Picking One's Affection

17 September 2018

21:52 Gyro Feather flutters in and lands on Bryce's head

21:54 Bryce Daeless collapses under the weight of an entire gryphon on his head!

21:56 Kirby Yoshida blinks at the familiar gryph. o.o

21:56 Gyro Feather sticks his tongue out at Kirby

21:56 Kirby Yoshida quirks an eyebrow. Shrugs off the act.

21:57 Gary Fearow would fly in, finding a perch to land on and peer to the folks below

21:58 Bryce Daeless is a little busy being stuck under the gryph

22:04 Gyro Feather looks up at the Fearow as his large shadow looms over his figure, and then moves off of Bryce, to instead try and lift him up as an offering. "Take this otter, and not me. "

22:04 < Gyro Feather> [sub]also fearow...instant bookmark![/sub]

22:05 < Ozy Dook> Ah it's Gary |3

22:05 Gary Fearow waves a wing toward the gryph! Happy to have made someone happy just by being here.

22:06 Gary Fearow also waves to a dook*

22:06 Bryce Daeless yelps, flailing his tail and legs while pulling at Gyro's claws. "What? You don't even know if he's looking for a meal! C'mon, birdie!"

22:07 Gyro Feather looks between Gary and Bryce and shrugs his shoulders. "He's a bird, he's always looking for a meal. I should know."

22:08 Gary Fearow comes down from his perch and now has a closer look at the folks here* Well, hello there, folks.

22:12 Bryce Daeless smacks the claw, twisting in Gyro's grip. "Says you! You're half cat!"

22:14 Gyro Feather yelps as he takes a face full of claw and ends up feeling the slippery otter shift due to his oily coat, and then as he moves to reassert his grasp, Bryce falls from his grip, leaving the bird shaking his head.

22:17 Gary Fearow ruffles proudly and shows his wings off, spreading them* I’m surprised how well I pull this off! I appreciate the compliment

22:18 Bryce Daeless lands with a thud, rolling away to slump against a treetrunk. "Well you better hope you're not right, cause you're in the spotlight now..."

22:20 Gyro Feather chuckles nervously to himself as he watches Bryce slink away, leaving him as the closest creature to the large bird, and then bites doen on his beak. "Ya...well you do look pretty good...what are you pulling off again?"

22:21 Gary Fearow leans in and nuzzles at the petting hybrid* Aw, thanks.

22:22 < Gyro Feather> (Err my own beak :P

22:22 < Gyro Feather> (Since I dont have a lip to bite :P

22:23 Gyro Feather stiffens as that beak comes down ot nuzzle at his feathers, and then after a moment the gryphon starts to relax, stroking the back of Gary's crest. He has to reach his forelegs out fairly far to get to it. All the while, the Fearow can smell the bird's sweet fruity preening oils mixed with his pleasant birdy odor.

22:36 Gary Fearow dotes both the gryphon with his beak and talons, providing them both with some kneads and nuzzles and preens as well, going back and forth between them* Heh, well, thanks, you two. And here I thought I would have to wait and lurk a bit to find some kind folks.

22:38 < Gyro Feather> (The...hybrid?

22:38 < Kirby Yoshida> Dark is an Umbreon and a charmander, no?

22:40 < Kirby Yoshida> Hence, a hybrid.

22:41 < Gyro Feather> (Oh uhmmm...huh...this is embarassing >.>

22:44 Gyro Feather coos softly as he feels the bird giving him attention, but, his satisfaction turns to jealousy when he sees that char is getting just about equal time with th ebird. He redoubles his efforst at preening Garry, and tugs on his feathers.

22:45 DarkUmbreChar notices this change in the gryphon and shyly stops petting the fearow, not wanting to anger the gryphon. "um...sorry Mr gryphon and Mr fearow"

22:52 Gary Fearow feels bad that he’s seeming to push them apart.

22:56 DarkUmbreChar tries to reach for the fearow trying to climb onto its back so he isn't dangling in the air

22:57 Gary Fearow ruffles his feathers a bit and wonders what the Char is doing* H-hey, why are you trying to climb on me? You aren’t dangling or anything?

22:58 < Gary Fearow> *anything.

22:58 DarkUmbreChar goes onto your back sighing "I was dangling from the gryphons claws, I was holding onto Bryce and then I switched to the other claw, I'm just doing this so I'm not in danger, sorry"

23:01 Gary Fearow ruffles his feathers some more* Well, just be careful with that tail! Last thing I need is to have my feathers singed.

23:02 Gary Fearow peers to the gryphon and would start to preen Gyro again*

23:04 Gyro Feather casts an eye to teh charmander as he climbs onto Gary's back, and then...once he's moved on, he starts to coo, fanning his wings out when the beak runs over his own soft feathers. The smell that the bird had found initially comes out in hints of taste upon his fethers as the tongue works in conjunction to pull them straight. Gyro's tail flits back and forth comfortably as he closes his eyes.

23:04 DarkUmbreChar says, "oh don't worry, my tailflame doesn't burn unless I switch it to"

23:07 DarkUmbreChar looks at the gryphon "um...my name is dark!"

23:08 Gary Fearow preens some more gently, moving more up toward the beak and the head of the gryph, seeming to focus on the head quite a bit. The preens turn to prods, and his beak seems to widen a bit now and then in select places…*

23:10 Gyro Feather is fairly ticklish and, as the beak grows more aggressive against his body, his coos turn into laughs as he squirms and pushes at the beak. Soon enough he looses his balance and tumbles to the ground, belly up, left as a bundle of writhing bird. "H-hey! Gentle, gentle!" He calls out, not that the beak is hurting him. "G-Gyro-o." he offers back at the charmander between laughs.

23:11 DarkUmbreChar gave a smile, at least he got a response

23:19 Gary Fearow scoots around as his stomach rumbles deeply. He ruffles his feathers and as the beak comes down this time around, it’s stretched around the gryphon’s head and now, Gyro lifts up into the air and the Fearow works him into position, starting to swallow him down*

23:20 DarkUmbreChar held onto the fearows back as he squeaks, seeing that his eating the gryph, he blushes and watches, rubbing the back of the fearows head while he eats

23:21 Gyro Feather was taking a breath as it seemed like the fearow as starting to settle down once more, when, suddenly everything goes dark. Then, that long muscular neck tosses him up into the air by his own head, much like a heron would do with a fish they'd scooped out of the water. The bird yelps and flails his wings as he flips over once, and then starts to plumet down, head first towards Gary's sharp beak.

23:24 Gary Fearow considers going toward the water, as a heron might…but instead, he works the gryphon down dry, horking him in and swallowing the gryphon down into his neck. It stretches considerably, but he’s still able to guzzle Gyro quite effectively. It may be difficult for the hybrid to stay on, but one thing is for sure: this gryph is a lovely first meal for this new form of his!*

23:26 Gyro Feather watches in horror as the beak snaps open beneath him, reavailing a bright pinkish red flesh that lines the beak, and glistens in the light, before terminating in a deep dark hole at the back of his gullet. In only a moment after that, he squelches against the flesh, driven shoulder deep by his momentum before the beak closes against the rest of his body. The bird's head makes a rather substantial bulge in the smelly tube, while his claws reach and hook on the beak, hoping to pull his way out, likely a futile task.

23:29 Gary Fearow really hopes he’s not going to have to soak or beat his prey against a rock…the strong beak would make those claws less than effective. He moves the prey around, repositioning the gryphon for the most effective swallowing positions. It’s a little slow-going, but the rather large Fearow does subtly shift his size upward to speed things along a bit, reducing back down once Gyro is a little deeper and better sliding toward his belly. The Fearow is immensely warm within, as any good bird should be…the smell of an empty stomach lies ahead!+

23:32 Gyro Feather feels the surface lurch beneath him as the beak retracts and then darts forward in quick motions. He doesnt even last through the first one as his momentum dislodges those talons and forces him a little deeper between that tight tube in front of him which fills iwth more of his presence at each motion. Hot drool works itself between his feathers, matting them down and providing easier passage down the dark acrid smelling tunnel. He feels the beak give another lurch, and then another, and finally the beak snaps behind him, sealing his body away fromt he light.

23:35 Gary Fearow glrrrk, gwooorrk, slrrrk…the prey gradually moves down that long neck, leaving a bulge to linger at and near his chest, before it slips down and past the point of no return. The Fearow had a bit of pudginess to him before, but now he’s just plain fat, and only slightly encumbered…he won’t be flying for a little while.* Aaah! Well, that was a fine first meal to test things out. Good to know that I get some of the stretch that a regular wading bird has. *Inside, the walls squish around Gyro, kneading onto him, the gut squelching and rumbling. Seems he was quite hungry, and the gryphon definitely hit the spot!*

23:36 DarkUmbreChar blushes and gets down as he looks at the fearows belly, seeing the gryphon bulge out that gut, he puts his paws on the bulging stomach and slowly begins to rub in a circular motion, while he sometimes pushes softly while he rubs, almost kneading it in a sense.

23:39 < Bryce Daeless> Glad we're on the ground, and not on a decking or something...

23:40 < Remy Ballard> If we were on a ship, Remy here would land up on the crows-nest or on the mast.

23:40 Gary Fearow gets both a massage from the Char, and a nice jostling of his newly filled stomach at the landing of the Yveltal.* Oof!

23:40 < Bryce Daeless> Not a ship, decking. Like on a patio or the like.

23:41 Gyro Feather 's bulge shifts and fights within that gullet which easily expands to take more of his form, showing him off almost like a vacuum bed from the tight pressure around him. He can feel the Fearow arching its neck behind him, pressing him deeper until he reaches the entrence to that stomach, pushign him past the crop. The smell of bile rushes up to greet him as the pressure on his beak is let free, allowing him to call out to the Fearow and beg for freedom, for at least a couple moments before he tumbles the rest of the way into the belly, and splashes into the stomach acids. The bird yelps as he takes a wiff of the air, which leaves him dizzy from the fumes.

23:42 DarkUmbreChar continues the rubbing and light pushing as he looks up to the fearow "These rubs helping you relax Mr?"

23:44 Gary Fearow is a heron-esque bird…no crop here! Just pure round stomach, made to handle large meals, be they a bevy of Wurmple and Weedle or just something nice and large…he nods in response to the Char.* Quite relaxing Indeeed. I didn’t think I’d land such a large meal my first time here…be glad I did, otherwise it probably would have been you, little buddy.

23:45 < Gyro Feather> [sub]TIL I thought all irds did[/sub]

23:45 DarkUmbreChar keeps rubbing but shivers a bit as he hears that "a..ah...thank you um...for not eating me..." gulps nervously, but definitely kept up those professional rubs he gets paid by others to do, but this one was for free

23:48 < Gary Fearow> (Herons are designed to ingest whole prey, so theirs is greatly reduced, if even present at all.)

23:49 < Remy Ballard> (I only have one bird-character with a crop, and that's Alden. XP I don't really see a buzzard-like 'mon like Yveltal having one. XP)

23:50 Gyro Feather feels himself sag in that gut as the powerful juices from the stomach mix into his body, leaving his flesh beneath them starting to tingle, made worse by the shifting walls of the stomach as they make sure to get it deep into his body. Meanwhile the heat was getting to him as well, leaving him sweating inside the hot chamber, which did nothing in the awful himidity. He pushes out against the walls regardless, calling out for his freedom which was unlikely to come.

23:50 Gary Fearow starts to churn down the gryphon, his stomach churning and burbling loudly as the acids and enzymes mingle, mix, and melt the gryphon away! The feathery, soft belly is a pleasure to feel on the outside, but the inside is… considerably less so! He relaxes and enjoys that feeling of fullness.* |>

23:51 DarkUmbreChar rubs more and more as he looks up at the fearow "Seems like his getting softer by the minutes mr fearow"

23:54 Gyro Feather feels his body churning away into a thick sludge of the course of the next couple hours, as feathers fall away, revealing hot angry flesh, which then eventually gives way to fat, muscle and bone. The bird manages to survive through much of this as his limbs are reduced to nubs, while floating feather and flesh irriate his form each time the contraction forces them up into him. He's rendered deaf and blind as those two organs are eaten away...until finally the bird spasms and passes into oblivion, allowng the Fearow's gut to finish up working on him.

23:55 < Gyro Feather> (Soooo....Is disposal only a yes on Wes for some reason? If that's an accident, I wouldnt mind some...maybe ^^;

23:56 < Gary Fearow> (I wouldn’t mind doing disposal here. I just haven’t had a chance to really dig into the kinks and pick out specific ones for the Fearow, I just imported them)

23:56 < Gyro Feather> (Cool cool~

23:57 < Gyro Feather> (does a fearow do pellets, or does it all come out the other end? Well...actually dont answer I'll find out~

00:00 Gary Fearow sleeps. Over the course of hours and hours, every last piece of the gryph is digested, flowing through his body, contributing his nutrition and energy and fat to the larger Fearow…the belly softens; though he’s still very round. A deep rumbling would signal a need for release, and in no time flat, his tail lifts, the belly drops, and out of the cloaca comes a spllllrrrrrrtttccchhhrrrrrppp…a massive glob of rank wastes, tinged with white and littered with bits of feather and bone. Seems he’s quite an efficient digestive machine. Parts of the pile are brown, but it’s mostly white with that urea. The pile steams, and this is all that remains of a once-proud gryphon.*