Learning All About Gryphon Potions

11 September 2018

17:07 Gyro Feather investigates a mare!

17:12 Jetlag is settled down, quietly reading.

17:15 Gyro Feather hovers over her shoulder, glancing down at the book she had. He's got an inkling that its something rather smutty.

17:19 Jetlag was reading over notes for potions... where the only possibly lewd note were comments about some potion ingredients specifically quoted as "essence".

17:22 Gyro Feather lets out a rather low huff and leans on the pegasus's back, groaning about the fact that this is not what he was looking for. How is he gonna tease her now? Of course...he does notice one that requires essense of gryphon.

17:23 Jetlag seemed rather unperturbed by the sudden weight upon her back, peering back with a light smile before returning her focus to her notes. "Thought you had a particular hatred of zebra magic?"

17:30 Gyro Feather shrugs his shoulders and looks down at her. "Well...unless my eyes disceive me, I dont think I see any stripes upon your back, milady." He brushes a talon down her sides, and works it between her feathers with a smile.

17:33 Jetlag faintly arches her shoulders back from the touch, snickering in response. "You're correct in that I've no relation or attachment to them, but they've got a well of information on alchemy." Her wings twitch slightly, while the flight feathers splay a little.

17:37 Gyro Feather has not the real understanding of the materila to make heads or tails of what's laid out before her, and merely rests his head right against her neck. "Well...I hear that there's more to it than just that knowledge...dont they like...impart a magic of their own into it?" His claws tug gently at a fistful of feathers, while his own tail wags. "What are you looking at anyways?"

17:41 Jetlag taps at her chin for a moment in thought. "I know they do for their charms and fetishes... my experiments with alchemy though doesn't seem to have that requirement." She shifts a hoof to turn to the next page, skimming through it quickly before going back to read it a second time. "As for these ones... they're transformatives. Species changing, growing wings, fangs, gills... gender shifting... some of it I've already experimented with, but these notes are proving that some of my methods are needlessly complex."

17:47 Gyro Feather hmmms softly and draws a claw across her parchment, until it stalls on the essence of gryphon. "And whats this for, to give you wings? You already have a pair you silly pony," he teases, shaking his tail. "And well...I suppose maybe they're just hoarding all their knowledge for themselves then. GOod thing you managed to sneak this away."

17:50 Jetlag smirked a bit before glancing along the foreleg from claw to owner, rolling her eyes. "It's gryphon transformation... ya goofball. Wings requires nonspecific feathers and none of the essence." She looked back to the page, shifting ever so faintly beneath her guest before smiling. "And I traded for it... knowledge for knowledge. The tribe I got this from how an introduction to engineering now. Steam power and pumps mostly."

17:56 Gyro Feather perks up, a little more intrigued at thsi one now, and tilts his head to the side. "Oh? Well...you might look cute as a bird I think. Perhaps you ought ot try a trial batch of this stuff. Do you have everything you need?" He asks, sounding a hair bit more intersted than he had previously.

17:58 Jetlag snickers a bit before closing the book and turning her head to peer sideways towards Gyro. "On me? No... but I already have a few of my own made up back at my camp. A different recipe, which some less agreeable ingredients... but they work just as well aswhat these would." She then winks, though from the angle it could appear just as a blink. "And I know I'm cute as a griff, it wouldn't be my first time being one. I'm very "hooves on" with my alchemy, and I test all of mine personally."

18:09 Gyro Feather gets on up off of her as closes the book and peers at her with a look of his own, as he runts his tongue over his beak. "Oh, do you now? And...I'm not sure I believe you yet. Gotta prove it to my eyes afterall~" He leans forward and gives a couple preening tugs on the mare's mane before giving her room to fully stand up. "Come now, lets head back."

18:13 Jetlag smirks to the light tugs, using a wing to scoop up her book as she slowly rises up and nods. "Fine fine, come along." Her camp isn't far... just inside a nearby treeline her wagon rests near a circle of stones for a small firepit, with a tent set up adjacent to both. She's rummaging around the wagon within seconds of arriving, and eventually pulls a lidded chest to an edge, and gathering a single vial from the racks within. "One vial of gryphonic transformative. Twelve hours per dose, contains two doses. Generally sells for around 40 bits."

18:19 Gyro Feather follows the mare back to her camp at a close pace, and while she's searching inside the wagon, he takes a moment to investigate the camp, regarding it with a watchful eye. His eyes return to her as she pulls out the vial triumphantly and glances between her and her vial as she presents them. There, he muses, "What happens if a gryphon ends up drinking one of them? Would there be any sorts of chnages?"

18:23 Jetlag responds with a nod as she smiles. "Actually, yes. A mild shift in shape to match the griffon whose essence made it up. In this case, the gryphon resembles a falcon, so your feather patterns would change to match it." With her teeth, she pulls the stopper from the phial and drops it into her wing, then knocks back the contents in a single gulp. A faint shudder follows before she sets the empty potion back into the chest it came from. "Mine... don't particularly taste very good sadly..."

18:33 Gyro Feather hmmm soflty at that bit of a comment and casts a glance at the vial, well he rather liked himself as he was. He watches with interest as she downs the potion, noting the face she makes and chuckles softly. "Ya...well...I've never heard of any potions really tasting good...though that's probably a reasonable deterent to prevent overuse." Gyro steps back and watches as the mare's body begins to grow feathers all over her front end, while a beak begins to form at th esame time, along with a myriad of other changes. She looked...kinda horifying as everythng shifted around.

18:41 Jetlag shivered as the changes took place... mainly the sudden groth of her coat along her head and chest as the strands threaded together and solidified, forming the plumage akin to the previously mentioned bird. She grumbled a bit as her snout reshaped and hardened as well, forming into the short, hooked beak of a falcon. After her tail bound itself as the gray of her coat streamed along it til leaving a tuft of that fiery red at the end, matching the triangular patterned crest atop her now earless head. Lastly, her forehooves split in places, as the taloned digits spread out from the base.
But then, she stood there, flicking the leonine tail now behind her as she immediately sat back on her hauches, and with her new claws, scratching through her feathered upper body. "Ooooooh cripes... I forgot how itchy this was!" Her words had little clacks of her beak clicking with them as the unfamiliar shape closed differently than her muzzle.

18:55 Gyro Feather moves forward to help straighten the tufts of feathers that appear across Jet's body, wiggling them this way and that as he does so such that he helps to assage the itchyness that she most certainly feels. "Oh...you get used to the feathers real quick...and the beak too. This just means you need to spend more time as a gryphon," the bird comments, in between mouthfuls of her freshly grown feathers. After he's given her a cursory run down, the bird steps back, and fully takes in Jet's new form. "I do say, you do look rather striking, though...your comment about essence has me thinking...the ones the zebras do dont tend to have a bias..."

18:55 < Gyro Feather> (I do wonder if transitioning forms gets her a little hungry :P

19:03 Jetlag sighs with contentment as she says her thanks for the aid, being more presentable as she raises back up. "That's do to them using a creature's... well... " She rubs the back of her crested head, chuckling a bit before shaking her head. "The essence of a creature is a living part of them. I often used saliva, and more recently experimented with things like blood, feathers, scales and the like... some working, some requiring additives. The zebra's methods have essence marked as... well, semen." She snorts for a moment, though it does nothing to hide the redness in her face. "I'm not sure why their's are so different, but I'll have to test their recipe sometime and see for myself."

19:20 Gyro Feather chuckles as she blushes from her admission of what the zebras end up using for the essence of a gryphon, and leans down to rub a wing across her now pink tinted face. "Well...I can offer my own if you really need it, though theres no telling how a pony turned gryphon's going to react in that silly little potion of yours. Maybe they'll just end up as a hippogryph or something." The bird leans forward and drags a tongue teasingly across the side of her face, ending with a smooch atop her beak.

19:25 Jetlag the pink within her feathered, gray cheeks becomes an almost solid crimson at both the offer, and the connotations of what her attempts could produce. "I, won't lie... if I made a mistake that made a pony to hippogryph potion, I might start spiking drinks at parties." She clears her throat a bit before trying to straighten herself up. "As for you... donating... I, suppose I have nothing against that. I could fetch something for you to, unload in... and you can just, bring it back after." It appeared any lewd suggestiveness of the offer had gone over her head.

19:32 Gyro Feather chuckles at that and shakes his head. "Just the thought of you giving them my cream at a party makes me laugh." His mirthful attitude turns to a frown, however as she offers to just hand him a vial. "Oh...uhh...welll....you know....I might need a little bit of help with that. But...otherwise I wouldnt fail to be keen to give you a small sample. Has that beak of yours gotten much use?" The bird runs a talon across her feathers once again, moving down towards her chest.

19:37 Jetlag 's wings splay out as the talon runs down her chest in a manner very different from the help she'd first gotten, and the feathers there fluff out as it becomes quite obvious she was flustered upon realizing what the gryphon meant. "Oh... uhm, well... I, can't... really say it has. While, this is my fourth time as a gryphon, they've always been alone, while I was getting the recipe right. Plus, well, the clicking..." Bringing attention to the continued clacks amidst her speech. "I've really only spoken outloud and eaten with one." She mutters softly as she glances down. "...and ruined like, six quills..."

19:51 < Jetlag> (Need to move this to Discord if ye wanna continue it, along with, i'll bbs)

19:52 < Gyro Feather> (Cool, works for me...I'm having a bit of trouble right now w/ f-chat anyways

19:53 < Jetlag> Rightio, copy-paste if you need that, but I'll see ya there!

20:02 GyroFeather grins wider and wider as the formel before him seems to grow increasingly more flustered at his insinuation and puffs out his own chest as an instinctual sign of courtship. He breaks out into a mirthful laugh at her explanation over her times as a gryphon and shakes his head ever so slightly. "Broken quills? Trying to preen I hope you mean...otherwise...what are you doing trying to write with your beak, when you've got two perfectly good talons. Bird mouths just dont...work like that, though as far as your experience...I suppose we can alway sjust add to that one~"

20:28 Jetlag looks up once more, the other catbird's own posturing causing her tail to snake about in quick flicks to each side. By now, it was hard to miss what 'experiences' he was reffering to, and she took in a deep breath. Raising one talon, she gazed at it as she exhaled, flexing each digits before clenching it all together. "I, suppose... I can certainly try. And since my current form matches, I guess I don't, need to worry about cross-contamination..." She manages to softly giggle though as she replays her previous forays as a bird, nodding again. "And, yes... broken quills... talons are, something I'm not used to... so, it's easy to forget about them when I'm working. Same with the beak."

20:44 GyroFeather licks over his beak in anticipation as he waits for her to formulate a proper response. The bird practically prances into the air as she agrees to try things out, while his tail swishes madly back and forth. "Indeed it does....all the way to the having previously been a pony, though...I might be more uhh potent on that front than you. We still probably best ought to have me pull out...or something," he admits with a shrug of his shoulders. He grabs one of Jet's quills and thrusts it into her talons, keeping his own clenched around it. "Its a little different than with a muzzle too, and took me a bit to learn...but you hold it like this, and you move your wrist instead of your tongue."

20:54 Jetlag peers at the sudden quill in her claws, flexing and twisting it to pantowrite on the air, seemingly getting the hang of the motions, but she's pretty quick to also set the quill aside, turning to move back to her wagon. "I'll likely, give that some more practice later... but, for the moment, I just... need to gather... some things..." She reaches and searches about through her collected items, digging around the chaotic form of organizing. Of course, her posture left her fairly revealed to the other as well, since her tail was no longer a bloom of red hair. The view was still short lived, as she gathered up a bowl, and a series of small, empty jars. "Okay... this, this'll work. Yes... so, what should I do?" She turns back around to face Gyro.

21:10 GyroFeather nods his head as she makes the motions in the air. They look a little stiff and clumbsy in their motions, but good enough that they'd get the job done for rough notes. As she dashes off, Gyro watches with interest, even dipping his head down so that he can seen beneath the tail of the gryphon and her delectable pair of tunnels beneath it. He could feel his own sheath starting to grow and plump out from the thoughts rattling around in his mind. As she sits back up, he quickly raises his head and turns, trying to act like he'd not been watching her so intently. "Hmm?" He asks, returning to face her. "What do you mean what should you do? Have you never done anythign like this before?" Gyro steps forward till he's nearly beak to beak with her and meets hers with his, pressing hhis tongue against the hard surface, willing it to open.

21:14 Jetlag hadn't needed coaxing for her beak to open, as she paused just before speaking at the sudden proximity of the other. "I... hmm, not in this form... I'm, a tad worried that the beak might hurt you." She'd not noticed the previous look, nor that the male gryphon was developing his arousal, but the touch of his tongue did get her to keep her beak open, though with a confused and curious look his way. It dawned on her that, perhaps it was meant to be a kiss of some kind, and started to tilt her head to one side.

21:21 GyroFeather purrs softly into her maw and slides his talons through the downy crest at the back of her head, pressing her beak against his. His soft slick tongue darts into her maw, and wraps around her slippery member in an intimate dance between their mouths. SLiding his chest forward, he rubs his bright pink feathers against her dull grey ones, causing a tingling pleasant sensation as each of the sensitive little veins are stimulated by the rubbing. "DOnt worry~" he mumbles into her mouth.

21:25 Jetlag doesn't worry as much as she originally once when keratine contacts keratine, tasting the pointed tongue against her own similar one, recalling how the flavor of some things changed in previous events. But it was far from unpleasent, as she joined into the spiraling dance, pushing her own oral muscle forward to meet him halfway. It was the feather on feather contact that was, oddly pleasing... one soft brush meeting another, with a third pressuring behind. She was surprised in the best sort of way.

21:29 < GyroFeather> (BLeh...I may poke you tomororw...not to be a buzz kill...but I'm just not feeling it as much tonight >.<

21:31 < Jetlag> (No worries, I'm just trying to be more open and receptive to folks when they approach me

18:53 GyroFeather rumbles out a deep purring coo into her beak as he tastes and enjoys the sensations of her slippery tongue grinding against his own. The whole sensations causes his spaded tip to begin to press itself forward out of his sheath to expose the dripping pink flesh that lie hidden. His heartbeat picks up, and his breaths grow to a quicker rate, such that by the time he's pulled back from her, his cheeks are flush and his member hangs half filled below his legs. Talons press on her head, directing her lower, beneath his chest.

19:01 Jetlag was quite malleable as the rather odd kiss was brought to an end, her beak remaining parted as she was guided along by that talon. It wasn't until she was moved enough that her own claws had to shift to the ground for balance that her eyes reopened... and the aroused features of the other gryphon were laid before her. An audibly loud swallow followed as she knew what was up next, but a nervous clack showed her concern still hanging on the back burner. Regardless, her crested feathers brushed along the violet ones of the other catbird's chest as she slipped a little closer.

19:06 GyroFeather tilts his head to the side as he hears the chattering of her and hrings his claw down underneath her chin to give it a gentle stroking of the claw. "Just relax and keep your beak open...and dont bite down. Exactly the same sort of thing you do when you're a mare," he reassures her, and then steps forward again. THe pink flesh looms ever closer as her crest moves to brush against belly fur now. The smell of his musk heightens as the tip brushes its pre against her beak at first contact.

19:21 < GyroFeather> (boop

19:26 Jetlag has a moment's hesitation as it comes all the closer, her cheeks practically burning. "Uhm... maybe, this isn--..." The scent suddenly hits her nares, and is breathed deep into her lungs. After another moment, she slips forward and rubs her beak against the fleshy point, taking the other's words into consideration. Her beak does open further, well, quite wider than she normally would. And just the pointed tip of her tongue flicks across the spade before her.

19:31 GyroFeather bites down on his beak at her workds of protest, giving a soft steady groan of frustration that turns into a shudder as she starts to nose at it. When the maw opens and the tongue begins to land across the soft member, leaving it damp, the bird gives a soft moan of pleasure and shudders, followed by him stepping forward until the tip of his shaft presses against the back of her throat. He can feel her warm breath spreading across it, helping to cause him to grow to his full lenght in her jaws.

19:38 Jetlag feels the non-equine shape of the growing length slide across her tongue as it moves between her beak. When the point tip hit her throat, she starts to reflexively swallow, the soft flesh of her throat flexing and pulsing as it open to both take in and welcome the growing rod. Her wings snap out to each side rigidly as the ground beneath her is dug at by flexing talons, and her leonine tail starts to snake around up in the air as her own arousal starts to waft through her loins.

19:50 GyroFeather suckes in a deep breath upon that first swallow and feels it dragging him in to the point where the tip of her beak is against his sheath now, while his rode pulses deep in the depths of her throat, where the slippery walls clench upon it. As her own scent begins to fill the air, Gyro leans downand moves one of his digits below her tail, traing its way from her sensitive pucker, and down and around the eager mound beneath. His beak leans down to burry itself in her fluffy back hair, where he inhales a deep breath.

19:56 Jetlag arches slightly to further pronounce her backside as a claw is run along her backside, the scent of aether coming from her becoming more pronounced. While she's attended to, her beak twitches as she keeps having to focus on using just her tongue to service the heated mass within it. Thankfully, the smaller tongue was far more dextrous and allowed her to grace it along the underbelly of his shaft, as well as both sides. Her throat rumbles with the sounds of heavy, wet gulps as it pulls at his tip, the reflex trying to swallow it wholly... but all it does is wash over the spade rythmically in tune with the wet noises it produces.

20:05 GyroFeather dribbles more pre into her eager throat with each milking swallow, but now that he's taken a moment to get used to the wonderful sensation, he pulls back out, before then easing himself back into her gullet, drawing out long exagerated strokes of his length on her fleshy insides. His pre is both sweet and salty, coming out in a steady stream as the vein pulses with his heartbeat. THe bird's breath washes down over her back in heavy pants and soft eager moans. His free claw swipes up her tail and guides it back between his beak where he sucks on the soft fur, while his other digits finally teeter over the edge of her chasm and plunge down into their pink depths.

20:16 Jetlag finds the sensation of sheath bumping into her beak again and again rather odd, but not distracting enough from the rocking thrusts that are causing it. It brings her to a momentary point of ecstacy as she closes her throat on her own, adding to the squeeze of the sliding tool, the slick grasp contouring over the uniquely shaped tip and body. She gets lost in this trial, at least until her other side is likewise invaded, but wherein her former form would have winked... all those reflexive reactions simply squeezes her fleshy tunnel tightly around that talon. The new body was certainly smaller than a normal pony's in regards to her entry.

20:29 GyroFeather 's heart begins to race in his chest as his breaths come all the more quickly and shallow, interupted with soft moans. Presssure begins to build in his cknot as he gets ever closer towards his own peak as the pleasant sensations radiate up his spine. Drool runs down his shaft and crotch as she keeps him nice and wet, matting the fur down on his blue orbs. In front of him, the bird wiggles his claws back and forth, forcing his whole and inside, and balling it up so tha the doest scrape the soft flesh contained within. Her warm juices flow over him as he steadily grinds them in and out of that tight entry, helping to stretch her out.

20:42 Jetlag started to get rather into this different method of oral, with a greater focus on the use of tongue and throat, even if it's making more of a mess on her chin and neck than she's accustomed to. But it's what's behind her that's suddenly gotten her attention, as the bunched up talon makes its way entirely within her. To say it was a tight fit would be an understatement as her hindpaws unveil their claws as then dig into the soil, the tension in her legs peaking out as a mass of pleasure starts steamrolling through her form. It stung as well, having her body stretched by something not completely rounded, but as far as her body was concerned, it was amazing... the vibrations purring within her chest proof of that.

20:51 GyroFeather 's claws had lumpy scales on top of them that provides a pleasant rubbing across her slippery flesh as each time he pulls, he gets a little closer to managing to pull out of her tunnel with his full fist, though his motions get more erattic with each thrust into her maw as he gets closer and closer. His beak chews on the tuft of fur in his mouth as he rumbles in delight. Finally, though, Gyro forces himself back off of Jetlag, still panting. "I'm...I'm about there..." He mumbes through intense breathing. "Sould we...vials?" He asks. His claw is still burried into her though on the verge of him slidding it back on out.

21:04 Jetlag rests beneath the other, similarly panting as strandes of saliva and throat slime glisten from her beak to the throbbing shaft before her. She's a bit dazed though, as the words drift through her mind, and painfully slowly, one wing twitched itself free of the hold her arousal has, still able to control them with the same nature she could as a pega, folding all but one flight feather, and having it point towards her wagon. "F-front left corner... box... jars..." Her voice is a little hoarse, given the recently removed blockage in her throat, and she starts to turn to crawl out from under him, but gasps as the motion grinds one wall of her tunnel against the clenched talon still inside her.

21:10 GyroFeather sucks in a deep breath and tries to calm himself, desptie the way part of his mind is begging desperately from that finish he all to well desires. Finally he steps off from on top of her,a nd begins to move towards the jars in question. However, he makes sure that the talon inside of the formel remains balled up, dragging her along for the ride provided she's not loose enough to slip free yet. He can feel the rpe drizzling messily from his shaft onto his legs as he steps, though fortunately teh jars arent too far away. He gives one to her, and then wiggles his hips eagerly. "So....are you gonna...fill that jar?"

21:20 Jetlag eeps as she's tugged along, the combination of smaller tunnel, and her body's grip upon the talon, not letting it go free... awkwardly backpedaling with the other gryphon, his shaft bobbing tantalizingly against her beak. But soon enough, she's given her sampling jaw, and is quite pleased with how easily talons open the latch for the lid. She takes a moment to set it on the ground, making sure its in-line with that... delicious, throbbing bit of length before her eyes. Her head presses close as one claw comes up to hold it angled down, before her beak opens again, and her tongue starts rolling across the glistening mast once more. That should answer his question well enough, she thinks.

21:27 GyroFeather arches his hips forward in eager impatience, causing his slick flesh tl slide across the side of her face as she works the latch and gets every thing set up, helping to keep himself righ ton the cusp. Of course, ti doesnt take long, and soon the formel is back at it again, where her warm dextrous tongue slices over his sensitive flesh, and sending powerful tingles up his body. The pressure continues to build...when suddenly Gyro calls out a loud PIIIAAAOOOWWW and a rush of hot white come begins to pump from his shaft, splattering over her chest and spurting down into thejar at the same time. His claw deep inside of her tenses, and the arm jerks, pulling free with a lewd pop.

21:40 Jetlag watches the streams of cream through one eye, making sure what she believe is needed is gathered. At least, she tries... only two full spurts hit their mark, as her guidance is lost when that pop sounds, and she hisses out a low moan, her tunnel stretched lewdly to the air as the rippling muscles feel the cool rush of it. The sensation loses her the grip she had, talon hitting the dirt as the pulsing rod is left unhindered to splatter its contents over her cheek, beak, head, and shoulder with its wild shots. The warm seed sticking to her feathers as she steps her hindpaws in place with some mild discomfort. "Mmmmpppffff... hnng, ooowww..."

21:47 GyroFeather has enough that had they made their mark he could have filled the jar twice over. Each passing second brings another powerful contraction of pleasure, splattering more of the hot white seed against her grey feathers and beak, leaving spots where they drip down towards the earth. His free talon plants itself on the ground now to keep his balance as he starts to feel a little weak from teh power fo his orgasm. Finally after near a minute the gryphon is entirely spent, and feels his legs start to quiver. THen, they buckle and he crashes to his side, panting heavily and swimming in an afterglow, as evideced by the dumb look of bliss plastered across his face.

21:55 Jetlag remained where she was, each of those shots that soon streaked her face and feathers seemed to be cliking something within her mind. And it was only further pressed on as she got a taste of the musky fluids dripped from her beak. When sunlight cascaded back over her back, she peered over to the peacock-equse gryphon laying on the ground, noting the amusing smile and his posture. Her mind was made up, and she hastily set to resealing her 'sample' and stepping to place it back in her wagon, walking around the prone male when she did... since as she came back to him, she took her turn stepping over him, lustful eyes peering down. With her own legs, she nudged him to roll. "I believe... you should be rewarded, for your assistance."

22:02 GyroFeather lazily follows her movement from teh spot on the ground, watching it as if it were a movie rathe rthan him being there. His knot remained inflated beneath him, tying unsuccesffully with the air as he coos softly. Its not until that she starts to nudge him that he rouses slightly, letting out a soft groan. THen, he rolls onto his back and grins up at the gryphon. "My...reward?" he inquires with a little bit of confusion. Wasing what just happened his reward? He has to spread his wings out against the ground to steady hiself as he lay squarely on hi sback.

22:11 Jetlag takes a second or two to adjust her position over him, having straddle his body rather haphazardly at first. It wasn't until she reaching down with a talon that she fully took advantage of how easy it was to manipulate something with those digits, teasingly brushing them against the spent flesh above that swell. "Why yes... after all, little in the world truly is free. Plus... since I needed that sample, I didn't get to, fully enjoy this." She could still feel the strain of her canal from the previous endeavors... but she figured it would make taking that knot a bit easier. And her intention became obvious, as the show of her holding his tool upright and lining it up with her steadily lowering backside became a display before his eyes.

22:20 < Jetlag> (bbs, food)

22:22 GyroFeather shivers as he feels her digits on his now hypersensitive flesh following his orgasm, and lets out a soft groan. The shaft and the knot are as hard as ever, and likely would remain that way for a little while. The bird's heart thumped in his chest while he takes long deep breaths, which release with a soft coo. "Oooh..." he mumbles gently as she sees what she's on about and watches with interest as she presses that tight patch around his shaft. The warm flesh squeezes in the most fantastic manor, and it grows increasingly tight the further along she manages to go as she reaches his thick knot.

22:47 < Jetlag> _pauses as the buld of flesh is reached, and gives it a few, tests, as she eases back and down on it. It was larger to his hand, but not by too much. She teased at him, as well as herself, riding just the shaft as each kiss of her nethers to that knot was met with greater and greater pressure. He was spent already, she knew that... but she also wanted her own climax... and if her had another during her efforts, all the

22:47 < Jetlag> better. She started to wonder if the transformation could prevent pregnancy, or how the process worked with gryphons... would it carry through? Maybe that was als--

22:47 < Jetlag> Her face twisted as her side-tracked mind was jolted back to reality, the second pop of the afternoon sounding as the knot locked in behind her entry, she'd somehow failed tonotice her continued work... but now could focus on little else but the filling sensation within her, squeezed by her love tunnel, and once against bringing that faint discomfort her way as she adjusted to it._

20:42 GyroFeather lets out a soft groan of pleasure as she pushes down over his thick flesh, despitethe fact that he'd arleady been brought to finish once. A dopey smile still hung atop his beak as he watches her, grinning all the while from he rmotions. THen suddenly, he feels a pop and hears a muffled squelch as th elarge orb gets tucked away between her folds. He half wondered too...would the gryphon end up getting to feel the joys of laying eggs? Well...to be honest probably not, if she wasnt a bird for more than a couple days. Seed still clung to his tip, however, giving her opportunity shoudl she be bird long enough. As he feels her warm flesh rippling around hte knot, he lets out a lowe moan of delight and flutters his wings. "Oooh...stilll just as good..." he mutters.

20:55 Jetlag flexed her paws as her weight came to bear on the other gryphon's lap, her own bracing strength all but gone as she promptly falls forward, kneading her talons through the feathers of his chest. She was able to get his knot inside, a feat she was blissful for, if the strain in her muscles told her otherwise. He tunnel's walls pulsed and pulled at ever inch of that tapered shaft, massaging over and heating the sensitive flesh with her own. Her breathing fell into short little gasps and whines as despite the effort to fit him, she still gyrates and shifts her hips, desiring to feel it move, even if she must move around it, rather than it in her.

21:04 GyroFeather arches his hips up reflexively, though they're already skin to skin, and no amount of pushing will be able to alter that state for now. As she moves, the knot twists around in her feminine pit, causing the shaft to drag with it, wiggling deep inside of her, though she'd be unable to pull back off of Gyro without some, likely painful, effort. Despite his pleasant afterglow, he tries hi sbest to fall inot a trythm with Jetlag, causing the tunnel to shrink and stretched as she forces herself up and down on the gryphon's length. The knot, of course, fails to give, but it provides a gentle friction inside of her none the less. "Mmmm...I've....thats wonderful~:

21:16 Jetlag manages to nod her head rapidly in response. It's rather aparent both from her breathing and the hasty movements of her hips that she's working herself to her own peak. Given just how much of her canal is filled with the stiff warmth of the male, it doesn't take her much longer to bury her face amongst his fleff, muffling her trilling moan as her tunnel contracts, the squeeze growing rather intense as the heat within grows all the more, her nectar having no space to escape her, and filling in every bit of available space with its slick self.The orgasm leaves her entire body rather tense, talons clench with handfuls of feather.

21:23 GyroFeather wraps his own claws around the back of her body and pulls her up against his chest as she enjoys herself, letting out a loug coo of satisfaction in response, that rumbles up through her body. His eyes widen suddenly though, as a sharp pain comes from his chest when her talons grasp fistfuls of feahers and tug back reflexively. As he feels her contractions around his shaft, he moaves his beak back down and guides hers up his chest, till they lock beak to beak once more. He hums his sweet breath into her maw and closes his eyes, purring in delight. As he's recovering from his afterglow, he feels a minor pang of hunger and knows that she...having just chnaged....is likely in a worse state than he was in.

21:28 Jetlag wouldn't consider herself very worse for wear... but at the same time, she's rather content and trapped within the throes of her climax, even as the awkward beak on beak kiss ensues, which she falls into without hesitation. Of course, her body is still rather enflamed from the recent peaking, and soon she breaks from the embrace enough to just lay atop the other, panting to gather back both her breath, and her wits.

21:37 GyroFeather rumbles gently into her form, and runs his claws down her back, ruffling feathers and pressing the knots out of her flesh, though she's still pretty relaxed with exhaustion from the rush she'd managed to work up. Soon enough be breaks from her kiss, and lets her beak fall back down into his soft pink down, where he could feel each of her panting breaths running through the the small fuzzy forrest. "So...how was your first time as a gryphon? That knot fits a little bit better this way, doesnt it?" He hasks, with a smirk at the edge of his beak.

22:05 < GyroFeather> (booop~

22:12 < Jetlag> (sorry, I knew I wasn't going to be able to continue all night, but tried to move it on enough to let some form of nom be the point it rested at

22:12 < GyroFeather> (alrighty ^^;