Chasing a Cookie

3 October 2018

17:40 Snowy Alpaime offers a cookie.

17:41 Gyro Feather nomphs said cookie

17:41 Snowy Alpaime squeaks, counting her digits!

17:47 Gyro Feather hadnt eaten any of her digits.

17:51 Snowy Alpaime does it as a reflex, soon she sits back on her haunches, struggling to further the conversation, she hadn't expected to get this far.

17:53 Gyro Feather slides a little closer to snowy and snuffles around, looking for another cookie, his jaws drooling.

17:55 < Gyro Feather> (If we do noms...I'm kinda really into digestion and not endo ya know...

17:55 Snowy Alpaime has to pat herself down to find the last of the emergency cookies, which she happily offers.

17:55 < Snowy Alpaime> (A-as long as it's not gorey or painful, I can lean into it~)

17:58 < Gyro Feather> (Hehehe~ maybe then~ if the borb doesnt accidentally get himself all gurgled up by a cute owl gryph~

17:59 < Snowy Alpaime> (If you're enticing enough, she'll possibly snap you up, gently swallow you down and...well, I can sometimes go a bit 'gorier' for cuties~)

17:59 Gyro Feather lets out a soft happy chirp as several more cookies are produced, and these follow in turn by the bird, pressing down into his gullet with a couple quick chews and a swallow. He brings his head a little closer sniffing at her, and probably getting a wiff of her breath. "More cookies?"

18:03 Snowy Alpaime innately smells of vanilla, but the scent of those delicious baked treats seems to permanently hang upon her beak, when they pass by her maw in their sniffing the alpine steals a soft kiss upon their cheek, "Sorry love, I had just eaten the rest on my way here from deliveries...But...Hmm~"

18:07 Gyro Feather 's eyes seem to light up as he smells not only a lovely scent of vanilla, but the tell tail sign of cookies upon her beath, even if a bit stale and sour at this point. Before he can react though, he feels her beek hit his cheek and blushes. "W-well...you can bring them up from your crop right?" He asks, grinning, just like a greedy little chick. His own smell is soft and fruity on top of the usual gentle avian smells.

18:16 Snowy Alpaime for once she has a prodding from her predatory side and a plan forms in those silver flecked eyes. She smiles oh so warmly before murmuring 'Just tilt your head up and open you maw a bit Sugar~', her eyes drift closed to barely open slits, barely able to see him beneath her while her beak hangs above him, starting to open with throat pulsating.

18:23 < Gyro Feather> (Hmm how big is snowy presently?

18:26 < Gyro Feather> (boop?

18:28 < Gyro Feather> (Just trying to get an idea for things to make sense in this next post :P

18:30 < Snowy Alpaime> (She's normally horse sized dear.)

18:31 < Gyro Feather> (sounds good, I looked through your profile, but there was uhh lots of options :B

18:33 Gyro Feather cheeps happily and sits down beneath her, and opens his beak up wide, allowing her to see down his dark red gullet. Bits of drool run down inside of his beak and flesh quivers expectantly. "Mmm I cant wait~" He mumbles, open beaked at her, looking just like a chick awaiting his mother in a nest.

18:35 Snowy Alpaime is definitely eyeing that gullet with a rumble in her throat, though he does get a full view of her ebony inner flesh, just before she snaps down, her beak closing over his chest and shoulders, securely tightening around his much smaller form before she starts lifting him up, exposing her hidden strength~

18:41 Gyro Feather stares up into the gaping tunnel above him expectantly, waiting for the series of convulsions that will bring the pre-eaten cookies back up to sate him. As he does so, he feels a long strand of drool fall down and break from teh other's beak, splattering into his soft downy feathers. Next thing he knows, everythign goes black as that beak shoves down on top of him, while a soft humid flesh works slippery liquid into his body. The feathers have the same flavor as the scent hints at, though only on teh surface, like the bird uses it to preen. This first jolt leaves him stunned, and so...its not until he's lifed up off the ground that he really begins to thrash around.

18:44 Snowy Alpaime holds him steady with powerful jaws, that beak barely giving him a centimeter of clearance for all his struggles while her eyes flutter with pleasure. Fore between his taste and his thrashing she feels a deep pleasure of predatory pleasure that only grows by the second and becomes more potent when she opens her beak between squirms to snap it closed over a few inches more of his form. This is only eased by the heated saliva that coats his feathers thoroughly, making him slick and perfect...~

18:50 Gyro Feather 's sharp talons reach up to grab ahold of her beak as if he thoguht that he perhaps might be able to force the jaws apart, but it has more of the effect of him climbing up into the maw, enabling her to drive him deeper all the more easier as the beak jerks back and then darts down on top of him. As his head presses deeper, his beak starts to reach the back of her throat, teasing it open while steaming liquid runs down his form, leaving him glistening with slickness. The bird whines and calls out his displeasure, but the tight flesh keeps him pretty well muffled from anything intelligible.

18:55 Snowy Alpaime rumbles around his form as she tilts her head completely back, letting gravity drag him down when she open that beak, the thick saliva in her maw making the slide all the easier, coupled with the fact his forepaws were already nearing her throat, she is certain he's lost himself to her welcoming maw. It only takes a single gulp to drag him half way into that throat, as the size difference just makes it all the better for him to fit along it. She can't stop herself, she wanted to savor him, but after the first swallow, a second follows, nearly depositing him into her crop~

19:00 < Gyro Feather> /me squirms in her gullet, fighting against the swallow as that first pressure wave rushes over his head, grabbing upon him and squeezing liquid into his ears as it pulls his body inwards. Beneath her snowy chest, a large indistinct lump of his form can be seen, growing thicker as the next swallow leavs only a pair of kicking legs and a swishing tail behind him. The bird's beak squelches in through the crop, along with his chest, pressing into the mush of cookies that the bird had consumed only a little before, and after a contraction, he gets a beakful of the sweet substance as the large mass stuffs into his beak, in essence, gagging him.

19:04 Snowy Alpaime lifts a paw to drag it along her throat, tracing her snack's squirming head before a giggle escapes her, jostling his form. She swallows once more, leaving his form following the contour of her crop, slipping between flesh and cookie, pushing the slick substance into his already saliva thickened before he settles below the mass and she is left to finally close ehr maw, slurping up his tail~

19:10 Gyro Feather 's body is still fairly large for the organ he slips into, and, as his hips slip into the slippery sack, his form is left making a loose protrustion just above her chest, spreading the feathers thin. The thick goopy cookie mass obstructs his speech, while her clenching muscles massage the mudlike substance into his fur and feathers, leaving him coated in a new layer of muc, The bird protests none the less inside of there and kicks his legs out against the walls. His beak bites and tears at the cookie between it, but at this stange its nearly as thick and stuck as peanutbutter.

19:13 Snowy Alpaime smirks rather widely before her shoulders roll and she rises. She's decided to give him a few hours to think about how much trouble his greed has gotten him into, but besides that she can't wait to feel him so stuck in the cookie he can no longer move...She briefly feels evil but with a coo she continues through her day, deflecting any questions of whats writhing in that trembling and bulged crop. Besides, eventually the acids will set in, right?~

19:14 < Gyro Feather> (Uhh...acids dont set in in the crop :P

19:15 < Gyro Feather> (its like a holding sack for the stomach which is beyond :B

19:16 < Snowy Alpaime> (I though it ground meat from bone...I may have avians mixed up, it's been forever since I used full process x3x" Sorry hun.)

19:17 < Gyro Feather> (Thats the gizzard :B No worries though ^^;

19:17 < Snowy Alpaime> (Oh fluff me.)

19:17 < Gyro Feather> (thats uhh sorta beyond the stomach..though really the two transfer back and forth during the process.

19:19 Gyro Feather squawks and groans as he's mixured further with teh gryphons' cookie mess, and whatever else she decides to consume as she goes about her day, eventually causing the crop to fill up with enough stuff that the bird can hardly move, let alone speak or protest. The smell of acids slwoly waft up from teh stomach, causing him to gag on teh scent. Worse yet, with as mixed up as he is in the food, there's no way she'll be able to differentiate him from the rest of the mush in there when her crop starts to move.

19:20 Gyro Feather is left feeling rather cramped throught hte day, and the massages of the muscles only make things worse, leaving him tight and constricted, his entire body aching. He really hped that this gryphon would cough him up.

19:20 < Gyro Feather> (Sorry...realized I wanted to tack on)

19:23 Snowy Alpaime feels that it's time as she nestled back into her nest and with an evil smile she gulps deeply, setting the descent of the crop's contents into motion letting, the now absolute mess of matted gryphon, travel down towards her stomach, easing the mess into it while the gryphoness kneads upon her nest with shyly triumphant euphoria. This is a sensation she can certainly grow to adore!~

19:30 Gyro Feather 's body stretches out her second throat walls pleasantly as his rather bound form begins to press on through it in one congealed mass, though she can feel him moving within her anyways, struggling weakly. In moments his head presses into the stomach beyond, filling his nares with the foul stench of her bile, and after a moment he even starts to slide on into it, finding the pool deep in anticipation of her meal. The bigger organ allows the bird to start to work himself free of his bindings, aided byt he powerful acids around him, even as the kneading forces of the stomach muscles fight to keep him contained.

19:33 Snowy Alpaime soon rolls onto her back to knead along her belly, delighting in the fact his word has been inverted and everything uprooted, who knows what havoc she's innocently wrought upon him during the motion, but for now she cares not while she savors the rare sensation of something squirming and wriggling in the depths of her most private places. This is definitely a rare experience for her and once in a lifetime for him~

19:40 Gyro Feather may have been experiencing a once in a lifetime event, but even still, the gryphon was certainly not in any mood to appreciate this fact as the disgusting organic motions fo his prison force a tingling slime up across his body. As she suddenly inverts, his head is dropped below the surface of the liquid, leaving it flowing up into his nostrils and stinging the soft areas inside. He panic and thrashes harder yet, braking some of himself free from his goopy glue and pulling his head back up out of the bitter tasting liquids. As the cookies digest teh air turns sickly sweet and his beak manages to come undone. "S-spit me out!" He calls out, though his words are certainly well muffled by her flesh.

19:44 Snowy Alpaime finds it surprisingly easy to ignore his pleas for freedom, especially as she can feel that letting him out would be far more trouble than just letting the problem fade away. Her large paws continues to knead deep and press at teh flesh above him, quite possibly rubbing over him with the powerful digits. But after a few more moments her head reclines back into the nest while the purrs starts again, faintly vibrating his prison~

19:57 < Snowy Alpaime> (Hey hun, you mind if we pause and pick up another time? I've got alot going on IRL and I'm worried I'm going to end up missing a post and leave you waiting for hours.)

19:58 < Gyro Feather> (That or we can take it slow, I'm fine with either.

19:59 < Snowy Alpaime> (Pause for now, I'll do my best to pick up with more vigor later, or tomorrow.)