Gryphons Like Their Fish Dogs

4 July 2018

02:39 GyroFeather nomphs on Vapizzeon~

02:40 < Vapizzeon> Ack 'w'

02:40 < GyroFeather> whatcha gonna do about it? 😄

02:41 < Vapizzeon> I'm too tired to resissst muchhh

02:41 < GyroFeather> then...I guess you're destined to be bird foods~

02:42 < GyroFeather> gurgled away and left as a mess~

02:42 < Vapizzeon> >//<

02:43 Vapizzeon Weakly pushes at that beak

02:44 GyroFeather opens his beak wider as she shoves, instead causing her to slip deeper rather than pull away.

02:45 Vapizzeon Squeaks just a little - kicking her legs in surprise as she starts to give a tired squirm.

02:45 < GyroFeather> (Whatam I eating at the moment? 😛

02:46 < Vapizzeon> (up to you. Vaporeon is what I've been playing for a while now)

02:47 < Vapizzeon> https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/310846557178167316/463974201204932608/Vapizzeon1-2.png

02:47 < Vapizzeon> https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/310846557178167316/463974201653592064/vappyboihair.png

02:47 < Vapizzeon> https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/310846557178167316/463974201653592065/Vapizzeon2-1.png

02:47 < Vapizzeon> https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/310846557178167316/463974202391658497/paraflinch.png

02:50 GyroFeather 's tongue darts over her soft, dark scaled flesh as her crown and her forepaws sink up into hte hot tunnel of his gullet. Warm drool slips down her body, lubing up her already smooth scales. His claws wrap tight around her form, clutching her pudgy body against his pink feathery chest.

02:52 Vapizzeon 'd give a few more tired kicks and whines; starting to rumble in panic as she attempts to pull out again. For a predator - catching her both off guard and half awake was probably the best time. Her soft, slick body only made it easier to pack her away~

02:56 GyroFeather 's beak begins to cause the frills to fold flag against her neck as the jaws creep down ever further over her. With her muzzle burried in the darkness of his throat now, she can smell the acrid fishy scent of bile and pasat meals on his breath, and it only gets stronger th emore he swallows. HIs beak clasps against her shoulders, holding her tight an dpreventing her withdrawl. Her head leaves a large lump in his throat now, beneath her feathers, and shifting deeper with each passing second.

02:59 Vapizzeon , Being so deep within that tight hold already, would whimper and whine. This was not how she expected her morning to go! She'd continue those futile pushes and tugs; giving a disgusted cough as that stench rolls up her nose.* "P.. please stop.." *She'd try to ask; though probably muffled by the soft flesh tight around her~

03:03 < Vapizzeon> (Also forgive me if I disappear. I have a customer service course to attend.)

03:03 < GyroFeather> (Awww 😦

03:04 GyroFeather cant really hear more than odd noises coming from his throat as he gulps around his meal. Each roll of the muscles drags her further inside, until now, her head is begining to push into the bird's crop. Here she finds a little more room, though certainly it'd become tight soon enough. He raises his beak to the air now, and uses his talons to guide her inwards, while gravity works to his advantage. The slippery muscles squelch against her form in long motions, forcing her to start to curl in that crop.

03:09 Vapizzeon would squeak softly as her head began to push into that soon tight chamber - giving a bit more of an energetic push around; though not enough to start squirming herself out. She'd grit her teeth and whine, trying to push those slick walls that started to cling to her away, giving some motion to that outside bulge too~

03:14 GyroFeather presses the vaporeon up against her own bulge, causing her to feel her motions through the streched mass of feathers as she fights for freedom. On top of the thumping fo the bird's heart, and the ominous gurgling of the belly beyond, she can hear him even begining to purr as her very fishy taste pleases his tongue. The tip of th ebeak pushes down Into Vapizzeon's fat belly, developed from many prey, leaving an indentation and parting the fur. One talon fishes upon her tail and shoves hard, squelching her till her hips slide between his jaws.

03:18 Vapizzeon 'd plead and beg unheard; giving more panicked pushes and squirms as she feels her stomach squeeze between that beak. It was still a little mushy and sloshy from her last night's meal; though nothing alive itself was left in there. Her tail reflexively tries to swing once those hips were pushed in; giving a few light tired kicks.* "N..no more! Please! S-stop!" *She'd plead once more, clenching her soft paws against the crops inside flesh.

03:23 GyroFeather had no intention of turning away his breakfast at this point, as it streched out his beak and expanded his chest. He does, however, finally let loosen the sphincter at the edge of the crop. Upon the next gulp, his tongue finally manages to roam between her crack, drawing up and down the supple, muscles and licking at the hidden goodies inside. Down below the creature's head squelches past the end of teh crop, and into the stomach, where the air grows instantly far more sour. This was where the real magic happened.

03:26 Vapizzeon The Vaporeon would shudder as the ring beyond her current prison opened up. She'd scream a little; though even that would be muffled beyond the birds pelt and flesh; squirming uncontrollably as that between her hinds were lapped at. She started to thrash as her head sank into the gut beyond - but for how long? It certainly wouldn't be much time now before she was just seafood to the smaller bird~

03:27 < Vapizzeon> (course starting in 4. You can finish up now or later if you'd wish <3`(

03:27 < GyroFeather> (Might have to do later...am gonna pass out soon really

03:27 < Vapizzeon> (alright :3)

03:28 < GyroFeather> (Its uhhh....330

03:31 < Vapizzeon> (sleep well ~~and full~~~)

08:17 < Vapizzeon> (waiting for bus home)

20:21 < GyroFeather> (sorry been busy all day. I'm assuming you'll zzzzz soon?

01:42 < Vapizzeon> (was sleeping yes!)

11:49 < GyroFeather> (up for continuing?

11:49 < Vapizzeon> (Sure c:)

12:19 GyroFeather wraches up around her tail and hind paws and forces down hard, pressing them between his beak with a massive squelch. The gryphon closes his eyes and throws his head backwards as one final massive gulp forces those to vanish from his beak. Her slippery scales make for an easy passage down his throat, which he traces with his talon. The bird purrs loudly as she settles into a bulbous spot on his belly, adding to the noises of his burbling gut, and steadily thumping heart. He pats her snout, pressing it down below the surface of his belly for a moment before he lets it back up.

12:23 Vapizzeon Splashing and curling up within that tight cavern of flesh and burbling noise - her panic continues as those paws of hers finally slip and slide past that beak; whimpering with her current predicament. Her paws push around visibly, and she'd give a call for help... no one was around to hear though. Her paws shift here and there, swaying that outside bulge with her weight as she'd try forcing her way back the way she came in without much luck~

12:32 GyroFeather belches incredibly loudly as the air that had remained inside his stomach quickly vacates the chamber, causing the vaporeon to be entirely submerged in the casutic liquid, that bit at her scales. Of course, there was plenty of oxygen mixed in with the fluid to ensure that she'd have plenty of time to enjoy her fun. The stomach contracts around her, tightening and forcing those paws back up against her body. The liquid tingles against her body, and where it gets up into her nasals and other sensitive areas, it burns. Gyro coos and flops onto his back, sending his food tumbling within him, as he tries to get comfortable.

12:37 Vapizzeon inside gives a light gasp as that space tightens - finding herself swimming in the fluids before long. Her cheeks already began to burn as she'd fail at pushing out; being interrupted a few times before her eyes widen. That pain sank in and with it so would her adrenaline. As her predators rolled and flopped his back, that stomach jostles a little with muffled activity - screams and pained pleas escape

12:37 < Vapizzeon> the trapped lass as she tried desperately to coax some kind of gag reflex - in vain, most likely!*

12:47 GyroFeather has had plenty of fierce things go down to his belly, and has never once let any of it back up, no matter how hard it tried. Instead, the motions felt like a wonderful massage down in his bellyas she fought, tiring herself out. He couldnt even hear her screems now, as they had no air to travel in. As his gut rubs at her form, steadily it works to shed scales and eat through ehr more vulnerable parts. Holes are already appearing on the skin of her fins, leaving them like some grotesque swish cheese.

12:51 Vapizzeon 's squirms began to die down, while she'd begin paddling at the walls; whimpering in pain and terror as she was digested alive! Her cheeks sore; she gives a few weak kisses as her paws dab at the pained areas with a few winces.. sinking into that acid before long with both an irritated and scared bubbly gargle. She was far too exhausted to begin with, closing her eyes as she continued to give reflexive kicks towards the pain.

12:59 < GyroFeather> (how gurgly do you like? :D

13:00 < Vapizzeon> (as graphic as you can manage <3)

13:02 GyroFeather 's stomach acids finally manage to rise up around the poketreat in its entirety now, entirely encompassying her in the powerful juices that more than threatened to turn her into mush. Those cheeks finally lose their scales in their entirely now, exposing the tender msucles beneath there. All of her fins have been melted through, joining the thickening mush around her, and her tail itself is getting thin. Of course, the acids singe and cauterize the flesh, keeping the vaporeon from losing too much blood as the process continues. Her eyes are soon scaled over in white as the protiens in her eyes denature, and there's a strong scent of iron now mixing with the dank bile in her nose as it tears at her mucous membranes.

13:03 < GyroFeather> (good thing she can breathe underwater ~

13:06 Vapizzeon ,half digested, coughs and sputtered beneath that vile chyme, her squirming only getting active again as a last resort as she started to feel less and less herself. She didn't want to be food but by now it was too late; all she could do was delay the inevitable, blindly pushing around that dark pit with nothing but a few panicked squeaks and coughs. That scent that stuck in her nose didn't help much at all either!

13:10 GyroFeather could be heard snoring around his tasty treat now as he's finally drifted off to sleep, empowering his gut to get all the more active inside of him. It takes about an hour before there's too much progress, but now her bones could be seen in the thinner parts of her body. Bits of skull poke out from where her cheeks were, and muscles have been entirely eaten away upon her extremities and tail. There's no trace of the vaporion's scales left as she's left a hot mess of dissolving muscle and nerves, and yet there's still not enough damage to put her over the edge.

13:13 Vapizzeon would definitely be feeling a lot weaker - feeling like passing out though her body continued to fight. If she could cry, she would; though her body refuses. She'd mostly pad about in terror still; pawing at her face with whimpers as that acid continued burbling her softer and softer body away, losing most of that fighting power regardless.

13:17 GyroFeather 's gut continues to massage over her for the next hour, thinning out the mass of meat that coats her bones. Her belly is growing paper thin now, and her spine could be seen, if there was any light in there, and her eyes still functioned. The constant breathing of the fluid certainly was burning at her lungs. Finally there's a powerful squeeze and her stomach bursts open, spilling her intestines, stomach, lungs and other vicera into the belly juices. Her own stomach bursts open, spilling her vomit for her to swim among. She probably wont last long at this point.

13:22 Vapizzeon would gasp and grasp at her stomach as she feels it burn badly; the shock following having her cough up little more than blood to fill that stomach with, paddling very lightly within that vile chyme for no more than a minute before all stops - lungs doing nothing but work against her as she passed out; blood loss and shock both bringing her demise. Regardless - that meat was all her predators now... Nothing more than seafood~

13:43 GyroFeather Sleeps the rest of the time too, as his stomach finishes up melting Vapizzeon into a a slury of soup. The bird's digestive system was mercilous, and knew exactly what to do with seafood, even something as exotic as this. His gut steadily softens and then shrinks, leaving just the bones and scales behind in his belly. THose soon crunch and split as the muscles inside clench tightly, turning those leavings into a tight ball, and transfering that to his crop. The rest of her makes its way through his intestines, where some of her body is used up, but much of it continues on to thicken into a slurry.
When he wakes in the morning, he yawns, and stretches his body out. After a rubbing his eyes, he rolls to his belly and pops a squat right where he'd been laying. That tailhole relaxes and the first crinkled brown log begins to slide forth from his dark rump. It slowly creeps about halfway to the ground, before breaking and landing among the grass with a splat. He takes another deep breath and then grunts softly as he forces more of her out, plopping to the ground in smelly, nausea inducing lumps that steadily grow into a pile. No clues as to what he'd eaten seem to remain there, just an even brown, cut up with lumps. As he finishes, the bird lifts his hind right leg and lets out a stream of yellow, adding a musky pungent smell to the already foul odor that pools around the muck she'd left behind
Gyro finally has just one deed left to do. The bird closes his eyes and begins to cough. A talon cups around a bulge in his crop and he forces it upwards, wincing as the sharp bones scratch against his throat. "Ughh...stupide nonfeathered or furred things...always such a pain," he complains. After a little bit of working though, finally it crowns at the back of his gullet, and then falls to the ground. Saliva and stomach juice sprays out in a circle post impact, and there, in teh center, is a large mass of white bones, broken and contorted. Purple scales decorate the mess as well, giving some clue as to his prey. With that, the bird kicks it over into the pile of shit, and trots on, with a slight new sway in his belly.

13:43 < GyroFeather> What a lovely treat ~

13:45 < Vapizzeon> Huff <3 .////////.