Dealing with a Burgler

18 September 2018

19:16 < Spring-pon> Hmm, Spring burglarizing Gyro's home at night, being caught in the act?

19:18 < Gyro Feather> Could do~ She's probably looking to steal some of those exotic feathers huh, given how unusual they are!

19:19 < Spring-pon> If they look expensive, sure! c; What kinda place does Gyro live?

19:21 < Gyro Feather> A 2 story house at the edge of town, his bedrooms on the top floor.

19:21 < Spring-pon> Okie doke, is there anything you'd like to go over or shall I start us off?

19:21 < Gyro Feather> Nah, go ahead and give us a start~

19:27 Spring-pon had targeted this house for good reason, it the type to be filled with lootable stuffs, making them prime targets for a bit of thievery, often having valuables laying around in their particularly large and lush layouts, and their denizens being the kind to go out at night to spend their money in the town. First things first, she better check no one's actually here, first stopping and simply staring in through the window she was planning on entering through, hovering outside with her wings. Nopony sleeping in the bed, excellent, she may as well start here then. Being an expert at burglary by now, Spring manages to open the window silently, slipping in with barely a sound before closing the window behind her.

19:36 Gyro Feather may not have been sleeping in his bed, but rather was instead in his office across the hall, with the door locked tight. It was in this office that he worked on blueprints for vessels of several customers, working to meet their needs in his designs. THe door itself was directly opposite the exit of his bedroom, and it was well made enough that light did not bleed in through the crack at the bottom of it. His bedroom did not seem to have too much of value in it, other than a large painting of celestia that hung opposite the foot of his bed along the wall, though a cursory search may reveal a hoofful of different toys for use in bed.

19:41 Spring-pon is only going to be taking things that she can easily carry, a portrait of Celestia not being one of them, the bat mare rolling her eyes at it, she not sharing the love so many ponies seem to have for the royals, even less so ones that hang large paintings of them in their bedrooms. She grumbles at her lack of findings, other than the fact that the occupant seems to be fairly deviant, surely they must have a watch or a wallet or something? If not in here, then somewhere else in the house perhaps, she moving to open the door and venture out onto the landing.

19:48 Gyro Feather was working dilligently in his study, though, the work he did was quiet, and that, paired with the heavy oaken door between him and Spring was enough to hide the sound even to her sensitive bat ears. Directly in front of her is a heavy door with some carvings inlaid into it that screamed not being apart of the original house. Seems like someone did not want her or anypony else to be able to get into this room without being welcomed in. A brass handle provided contrast to the dark brown color, with a keyhole beneath it. To the right was the stairway down towards the rest of the house, and directly below here was the living room at the bottom of the stairwell. That looked to perhaps have some promise as well.

19:54 Spring-pon gazes at it. The fancy door raises an eyebrow, but nothing more for the time being, Spring figuring she may try and take a look inside on her way out just in case, opting for the more reliable sources of income downstairs. She masks her hoofsteps with her wings to lighten her step; she may believe the house is empty, but she wasn't going to take any unnecessary risks. She noses her way around mostly in drawers, looking for wallets or jewellery, as well as any ornaments that she can comfortably fit inside the satchel that she's wearing strapped to her side.

20:03 Gyro Feather 's house is evident of wealth from the well crafted hoof made furniture, inlade with tasteful carvings and some of the more expensive bottles of alchol in the wine cabinet, but...it seemed like the unicorn wasnt actually much of the ornamental type. His downstairs bookshelf revealed a weatlh of technical manuals including several ones imported from other kingdoms. There are plenty of paintings, including one or two of the houses sole occupant, though little in the way of physical ornaments. THe best she can find are a couple pieces of expensive jewelry locked away in a drawer in the living room, and a small bag of bits in the kitchen.

20:11 Spring-pon is in fact quite the alcohol drinker, it just isn't often she happens across someone who actually owns a wine cabinet, and with how little she's turned up so far, has no issue filling her satchel with some bottles. "Bingo~" She murmurs to herself when she eventually comes across the jewellery in the drawer, the lock eventually springing open with some work, a little harder than the window. She has wine, she has valuables, this hit may not be great in the quantity area, but it makes up for it in the quality. With her bag now already quite heavy with the bottles alone, she decides that she may as well call it a night, deciding to head out the way she came in, climbing back up the stairs again.

20:21 Gyro Feather was just finishing up for the night as Spring invaded his cabinet, and was standing in front of the window in his bedroom, examining it to figure out why exactly it was open. He was pretty sure that he'd left it closed, and yet here it was. As he's clicking the window shut once more, his feathers twitch. WHy was he hearing the clinking of bottles just a little down the stairs? He moves to one of the dark corners of the room to wait, ready to pounce on whoever happens to show themselves on into his room. This had to be their escape path of choice, given what he's found, and what he hears.

20:22 < Spring-pon> // If you read back, she closed it behind her c; But no biggie!

20:22 < Gyro Feather> (Oh...ooops >.< sorry

20:30 Spring-pon , Reaching the top of the stairs, Spring takes a look over at the mystery door from earlier, figuring she'll sate her curiosity before she leaves, otherwise she'll be wondering about it later on. There could be a safe in there for all she knows, which would explain how there are barely any valuables lying around the house, she'd gladly leave the bottles if that ended up being the case.

20:37 Gyro Feather hears her start to jingle with his door as she plays with his lock, tied to a particular magic key he kept, and then creeps around the corner. She was a curious looking pony, all black, wiht only a the slightest amount of grey to her form upon her body, and with a heavy sack hanging off of her side. He only regards her for a moment though, before silently, he leaps forward, claws outstreched, and tackles her against the door with all of his weight. Sharp digits dig into her fur as he lands on top of her, drawing a trickle of crimson.

20:39 < Spring-pon> // I am actually... Super tired (nearly 3am) and I wouldn't want to get to the good stuff and drop off entirely in the middle of it. Will you be good to resume this tomorrow?

20:40 < Gyro Feather> (I will, aye, I dont generally get home til like 6 CST btw

20:40 < Spring-pon> // This way it's my turn to post as well, so you don't have to worry about working up the will to write cold x3

20:41 < Spring-pon> // Midnight for me, which is fine

20:41 < Spring-pon> // I'll just save this

20:42 < Gyro Feather> (Alright

20:43 < Spring-pon> Done! Sorry this session ended up being shorter than you had hoped.

20:43 < Spring-pon> That's timezones for you

20:43 < Gyro Feather> its fine, it happens

20:43 < Spring-pon> I shall see you tomorrow hopefully

20:43 < Spring-pon> Take care ♥

10:43 Spring-pon isn't even given a chance to get the door open and unveil the mystery of the room before she's abruptly and ferociously set upon, being blindsided by the griffin as he slams into her, sandwiching her against the door before pinning her to the floor. "Augh!!" She cries out sharply from shock and pain, the griffin's claws cutting into her enough to draw blood, Spring immediately being dumped with adrenaline, reacting by trying to buck her attacker off of her as hard as she can.

10:47 < Spring-pon> // Shieeeet, terrible timing, but I actually gotta put this on pause for now. I WILL be available in an hour or so though

10:48 < Gyro Feather> (Damn :(

10:48 < Spring-pon> // Lemme guess, you're not available then?

10:48 < Gyro Feather> (I should be

10:48 < Spring-pon> // Ah good, I'll let you know when I'mback

12:30 < Spring-pon> // Back!

12:30 Gyro Feather takes a blow to the gut from her legs as they plow into his belly, drawing air out of his lungs with a sharp squawk, but its not enough to knock him off. His needs search out, and then pin her thighs open as if he was intent on penetrating her, but from the glare in the gryphons eyes, this was clearly not eveident. "What are you doing in my house?" He growls, digging his sharp tips in further into her body, adding th ebright crimson to her otherwise nonchromatic coat.

12:37 Spring-pon finds The hit is satisfying, but not fruitful enough for Spring to break free, despite her efforts, she being much lighter than the gryphon, and smaller. Another attempt at a kick sees her hind legs spread apart and pinned, unable to wriggle out. "Agh!- Fuck you!" Spring exclaims in reply, the pain from his talons worsening as they continue to dig into her, she instead trying to butt him in the head this time, her expression curled up in a grimace of ferocity and strain.

12:49 Gyro Feather opens his beak wide when she attempts to head butt him, and instead of landing against his head, her crown is enveloped in warm pulsing flesh as it hits the back of his gullet. The force is enough to cause his beak to rapidly expand and the impact forces him to swallow. Suddenly she's surrounded in his hot muscular gullet which clenches upon her head, while the stale scent of his drool fills her nose.

12:54 < Gyro Feather> (Sorry about the pause, I had needed to grab breakfast

12:54 < Spring-pon> // No problem

12:55 Spring-pon notices The result is unexpected, to say the least, Spring not feeling the hard crack of skull-on-skull impact, but more of a strange soft and wet squelch, drool immediately gunking up her mane and trickling down her face. "Eugh!" She grunts in disgust, trying to yank her head back out again like an elastic band snapping back into position, desperate to free it from the warm and muculent trappings of the gryphon's throat, it quite an awkward position to be in as well with him on top of her in such a fashion.

13:00 Gyro Feather finds hismelf rather surprised sat this turn of events as well, but well... he wasn't against what happened. The bird takes a moment to relax his throat and darts his beak down, squelching it around her shoulders with a self satisfied gulp. The ripple of his powerful muscles drags her face deeper into his body, while his sharp beak cuts into her chest, preventing her from making any sort of retreat. All around her, she could hear the loud growl of the angry gryphon, even more fierce when heard through his own flesh.

13:08 Spring-pon 's head shape balloons the gryphon's neck and chest out, her muzzle being pressed down against her chest with her ears flattened against her skull. "Mrfm- MMMF!" She cries out muffledly as he takes advantage, widening his beak and diving himself down to cram more of the vehemently struggling bat mare down his salivating gorge, feeling his beak squeezing tightly around her, tongue worming against her over her eyes and nostrils, the latter which quickly fill with the muggy stench of his breath cascading over her.

13:19 Gyro Feather wraps his claws around her body, and pulls her up into a sitting position so that his beak can more easily creep down her body. Another gulp and he's right at the base of her wings, with his tongue exploring over her charcoal black chest, leaving thick liquid in its wake. The heat of his body blasts down over her form with each breath, carrying iwth it the stale meaty scent of food long gone by. All around her face, the muscles squeeze in regular tight contractions, holding her mouth shut and prventing her from calling out, not that there was anyone near enough to the house to help her anyways.

13:25 Spring-pon hears that the landing is eerily quiet save for the sounds of their combined scuffling, Spring's muffled vocalizations of panic and revulsion, and the moist squelches and swallows of the gryphon feasting upon her. She can barely breathe being stuffed inside such a tight and humid place, her hind legs frantically trying to kick out as she's hoisted upright, her entire body writhing and bucking as much as she can muster in her frenzied bid for survival, she never imagining a burglary would ever go this badly. Police? Sure, that was always a possibility, but being [i]eaten alive?[/i] She hadn't thought of it in her worst nightmares.

13:34 Gyro Feather uses his laws to fold her wings to her sides at a rather awkward position, straining the wing joints before the bird forces himself down a little bit further, locking that position in place as the muscles roll over them. In front of him, he could feel the scruffy sensation of the strap of her napsack, while bottles clink inside from their motions. Fortunately, withi himself wedged between her hind legs, she's got no where to strike upon his body with her bucks, and, he even starts to fall into her rhythm, using her own thrusts to work herself deeper. The mare's body presses into his crop, where some of the mushy remains of rice and vegitables squelch up against her muzzle in the pitch black.

13:43 Spring-pon has never felt so helpless, the gryphon far stronger than her, she almost like a doll in his claws, almost effortlessly keeping her subdued as she thrashes around with every fiber of her being whilst he gradually devours her, the utter humiliation and disgust swelling in her chest like a ball of spikes. "Nmmmk- mnnnn!" Globs of drool trickle down her fur faster than his beak can keep up, eventually gooping off of her and onto the floor to begin a little sticky pool. There's a distinctly soft squish as her muzzle is pressed against the mush of food resting in the gryphon's crop, it as foul as one would imagine, it smearing over her face, she having to give her nostrils a blast to make sure they don't become plugged.

13:56 Gyro Feather relaxes the back of his crop and suddenly turns his head towards the ceiling, lining up the pull of gravity with the relentless tugs of his throat. Claws slice through the fabric of the bag, letting it drop tot he ground with a loud crash, freeing him up to take further swallows. CLosing his eyes, a tremendous gulp rolls through his body, drawing the poor mare up to her hips in his beak, where his tongue can easily run up between her hinds. THere, he finds the sweet nectar center of her body and traces his tongue along her mound in soft gentle strokes. Saliva drizzles down her hooves in long strings from the puddle, splattering into the bird's chest with each kick. Meanwhile her head finally makes the short trip from his crop to his belly, where a blast of putrid scents roll over her, mixed with the stink of acrid bile.

14:06 Spring-pon cries, "MRRRF!" as she feels everything shift around her, her hind legs being lifted off of the ground as her flanks are raised to the ceiling, taking away any grounding that she had, and making the only place for her to go being down the gryphon's cramped and slick gorge. The crash of her bag falling to the floor, is incredibly loud in comparison to everything else, it drowning out the suppressed wails and wet squelches for just a moment before the house becomes relatively still again. There's a particularly sharp yelp as the gryphon wriggles his tongue between her thighs to roll it against her sex, though more like a tender lover than a predator, Spring feeling her face somehow burn even redder than they were before, horribly violated despite the gryphon's comparative softness. This combines with the shock of his stomach as well, the stench like it physically hits her, making her gag and become light headed.

14:14 Gyro Feather runs over the flushing lump several times, before hooking his tongue deep inside of those lips, and i the process pushing her further back into his throat. THe bird lingers there for only a short while, before finally thrusting it down the tube of his gullet, and axxepting the rest of her into his maw, slowly, with each roll of peristaltic motion. Finally his beak clamps shut, and he traces the rest of her figure down his throat towards his belly. From there, he sits down and sighs, satisfied, to himself. "You should not have broken into my house," he growls at her, with his voice booming in her ears from all around.

Inside his bellythe remains of his food were fairly evident, squishing into her fur like soft mud, and working into every crevice of her body. His heart thumped a slow and steady beat and his breathing rang in her ears. The heat of his core was enough to leave most things sweating, not that the humidity of his gut made such a tactic very effective.

14:22 < Spring-pon> // Well damn, talk about good/bad timing, I got company. Is it alright if we put this on pause? I should be back on later in like... 4 hours at most.

14:23 < Gyro Feather> (Alright

14:23 < Spring-pon> // I'mma try and quickly save the log so I don't lose it

17:37 < Spring-pon> kewl

17:49 Spring-pon physically jolts as the gryphon's tongue fully slides its way into her sex like a fat and slimy worm, it bad enough that she's being eaten alive, but deeply violated as well. Her hind hooves cringe and twist as he drags her inside, her flanks being squished within his beak before being squeezed down the back of his gullet, only her legs left to sink down into the oppressively tight folds of wet flesh. "Gneu-ughhh- aahh~!!" She groans muffledly, the last that's seen of her being her hind hooves curling on in themselves as they're crammed into the gryphon's slobbering gob, disappearing into his dark and squelching depths.

After a short and awkward jostling, Spring is forced to scrunch and curl up on herself within the cramped sac of the gryphon's stomach, eventually ending up in the fetal position with her back pressing against the outside, the gryphon's gut now engorged with the obvious distension of live prey. She can barely move, save for her restless and uncomfortable squirming, mushed and squeezed in with the rest of the stomach's contents slopped all over her in a horrid chyme that's so disgusting she struggles for breath, she only able to gasp and grunt for now.

18:01 Gyro Feather crooons softly to himself as he finds the motions of the creature shifting within his belly quite pleasant, like a little massage from the inisde as her form presses back out and hangs beneath his body, to press into the ground. As he looks at the way the bulges shift beneath his light blue flesh, his eyes catch on the bag left on the ground next to him, where, upon examination, there's a fair amount of alcohol. "Ohh...what an awful little thief you were trying to be. Some of these bottles are worth a pretty bit." Bottles clink as he works his claws through the bag until he finds exactly what he's looking for. A sharp dry red wine, and while he doesnt have a glass to pour himself something from it, he pops the cork anyways. "mmm I've never had the opportunity to pair horse with a wine before...but I have a feeling this wil compliment your flavor quite well." He takes a swig, letting the earthy frutiy flavors roll over his tongue, before a swallow sends a mouthful of the substance to rain on the poor mare, carrying with it some of his air, and plenty of the scent of alcohol. He follows that first gulp up with yet more, while inside the walls of the stomach roll gently across her form, working in icky juices, which have not yet begun to burn.

18:07 Spring-pon finds it's impossible for her to get comfortable in such a place, any time she shifts to try and stretch out her surroundings so that they don't press in on her so much, they quickly press back against her, almost like some kind of elastic, except it's soft and slick. Every movement she makes elicits some kind of awful squish or squelch as some partially digested mulch is mushed into or over her some more, the whole experience making her stomach do somersaults. "Auuughhhh... L-Let me out..." She whimpers, grimacing as liquid is splashed over her, its distinct scent making it easily identifiable, she having no desire to try and drink it herself in her state, feeling the pillows of stomach flesh gently churn around her whilst viscous digestive fluids are secreted over her with a cacophony of burbles and glorps.

18:12 Gyro Feather manages to work through about half of the bottle of wine before he decides that he's drunk his fill and recorks the bottle, setting it down next to the others. All around her she could feel and hear his chest rumbling in a rapid vibrate, expressing his pleasure with the present situation. Gyro begins to plod towards his bed in the ajacent room, scraping his belly across the ground, before climbing up to it. He sprawls out on his side, with all themotions causing his gut to rock and churn, throwing his meal this way and that. He smirks as he hears her cries and shakes his head with emphasis. "Let you out? Why would I do something silly like that. If I let you go...well, you'll probably try and make out with your stash once more when I fall back asleep. No...I think this is preferable for both of us."

18:21 Spring-pon feels the confines of her revolting prison rock and shift around with the gryphon's movements, his once lean belly now completely swollen with the lump of a pony tucked snugly within, occasionally squirming from her own uncomfortable restlessness, making his gut jiggle and gurgle in turn. There's another shift of gravity as he clambers into bed and lies on his side, she now lying on her side as well with the bed pressing against her, and the stomach juices pooling on that side as well. "Urghn... N-No- please- I've learnt my lesson! I'll leave and you'll never see me again!" She pleads, panting somewhat from the sweltering heat wrapped up in her cocoon of flesh, every inch of her coated in some kind of slime or indiscernible chyme of mushed up food.

18:30 Gyro Feather had left her stewing in his belly long enough at this point that the powerful liquids in his stomach were surely starting to eat away at her form, sending little prickles of discomfort beneath her fur as dead skin began to give way to living tissue beneath. All around her she can hear the rapid thumping of his heart and the squirting of blood through nearby arteries, while his lungs draw in deep breaths to faciliatate his constant guttural purrs. THere's really no stillness inside of there as the muscles she layws upon shrink and expand in a rolling motion, while other bodily processes press against the flesh inside. Smirking at his meal, he prods her where he thinks her snout is and says, "Well...no...you'lll never see me again, but...I'll see you again, after you slop free from my tailhole...and when your skul falls from my beak~ No one else will see you again though..except maybe when you're reclaimed for one fo the feilds."

18:32 < Spring-pon> // I know it sucks, but I really need to try and get to sleep now, got work in the morning

18:33 < Gyro Feather> (Write a post of her passing out? then I can pm you the final

18:34 < Spring-pon> // You sure? I mean I wouldn't mind continuing this on with her experiencing more stuff if you would prefer.

18:34 < Gyro Feather> (Eh...ya I think we should

18:34 < Gyro Feather> (Feel free to do more than ehr passing out if you want, graphic is fine n all :B

18:35 < Spring-pon> // Hehe, I'm not a super fan of hard graphic so I'll just write her passing out :P

18:39 < Spring-pon> // Sorry it's short, but I gotta "run" (to sleep)

18:39 < Spring-pon> // Hope you've had fun!

18:50 Gyro Feather 's belly serves to slowly melt her away into a slurry thoughout the night, stripping meat from bones and leaving those and fur in their wake as it does its grisly work of turning her into chyme. That mess empties into his intestine, and, aided by the alcohol, gets propelled along faster than otherwise normal. Much of her meat passes on to form a mass of waste in his bowels to process into muck.

The bird is awakened a little into the next morning by an urgent pressing at his tail hole, that rises him out of bed. His slightly fattened belly sways as he dashes off to his bathroom, and plops down on the seat. There, his sphincter slowly relaxes, letting out the muck that he'd produced the night before of the mare, rank and vile. He ca feel it slowly extruding from his rump, and in his alcohol relaxed state, the thick log has been left pretty well together, forming a long snake that curls and curls inside the bowl without ever breaking. There's no identifying features in what he's leaving in the porceline throne, just a long snake of brown that smells heavily of sulfer, an indication of it having been meat. It takes him a good half an hour to dump his load, and even when he's finished he has to use toilet paper to press in and work the rest out. "You try to steal from me..and you wont leave..." he grumbles. Finally finished, the bird grabs for the plunger as he flushes and gets the rest of her down.

All that's left to deal with is the lump of pony that's formed at the base of his crop. A couple quick hacking coughs and he's through with that though. Spring's pellet drops like a stone into the trash can, with bits of white bone providing a heavy contrast to her dark fur. The mare's skull is left grinning her sharp teeth at the bird. He crushes the pellet underneath a paw to hide the evidence and turns to wander off, eager to start his day.