Mmmph!" He stumbles about, unable to use his arms for balance, and now completely blind! The taste of this creature is pure fish. Tastes likely from the scent of rotten fetid fish like the gryphon's last several meals. The stench only getting stronger as the swampert is ingested!

18:13 Gyro Feather graps hard onto the fish as he feels them shifting about, taking steps back and forth. Another swallow and the head is squelching deep inside of him, and forcing Logan to arch forward. Its at this point tha ttheir combined imbalance likely causes the fish to fall forward, against the gryphon, probbaly sliding further down his beak.

18:16 Logan Bogbane does wind up falling forward, and deeper, as a matter of fact! The thrashing swampert's feet kick and stomp at the ground, the poor fish trying to struggle his way free of the bird! His head no doubt pushes deep enough to reach the stomach, as the chest-deep swampert begins to wonder how this could possibly be happening. Yet, he can't help but.... feel something he hadn't expected... arousal?! No, impossible! This wasn't arousing in any sense! And yet, his member hardened quite a bit, seemingly without hesitation!

18:19 Gyro Feather muffledly squawks around the other's form from the sudden force, and its enough to not only force the head into his crop, but actually past it, down into his gurgling stomach. The smell inside is harsh and acrid, like vomit and bile, and the liquid inside feels oily, though fortunately there's nothing esle in there to speak of at the moment. Caught beneath the suddenly inverted prey, Gyro lifts his head up and cups his talons beneath the other's hips, darting his beak forward at a steady pace, feeling his gut starting to swell with food.

18:21 Logan Bogbane continues to make muffled "Mmph!"s and bumps as he keeps trying to thrash free, the fluid coating over his body. At the moment, there wasn't much to be felt.... the slimy film over the swampert's body would help keep the acids at bay.... if only for a bit... "Hlllmph!" his cries of desperation only met by loud glurks slipping his body bit by bit inside the chamber his head had entered, making for quite the tight situation... His legs continuing to kick and his muscles continuing to writhe.

18:25 Gyro Feather finally reaches up and cups his talons around the other's hips, causing a digit to slip down into the other's tail hole, while the others press down on that hardening member. As he recognizes it, the bird chuckles around his food. THen suddenly the tip was in reach of his tongue. THe slippery muscle curls all around it and lubricates it with slime of his own, running its bumpy texture over the sensitive flesh. Even with his teasing though, it seems like Gyro has no intention of actually slowing Logan's departure from teh world, as he sinks deeper, staring to curl inside.

18:30 Logan Bogbane begins to punch and bat at the walls, trying to find some sort of freedom, but only winding up in tighter confines as his body continues to descend... One good thing about the current situation, is that his deeply red cheeks are hidden from the bird as his toes curl and clench from the teasing to his shaft, and the prodding of his tailhole... No.... This was the worst possible thing ever.... His shaft would amplify the fishy taste quite a bit, not to mention the intense flavor of musk.... Certainly better than the digested fish the swampert was smelling in that acrid, noisy chamber....

18:34 Gyro Feather winces as he feels those toes forcing their way against the walls of the stomach, though they respond with a powerful clenching of their own, forcing him into a rather uncomfortable situation. That beak finally takes in his shaft in its entireity, surounding it in a hot warm breath that teased the cold blooded creature. The tongue swiped up over the balls now too, while his head pushes against the supple walls of his gullet. With Logan's hips now in his mouth, it certainly wasnt looking good for his prey.

18:37 Logan Bogbane continued kicking his feet at the ground, even as he was constricted from movement in pretty much his entirety, at least, that of which was in the stomach... His toes of his feet continued to clench, the hot breath and warmth of the gryphon around him making him involuntarily moan out more than once, though it would be difficult to differentiate from the other sounds of protest he made, drowned by stomach flesh and fluids. There wasn't a shred of hope for him to escape, escape the fate of being turned into another fishy meal by this gryphon....

18:41 Gyro Feather shifts around in the muddy earth beneath him, forced further into the muck by the prey in his gut's motions. He gives his belly a sharp thwack to help calm its motions down, while his beak darts forward. A couple more gulps and all that's left are just those clinching feet in his beak. After a cursory lick, those are gone too. He belches softly, causing the slippery sack to conract around logan, while he traces the descent of those legs., half wondering if they'll remain in his crop.

18:44 Logan Bogbane is packed in quite tightly with that stomach clenching around him, the thwack makes him whimper a bit, as he feels his entirety now enveloped in the feathery gryphon's warmth... From the outside, he had smelled of fruit... In here, it smelled like doom for anything fish-related... There was one relief the swampert had. His feet weren't crammed in to further tighten his confines, and indeed, they gave him room to kick still! His feet pressed out against the gryphon's crop, about the only movement aside from weight-shifting the swampert could do at this juncture.... He wondered just how long his natural defenses would protect him from digestion... "H-Hlllmph!"

18:49 Gyro Feather finally gets up onto his feet, though his paws sink deep into the swampy soil now, as he carries the weight of more than double himself. HIs belly drags down into the muddy waters as he begins to wander in the direction he remembres making his camp. The bird grunts and groans with each step, while the meat inside of him is sloshed back and forth. Occasionally the thusts of the foot would cuase the bird to cough, but other than that, the only response ever seemed to be the stomach clenching down over him, massaging more o fthat awful juice into him. The puddle grows deeper too, filling out with that sizzling fluid.

18:54 Logan Bogbane whimpers out all the while, feeling his body pressed into the ground, as if things needed to be any tighter! All but his feet were immobilized, as the kneading massage of that gut finally started to rub off some of his slime, mostly on his arms, at which point the struggling picked up once more, only from a light tingle... But that tingle was destined to get through his tough hide eventually, and when it did, things would be very grim inside that food pouch. Perhaps the swampert should curse his body's natural resistance to being digested.... It will just make it last much.... much longer.... The smothering flesh kneading against his shaft causes the swampert to let out another loud moan, the fish tearing up as he tries to fight off his fate....

19:08 Gyro Feather had managed to consume that pokemon in such a position that his shaft was at the lowest part of his belly too, meaning each step caused a long stroke of the slippery warm flesh against the member, though this also meant that it was burried in the caustic fluid. All around him, Logan could hear the rapid thumping of the bird's heart as he works to carry the weight of two creatures. His lungs breathe heavily as each step fights the suction of the mud. "How the hell do you even walk out here?" He grumbles aloud, little beads of sweat coming off his feathers. That exercise, of course, only made it hotter in his belly for his little occupant, making those acids all the more aggressive.

19:14 Logan Bogbane would have answered, but he was too busy, you know, fighting for his life. And also slightly being digested despite his fighting for his life. Each passing second exposing more and more of his flesh to the harsh scrutiny of those acids... Causing burns to occur, turning into spots of exposed flesh far quicker than the swampert would have liked! His body being broken down, as that pool starts to reach critical mass, leaving him almost no room to breathe, not that he had a lot to begin with! But suffocation was surely on its way for the swampert. The swampert then remembered something.... He could in theory breathe fluids.... His body would involuntarily be doing that soon.... Oh joy...

19:23 Gyro Feather lets out a massive belch all at once, purging his gut of the last of the air inside of it, and forcing Logan beneath the liquids. Even able to breath the liquid, it certainly would feel heavy to his body as the liquid thickened to sludge from his own dissolving flesh. They've been moving for near an hour now, and finally the gryphon sees his camp ground. THe pace suddenly picks up as he feels a burst of energy coming along, sending Logan tumbling inside, keeping everything an even consistency, while the walls of the stomach massage off what little slime remains. Finally the commotion stops as the bird flops down on the dry ground, glad to be out of th emud, even if he wasnt free of it.

19:27 Logan Bogbane tumbled and thrashed about as much he could, before giving up entirely. There was nothing he could do at this point, and all of his muscles were strained to their max. The distinct low content of oxygen in the acid would serve as little more than a life support line that Logan wished he didn't have The only oxygen in it at all had come from his own body earlier.... Now, submerged in the fluid, hardly able to twitch as the kneading muscles of the stomach started taking with it bits and chunks of flesh, the swampert's mind surging with pain, until he went quiet, no more than fish meat for the bird's digestive track...

19:41 Gyro Feather drifts off into a fitful sleep soon after as he belly continued the gruesome work of turning yet another fish like creature into the nutritious slurry his belly desires. All the while, he' stuck with that mud hardening onto his wings and fur. Throughout the night, his flesh melts away, leaving bones and sclaes behind as the rest of th emuck moves onward. THat belly shrinks down, as a curncing comes from it, moving all the leftovers to his crop.

By the morning the gryphon feels an impressive bloating against this tailhole. With a groan he gets up and waddles on over to the edge of the bog. His tail flags, and he relaxes the sphincter, allowing the first thick sludgy log to fall free from his butt, and splash down into the water with a plop. THe bird sucks in another deep breath and pushes once again, this time causing a long chain that hangs out almost into the water before it breaks and lands iwth a plop. The smell never grows any worse, however, as the bog water is quick to absorb the heavy pieces of shit, leaving them mixnig with th emud. By the time the bird is done, he feels considerbaly lighter, but there's no telling how much he really let out.

Finally, he turns and begins to hack and cough. The thick lump of fish bones and scales scrapes against his throat, leaving it feeling a little raw. FInally though, it peaks in a white lump, and then plosp down with a sploosh into the water, lost to the depths. With a sigh, he trots back to the main camp, and attempts to fan his wings. Seems however, that he's gotten soooo muddy that he'll have no choice but to walk back or wait for rain. This could be a dangerous journey.