Preening to Cleaning

8 July 2018

09:24 < GyroFeather> If an izz was feeling a might bit peckish~

09:28 < Izzy> Not sure atm aaa

09:28 GyroFeather looks up into that AAaaaing maw! Its pretty!

09:29 Izzy Does curl up around though to groom and preen under their beak.* - w-

09:30 GyroFeather coos softly and pushes up into their beak as they preen her, very much enjoying the sensation.

09:31 Izzy Blushes a little at the pushing, tugging at the other gryphon's down softly as they work on cleaning them for just a moment,

09:32 < GyroFeather> EDIT: _coos softly and pushes up into their beak as they preen him, very much enjoying the sensation._

09:33 GyroFeather shivers softly and fans out his wings for the larger bird to get too. While his smelly oils are a day old, there's still some faint hints of the fruity mixture upon his feathers as her tounge drags against them.

09:35 Izzy would bump her beak up under those wings, cleaning the other smaller bird for a moment before steadily pulling back; one talon pressing to his side as she tilts her head to one side.* "Gosh.. you're so mucky.."

09:38 GyroFeather huffs indignantly at that comment, shking his wings out and looking up at her with a glare. In a clearly insulted voice, he protests, "I am not. I preened and bathed this morning, and I'm very good about my hygiene. Its a point of pride for a bird to me to look good."

09:41 Izzy 'd pause for a moment, grumbling a little herself as she'd lean in with forrowed brows. Her large beak bumps up against his side and her tail swishes along the ground below.* "Perhaps you missed some! No need to flip out at me!"

09:45 GyroFeather takes a deep breath, and then lets it out as a low groan, trying to calm himself back down. He turns to meet her beak, bumping it with a soft click and shrugs. "I suppose maybe somehow..."He responds, unconvinced. But, he then does fan out his wing once more. "But keep it up please~ It feels really nice~"

09:48 Izzy would grunt just a little and rub her beak under that smaller male's wing to start grooming for a little longer before she'd stop to raise up with a curious glance to the other side.* "Ah.. maybe I could, though.. I have a brighter idea.." *She'd murmur and rumble out, raising her head up as one fore-talon presses up a little close; dragging the back of such across the male gryphon's cheek.

09:52 GyroFeather relaxes once more as his eyes fall into a half lidded look of enjoyment as her beak carresses her feathers. When she stops he focuces a lazy eye upon her, with a grin on his beak. Meanwhile, his tail flits back and forth over Izzy's back slowly, and his crests are flattened in full relaxation. His ceek fethers twitch at her sudden carress, drawing otu a soft purr from his chest. "Mmm and what is that?~" He asks softly.

09:55 Izzy 's thick black tongue slowly draws out to run across her beak at the question, the muscle visibly dripping and dribbling with viscous avian drool for just a moment before she'd lean just a little closer. Both talons grip quite firmly at the other, wrapping around and pinning the smaller gryphon down before her beak yawns open to provide view into the slick abyss beyond; bathing their face in her warm breath briefly before she draws her tongue up across his cheek, matting the feathers under the thick muscle.* "Perhaps a thorough cleaning'll help..~"

10:02 GyroFeather tilts his head to the side curiously as he waits for her to respond, unperturbed by the tighter grip she has of him and by the licking of her beak. He finds himself now staring down the black fleshed, glistening throat of the other bird while the hot meaty breath blasts out, rufflinghis facial feathers. He's not ye tlinked two and two together though, and as her tongue darts out to sample upon his form, he chuckles softly. "Mmm yes, I think I could get behind that~ I just love that beak against my feathers~"

10:05 Izzy nods. "...I'm sure..." *She'd mutter out, taking a few moments to sample the meat before her before pulling herself up close. That beak soon finds itself wrapping over the other's, and not long before she'd lunge with her intent clear by then. Her talons keep him held quite tight to herself as she started to work her beak over that head; black flesh wrapping around the other as up her throat rolls that acrid scent of half- digested fish and poultry, starting to choke down the smaller bird inch by inch with already some visible progress outside~*

10:14 GyroFeather smiles as she leans in and opens his own beak, thinking she's coming in for a kiss. Her beak wrapping around his didnt concern him at first, as he tries to fish out her tongue with his own, but then, he feels, and sees it dart forward. That dark beak darts forward, wrapping up around his crown, and forcing the tip of his beak down into the dark ring at the back. Saliva breaks over him, inundating his feathers with thick drool that mats them down to his head. And then, as she gulps, drawing himself a little deeper into that suddenly open tunnel, everything clicks into place. Muffled noises issue from beneath her feathers as he protests his predicament , though as he moves his claws, he finds Izzy has them secured fast to his body. THe gryphon squirm sin place, attempting to break free from his predator.

10:15 < GyroFeather> (I do so hope there's goop of some othe rfood in her crop or belly already~

10:20 Izzy 's prey's squirms are met with quite firm squeezes, gripping and kneading from both her beak and her own talons. She'd swallow messily, rocking her head forward each time to draw in inches at a time - being quite the drawn out process, though that didn't make anything better for her prey for certain. That horrid stench continued to drift up her throat and as she worked down those shoulders, that was when the other began to make way into her tight crop. He'd be forced face-first into previous meal's mush and slop, the stench fairly potent inside that first chamber, though more pungent and vile odor squeezes through the tight sphincter leading further down. The larger gryphon takes seat once her meal was securely in place, keeping both talons around them to keep them pinned as she worked over that delicious, fruity flavoured chunk of meat~

10:29 GyroFeather feels that beak part his feathers with each swallow, drawing a line down his back where the sharp tooth passes against him, painful, but shy of drawing blood. He feels like he's been trapped in this hellish vacuume tight tube of flesh for ages, even though its only been a minute as its hot grossness presses in all around him, inundating his body. Already the parts of him in her gullet are starting to sweat, adding the the liquid around him, and yet having no effect at cooling him off in the humid heat. Soon enough enough, he feels a squelch as he puches down into her chest, entering that first chamber. He's not quite sure what' he's pressing into, but at least it doesnt seem to be meat based on the considentcy. THe awful smelling goop, tainted by its time in her crop happens to get up into his beak, yeilding him a taste of her lunch as he fights. THe bird sputters it out, and as he breaks the surface, finally calls, "Spit me out! What are you doing?!" Now that he has some room.

10:41 Izzy doesn't seem to hear - or rather, didn't want to hear. She'd just continue to swallow, lurching more of her beak across the smaller bird's body as she draws their torso through before long, squeezed between those squishy and stretchy muscles that continued to hold her prey within. One talon slowly draws from her prey to her throat's bulge as her beak manages past those pinned talons, still keeping her other against their side. As more of him began to slide into that spongy interior, growls from her stomach would begin to roll up her system to the other avian trapped inside her crop. It only grew more ominous the further he plunged inside that black fleshed interior..~

10:42 < GyroFeather> (So...what'd she eat btw?

10:44 < Izzy> (Fruits, fish, perhaps other birds too~)

10:50 GyroFeather presses further against the gritty texture of the slop inside, feeling some distinct lumps against it, though ased on his mouthful it was fairly sweet...perhaps a mash of fruit? The soft spines of fish poke against him too he starts to realize as he finds more of his head sliding through the muck. Soon enough though, he's starting to curl up, creating a definite bulge beneath her chest feathers while more of him slips inside. "Th-This is disgusting! You're dirtying me, not cleaning me!" He calls out, still gagging on the stench which he doubts he'd ever be able to get used to. Those growls only serve to frighten him further as they add to the concophony of other noises, including her thumping heart and slow breaths. At least it was likely the slop would sate that belly before him. His hind legs wheelbarrow in the air, useless, while his trapped claws and wings press out against th eflesh.

10:56 Izzy 'd watch those legs before her kick fruitlessly at the air, giving a sly nudge against them under a talon's digit before her head rocks back and she starts to swallow with more defined sounds. The squishing squeezes against her prey's torso tug him inwards, before he'd feel those hinds slip past her beak before long, feeling her tongue draw across the very sole of them before they're pushed behind her tongue to slide through like any other meal. As she traces that formly bulge on her neck, she'd slump back a little.. letting her little bird settle for just a minute before the sphincter leading deeper in steadily opens. He's pushed through rather forcefully, squeezing down the narrow passage further into her system following the slop build up too. Deeper he plunged.. though the odor definitely didn't get any better. Her stomach was still working down remains of her last prey; seemed like he was in for quite the lengthy ride with the cruel mistress as that repugnant stink continued to seep into his senses~

11:04 GyroFeather finds himself growing increasingly cramped in that crop now, as more of his body slips on in, leaving a definite set of bulges beneath her feathers at the base of her chest, following the contours of his body. When the pace suddenly picks up after she takes his hinds in, he lets out another frightened squeal, while the gullet compacts him further agaisnt the other muck in the crop. The flavore changes slightly as she reaches his feet, finding them to be musky and earthy from being walked upon. The bulge laughs involuntarily from the breive contact with the soles and bewteen his toes, before one final swallow seals him away. "P-please! Please spit me out! Its so foul in here! I thought you wanted to clean me!" He calls out, pressing a leg out against the claw that's gently carressing him from the outside.
The gut contracts deeper around him now, pressing almost painfully against his body while the hole at the end opens up. His head pushes past, greeting him with a stomach churning stench of bile and digesting poultry, now completely undiluted with the sweet fruit smells. It gets even worse now as he starts to press agaisnt the entrance to the belly beyond, where he can hear it gurgling eagerly._

11:13 Izzy would stretch as she feels her prey push from crop to stomach, helping it along with a few swishes and sways before slowly coming to rest on her side; curling up whilst nudging the formly bulge that squeezed into her stomach. The eager churning inside pulled at the bird for a moment before he'd find another tight squeeze and push helps coax more of that unwilling form of his into that 'welcoming' stomach of hers. Following would be a light hiccup from her, giving her stomach a nice lick across before resting to listen to it's interior contents - whether that be gurgling, screams, or a mixture of both.*
"...I thought you wanted to be cleaned? Is my help not good enough?" *She'd ask, giving a rowdy rumble in turn before kicking out a hind.* "It's thorough. I promise it won't miss a spot.. never does~"

11:23 GyroFeather 's head breaches the entrance to that belly in short order, where the full force of the vile scent overwhelmed his senses, and left him queezy. Even before his face is pressing down into the oily acid, he feels himself start to heave, wretching up his mostly digested lunch from before in a series of heaves, no doubt audible to the gryphon who'd consumed him. Before he's even finished adding his own acids to her belly, his face pushes up against onther form, this one far more goopy and melted, and honestly pretty far gone. If not for the beak he brushed against he wouldnt have known it was another bird. The thick sludge presses all around him, filling every crevice of his body as it slides in. His larger form too, manages to clean out the crop for the most part, drawing the fruit and fish in by the friction ofhis passing. Her mocking voice rumbles around him, sounding far louder in her body. "N-no! This is not cleaning! I like my fur and feathers, my body!"

11:28 Izzy rumbles, "Ah.. too bad.." *She'd roll her eyes and stretch once more, causing her stomach to squeeze around her prey for a moment before rolling onto her back - beak open, talon to that stomach bulge. She'd draw her digits into that outside pent, lidding her eyes as her squeezing only started to massage that acid into her new prey-toy's fur and feathers, seeping below to begin work at the flesh underneath too. It caused quite the sting here and there, especially around the more sensitive areas, and as sort time passed, that acid level began to raise little by little.* "It'll be a hassle coughing it all up, but the extra weight and meal's worth it..~ Enjoy your last few hours, hon~" *She'd tease out, giving a mocking purr as she squeezes her stomach tight and rough, tail wagging below~*

11:41 GyroFeather couldnt escape the hot oily sensations of that gut squeezing the belly muck against him, working it between his feathers and against his flesh, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. Suddenly the bird finds himself beneath the fluids when eizzy rolls over, leaving him scrambling to the surface, and spitting out more of that burning fluid that seeped into his mares and between his beak. He's shivering in fear, and his chest heaves in and out with exhaustion, worn ffrom the fighting and the heat. He notices that his tailhole and sheath are on fire now though, and his claws move down to somehow protect it, though that, of course, is rather futile. The squeezes press him up against the form of the other creature, causing it to burst in a soft squelch, spreading sharp loose bones around the chamber. He shouts in frustration nothing in particular.

11:47 < Izzy> (I should get food aaaa)

09:01 Izzy would rumble softly and lid her eyes as her meal began to scramble against those walls; futilely pushing against those slick muscles as she'd continue to knead into that exterior. Her eyes close, and she'd run both talons down to grope under her stomach.. holding it up just a little before letting out a lewd growl of satisfaction... just feeling that male inside push around for dear life was really something..! It's not long before more of that acid began to burn into that exposed flesh here and there... and a few belches would only help squeeze that fluid deeper too~

09:09 GyroFeather squawks out in pain as her stromach now squeezes agianst him, forcing those now exposed sharp bones into his form. The other partially digested bird's ribs are forced into his flesh, burrying themselves deep enouhg to expose raw flesh beneath his skin. His eyes sting and burn while the new holes feel like they're on fire. Already his sack is starting to give way to the juices, while feathers and fur are rubbed off of him in droves. He fights hard inside there, however, leaving little lumps in her belly while she pushes back against him. All around him, he can hear the sounds of her body, the squelching stomach and thumping heart, blocked out by loud belches. Each one forces him to compact further, causing the other meal's bones to leave more gashes upon his form.

09:20 Izzy 'd enjoy that fight while she could, rolling her tongue across her beak and even listening those sounds her stomach generated before slowly kicking out her hinds. Her hind paws curl just a little, and she'd give a soft rumble once more.. letting her stomach work it's duty on her meal as it should.* "Perhaps I should sleep... gonna be a long night for you, hon..." *She'd state, a tired purr rolling up her throat before she'd roll onto her front. That stomach would squeeze under her weight.. forcing him into an even more uncomfortable state than he already was... and resting on her forepaws to relax; hips gently grinding against that full gut regardless to help coax it along faster~

09:33 GyroFeather 's entire body vibrates as the gryphon begins to purr around him, filling his ears with her pleasure, and to that noise he adds his own cries of pain and frustration. His paws and talons have started to lose their flesh, exposing the raw white bone beneath and lessening his control of his struggles, much as he tries to fight her. When she shifts to roll over, forcing her weight down on top of him, he finds himself nearly completely burried in her jucies, with only the tip of his beak sticking into the putrid, yet breathable air that exists in her belly. He coughs hard. "N-no...please...please let me go!" He begs weakly as his entire body feels like its on fire, burning away.

09:43 Izzy 'd rumble and shrug.. doesn't really seem like she heard much of that begging outside of the usual bubbling gurgles and glorps that escape her prey filled stomach. With a lengthy yawn, she'd soon shift to ready her snooze... hips still pressed firmly against her gut as an extra weight for them, and her tail swings to and fro.. enjoying those last wriggles before she'd finally manage to drift to sleep. Regardless; sleeping or not, her stomach continued to burn and melt down her prey like nothing more than food inside that hot sauna...~

10:01 GyroFeather Gasps as he hears the slowing of her heartbeat and her breathing, tell tale signs of the fact that she's falling fast asleep, leaving him to the hell hole of her body. Unfortunatly, it seems like he's going to last a fair amount of time in here too, as her gut works on him agonizingly slowly, brought to an even slower pace by the already thickened chyme from the other bird who seemed to share his same fate. Over the course of an hour, skin gives way to muscles, which gives way to bones, showing white and painless upon his body as his nerves have burned away. His eyes have melted from his sockets, and his balls have fallen away to join the soup. Its not until the second hour though, that his core finally dissolves enough that his belly burts, spilling his essential organs out into the muck. Here, there's a couple final twitches, before the bird is left as a lifeless hunk of meat, for her body to dispose of as it will.

10:01 < GyroFeather> (people were too close to my comp xP

10:02 < GyroFeather> (I shall await your lovely finisher, a merging of two birds into one pile ~

10:26 Izzy sleeps around him. It's still an agonizingly slow time to last inside that stomach - even unconcious, her stomach worked that chunk of meat and bone slowly into chyme as she slept. It's of course a long, lengthy food induced coma for the larger avian. That outside bulge would steadily round out underneath her weight, and unknowingly the lass would grind against it in her sleep only to help her body out. All the mess inside her stomach would push into her system before long - bones, feathers, fur and the like all slipping into the large gryphon's bowels to be disposed later.. leaving the gryphon to enjoy the last of her gurgle-filled sleep. It's hours later before she'd wake up.. a little chubbier around the middle and back - all thanks to her last night's prey.
With a stretch, a yawn, and a thankful sway.. she'd stand up with a light groan. A belch would bring up a few stray feathers, though she'd quickly take walk to find somewhere a little more secluded than an opening in the forest. Her pot-bellied stomach sways a little with it's extra girth, and she'd keep her head raised proud as she saunters through - making her way elsewhere before scooting herself into the deeper depths of the wilderness. She'd dig up some ground with her back paws, making a big enough hole for herself to squat over and mark - beginning to push a little and heave.*
With just a little effort, she'd begin to offer the ground that manure she'd worked so hard on overnight - pushing out broken logs filled with bones, feathers and fur. It takes a little time, though it's not long before she'd pass the largest pieces out. Those two avian skulls squeeeze neatly out of that rectum of hers - tail raising a little more to make room for them before they're discarded and dropped among the pile of waste she'd made from their remains. With a huff, a scoot and a rumble, she'd push the dirt back over to form a little mound - nothing visible of her prey left other than the curves on her body as she'd quite happily take flight; off to find more food for a new day~