The Second Test

16 September 2018

21:42 Sorren Six or eight meals or so later, the door would open. There would be no warning. It would simply just... open, and a dark gray earth pony with a scraggly, curly brown mane would be shunted inside, spitting a few cursewords back at whoever was shunting him inside. Once he was done swearing at the door, he turned, and spotted the griffon on the bed. "Hey... Hey what the fuck!" he said sharply. "You didn't tell me I'd have a roommate. You fuckers!" His attention turned to Gyro. "No offense, peacock."
Upon first glance Gyro would notice almost immediately that the stallion was unfortunately small--not small enough to be considered a midget, but small enough to be the butt of every joke, ever. He was also a little padded around the belly and waist. Portly was a good way to describe him.
He was also the most unsociable, intolerable stallion imaginable. He was lewd, crude, rude, and just generally unpleasant. He snored like a steam engine and somehow managed to be obnoxious even when he wasn't doing anything at all. His name was Stacker, and he was most likely the world's worst roommate.
The food wouldn't stop coming, however. Gyro would remain decently fed, enough to remain just a little bit hungry most of the time but never enough to starve.

21:55 GyroFeather daudles aimlessly. Over the course of the next couple days, his belly slowly shrinks as he works his way through everything until finally he wakes with an uncomforable lump in his crop. THere's a groan as the gryphon turns his head over the edge of the bed and begins to hack up a dull blue ball of fur, with some bits of bone situated inside of it, which splats against the ground, and later he cleans it up.
Only an hour after that incident he hears something interesting happening, as another pony is tossed inside. There he greets the foul mouthed stallion with a smile at least at first when he enters, though that soon changes. "Well...my last roommate was here for only a week...so perhaps we wont have to tolerate each other too long." WHat did they tell you they're sticking you in this box for anyways?"_

22:00 Sorren "Only a week?" He huffed, "Lucky fucker, eh?" He made his way to the bed, hopped up on it, tested the springs by hopping up and down on it a couple of times, then flopped himself down with a groan as he leaned against the wall to face Gyro. "I was in another room. I guess they needed it or something." He shrugged, then glared over at the glass. "And they didn't tell me about a roommate!" he shouted once again.
After a moment, he rolled his eyes. "Name's Stacker."

22:06 GyroFeather snorts at him and shakes his head. "No...I'd hardly call her lucky...or me for that example..." he mutters, frowning down at the ground. The bird lets out a low sigh and casts a glance back towards the bathroom, where the remains of the pellet sat in the bin, only to be emptied once a day when the cleaners locked them out of there and came in through the back room.
"Well...maybe you wont be in here for very long after all...I just have a feeling..." The bird shakes his head and turns towards the other wall. "My name is Gyro..." he calls back, and then closes his eyes, willing himself to fall asleep._

22:10 Sorren "Pfft, why? She bitch out and throw in the towel? They don't pay you if you check out early. I should know. I already asked. Cheap fuckers!" He turned and flopped back on his bed with another groan, staring at the ceiling. "Hah, maybe," he shot back at Gyro. "I'm starting to wonder if money is worth this stupid bullshit. That cunt who runs this whole thing is really in need of a good rutting. Tight-ass bitch."
He looked over at Gyro. "Huh, funny name."
Gyro, unfortunately, wouldn't get to sleep before Stacker, which was a problem. Somehow, the stallion had managed to crash in a little under three minutes, and he _snored._ It was an unholy, abrasive, atrocious, mucousy sound. For being such a small stallion, the noise emanating from his throat could have woken the dead.
Or kept a tired griffon awake all night.

22:14 GyroFeather tries to sleep for a couple hours, though the sound of his snoring, combined with the lights that never dimmed for night time was enough that he failed to get any sleep. Finally, he rolls out of his bed, and makes his way over to the one way glass, tapping on it. "I'm not going to eat this one.. You hear me? Your sick little experiment isnt going to pan out this time," he declares, keeping his volume underneath that of the other's snoring.
After a while he moves to the bathroom and locks himself in there, where, combined with a towel around his head, he manages to snooze leaning up against the shower, uncomfortable, but at least it was possible. He really hoped this roommate wouldnt continue being obnoxious._

22:15 Sorren The glass didn't respond, but for whatever reason, Gyro might get the feeling that there was someone smirking at him from the other side.
Gyro would be awoken the next morning by Stacker wrenching open the bathroom door. Blinking in confusion, he looked down at the griffon. "Whoa, what the fuck you doing on the floor? Hey, mind getting outta the bathroom? I gotta shit."
Yes, this was his new companion.

22:24 GyroFeather groans and opens his eyes, blinking blearily as his eyes start to focus on the stallion. "Ugh...fine... but you should wear a muzzle when you sleep. You snore like a chainsaw," he states, and slowly gets up. Gyro pushes past him and makes his way back to his bed. At least now he had something to occupy himself other than preening his feathers out.
Over the next week or so, he makes his way through the first book several times...and its to the point where he decides to finally pick the second. The fact that he gets so little sleep manages to give him plenty of time to make it through the thick volume and digest it all...And...when things got tooo bad, hed fall asleep in the bathroom, actually locking the door these times._

22:38 Sorren The stallion blinked, then let out a course laugh as he stepped aside to let the griffon pass. "That's what my ex said too." He stepped inside, then slammed the door shut.
Stacker's snoring, in fact, didn't get any better. He never seemed openly hostile or aggressive towards Gyro, but he was just a complete asshole, with unfavorable opinions about just about everything. His presence was just horrendous. If Stacker was a cheese grater, then Gyro most certainly had a tolerance composed entirely of cheese.
The book was prefaced with a bio about the author, a dark-gray griffon from the north, his picture provided on the page. It opened simple enough, the first few chapters introducing the integration of predators into an herbivorous culture, mostly focused on griffons, however it briefly touched on the topic of dragons and some of the more uncommon races.
It was clear upon getting into it that there were... many opinions, however. It wasn't directly stated, but upon reading the book, one could deduce a particular sense of griffon pride, or at least a distaste for equines and the vegetarian nature. Historical segments spoke of griffon armies of long past not being given rations so that that they would fight fiercely and feed on the fallen enemy soldiers. There were accounts of a griffon commander who swallowed ponies whole in border skirmishes who was effective in routing entire armies.
More or less, the novel detailed the transition of griffons into a proud warrior race to "civilized" creatures, and dived into the modern policies and safeguards that kept dragons in check. One chapter was dedicated to accounts of predatory creatures who had been caught or tried for consuming ponies, or snatching household pets, and there were two whole chapters on bias and racism. Again, the author was fair, but you could tell he wasn't fond of ponies. After all, not wanting to be eaten was a reasonable desire, even at the cost of griffon preference and lifestyle.

22:50 GyroFeather read this one too, a couple of times, thinking about it and processing it. Of course, since becoming a gryphon, he'd had plenty of meat, and...had even once or twice been hunting by friends, though always for small game in sanctioned areas. As far as he knew, none of his meat ever had been contraband. Though...looking back at where the food came from now...he had to admit...he was really missing the taste of meat. There were, of course, some supplements with his meals to ensure he's getting all the sorts of things his body fails to produce under his herbivorous diet, but that did nothing for the craving. He found his beak drooling as he reads through various parts of this novel, and even sneaks a couple peaks at his irritating companion.
As it stands, sleep deprivation was starting to get to him too, leaving him feeling woozy and half drunk all the time. HIs dreams, when he gets them, turn to strange predatory ones, with him stalking rabbits or other game, or sometimes fish, leaving him to wake up drooling. After a couple weeks, he moves to the window and bangs on it fiercely. "Please...please can I get fish...or a rabbit...or something..." he begs as he craves something more substantial. His roommate was starting to look better every day, the source of his eternal annoyance._

23:00 Sorren Again, the window didn't reply, but had there been someone on the other side who could talk to him directly, they probably would have scoffed and said 'you idiot, this is the arctic. The only meat out here is _pony.'_
Stacker didn't get any less annoying, or any less plump, or any quieter while he slept. He was unintelligent, and any shared conversations with him were frustrating at best, as he failed to understand even some of the simplest complex ideas. He sure did like talking about all his ex marefriends, though.
And literally nothing changed, except now Gyro was out of books to read.

23:14 GyroFeather lasts several days before the next incident. That evening, he ends up stalking up to the stallion's head in the middle of the night and takes a deep breath of partner's scent, smelling the tasty musky odors that make up the composite, and then...he leans down and takes a couple lock licks across the pony's face. His belly gives a greedy rumble, but...after a couple more tastes of that delectable flavor, he manages to wrench himself away and head back to his bed, likely to the dismay of the ponies behind the glass. "I'm not doing it," he tells them...and himself...though even he's not sure he beleives himself.
That entire day, all he can think about is the taste of the stallion...and how wonderful it would be to be rid of this annoying pain in the ass. He'd not make it a year without going crazy. This ritual repeats a couple of times, though on the third night he lingers far longer than he ought to do. After a number of good long licks, the bird opens his beak wide and slips it around Stacker's muzzle, and sucks upon it, gently, pulling off those flavors with a much fullyer force._

23:19 Sorren Stacker slept like a _brick._ The licks did little to stir him, however, what they _did_ do, was give Gyro a taste of the stallion, the distinct, musky taste of pony fur, flavored with natural salts, somehow managing to be tastier than the food that they had been providing.
Gyro would get away with his testing of the water, Stacker's snoring ever prevailing all throughout, and his raunchy behavior still persisted throughout the day.
Stacker was sprawled out on his back on the third night, head tilted back, almost hanging of the head of the bed as he snored obnoxiously. Like before, the licks failed to stir him. When Gyro wrapped his beak around the stallion's muzzle, the snoring was immediately muted, though it still rumble'd the bird's head and beak. Gyro got away with about two seconds of sucking before Stacker tensed, snorting on one of his snores, eyes fluttering some. Again, the taste was... divine, if not for the salt and musky taste of pony alone. Maybe it wouldn't have been so alluring of Gyro's dinner hadn't been unsalted crackers and water.

23:25 GyroFeather feels him start to wake, and yet, he cant help himself, he continues to suck on the stallion. He'd probably just play it off as a practical joke later once he decides to pull back out. In fact he pushes back down a little further, taking the pony a little deeper into his maw, where his snout is right up against the gullet. The bird did not intend to swallow...but if the pony sat up...he'd probably manage to trigger the bird's gag reflex.

23:28 Sorren Stacker, in fact, did start to stir as Gyro's beak closed over his face and muzzle. With him lying on the bed, and the griffon standing at the head of it, looming over him, he was in a prime position to have no control whatsoever. The snorting stopped, and the stallion stirred, opening his eyes to darkness and an almost rancid humidity, still groggy, tired, and confused. He lifted his right forehoof and started to drag it up his chest towards his face, pressing his left one back in an attempt to sit up.

23:42 GyroFeather finds himself forced to gulp as the stallion sits up into his jaws, and, with that, the pony's drawn up with a heavy squelch, followed by him coughing around the stallion as his head spasms inside the gullet. Hot wet flesh grabs upon his muzzle and soakes it in hot rancid drool that smells heavily of stale drool and long consumed dinners. The bird is suddenly conflicted about the whole situation as he moves his talons down to hold his arms to his sides. The bird steals a glance towards the one way window, realizing that he's giving them exactly what they want and his heart sinks. At the same time, the warm sensation of tasty flesh sliding down his throat was too much to ignore. He takes another heavy swallow drawing the stallion's chest entirely into his beak now.

23:45 Sorren Stacker went from confused, to struggling all at once, around the same time that Gyro swallowed and gripped his forelegs to pin them to his sides. Immediately, he shouted, his obnoxious and booming voice escaping from Gyro's throat, muffled. Her kicked his hind legs, then dropped his body back down to the the bed with a buck of his hips, trying to pull himself back and away from the hot, constricting tube. He coughed and retched, trying to roll to the right, while simultaneously starting to wriggle like a fish in Gyro's grasp. Just _holding_ the stallion was proving difficult.

23:53 GyroFeather feels the stallion slams his body back down on the bed, wrenching himself a little bit back out of his beak, and his reflexive predatory instinct causes him to bit down hard on the stallion's head, keeping him from pulling it entirely out of his jaws. The sharp beak catches against his flesh, and while it doesnt pierce it on its own, if he fights much harder, he's likely to slice himself up or worse. Gyro scrambles up onto the bed now and twists, attempting to keep his body on top of the fighting stallion. He lets out a low growl now, rumbling all around his prey's ears. He slides that jaw down ever further, squelching drool into the pony's earholes and matting his fur down.

10:33 < GyroFeather> (it'd be on you ~~

10:40 Sorren Gyro's restrictive bite down was met with a cry of pain from the smaller stallion, who stiffened up, then immediately went still for a second or two, despite his trembling. "What the _fuck_ man!" a muffled voice yelled from within the griffon's mouth. He reached up with a hoof, trying to press the flat of it against Gyro's beak to hold the griffon back, only vaguely becoming aware of what was happening. His hind hooves kicked across the bed, stirring up the comforter as the pain in his throat subsided and he gradually started to writhe again, twisting to the left some as Gyro climbed up onto the bed. His taste, like before, was wonderful compared to the bland food Gyro had been given for the past week, questionably even stronger than the mare's, if the griffon thought that far back.

10:54 GyroFeather ran several scenarios through his mind as he held the stallion down, while he felt his stomach growling, a practically begging for food. Either he could let his roommate go...and well he might actually kill me out of fear...or...that pit in his stomach was begging...and realy enjoyed it. The bird was actually amazed too, that he'd managed to get the pony's head down his throat in one gulp....could he get the rest? Would it even be wise to do so? Perhaps he could just bite him and end it...
He cant fight back the reflex any more though, and takes another swallow, which draws the shoulders down into the hot powerufl tube, limiting the range of motions of his prey's arms. At least his hind paws had stopped the kicking by settling down on top of them. With those wide shoulders in his gullet though, he found it becoming increasingly difficult to suck in a full breath. It was do or die now...and he decides to try. Another swallow and his head bobs down on his meal, scraping beak over fur and sliding across his chest._

11:06 Sorren Stacker used Gyro's short lapse in action to wriggle and squirm, babbling a few incomprehensible words as he continued to push and feel around with his forehooves. "Now hold on! Stop!" he yelled, voice still muffled, vibrating in the griffon's throat, which was... swelteringly hot. "What're they paying you!?" He jerked as Gyro sat himself down on his hind legs and gave a bit of a whimpering yell, arching his back, throwing his weight around, and ultimately just proving to be a complete pain in the ass. A further swallow plunged him down even further, his head being forced down into that hot, squeezing tube while his shoulders were pressed uncomfortably closer to his frame and his forelegs were pushed down to his side.
"Fucking... fuck off you overgrown peacock!" he shouted, fear turning to rage, voice even harder to hear than before, and a little higher in note. "You fucking freak!" He braced his form, and then jerked backwards. He did that once, twice, anything to slow his descent as the ravenous bird started to discover the wonders of pony flesh, the point of his beak drawing very close to his chubby belly, the acrid scent from below furthering fueling the stallion's efforts.

11:17 GyroFeather feels his lungs calling for air as he takes labored breaths around the stallion, though they were inadequate compared to what he needed and left him feeling a little dizzy. How had the gryphons of old done it? He'd need to figure that out...but for now he couldnt concentrate long enough to dwell on it. As the stallion's head pushes down through his crop, and towards his belly, the bird redoubles his efforts. Musky belly fur gave way to the struggling pony's crotch, and from there Gyro turned his head skyward. To his amazement...this new position relaxed his throat enough to let a little more air through.
Down deep inside him his heart thumped and his shallow breathes worked their way into his meals ears. Ahead was a gurgling growl...until finally his face pushes through the tight spincter seperating him from the acidic pit and it was all around him. There was still some oats and other bit stewing inside from his meal, meaking the scent was quite potent._

11:26 Sorren Stacker continued his cursing and skin-deep insults as he was scarfed down, his tone getting more and more fearful, desperate and terrified as Gyro's break scraped over his belly, squishing it down and forcing it into the bird's maw. His face was squished uncomfortably up against a tight ring of flesh, that seemed to resist his entry for a moment or two before opening rather eagerly to allow the next firm swallow of the bird to squeeze and shove him deeper.
The sudden shift in gravity was entirely unwelcomed. Before, he had still felt as though he could fight, but now, as his kicking hind legs lifted up towards the air, his lump form bulging out the griffon's throat, it felt as if any movement he made had the threat of wiggling him further down the griffon's gullet. Stacker outright screamed as his head crowned out into a reeking, open cavity. He shook his head from left to right, unable to see anything, eyes open or closed making no difference.
There really wasn't a way to swallow a stallion, Gyro would find, without dragging your tongue over either their sheathe or their sack, or in this case, both, the motion changing the taste of the stallion to something much more sexual for the short period of time that the stallion's groin would reside in Gyro's mouth.

11:39 GyroFeather reaches his claws up to grasp upon the hind legs and hold them straight so that the pony can no longer kick out into the air, confining the struggles ot his gut which seemed plenty intent in handling it. As the hips press through his beak, his warm tongue manages to find the stallion's musky sheath, filling his tongue with a less than pleasant flavor as his roommate had not been the best at washing up. Even still, he was forced to roll the hot muscle around the combined package, getting it all lubed up in his sticky drool for the trip down. Finally his tongue curls up around the back of th ebutt, and with a mighty shove, forces all but his legs and tail into his throat. Suddenly he could breathe much easier, with only the hooves out, though he was eager to get those in as well.
The bird could feel his stomach stretching and sagging beneath the weight of th epony whos weight was settling inside. THe waslls of the stomach clench on his form, forcing him to have to curl into a loose ball, all the while ensuring that a steady mix of fluids coated every inch of his body. His struggle was proving fruitless as he was doomed to be nothing but bird food._

11:46 Sorren Stacker's scream was muffled as his face was pressed down against the wall of Gyro's stomach lining, which somehow managed to be both abrasive and slimy at the same time. He gave a couple desperate kicks of his hind legs, though the fact that they were restrained by Gyro's forearms made the effort even more fruitless than it already was. more of him followed into the small, putrid space, and he thrashed his hips, stiffening his back to try and keep himself from curling up. his resistance held a second or two, but it seemed that Gyro's throat was not a force to be reckoned with, and after a moment of stonewalling, it forced a bend in his spine, curling it back down into the bottom of the griffon's belly as his rump slid down the his throat like a big knot. He pressed outwards with his forehooves, giving a couple of frustrated punches against... something.

11:52 GyroFeather curls his tongue around the frogs of his meals hooves, taking one final taste of his musky flavor, and then darts his beak forward, sending the treat onward towards his belly. A claw traces the stallion's form through the bulge in his neck, before he feels it disapear down into his chest. At that point, he starts to waddle on over to his own bed, while his gut sags, several inches above the ground. He could feel the struggling inside o fhim as the hoof lashes out. Each push creates a small bulge in the side of his belly, which then shrinks back down as the muscles contract. At least curled up as he was, the pony couldnt get any leverage to reall yhurt him. "I told you...my last room mate only lasted two weeks...though admtitedly last time they stopped feeding me first..." He mumbles at the bulge, though inside it certainly sounded like more than that.

12:00 Sorren He tried his best to further keep his body from curling, but he felt the squeeze of that ring of flesh as his rump slid through it, then dropped into Gyro's belly like a bomb, causing a firm bounce as his hind legs followed like noodles. Compared to the width of his rump, his hinds were next to nothing, and gyro put them down easily, forcing them right into his belly with a few more swallows. Stacker yelled out and tried to roll over onto his side, the walls squeezing and pushing against him from all angles, the acrid smell assaulting his nostrils while the sweltering humidity wore at his endurance. Every beat of Gyro's heart was like a drum and the whoosh of air into the griffon's lungs was deafening. He gave a desperate few kicks and thrashes, bucking himself up and down as his forehooves groped around in a few circles.
"What the fuck did you do!?" he hollered, booming voice escaping, but only just. The shifting around him brought out a cry of concern as he stiffened up, slipping about within.

12:13 GyroFeather blushes, feeling a little embarrased now as he lies in bed over what he'd just done He was only proving the scientists right now...wasnt he. Us birds would devolve into uncivilized creatures if left alone long enough. He gives a soft groan of frustration and glares over at the walls. Pulling his blanket over him, he shifts his belly towards the wall in an effort to hide it from observation. "I ate you...and I...I...i tore her throat...and gorged on her..." the bird admits, feeling tears well up in his eyes at that thought again. This time though, he couldnt even blame the scientists. He'd been fed....he was in no danger of starving to death...and yet he'd acted. The struggles in his belly felt like a pleasant massage within, drawing out a purr from him. Abd yet...despite his enjoyment, a flood of guilt wells up inside of him. THe bird closes his eyes and forces himself to belch out as much air as he could, so that the stallion wont have to suffer.

12:21 Sorren That mirror suddenly seemed all the more imposing upon thinking about what was going on on the other side of it. Stacker only continued his struggles, only pausing briefly to listen to a few words which he could only halfway make out. He gave a firm kick, a writhe, then shouted a profanity and pressed outwards. "Then... fucking! Fuck! Spit me up!" He wriggled over some, onto his back, though a sudden rumble around him suddenly made everything much... much tighter. He tensed up, letting out a bit of a squeak before drawing in a stale breath of air and kicking downwards. "Hey what the fuck!"

12:28 GyroFeather gives a shake of his head and mumbles down at him, "I cant...I couldnt physically spit you up now at this point...and besides...you'd probably kill me i my sleep after this if I do..." The bird gruts at the much hardker kick and belches out another blast of air, this time leaving little if nothing for his meal to breathe as acid rises up to replace it. Surely the juices were starting to tingle, especially at his crotch and tail hole, though the rest of him would be safe enough for a little while as it ate away at his thick surface layer of flesh. "Now...just sleep before uhh...well whatever my belly does does it to you awake...."

12:38 Sorren Of course, Gyro's answer must have been perfectly logical to him, but to the stallion currently suffocating in his belly, it seemed pretty stupid. Stacker gave a writhing kick of his fores and hinds, his breaths turning into whines and gasps as the now nearly airtight sack that was constricting him started to starve him of oxygen. His squirms slowed, and his curses and swears quieted and slurred. Even the uncomfortable tingling wasn't quite enough to keep him awake, and with one final, half groan, half swear word, his eyes rolled up and he slumped, going still.
For the first time in a week is was quiet! Gyro might actually be able to sleep.

12:54 GyroFeather suddenly realizes that all is quite in this room, for the first time in several weeks. This is a weird thing, this peace, and yet, he found he enjoyed it. Perhaps...perhaps he shouldnt have held out so long after all. All that fighting had drained a lot out of him, however, and as he lies there, he feels himself starting to drift off to sleep, a good, full sleep for a long time.
Provided noone came and bugged him in the middle of his snooize, the bird would sleeep for near three quarters of a day as it catches up on all the lost sleep he's been missing for the past couple weeks. His stomach glorps and cracks with activity as it works to break down his meal, and while it has softened in places, the bird is a long way off from finishing off the meat._