Complete Lessons in Domming

21 August 2018

19:20 < Caibre> Decides to take revenge then and there

19:20 < Caibre> How would you want to vore him?

19:20 < GyroFeather> I'm an oral guy 😛

19:21 < Caibre> oral it is

19:21 < GyroFeather> he probably wouldnt actually care abotu sweet 😛

19:22 < Caibre> So eats him off the hanging spot

19:22 < Caibre> Graphic digestion?

19:22 < Caibre> Then adds Cairbre to one of his vases

19:22 < GyroFeather> Could do that~

19:25 < GyroFeather> Well, prey starts~

19:28 Caibre carried over the jostling mass of nylon and polyester restraints to the bed. Oranges, reds and blues, the zebragryph had a collective hue.* "So that's everything I have right now. If you're thirsty kitchen is that way. Otherwise, Let's get down to the lesson." *Cairbre sat down on his bed, eager to find out how to properly use all the restraints he had recently acquired. These he knew would survive better than any prey, while not failing or being painful to pass.

19:38 GyroFeather looks down at the mass of ropes that the hippogryph had sort of strewn on a tangle on the bed. A couple other objects too, some dildoes, a couple of large heavy stainless steel balls, lots of things to play with it seemed. The bird chews on hos beak for a couple seconds, pondering over the spread, before turning to meet Calibre's face with a grin. "Well...I suppose we can get started right away if you'd like! Start by putting your forelegs and hindlegs together for me~"

19:41 Caibre obediently holds out his limbs for the griffon. As the bird got close, he felt an odd prickle in his fur.* "Say, this may sound odd, but are you okay? You feel, off. Like somebody enchanted you." *Cairbre tried to broach the subject politely, but couldn't help but make Gyro aware of the many fetishes around the room. Small and inconspicuous, but now as glaring as if they were floor to ceiling statues.

19:48 GyroFeather raises an eyebrow at the stallion's question, and gives a shake of his head. He'd been a gryphon for far too long to know that no zebra could help him...or perhaps wanted to help him. "Its fine...really...you must be seeing things. " The bird grabs one of the colorful strips of rope and wraps it several times around those forehooves, before binding those against his chest, leaving the wings free. Gyro then makes quick work of Cairbre's hind legs, but this time he leaves quite a tether, before starting to hoist him up over a hook on the ceiling. "Just stay there for a bit, will you?"

19:54 Caibre asks "So that's it? Just wrap and tuck? Seems pretty easy." *Caibre dangled from the hoist, his dick popping loose and falling to wack his hinds. He looked under himself and gave a shrug.* "Well I guess it is kind of comfy like this actually. Feels great on the back." *Slowly he started to pivot in place, the room spinning by out of his control.*

19:56 GyroFeather chuckles at the stallion and shakes his head, grinning all the while. "I mean...I suppose we could just wrap and fuck...but where'st he fun in that?" He uses one talon to stroke up the side of Cairbre's face, while another one reaches for one of those large steel balls. Suddenly he teases the orb against the hippogryph's muzzle, trying to force it inside for him to swallow, and feel the heavy weight traveling up his body towards his belly.

19:59 Caibre protests "Wait those aren't for-" *Cairbre was cut off as he found a very different usage for what he had thought were simple weights. The hypogryph swallowed hard,t he cold steel making him shiver as the lump traveled. As it cleared his throat, the orb made him cough, the ball pushed backwards in the fit.* "What?" *He looked at Gyro, confused at what had just happened.*

20:04 GyroFeather snickers at that reaction and traces the lump as it rises up into his chest. "Arent those for what? You're lucky I didnt request for them to be chilled first I think. You're my sub, and well, that means I get to play with you as I like...or did you t hink this was just a tie and fuck sorta thing?" As the gryphon explains the situation he takes care to follow ball with ball, until he's shoved about 6 of them inside his gut, leaving them rattling together and feeling heavy inside of him.

20:07 Caibre hung there, his gut clanking of all things when he drew breath.* "I thought those were external weights." *The half stallion gave a burp as his stomach tried to better fit the notfood in him.* "And yeah, I guess I am your sub." *Absently an arm caught at its binding, the attempted gesture lost in the restraints.* "Just, curious what is going on."

20:17 GyroFeather grins and licks his hips, brandishing another ball, but this time not actually forcing it up into his charge's muzzle. "Oh, you know, just having a little fun. Every time you start to swing you're not gonna feel those bearings jangling around inside of you~ and, if you complain, I have more where that comes from, plenty to get you all filled up." Playfully the gryphon pushes on his form a little, causing him to swing and his belly to shift the orbs around. He stands up on the bed now, with one of those glass plugs. He gives the object a seductive lick with his tongue, before raising it up to wiggle it against that sphincter above.

20:24 Caibre 's eyes screwed a little at the push. It was not so bad compared to a pony, but the press on his skin was different. THe actual metallic grind was completely new and unexpected to not help matters.* "Uh shouldn't that be a little more" *He let out a long hizz as the plug he made got a product test courtesy of his rump. Cairbre got the idea that temperature play was a big thing for Gyro. He was just glad that he hdan't told the other bird what he had ahead of time. Putting these in the freezer was a terrifying thought. The plug was wiggled and pressed into his stretching ponut before it found its comfy spot and popped in to the base. Caibre took it up the ass better than when it first touched. He was used to having fun that way.

20:36 GyroFeather would have thust another bearing into his mouth had he stil been upfront at the time that the hippogryph had begun to protest. Pleasantly, he's surprised as he feels the glass plug slid in rather easily, and looks to find an even larger one on the bed. "Hmmm quite maleable indeed~ Its a good thing I've decided to rut your face then, you naughty little stallion~" Without bothering to take out the first, he presses with teh second, until the base of the original slides in past that sphincter, and the largest toy he has replaces its spot. All the while the bird extends his wings and tickeles across the sheath he could see before him, and could smell his heavy musk.

20:41 Caibre readies a protest before his eyes pinprick. The glass base presses hard on his flesh and briefly inverts his dark flesh ring before it pops in without a care. The second plug suffers little as it takes advantage of the gaped hole. Gyro finds a bit of pushing is needed to work both plugs in.* "I-" *He catches himself and settles for a gunt and moan about what just happened. His dick pushes out of the sheathe, the grey flesh springing to life from the touch of the warm soft mfeathers and the bowel breaking pressure. His musky sweat damped his fur, the smell coming loose as the balls began to drop.

20:58 GyroFeather chuckles as he hears the loud shlorp of the object giving way to yet a larger one, though...at that noise of protest, he wraps a ball up with his tail, and forces that against Caibre's muzzle. "Uh uhhh I said no protests~" He coos in a singsong voice. The wings continue to trace over the shaft as it gets more pronounced, and, once he finishes up the toy, he even briefly wraps the sensitive tip up in his tongue, helping to get it to its full length. The taste of the stallion's musky flesh was a delightful treat on his tongue, and at the thought of taking him all the way, his own sheath begins to sweall, poking free the light pink flesh once hidden, and just about the right hight for the pony's muzzle.

21:00 Caibre met Gyro's eyes and looked questioningly at the cock in front of him. A couple of eye waggles and the subby stallion just gavea lick, figuring that was the point. Cairbre flicked his tongue , pursed his lips and pushed forward.* (I dont know what sort of dick you have)

21:01 < GyroFeather> (Oh uhh standard gryphon style, pointed tip, knotted back, sometimes a couple barbs

21:04 Caibre 's greylips worked over the tip, gentlely sucking as he worked a sloppy blowjob. The tongue slathered forward. It left saliva as a sheen in its wake. The muscle flicking around as Cairbre tried to wrap where the knot was. The warm member was enough to get Gyro out and at attention, but left much to be desired.

21:10 GyroFeather wraps his talons around Caibre's back, holding him tight to the gryphon, where Gyro gives a thrust up against tha tmuzzle, forcing his entire sheath between the black grey lips, helping to coach his still hardening member out to its full lenght. The tip begins to poke up against the other's gullet, and soon the bird soon begins to press himself forward in a slow steady motion. "Ya, suck it good~" He coos. His claws grasp at the striped belly and squeeze it, right where the balls happen to lie, causing them to shift beneath his grip. His beak moves down one of the outstretched wings, giving i a minor preening cross his sensitive feathers. Though intermittently there's be a yank, tugging one or two out from the roots.

21:15 Caibre shivered and wiggled under the preening, It was passionate, intimate, and really hot. His wings fluffed and puffed, all to better expose themselves to his dom. The musk of the bird, rich and hard in his muzzle left his dick bobbing on its own. Sucking undulation, the tongue curling and working its waover the length in the mouth. It was a bit surprising how easy it was for Cairbre to act as a sub and not a dom. So focussed on sucking the dick he was, the belly grind was actually pleasent. It felt like Gyro was massaging some prey inside, the claws finding the space between the balls and pressing them apart. Then they would slide together once more, the flesh squeezed gently even with the talon gone.

21:26 GyroFeather finds himself workign ever closer to his climax now as his toy's tongue moves all over the slickened flesh that fills his muzzle, drawing out a low pleased moan from the gryphon. As he finds himself leaking pre, and the pressure starting to reach the point of tipping over the edge, the bird suddenly pulls out from Caibre's lips. Instead, he stands a little taller, wresting his weight on the ropes that hold the both of them, and then eases his lifted tailhole down towards his pet's tongue. The preening seems ot have stopped, leaving Gyro instead grinding into his chest alone, waiting for one final bit of stimulation.

21:29 Caibre is left panting. Huffs of cloudy ear come in short puffs that tickle Gyro's sack. He doesn't speak. The sub knows that would be an issue. He let's his tongue get to work. The muscle flips out again and starts slathering at the exposed pucker. We slick flesh meets greaed leather, the rump clean enough. Cairbre works it over and even down to the sack befor he kisses tight on the ass and pushes his tongue in. Internally the toy winces, quietly pleading that the dom didn't have plans for punishment.

21:34 GyroFeather shudders when that tongue runs over his fuzzy orbs, but the true bliss comes when the tongue darts its way up into his tensing starfish. It resists for a moment, before giving to reveal a clean musky interior, and the gryphon finds it prressing up against his prostate. There's a couple more thruts, before suddenly, he feels himself tip over the peak. Hot white cum spurts forth as Gyro's body tenses and collapses against Caidre, coating him in teh thick musky fluid. Loud moans spring from teh dom's lips as the sensations course through him, filling him with delight.

21:34 < Caibre> (anal vore?

21:35 < GyroFeather> (Nah...

21:35 < GyroFeather> (But if you feel like it, I'm sure you can insert a bit

21:40 Caibre felt the dom, his dom, fall back on his muzzle. For a moment it seemed like Gyro had caught himself when suddenly the bird butt started moving back again. Cairbre caught sight of his muzzle sinking between the fuzzy cheeks and felt more of the slick bowel sheen claiming his flesh. He reared back and jerked, the move a bit too far for him. Cairbre didn't expect to get eaten by an ass, and wasn't about to start. Muffled protests came from the temporary buttplug as more of Gyro slid back. Soon, though, the clenching slowed and Gyro came down from the afterglow. He tugged forward, not realizing what had happened as he popped off the muzzle. Cairbre was left with a stained muzzle from the far more intense than he had expected rim job. His mouth opened, but he hesitated about complaining, unsure what might happen.* "Sooo... Now what?" *He just let the question hang.

21:45 GyroFeather is still panting hard as he plants backwards on teh bed, bouncing the bucket of ball bearings and forcing them to spill against the depression he made. He lays there, panting heavily as his heart thumps in his chest. The words from the other creature nudge him back into reality though, and he slowly makes his way to where his head is positioned just below that of his treat. "Now...now you get to find out exactly what I think about Zebras and their kinfolk~" As if to answer the impending question, his muzzle gapes open wide, showing off the dark pink felsh at the back fo his maw that quivers with life. Little beads of drool run down his tongue, only to disapear down that very same when he swallows.

21:50 Caibre squeaks, "Huh, wait wha!" *Caibre finds his face caught in a different hole. One he was well used to sending ponies down. Grey fur turned near black as drool soaked in. Cairbre didn't fall intot he maw, Gyro simply pressed up and slurped along. Caibre jerked, wigggled and tried to fight back, but the restraints had been done very well. After all, he bought them for just this scenario. The chilling irony wasn't lost on him. His eyes passed the corner of the lips and then all cairbre could see was the soft flesh of the throat and the sphincter that lead right to the stomach. All he could do was whimper in fear at finding out just what it was he had done to so many ponies*

21:55 GyroFeather had only pressed upwards just enough to take that face into his warm beak to ensure that his meal wouldnt wiggle out of alignment, but once secure, he began to ease the rope downwards, letting Caibre inch in til his snout pushes against the back of the gryphon's gullet. There a first swallow takes him in, forcing his chin to make a sharp elbow curve into the neck which puffs out with his body's shape. With that, he's sealed entirely in the dark, though the sensations of the warm tunnel moving ever upeards around his boud body leave him with plenty to visuallize what exactly is happening to him.

22:00 Caibre winces. No no nonono. Cairbre's mind was racing. This had to be another trick, another play to the whole dom thing. He had just been almost shoved up an ass seconds before, so this must just be abother trick right. He was a good sub. Good subs didn't get turned into food and get shat out. Cairbre just went gently rigid, letting Gyro sculpt his muscles. No more fighting, just the sof nervous twip of the tawny tail as Cairbre felt the ropes get lowered. Its ropes, he is holding onto me, so it will be fine. Cairbre jus focussed on the fact that he wasn't going to become a bunch of anal beads on that rope. Right, just breathe in and. Cairbre huffed a chest full of acidic vapor and spasmed. THe coughing fit sent some of the bearings in his gut ahead of him. Their weight took them straight through and into the rapidly approaching stomach.

22:09 GyroFeather manages to get him in past his shoulders when suddenly a spasm forces one of those heavy steal balls down his system. He feels it sink heavily into his crop before getting rapidly pressed along due to its own weight. If his muzzle had still been free, he'd have made his prey eat another three just for that. Another couple squelches and Caibre is in up to his chest, folding his wings to his side and with his head pushign into the first sack in the gryphon's body, right at the base of his neck. Of course, while he was there for the moment, the bird certainly had no intention of holding him there for too long. His head would start to curl slightly as his body starts to join him in that first chamber, and, while the air was bad in here, it was nothing compared to what lied ahead. Curiously, Gyro's eyes glance up past his belly to see if that cock was still erect and dripping.

22:13 Caibre couldn't deny that the experience was in its own way thrilling. Here he was asking for help, only to be turned from a sub into a shitstain. Worse than that, he knew he was going to eb aware when the dumb dom shat him out somewhere. Shit. Cairbre just lost it as he tried screaming, but ended up a stangled hiss as his chest curled inot him in the sack. Outside, his arousal was on display. Gyro having all the time and control in the world to play with the leaking horse dick on display. it wasn't like the owner could say no to anything.

22:18 < Caibre> (think I will call it a night here

22:18 < GyroFeather> (alrighty~ Its going well so far 😄

00:42 < GyroFeather> (quote is 150 for the comic.)

05:32 < Caibre> That is fine

17:07 < GyroFeather> (Flutters home~

17:11 < GyroFeather> (if you're arounda dn in the mood~

17:11 < Caibre> (go for it, will pause when dinner finishes

17:21 GyroFeather reaches up and bats at the shaft with his free talon, giggling immensly at the fact that his prey was enjoying his new and much deserved position as bird food. Gyro, of course, made sure not to tease him too far above being hard though. HOw much more humiliating would it be for him to voluntarily finish himself off. Finally the exit of his crop begins to relax with some concerted effort, and he ferries the pony's muzzle down towards his greedy belly. Its only a short distance away, and once inside the true stench of the bird's bile rises up to greet him.

17:28 Caibre finds his fur sullied by the avian stomach slime. Well he tries to focus on it just messing with his fur and not the fact it was starting to prickle and stab into his soft tissues. What wiggling he did seemed pointless, he couldn't even try and press out against the walls. The restraints held gim tight like a packed ham. He had been food long ago, but now he realized it. Mouth free from presure, he braved the corroding atmosphere to get a few last words in.* "Why? What did I do to you!"

17:34 GyroFeather would have answered had his beak not been full of stallion, but alas it seems all that responds to Cairbre's ears is the grumbling belly of his predator, eager to make a mess of him. Finally the beak opens wide and envelopes that long shaft, causing his tip to graze against the supple flesh that lurkes beyond the jaws of the greedy predator. Gyro continues his consumption, without pause, though the increased pressure around his body certainly would cause the glass dildos left inside to shift and clink against each other. He's creeping up the paws now, while his gut swells out with the delectable form of his meal.

17:44 Caibre has the unpleasent moment of finding out that a throat was just as pleasent on the dick no matter which side you were on. Even as Gyro kept swallowing him down to press out the blue gut, the bird horse found it warm squishy and very fuckable. His dick didn't car it would a log of shit from this soon. In fact so far as Cairbre could feel, it was some pretty big succ oral. The preverse pleasure lead him to moan, the slutty feral brey normally from skull fucking. It wasn't like he had a chose. Gyro was master, and he was the plaything.

17:48 GyroFeather 's sotmach wasnt the most hospitable to his noisemaking however, as surely the deepening pool around him would be splashed up between his lips, still feeling slightly chunky from the dinner the two of them had shared at a restraunt only a little before this whole experience. The bitter juices would sting at his tongue, and burn his throat should he be forced to swallow. Finally those paws pass down his throat and Gyro attempts to cut the rope with his beak...only to encounter a slight issue. He lets out a squawk around his mouthful of rope and looks down, realizing that he'll have to take the next five feet or so of the tether too.

17:53 Caibre laughs, "Ha. ha. ha" *That was all Cairbre could manage. A taunting laugh at the minor squawk he heard.* "Bit off more than you could swallow?" *Cairbre rasped, his throat raw from the juices as he wormed his way out of the slime. His ass slipped around the glass base, gouts of acid slipping in as the base scissored. No way were those coming out with a push. The only way those were getting free was when his ass was digesting slop. His flopping landed with him on his back, wings corroding in acid. But his dick gave him a boop, the head now pressing on his muzzle. With nothing to lose, the once dom started giving himself head to get off before he turned turd.*

18:01 GyroFeather winces and swallows down the rest of the rope, letting it curl up in his crop. Finally he lets out a satisfied ahhh and rolls over ont ohis sides. Gently stroking at teh bulge in hsi belly he chuckles. "I think you bought really high quality rope my friend...I coudlnt manage to bite it off. Anyways you stripeys are why I'm a gryphon in the first place, and none of yall do anything to help," he growls around his meal. At least I'll get some measure of revenge." His belly massages against the other's form at a slow squeezing pace, squelching the liquids deep into Cairbre's crevices. His shaft and tailhole were likely the first things to feel the full bite of the juices, left unprotected as they were by fur and feather.

18:08 Caibre felt his tailhole soften. Where the glass plug had been an uncomfortable pressure that turned pleasure when he clenched, now it was slowly sliding out. The flesh ring was no longer tight, and in spots it bled slightly. His back was now a red welt, all the fur shimmied off by the pressing gut walls. not even his balls were safe, the sack was dipped in acid and whithering away. There was little chance of it staying intact with his motions. Scraps of flesh already came off from it. Cairbre did his best to welcome the pain, to get off on it. THat came much harder than it seemed for him. Gyro kept up in between his desperate pants for breathe. the claws were giving him a nice massage on his dick, and he was ready to finally cum. A short clench pushed the biggest glass plug backwards and out, the pressure enough to set Cairbre off. The plug also hacked into his sack, pulling the skin off in passing and leaving his balls to the stomach. The zebragriff just held his mouth open to accept cream, waves of acid pressing and biting at the jowels.

18:15 GyroFeather 's body was already leaving him stripped of fur and feathers, instead causing those to float around the goop with him, while red welts formed on the surface of his raw flesh. As more of him dissolved, that pain actually gave way to nothingness as the neves in his flesh were rendered into soup. When the bird hears his prey start to get off, he chuckles hard, running his tongue over his beak. "See, i just knew you were prey anyways, no matter how much you protested. Soon enough all you're going to be is just a little pellet and a festering pile of shit..." His eyes look around the room idkly when he notices one of Cairbre's custom blown decanters. "Or...maybe I'll just stick it in one of the crystal alcohol jars, just so that everyone can see your humiliation~"

18:22 Caibre makes a feral whinny that greeted the last suggestion. Cairbre came on his muzzle, pint shots still waiting as his dick spasmed. The musk fluid offered a temporary repreive from the acid where it landed. Each gout saving a little of the dom for later. It was a cruel mercy, the stallion would just get to see himself digest instead of the mercy of shock as the acids ate in. His hinds were already worn nubs, the hooves having pulled away as the acids cut tendons. The rest of the legs stayed in place, the straps making sure he would come out of Gyro a turkey dinner looking skeleton. Left in the post orgasm warmth, Cairbre didn't notice how far gone he was. He just shifted and with a single motion peeled and split most of his body. Flesh gave out and acids found the sweet meats and tender spots of joints. The ball bearings were the worst, they just pulled their way out and settled deep in the bottom of the chyme. They hadn't escaped Cairbre's face, many of them were coated in a patina of rust and pitted themselves. Cairbre at least had shown he was still a predator on the inside.

18:33 < GyroFeather> (Dinnertime break

18:33 < Caibre> (sure

19:34 GyroFeather grows bored with his treat and begins to drift off to sleep on that bed that wasnt his, as his heart and breathing slow all around Caibre, though his stomachs activity certainly quickens. The now loose ball bearings are squeezed by that gut,grinding up against the hippogryph's skeleton and snapping bones, exposing the rich marrow within with each contraction. The juice in the chamber is rising higher too, as more of his body liquifies into the thick slime that he was now bieng comprised of. In an hour or two, all that would be left of him solid in that gut would be the balls, two glass dildoes, a mess of ropes, fur, feathers and a litany of cracked bones. Gyro was certainly going to be surprised when he spit up the steel to find that their acids had tarnished them, despite being what he'd assumed to be stainless.

19:37 < GyroFeather> (You wanted sentient digestion/disposal right? Or should I continue going?

19:49 < Caibre> (Keep going

19:56 Caibre was upset. A very mild way for him to put it given he had few other words able to come to his mind right now. The potion he had used on Sweet had gotten on him or this bird had been enchanted quite well. Regardless of the how, he was stuck with himself. His gelatinous, gooped self as it wound its way through warm kitty bowels. Oh how Cairbre hoped there wasn't a litterbox at the end of this. That wouldn't just be humiliating, it'd make sure he died. At least a bottle meant he'd be around for someone to find.

19:59 < GyroFeather> (And see, a litterbox is now tempting 😛

19:59 < Caibre> (Yeah but a public disposal is even better, show a crowd what happened to him, even better if its a zebra spot

20:10 GyroFeather slept soundly throught the rest of the night as his gut works its way on the occupant trapped inside, though the gryphon realizes not the fact that there's anything left of the creature's spirit. The sludge moves through his thick long tubes, slowly conealing int omasses of thick formelss brown goop, while the more identifyable bits of his body are left behind in his stomach. There the gut squelches and crunches, forming eerything into a disgusting mass of pony wastes, which them move into his crop for couphing up the next day.
As the sun rises the next day, teh pressure on his tailhole results in a soft wet fart, carrying with it just a splatter of Caibre's new form onto his bed and foisting the rancid odor out onto the world. This is enough to wake the sleeping gryphon who jumps out of bed, feeling the urgent needs forcing their way against his colon and leaving a bulge right in his abdomin. He hurries on over to one of the ornate decanters that had been sitting on a nearby table, one that still has a little bit of wine resting in the btoom of it. Positioning his hole right on top of it, he begins to let out the greasy foul logs which slowly slip out of his tail, splatting down into the alcohol at the base and fouling the liquid with sewage. The chunks themselves are loose and formless, with not even a bit of hair hinting at what had gone into making such a monsterous shit. SLowly more falls in, leaving the lumps pressing against the glass and then collapsing in on themselves as more of the weight settles on top, though the bird had yet to go.

20:17 Caibre was molested in the gut. His once virile cock and balls, the pleasurer of many a mare and a few stallions had been turned into a thick turd. The feathers and furs he luxuriated in, what gave him the exotic flair, were gone. Somewhere else or just digested, Cairbre didn't know. What he did know was that the sudden jostling meant there wouldn't be much longer in the gut of the dominant griffon. Soon he would be free and then, well he didn't actually know. Cairbre had no idea how to come back from this. His thoughts were interupted as for a moment daylight showed and then he fell in a splattered scag heap in a brown chalice. He smeared and stained the walls, the bird not digesting him well, but thouroughly.

20:27 GyroFeather forces more and more of the dung free in soft spurts that leave him panting hard. The loose nature of his form ends up dirtying his own hairs, leaving foul dingles upon the otherwise pretty blue back there. He can hear the sound of that 2 liter glass bottle filling up and he really hopes he's got room to finish it all. Finally there's a little splashy burst of gas, adding the last bit of the stallion out into the chalice, followed by the gryphon pulling away to turn and look at the remains. Little gaps of air remain in the bottle, adding a strange texture from teh outside, and there are slight variations within the colors of brown, but virtually no fur or any identifying features remain in there. Little rivulets of slime run down teh edges of teh glass in awful smelling browny streaks. There's just enough to cap the top, ehich he does with a gusto, to help fight back teh ensuing stench. "I think I brought out your true colors there, Cairbire." He says with a snicker.

20:31 Caibre couldn't do anything to Gyro. Not now, and possibly never. But he swore on the fact he wass till there, the griffon would pay for this. Somehow. It didn't help when Gyro capped the bottle and placed it on display. Cairbre's choice in home decor suddenly became an issue. There was no way to tell his bottle with him in it from the many other ponies he had saved this way. The zebragryph suddenly became aware that he would be a shitstain in a bottle for a long time.

20:46 GyroFeather closes his eyes and feels for the lump in his crop now, the one that'd irritated him the entire time, but he'd been to busy dealing with the rest of Cairbre to take care of. With a steady heave of that sack, eforces it to work that heavy mass up his gullet. The steel balls inside wiegh it down enough that it slips a copule times, but with some effort finally teh white object, accented with black and blue, crests at the back of his throat. The foul taste of his own bile rolls over his tongue, until, with a heavy crash, it falls from the beak into the ground. THere's a ting of shattering glass as it impacts the floor, breaking the large dildos into jagged pieces that skitter across the floor. The bones themselves that make up the pellet are cracked and splinted in places where the acid and the steel balls had gotten to, but most everything is obscured behind the thick mess of congealed fur and feathers all entwined together. Strands of the nylon rope break the surface in places, hinting at the bondage that lead to this event. The bird teases it apart with his talon, finding the skull inside, split in half. "Mmmm, I think you look better in that vase, " he mutters.
The last thing the gryphon does, is take that vase with him. His flight home takes him over the more zebra ladened quarters of the city. There he drops the glass fromt eh sky, sending it down to the earth and rupturing, spreading hippogryph feces across the ground, and ensuring he'd never be put back together again.

20:47 < Caibre> (rip Cairbre

20:48 < Caibre> (Fin?

20:48 < GyroFeather> (Unless you wanna add one last thought form him, ye

20:48 < Caibre> (nah, he done