Failing Vengeance

7 October 2018

13:27 Gyro Feather flutters on in

13:47 < Lemon_Drop> birb

13:48 Willa_Changeling [color=green]BELCHES[/color] up a [url=https://www.f-list.net/c/Celaeno%20The%20Captain]bird[/url] skull

13:49 < Lemon_Drop> Lewd

13:49 < Skull Grunt James> I wanted her hat.

13:50 Willa_Changeling belches up the hat. It's tattered, torn and acid burnt, but it's still the hat.

13:50 < Laamea Jarreau> Rip birb

13:52 < Willa_Changeling> Thus always to birbs

13:54 < Bryce-bold> [sub]Oh hey, that's a familiar looking inline[/sub]

13:56 < Lemon_Drop> purtey deer

13:58 < Willa_Changeling> [sub]Fitting art from a great artist :p[/sub]

14:06 Gyro Feather stares at the skull that pops out, and bug eyes, taking a couple steps back from Willa

14:09 Willa_Changeling casually yawns, showing off those sharp fangs of hers, not to mention the long, forked tongue and waiting maw for a moment, before her jaws snap shut again. "...what? We eat emotions, didn't ya realise we stuffed the rest of folks down too, ya big chicken?" She teases, snickering at him.

14:25 Gyro Feather catches the gleam of her fangs in the light and visibly shudders, letting out a soft whine. "Uhh...I...figured that was reserved just for ponies. A bird should be...getting the better of a bug like you." His feathers fluff up and he spreads his wings, trying to look more intimidating towards the bug, though his nerviousness shows through in his trembles, as does his casual glances to the sides.

14:25 < Gyro Feather> (Sorry willa, was helping with dinner prep.

14:29 Willa_Changeling rolls her eyes. "Bird, pony, griffin, you'll all just snacks at the end of the day." She says, before belching up some more feathers, bleached white and damaged by her stomach acids. "...should have probably plucked her first. Somepony somewhere would have probably paid a fuckload for an authentic feather duster," she ponders, before shrugging, resuming her lazing about for now. "But eh. Try not to be a bird brain like she was, and maybe you'll manage to live a while longer, eh?"

14:39 Gyro Feather frowns at the implied threat and nods his head. "Al...alright you look a little busy anyways..." he says, and as he backs away, he takes care not to take his eyes off of Willa for one moment. Of course, he's waiting for the bug to lose interest in him and close her eyes back for another doze.

14:52 Willa_Changeling shrugs, settling back down and getting comfortable, keeping one eye open and on the bird, just in case. What? She didn't hatch yesterday.

14:56 Gyro Feather frowns and flutters away into the sky, only ti circle back on willa 10 minutes later. That point, he cant see if tehy're actually paying attention, but he does dive from the air with the intention of colliding down into her. He'll get revenge for his fellow bird.

15:00 Willa_Changeling is keeping an eye on him. Considering his's an predator in his own right, and she's still full of digesting, glorping, melting bitch bird, she'd be stupid not to. To Gyro, it might seem like she's forgotten about him, given that she doesn't seem to move when he dives down...that is, till she throws her head up at the last moment, mouth open wide...there's no time for him to divert. Woops!

15:09 Gyro Feather crashes down through the air at Willa, grinning as it seems he's getting incredbly close. Wind rushes through his feathers leaving him feeling exhilarated. As his wings begin to flare to lessen the impact to that of a less hazardous level, and bringing his hind paws forward, suddenly he catches glimpes of the dull red insides of the maw, but he cant stop or turn. His hind paws hit the flesh and are directed in towards the gullet with a loud squelch, though much of the force of his landing is still transfered into the bug.

15:12 Willa_Changeling 'maw is more green on the inside than red. Why? She's a weird ass bug. Bleeds green goop too. Tis weird. She reflexively [b]gulps[/b] as she feels him entering down into the gullet, the force of the impact stretching it out rapidly for a moment, before it springs back to safe. Good thing everyone here is a bit springy and stretchy. The rest of the impact is absorbed, the large bulging gut she's resting on helping to disperse it away, acting as a shock absorber, even if it does cause it to jiggle about. She cocks her head back, gulping again, rolling her eyes. "Mhmmhm mhmmhm mhmhm." She says, words muffled by the bird in her throat.

15:21 Gyro Feather 's hind paws slip down into the green gullet with that first swallow in its powerful grip, slowed slightly by his sudden entry giving willa no time to get him fully lubed up, leaving his fur to stick to the sides of her gullet. It takes him a moment to get out of the shock of this change of situation, but once he does, he lets out a loud squawk and flaps his wings hard, trying to extricate himself. He manages to generate enough lift to pull himself up and part of willa too, though her gut and the strenth of her gullet are too much for him to carry. "L-let me go you dumb insect!"

15:35 Willa_Changeling splutters a bit as that unlubricated fur slides down into her throat. The fact her throat is more slimey than a pony's helps slightly, but it's still off putting for a moment. She bites down, fangs and jaw pressing against Gyro, holding him in place, preventing him from sliding down any deeper for now, as she swallows the saliva gathering in her mouth, to help lubricate the bird meat already swallowed. Once that's done, she releases her grip slightly, if only to let her [b]gulp[/b] again and resume dragging more of the griffin into her mouth, hind half first.

15:41 Gyro Feather lets out a loud yelp of pain as he suddenly feels those sharp fangs piercing his felsh as they lock him in place, drawing deep wells of crimson irony blood that flows down her throat, and hurts even worse as he beats his wings down, trying to fly out of those gripping teeth. The blood, combined with the saliva, however, work to quickly matt down his dry fur, enabling her next swallow to tug him far deeper. THe bird crys out in pain and brings his claws down to try and force those jaws wide open, while his tail flits and bats at her face.

15:50 Willa_Changeling hasn't meant to bite him that hard. She's a bug, not a vampire, but ah well. It helps to lubricate him as well as anything else, even if its no where near as good as love. [sub]You'd think with all the hearts ponies put on love related things that their blood would be full of the stuff, but it ain't. Damned lies![/sub] She continues to gulp, lips trailing over his flank, starting to slurp up his rear, forcing that tail away too. Her horn glows for a moment, sickly green magic gathering as she closes her eyes, before it flashes in a extremely bright light for a moment. No magical damage or beams, no. But effective as a point blank flash bang to disorient prey.

16:07 Gyro Feather digs his claws into her hard chitinous face as she continues to swallow around him, moving up past his hips despite his best efforts, feeling the steady creeping sensation of her swallows. The bird shudders and cries in pain, but he's not going to let himself go down without a fight. Suddenly though there's a bright flash and noise and he's dazed, his weight dropping down onto the changeling's body as everythign goes bright green. His head swims from the pressure wave while depe down, his paws begin to press on her belly.

16:12 Willa_Changeling is thankful she has a hard chitinous shell instead of soft pony fur and skin, or those claws might have broken something. As it is, he barely manages to even dent her chitinous plate before he's stunned. Taking advantage of his distracted state, she throws her head back, sitting down onto her rump, starting to rapidly swallow and gulp him down, each contraction of her throat muscles pulling more and more of him into her maw and throat, her lips slowly making their way up his body, over his wings. His paws would press up against the warm, squishy, half melted and soupy form of the last bird to annoy the bird, as they enter into her stomach.

16:20 Gyro Feather graons lightly as he feels the warm slippery flesh creeping up over his belly and then with her hooves guiding, over the tip of his wings, though as they creep up towards the main joint, she'd find she has those limbs caught at an awkeard angle. His claws, slumped agianst her jaws, are sqept up in the convulsing swallows as he groans and feels everyting distorted in his vision, still lacking the wherewithal to be able to fight against her moves,while her lips start to find his furity feathered chest. Under the pressure of his paws, the meat gives like thick mud, squeezing u between his toes and squlechign against hs fur.

16:24 Willa_Changeling is still gonna swallow, so this might be a tad painful on him, if he can't manage to fold his wings in right. He's going to be mush soon enough, after all, it hardly matters if he can still fly or not. She [b]gulps[/b] again, harder, stronger, throat squeezing tight around him as he's tugged and pulled down, her tongue lapping against his fur and feathers as they pass past her lips and down into her gullet, forcing more and more of him down into that bloated, jiggling, meat slop filled gut of hers. Poor bird!

16:33 Gyro Feather finally starts to come two as her jaws reach the joints of the bird's wings, causing them to be pressed upwards past their range of motion, resutling in a howling bird. His eyes water up with pain and he begins to struggle once more, but he wasnt likely to be able to escape his fate at this point as only his head was free. So close now, he could feel her hot stinky breath blasting up over his chin and filling his intake with her own breath,. "S-stop! You're going to break my wings like htat!" he cries out, feeling those joints creep ever upwards, and reaching their range of motion. Inside, his body squelches up against the slippery meaty stew, causing him to sink into thier corpse.

16:42 Willa_Changeling can't throw him back up, she's a ho- okay, that's a lie. She totally could, but that'd be effort and make the entire thing take long. Really, this is all his own fault for diving on her, so why should she go out of her way to maintain his comfort? He's just food now, after all. She gulps again, forcing his wings down, even if they are being bent up/down. She doesn't really care, he's not going to be flying any time soon. Regardless of where his parts are, or how much might have just [b]snapped[/b] or otherwise broke, she presses her lips around his neck, snake like tongue uncoiling out past them, lapping against his face, careful to avoid his beak as it coats his feathers with saliva before retreating back into her mouth.

She smirks up at him, the best she can with her mouth full, before enjoying a heavy [b]gulp[/b] , forcing his head down into her mouth, those jaws snapping shut, robbing him of his view of the outside world before she gulps once more, reducing him to nothing but a heavy bulge sliding down her throat, dumping down with the rest of him in her bloated gut. It's hot and humid in there, dull green and sloshing, sticky, acid juices washing over him, along with the meaty soup remains of the last bird to try and act better than the bug.

16:49 Gyro Feather squawks up a commotion as the wings continue to bend in the wrong way until he feels them give way with a loud crack, causing the gyrphon to howl with pain as the joings give way, folding his wings flat against his head now. The birds words come, but they're incoherent in the pain as i throbs in his broken bones. And worse still, the pucture wounds from her teeth have pressed into the foul stomach below, where the raw flesh is instantly assaulted, worse than salt in a wound. His body wiggles in her gullet, causing it to turn odd bulges beneath it, but there's nothing he can do. Instead, his beak is sealed behind her lips, casing him into an awful smelly darkness while oily drool slatheres over him. He bites at the tongue as it runs over his beak, but its useless, and soon he's sent with one final gulp into that dark tunnel.

16:57 Willa_Changeling could not care less about his struggles and pain. He is just food after all. He never cared about the rabbits or such he'd eat, so why should she? She [b][color=green]BELCHES[/color][/b], expelling air out of that packed gut, a satisfied smile on her face as she settles back down, laying a top of her squirming gut, the movements causing it to slosh around. The mix of meaty soup and acidic goopey juices wash over him, staining his fur and feathers, burning away at his wounds and his exposed flesh. A [b]crack[/b] sounds out as the stomach compresses even tighter, one of the bones remaining in her earlier meal giving way, a fresh layer of meat and dead flesh washing over the griffin trapped inside her. "I'm not saying I told ya so, but I kinda did warn ya...so, if anyone asks, I'mma just gonna point out the truth here. You dived in, like the little pervert bird ya are~" She teases, snickering as she starts to knead away at her gut with her forehooves.

17:06 Gyro Feather 's head sinks on into the chamber after a few long moments of sliding down through her awful gut, until with a glorp the sphincter closes on over his face. The first thing he notices with his head in there is the dirty fowl sourness of the air that prcatcially sets his lungs and nasal passages on fire from teh first breath, and this is before she lets out a loud burst of air that rattles him in the chamber. All around him, the thrumming of her heart and steady breathing joins a constant gurgling noise that irritates his ears holse. Rolling powerful contractions compress against his form, aided by her hooves, forcing him into the carcass contained within, forcing it to explode around him, adding an even fouler sensation of slimy grittyness that works its way below his feathers. As his eyes adjust to the translucent dim glow of green around him, he sees parts of the horror of her gut, though much of it is obscured by the coulded red and green liquid that surrounds him. "You...You monster!" He cries out, his voice strained from the burning.

17:15 Willa_Changeling kinda just deadpans for a few moments at that, before snorting. "...and? Did the replacing ponies, eating love, ruining relationships and terrorising folks not tip ya off on that? Ya expect me to be full of sunshine, candy and rainbows or something?" She jokes, idly shoving against the bulge in her gut with both her hooves, forcing him back under the sea of juices assaulting against his form. "You wanna know the best part?" She asks, not expecting a reply, conspiratorially lowering her voice. "I don't even [b]need[/b] to eat you. I could have just drained you dry of love and let you fuck off back home. But you know what? You annoy me, with your fancy ass bird superiority and acting like you're a big shot. So just shut your beak, and digest away like the pathetic little snack you are," she hisses, venom leaking into her tone at the end of that. Her gut clenches around him hard, squeezing [b]tight[/b], constricting and crushing his form, battering and bruising him, smearing the remains of the other bird over him, even as the juices burn away his feathers and fur, stripping him bare and starting to bite and tear away at his flesh, sizzling and boiling, burning and chewing through him.

17:22 Gyro Feather feels himself sink down beneath the juices as she shoves down on his face, hard, giving him no time to react and even close his eyes as he's pressed down below the muck. Those sensitive orbs feel like they're on fire as the cuastic fluids wash over them, causing his vision to blur and go hazy as they protiens denature and white over. His ear holes are infilitrated by the thinner bits of the thick sludge, making their way into his ear drums and leaving them bereft of any flesh. POwerful stinging bitter and meaty liquid rushes into his beak, burning at his tongue and throat ahs he's forced to swallow, as he attempts to push himself free. Another bone cracks in the contraction, forcing him to attempt to suck in a breath, only to cough in the fluids, feeling the liquid working its way deeper. His entire body feels like its on fire as fur and feathers give way to flehs and beneath that bones in some fo his thinner spots, before he finally shudders and goes still, left as a hunk of meat with the other bird.

17:26 Willa_Changeling [b][color=green]BELCHES[/color][/b] again, burping up some more of the air from her gut, alongside a few of Gyro's burnt and bleached feathers, colours half faded. She shrugs, yawning as she settles down atop her bloated, heavy gut, the prey filled, sloshing stomach acting as her very own water bed, allowing her to rest and relax as her body works on breaking both useless, annoying birds down into nothing more than a meaty soup for her body to work over, to turn into nothing but padding for her flank~

17:38 < The Princess Twily> My my. Willa is pretty much eating all the birds around!

17:44 < Willa_Changeling> They asked for it

17:44 < Sunset Shim> Willa has always been good at packin' them down

17:46 < The Princess Twily> It is true that both of them made the first move on her. I guess they deserved it.

17:49 < Skull Grunt James> How? By existing?

17:50 < The Princess Twily> One got too close trying to get gold, and the other one pretty much dived on her to attack her. Self-defence!

17:53 < Bryce-bold> I mean, she has something of a point...

17:56 Willa_Changeling burps up a griffin skull

17:59 Willa_Changeling , several long hours later, after a pleasant nap within a bush, stretches her legs and cracks her neck, yawning as she gets up...only to fall back onto her flank, un-used to the shift in weight and balance she's undergone. Her heavy gut is no more, but her rump has thickened out considerably. "...Great, I'm gonna be stuck disguising myself as pony bimbos for the next month, ain't I?" She mutters to herself, grumbling as she heads over to a near by tree, turning around so she's facing away from it. She snorts, grunting as her cheeks part, exposing the ling's pucker to the open world. While normally clean, due to her love based diet, in this case, she's got a few more dirty things to dispose of.

She snorts again, grunting, a hoof grinding against the ground as she pushes, her biology not exactly suited for this task, lacking in the rymthastic motions that a pony would under go as its bowels squeezed and sliced the remains into easy to push out horse apples. Instead, hers comes out as a long, heavy, densely packed log, bits of bone and feather mixed in with the dull green log of waste. It slowly oozes out past her pucker, the steaming hot substance coiling down on the ground at the base of the tree. The weight of it causes it to snap, giving the bug a moment of respite, before the pushing begins against in earnest. More and more logs ooze out, plopping down into the growing pile at the base of the tree, before finally, she's done. Letting out a sigh of relief, she trots off, leaving the evidence behind, out of sight and out of mind

17:55 < Willa_Changeling> (apologies, I've not done a disposal scene in ages, so it's probably a tad crap, if you'll pardon the pun)

17:56 < Gyro Feather> No worries, still nice