No Need for Bird Detection

25 July 2018

21:54 Wes the Wurmple kinda wishes he had a spot for bird detection! Has to settle for watching the skies instead.

22:00 Gyro Feather attempts to sneak up on Wes and pounce on them. Surely his lack of bird detection means he'll be successful.

22:04 Wes the Wurmple isn’t looking for the bird at the moment, so such an attempt could be successful depending on the angle of approach. His back stingers twitch a bit.*

22:05 Gyro Feather tackles forward against the bug, though he cant help but let out a triumphant scree only a moment bfore he hits Wes in the back, and lands on him, though he's not terribly careful of the stingers.

22:08 < Kirby Yoshida> Careful those stingers don't hit you in the wrong spot. ;P Getting hit by them is painful enough without it being somewhere where it really sucks to get hit...

22:08 < Lutro> Shouting those warnings out may make Wes lose his one advantage. Whose side is Kirby really on? :o

22:09 Wes the Wormple skitters forward just a bit, and as he’s pounced upon, the stingers jab upward, soon releasing their potent concoction…just so long as he’s made contact with a soft part, and not a hard part. He writhes and grunts.* Agh! Attack from above! Dirty trick…

22:09 Delphine The Emolga floats in and lands gently on a tree branch, sitting back to watch quietly

22:10 Gyro Feather screes again only a moment after he lands on the bug, though this one is in pain as they poke up into his chest and release their venom into his vains. Even still, the gryphonmon's weight settles down on Wes, keeping him trapped beneath is body.

22:14 Wes the Wormple has released all of his venom. There’s still time it has to flow and take its effect, meaning he’d get a few moments pinned beneath him, still squirming.* I see a beak, but I feel fur…don’t tell me they’ve started engineering birds that are like mammals now! Nngh…doesn’t matter, though I would have preferred to not use all my venom. *he keeps trying to squirm away*

22:14 < Gyro Feather> [sub]Does it include your special venom? :P[/sub]

22:16 < Kirby Yoshida> Wes only really has one vemon... and it's his special stuff. :P

22:16 < Kirby Yoshida> venom*

22:19 < Wes the Wurmple> (Yes, yes it does. Shrinking should be commencing by now~)

22:20 < Ozy Dook> Hey Gyro, if you shrink that means you can fit inside me without needing a funnel

22:20 Gyro Feather pushes through the pain to bring his beak down and grasp at the wurmple's tail, though he soon realizes that it begins to slip from his maw as the venom takes effect. Something was wrong here, why does it seem like teh bug is getting bigger now?

22:20 < Gyro Feather> (I think you'll have to fight Wes for me :P

22:21 < Ozy Dook> Lots of people around here with venom stuff =p

22:25 Wes the Wurmple wriggles his way…out of the beak! Just as he hoped he would. Though now, as he turns back and watches his former captor now reduce in size, he spits a bit of “test silk” to ensure his supply was good to go. He gets a bit closer with each passing bit of reduction…to the gryphon, the bug, and most everyone else, was becoming large and imposing, most of all his former prey. By the time the little guy was done shrinking, the Wurmple is like a 3 story building compared to him!* Didn’t they ever tell you to watch out for Wurmple? Some of us can do a lot more than poison sting, you know…

22:27 Gyro Feather squawks in fear as it seems that everything is growing increasingly large. He's already started to scurry off by the time he's shrunk to his smallest extents, throwing his wings out wildly and taking to the air. He's like a small brightly colored dragon fly, daring back and forth as he attempts to get away and evade the silk spitting from the bug and everyone else. It just wouldnt do to be caught at this size.

22:28 < Ozy Dook> Gryo looks extra tasty right now

22:30 < Ozy Dook> Even preythings want to eat you gyro =p

22:32 Wes the Wurmple was afraid this might happen. He watches the patterns for which the little thing flies, and would try to correct his vision to spit a ball of silk ahead of where Gyro is. And another, and another. Spitting several “silk loogies” to try and catch the little thing, or at least bring him down. He may or may not end up hitting others with said silk balls.* C’mon down and meet your maker!

22:34 Gyro Feather makes it a reasonable distance away from the bug before one of the globules of stringshot hits him in a wing and causes him to careen towards the ground. The bird tumbles into a heap at Ozy's feet and rolls a couple times before coming to rest in teh grass. There he lies, panting an dface first in the dirt after having had the breath knocked out of him at the impact.

22:37 < Gyro Feather> [sub]and here I was hoping to see the two of you fight over it :P[/sub]

22:38 Wes the Wurmple skitters on over* Make way! Make way…I hunted this one fair and square. *He moves pretty fast for a Wurmple, those little legs drumming against the ground as he comes over, looming again over Gyro. The silk is sticky, with little give.* So, you like pouncing on bug-types, eh? Bet you never thought you would get to feel it happening to you…*he makes his way atop the silky ball, rubbing his belly on it* If I had your monstrous paws, I would be using those! But I don’t.

22:43 Gyro Feather had just started to pull himself to his feet when a dark shadow is suddenly cast over his form, shrouding him, before he's knocked to the ground again underneath the weight of the now heavy bug. He can feel the voice of the creature rumbling out into his own flesh through the hard chitin. The wind is knocked out of him once more as he's ground down into the dirt, drawing pitiful chirps and screes from the bird's maw.

22:49 Wes the Wurmple wriggles a bit on the gryph before getting off of him again* I bet you eat a lot of worms and bugs, don’t you? I bet I get to avenge a lot of my fellows today! *he brings his head down and ‘grips’ the gryph, headfirst, and brings him up. To those looking on, it seems the small, silk-coated gryph is just sliding between the “rump-like” front of the bug’s face. Inside, though, the gryph gets to know what’s really in there, as mouthparts feel at and drag the beak and head in to be felt and tasted at.* Mmmh~

22:55 Gyro Feather shake shis head up at Wes and protests, "N-no! No I d---mmmmph" His words are quickly cut off as the maw draws him inside, squelching his beak up against the strange flesh inside the bug's mouth. he can feel drool clinging to the front of his face now hwile his hinds kick wildly into the air. The scent of the bug's past meals hangs heavily in his nares, leaving him choking on that and drool.

22:59 Wes the Wurmple ‘s mouthparts drag the gryph in deeper, the saliva and smells surprisingly warm, and sweet…seems he spends a lot of time eating sap and leaves between these more meaty snacks. There’s a lot of scraping and clicking noise that invades his ears, along with gentle prodding. Slowly but surely, the gryph starts to vanish from outer view, the Wurmple’s large eyes lidding a bit as he enjoys these tastes and flavors mixing with his silk*

23:06 Gyro Feather could still smell the slight staleness in the air on top of all those as he's drawn in deeper down that tube towards the gurgling stomach beyond. Gyro's hind legs kick as they begin to vanish behind the hard Chitinous jaws that the bug happens to posess. That pretty blue and purple starts to give way to the white, as th ebird is incfreasingly hidden from view.

23:15 Wes the Wurmple ‘s mouthparts soon give way to the throat, which also starts to drag and pull him in. Thank goodness for that silk, as it was providing a bit of a barrier between parts of his body and the…tougher parts of his mouth. The gryph can’t be sure if this was intentional or not. Whatever the case, the Wurmple’s “cheeks” bulge a bit as the middle and end sections of the gryph are slowly tugged away. His stomach grumbles below, awaiting the avian appetizer*

23:17 Gyro Feather kicks out his hind legs in deviant protest as only those are left from outside the mouth of the greedy little bug. Inside, the silk scrapes against the rough patches, protecting his nethers from the assault of Wes's gullet, while all the while keeping him slipping inside. His muzzle begins to press into that eager sack beyond, brining its loud noises all the more present to the bird, and filling his nostrils with the smell of aful chyme, which stings at his nares.

23:17 < Kirby Yoshida> (Unfortunately, while I'd love to stick around and see Gyro become worm-pudge... I'm nodding off due to the hour, so I'm going to get to bed. G'night people.)

23:22 Wes the Wurmple soon finishes bringing in the bird, his cheeks returning to normal as a lump descends his neck and deposits the bird to the Wurmple’s surprisingly ample stomach. It’s rather broad and grumbly. As his meal finishes, he gives a wave to the Audino, welcoming them to the area as his belly plumps up just a bit. The gryphon inside finds his silk has loosened, allowing him to break free! Not much use to be free now, however, as the walls start to churn around him.*

23:29 Gyro Feather soon splashes down into the stomach as the wurmple manages to get the rest of his body down into the powerful belly fo the bug. He coughs several times as he plunges down into the liquid filled sack, his feathers instantly coated in the casutic solutions that suround him. The first sign of its power is the silk dissolving and breaking free, resulting in the pokemon pressing out frantically at the sides of the belly. "Spit me out! SPit me out!" He calls desperately, even as he feels the tingling against his flesh.

23:35 Wes the Wurmple nods* I bet all the Bug-types you swallowed said the same thing…they wanted to go free, too! Went against you walls, but no, you had to have them! Well, it’s time you found out what they have to go through. Enjoy the process, you eating machine you. *He chuckles, and the belly keeps going, billowing those acids and enzymes. He heads over to the water, hoping to score some water.*

23:40 Gyro Feather fights inside the bug's belly as he feels it stinging at his flesh, working off the feathers and tugging them free with powerful grinding motions of his belly. The chyme invades his beak, leaving him coughing and sputtering as it burs at his tongue and overwhelms it iwth an awful bitter flavor. Protest as he might though, the bird finds himself starting to lose his energy, until finally he falls beneath the juices, passing out save for some twitching.

23:45 Wes the Wurmple stretches out, and partakes in some of the clean, safe lake water. The cooling sensation of the caustic pool with acids doesn’t do much for the gryphon, but it does satisfy the Wurmple’s thirst. Meanwhile, the water and acids play around and make short work of the small bird-cat inside him. A once proud majestic creature, reduced to worm food…*

23:53 Wes the Wurmple keeps him going, churning, compacting…reduced to bones, then to bone fragments, and by the time the gryph reaches the end of the tract, a strange shape has taken hold. It’s one the Wurmple has trouble with, when it comes to the act of disposing of the gryph…with a good fair bit of strain, the Wurmple is able to push out of his fairly compact anus a cylindrical shaped bit of waste flecked with hints of feathers and bone, a beak even wedged somewhere. One can only see the tip of it as he lays down that casing of a dump. He shudders as the finishing touch is put onto the gryphon dump, a tiny little fart to punctuate that bit of finality.* Heh, good riddance! We need less birds in this world as it is!

23:54 < Gyro Feather> :D

23:55 < Wes the Wurmple> ((Hope you enjoyed! And here I expected to be food.))

23:55 < Wes the Wurmple> (But, it totally worked and I deeply enjoyed it.)

23:55 < Gyro Feather> Well, you say you dont like it as much in your prof :P

23:57 < Wes the Wurmple> (Heh, well, I guess I was more in a pred mood when I built this profile. But still! I think it worked out nicely)