Following Down Some Stones

20 October 2018

19:22 Gyro Feather having learded from his earlier debacle makes his way to her house and knocks on the door with a basket of fruits. The bird's got a grin on his beak, and his tail swishes happily.

23:22 Waning Crescent was asleep when she heard the knock on her door, and groggily began to drag herself out of bed, wobbling slightly as she made her way to the door

23:26 < Waning Crescent> (sorry... was completely passed out....)

23:27 < Gyro Feather> (No worries!

23:31 Gyro Feather was frowning and started to pull away from the door as he had been waiting there for about 10 minutes, when finally he hears a scuffling behind there. He perks back up, suddenly excited once again.

23:33 Waning Crescent fumbles with the door, bleary-eyed and having trouble seeing at all, the mare manages to pull the door open with some difficulty, letting gyro observe the somewhat disheveled, bed-headed equine

23:40 Gyro Feather offers the mare a grin as her face becomes apparent to the bird, and fluffs out his feathers to make himself look a little more attractive to the mare. "Heh...I suppose I might have woken you? DIdnt expect you to be sleeping in the middle of the day...I brought you some treats though."

23:44 Waning Crescent was only really able to see a blue and purple smudge in her field of vision, and any avian attempts to preen and be seductive were lost to her state of grogginess "y...you remember what my mark is... don't you... day isn't really my nature..." she huffs softly and began to move away from the door, leaving the gryphon room to enter

23:46 Gyro Feather shrugs his shoulders at the mare's comment and sighs. "Well...To tell you the truth, I hadnt realize that extended to your waking hours as well. Its starting to get into the evening anyways though," he comments, and then steps past her, carrying the basket in tow. As he does so, he trails his feathered tail right across her flank.

23:52 Waning Crescent stiffened slightly, making her already wobbly gait worsen briefly, she nudged the door shut behind the gryphon and began to stagger her way back to her room, she wanted nothing more but to return to her warm bed, which currently looked like a hurricane hit it, a twisted, knotted nest of blankets and pillows, she must have had a really rough night

23:58 Gyro Feather follows Waning back to her room and glances all around at the state of disarray in there. Without saying anything, he moves a couple items off of her nightstand and sets the basket there instead. "Looks like you've been having some bad dreams...need any one to lie uup against? I find that often helps me.)

00:01 Waning Crescent sighs as she began to climb back into her bed, it currently resembled a very large bird's nest. the mare starting to curl up within it, laying on her side, too groggy to realize she exposed her under carriage to the gryphon "not bad dreams... my body just starts to hurt when the weather turns, and i don't sleep well... it's getting worse as i get older..."

00:07 Gyro Feather clacks his beak together several times as he thinks about the situation, though his eyes are pretty well focused on her rather revealed lower half, leaving him partially distracted. "Well...I suppose...I might be able to give you a massage if you'd like. I"ve got some skilled talons~" Without getting her permission he climbs up onto the bed besides her and strokes a scaled talon down her shoulders, pushing hard enough to feel for any knots.

00:11 Waning Crescent tenses with the first touch, but soon began to relax again, the gryphon didn't quite realize he didn't need to ask permission for much of anything with this mare, if she wasn't made skittish within the initial encounter then she's very open. she had a few knots between her shoulders, but most of her pains were in her joints and muscles elsewhere, though she still rumbles pleasantly at the sensations

00:15 Gyro Feather slowly works his talons across her shoulders and down her back in soft circular motions, which grow harder where he's found a lump of interest causing problems. All the while he gives her a soft coo. There's very little he can do for her joints, but he'll do what he can for the muscles. HIs talons are warm and rough as they move through her four, and yet he's careful not to accidentally prick her with the claws.

00:26 Waning Crescent lays her head down on the bed, submitting to the pleasant ministrations as the talons work over her slender form, a soft rumble rising up from within the equine's throat. she seemed to almost melt beneath that touch, or perhaps her exhaustion was starting to assert itself, either way there was no complaint from her

00:42 Waning Crescent arches her back slightly with the tiniest little squeak when she felt her more intimate areas being caressed, that plump, pouty ring beneath her tail softly twitching from unseen movements within her rump, it seems she hasn't relieved herself since waking up. "j...just... the usual morning needs..." she stammers out, betraying some of her embarrassment at having her rump touched

00:47 Gyro Feather chuckles at the mare and then moves a talon to press against her belly, feeling out and focusing his attention on her engourged bladder with a mischeivious touch, while the other one caresses against her soft nether lips with a gentle touch. ""Mo more aches or pains then either?"\

01:01 Waning Crescent whimpers out when the taloned hand presses against her abdomen where the low-set equine breasts are, and began to knead into her swollen, somewhat tender bladder. her abdomen feels rather full, suggesting she has more than just the one need waiting for her, that pressure agitating the sensitivity and making her start to squirm, distracting her from the light groping of thatvery warm vulva. "i...i still ache... but not quite as bad"

01:06 Gyro Feather nods his head at her and curls the edges of his beak into a low frown. "Ahh...right...I suppose you did mention something before about your joints right? I know just the thing for them." The gryphon reaches into his pack with one of his talons, pulling out a sack of heavy black stones, which he sets on the bed. Of curse, the other hand is still massaging handily on her bladder, squeezing ever harder upon it with obvious intent.

01:11 Waning Crescent squirmed a bit more insistently on the bed when her bladder was massaged, a soft whine rising up from her nose, the mare's tail began to shiver, and raise upwards, her plump vulva parting slightly as a tiny dribble of yellow fluid escaped from within the folds. her control was rather frail and the rubbing on her abdomen was too much for the tired equine

01:18 Gyro Feather fails to notice the first trickle of urnine to escape her nethers and dampen her blue fur and continues his steady teasing with his one claw, while in the other he grabs one of those stones and brings it up to her lips, pushing it steadily between them. "Mmm see, basalt stones are good for pain, its an old gryphon remedy. We've just got to load you up on them, and in no time your joints will be at ease."

01:24 Waning Crescent tenses up noticeably as the coarse textured stone was pressed into her lips, before she could even begin to protest it, she felt the sandy-textured object force into her maw and pin her tongue(basalt isn't a texture i find very pleasant... but i can see why a bird would want it... it's ideal for crop stones) she started to try and pull her head away from the unwanted object being forced into her maw

01:30 Gyro Feather frowns as the mare starts to pull away from his offered treat and removes his claw from her belly to instead cup it behind her head. The stone itself is mostly smoothe, though rough pockets where air had been trapped do dot the surface and catch on her taste buds. "Jusdt swallow it...I promise its what we use," he insists, forcing the stone a size of a muffin inwards even if she gags, till she finally gulps it down.

01:47 Waning Crescent couldn't stop herself once it pressed in against her esophagus, shuddering as that equine gag reflex forced her to swallow roughly, the hot, slimy flesh wrapping around the stone, and dragging it down into her neck, forming a rather prominent bulge. she made an audible 'gluck' sound as it was forced down against her will, the unconscious peristalsis reflex beginning to drag it down her long neck with difficulty

01:50 Gyro Feather curls his beak into a smile an doffers a soft coo of reassurance as she swallows down teh first of several stones he has in his bag. One of his hands applies a light pressure down her neck as it travels, desappearing finally into her chest. At that point the gryphon readies yet another stone, easing it up between her lips. "Look, I'll even swallow one with you." Then He takes one of the other ones between his beak, feeling over it with his tongue and getting his slippery drool across every in ch of it.

02:03 < Gyro Feather> (Soft boop)

02:09 < Waning Crescent> (sorry... drama)

02:09 < Gyro Feather> (Oh :(

02:14 Waning Crescent wasn't so much focused on what gyro was doing in this instance as the sensation of the stone being forced down by the taloned hand, whether she wanted it or not. a faint squelch able to be heard as it forces past the sphincter and into her core, falling within her stomach with a heavy feeling. her slender belly started to grumble as that slimy chamber started to churn slowly. she huffs out, trying to catch her breath, before another was forced in past her lips

02:22 Gyro Feather doesnt give her a chance two as yet another stone is forced down her gullet, the gryphon pushing a little harder this time as he does so, making it so she'd have to swallow the stone...and possibly accidentally his hadn too if she wanted to clear her mouth for another breath. At the same time, the gryphon gulps his own rock, relishing in the senstaion of the object sliding down his gullet towards his crop, like a big fish.

02:29 Waning Crescent didn't find the involuntary gag-swallowing even half as pleasant, shuddering as she made another rough swallow, tongue pressing up against the wrist and rolling to force that obstruction down into her neck. gyro could feel the flesh ripple over his claw and contract, and found himself enveloped in saliva, with a steady, rolling sensation beginning to drag down her neck

02:34 Gyro Feather was still enjoying that sensation of the crop for the moment, so he did not at first notice as his talon was sucked with a heavy gulp down into that powerful gullet. However, she might notice the prickly sensation of his sharp tips as they slide down slightly into her throat and form a bulge in the mare's throat. Finally though the bird returns his attentions to Waning and starts to pull back on his claw so that he can impress upon her another black object.

02:48 < Gyro Feather> (soft boop)

03:00 < Waning Crescent> (sorry... happened again...)

03:00 < Gyro Feather> (I figured

03:03 Waning Crescent continued to swallow roughly as the claw was pulled back against the contractions of her throat, making the mare writhe from the sensation, eventually the claw slipped out of her throat, coated in glistening saliva, the mare panting as another gentle squish announced that heavy stone joining the first within her formerly empty belly, the fleshy sack churning and burbling as it tried to digest the foreign objects, grinding them together within her gut

03:04 < Waning Crescent> (i'm so sorry for the distractions...)

03:05 < Gyro Feather> (Life happens)

03:08 Gyro Feather feels her throat struggling on maintaining its grip on his claw as the slippery hand works its way back out of his jasws with some effort. As it comes free the thicker links of drool from her throat keep his talon linked with her muzzle, growing thinner as he pulls away, and not breaking until he reaches into the bag. "Heh, you like how my hand tastes now do you? " He teases at the mare before sliding the last of thw two stones between her jaws.

03:15 Waning Crescent wasn't even given a chance to protest as another stone was forced into her maw, she started to try and pull away, not wanting to eat another stone, much less consume another hand as it force it's way into her maw. her gut groaned and rumbled in protest as those heavy objects sat within the pooled digestive slime at the bottom of her stomach, agrivating her sensitive gut as it made a futile attempt to digest them. though to the gryphon it likely sounded like she was extremely hungry, when the only thing the mare needed right now was to pee

03:16 < Waning Crescent> (and sorry for post quality... still haven't fully woken up...)

03:17 < Gyro Feather> (Your fine, really!

03:21 Gyro Feather braces her head once more with his other claw as she tries to push away, ensuring that third stone is sent down to join the others. Looking over at that basket of fruit absently he thinks that perhaps it was a good thing that he brought her seuch a treat. Maybe he'd help her to those once her belly was full of the stones. As the third one sinks to her stomach, he's rpetty sure he can feel the lumps hanging down with their heavy weight, being tground against each other by her otherwise empty belly. He could hear a loud growling coming forth mixed in with the shifting of stone.

03:27 Waning Crescent instinctively tipped her head back as that heavy lump descended, the muscles within her neck could be seen contracting and pushing until it vanished within her core, followed a few moments later by the muffled sound of it entering her stomach. it landed on top of the other two heavily, a sensation the mare could feel as she let out a soft groan, and began to whimper once more. "i... i... REALLY need to go..." she stammers out, that weight in her belly reminding the mare of the weight and pressure beneath her tail, numbing her from the fact her plump vulva has begun to wink just out of sight

03:31 Gyro Feather shakes his head and puts a claw down on her tailhinds before she can manage to scamper away from him. He grabs the final stone and presses it forcefully into her jaws, holding it in a fist. He can feel her teeth scrape against his scaled flesh and feels his knuckles grazing the back of her throat. Of course...this time he had the rock in his grip such that she'd take his hand and the stone at once once more. "Nope...you're not going anywhere till you swallow this last one," he declares without regard. "I know you're just trying to slip away before finishing off your medicine."

03:37 Waning Crescent let out a loud, muffled "aughh" in protest around the paw, scrambling against the covers to try and get enough of a foothold to push away, though her own body didn't give her a chance, she swallowed roughly around the fist as it entered her gullet, the velvety confines wrapping over it and beginning to strongly pull, whatever ground she managed to gain on the gryphon just pulled him back with her across the bed, she wasn't lying though, those urges were getting to be too much to bear, and the contractions of aroused winking only aggrivvated them

03:43 Gyro Feather had not fully thought this through...and with his fist clenched around the object, there was no way for him to really pull back against the peristaltic motions of her throat as they guide his talon ever onward, making her drag him around the bed. He could feel that slime creeping up over his scaled forearms and then to his feathered shoulders as her gullet pulls aroun dhim. The rolling muscles of the throat get an even better grip upon him with each inch that falls into her gullet."Hey...spit me up...you dont have to take the last stone,"

03:49 Waning Crescent couldn't stop herself at this point, the gag-reflex forcing her to swallow with repeated, heavy 'gluck' sounds, gyro could observe the movement of his arm within her neck, and his hand approaching ever closer to her chest, and that point where it would disappear into her core. she was in no position to respond beyond some strained gurgling, she was trying her best to pull free, falling backwards off the bed and landing hard on her rump, and pulling the gryphon down with her

03:55 Gyro Feather attempts to help her in her attempts, pulling back away from her as well...though it seemed to be a losing battle as his lumpy arm sunk below her sternum with each wet squleching motion. Suddenly he feels himslef tumbling forward, bringing out a loud squawk from the gryphon as he's half pulled off the bed, landing with his hinds still hooked into the sheets, while his head and chest dangle down above the mare. The force of the tumble squashes his shoulder down her throat, leaving her muzzle pressing against his neck. "R-really! you need to let go waning!" He calls, finally releasing the stone as he feels the others in her stomach. At this point, it would take a little bit of effort from teh mare, or an unlucky break from teh bird to jame his head in along side his arm.

04:05 Waning Crescent would have loved to stop and not feel that disconcerting wriggling in her belly, but the more he struggled, the more it aggravated that reflex, with another, heavy swallow, the gryphons head was pulled into her maw, the broad tongue pressing against the underside of his beak, forcing upwards and back to aid in swallowing, he could feel the saliva soaking into his feathers and the hot, faintly sweet breath over his cheeks, the hand within her stomach started to tingle, abrasive stones grinding against it, kneaded into the arm by the rippled slimy flesh

04:10 Gyro Feather feels hes head guided down into those awaiting jaws as she works her way up and over his head, pressing his beak into the bright blue feathers that line his shoulders. As his feathers graze over her tongue, she'd find they have a fairly distinct slightly earthy musty flavor to them thats not altogether unpleasant. The soft downy vanes suck up the moisture as they're drawn inside, leaving Waning's mouth dry as his dense pink head disapears and forms a much larger bulge in her throat. He can smell her breath, with a stale sweetness of old fruit while down ahead squishy motions pressharder rocks over his digits.

04:18 Waning Crescent was unable to do much but continue swallowing, her prone position making gravity push the gryphon deeper with his own weight. that head bulge was kneaded and squeezed by rolling, muscular contractions, lower and lower, chest disappearing into her throat, as her lips and tongue slide over that feathered belly, then crossing to fur when the bulge began to travel under her sternum. you could hear the sounds of saliva squishing and shlicking around your head, as low, muffled burbles of digestion grew ever closer, punctuated by that fluttering, excited thump of the mare's heartbeat, the activity of her body filling your senses as the outside world grew further and further with each passing momennt

04:25 Gyro Feather , as he passes the back of the gullet to start his inevitable descent towards her growling squelching stomach, finds that the air grows to be a lot more foul, carrying with it the smell of dangeours bile that was hard at work on the stones, not that it was likely to be much use there. The gryphon makes muffled cries to be spit out, but the tight impression he left in her gullet proved that he was unable to open his beak wide enough to form the words he wanted. Instead, each disgusting tug of her muscles worked the thick saliva into his face and drew him deeper. As she shifted him further down, his weight grew more in line with her head, leaving hindpaws lifted up off of the bed and kicking wildly in the air, while Gyro's snout puts pressure on teh ring above her belly.

04:34 Waning Crescent let out a loud, muffled whimper as her tongue neared that groin, an awkward and unavoidable consequence of ingesting the gryphon, the tongue pressed against the belly, the sheath and whatever lie beyond as those steady stroking motions helped ease him further down, his wriggling rump sinking past her lips as the ring guarding her stomach spread open around the beak, flooding his nose and maw with the strong stench of rotten, digested plant matter, and the acrid aroma of digestive bile, she lacked a crop or any kind of holding stomach, and was attempting to completely digest those stones with the full strength of her body. that fleshy sphincter pulsed and twitched, smearing slime over gyro's face as it kneaded over his head, closing behind his neck as it tried to shut once more

04:35 < Waning Crescent> (sigh... i hate how clummsy my posts are when my head islike this...)

04:36 < Gyro Feather> (Seriously, I enjoy your posts! I think they come out great!

04:42 < Waning Crescent> (and really... really wishing there was someone to give attention beneath my tail during this...)

04:45 Gyro Feather 's sheath and fuzzy orbs shfit to a different headier flavor as the tongue finds them tucked beneath his belly, and while perhasp the bird had been contemplating some fun earlier, this now was the last thing on his mind, even as the slippery muscle slid and dragged its warm caressing texture across them. Down inside, his beak crushes in on top of the stones, and, as more of his head and chest fall into there, they spread them apart, preventing much crushing form going on inside of those crevices. All around him he could feel the squeezing contractions of her distended walls, helping to compact her new wiggling treat into the tight space. "F-funs over with!" TH ebird cries out, though his noises are muffled through teh layers of her belly. Meanwhile, the thick oily liquid that filld the stomch splashes up onto his face and shoulders, leaving it to start tingling. THen, when her tongue presses against his pucker, she finally gets a rise out of him as the bird calls a yelp of surprise, then leaving just his forlimbs and his tail.

04:46 < Gyro Feather> (Wish I could do both for ya...though you're sure to get some sensations back there when that weight finally settles.)

04:53 Waning Crescent couldn't hear anything beyond a muffled gurgle as her belly began grossly distend, the male's head forming a rather pregnant-looking bulge as that fleshy sack was forced to stretch open. it resisted by grinding and kneading more roughly over his head and face, marinating him in the bitter stink of equine enzymes. the widest part of his body had entered her throat, giving those peristalsis contractions the perfect hold to shove the struggling male forward, sheath dragging firmly against the walls of her throat, being kneaded and rubbed the entire way, until he had disappeared from the world, the only thing visible of him was a shifting, groaning bulge in a larger than normal mare

05:00 Gyro Feather kicks out his hind paws as they slowly are subsumed by her maw, and sent, after a quick kiss by the tongue, down her gullet, while the jaws close and seal him away inside of her. Even as he pushes out against the bottom of the powerful muscles of the stomach, he's unable to fight against her constant swallows, which slowly but surely empty his his form into the distended muscular trap which expands only just to accommodate hsi form. Once he's pressed in there, he's curled head to ass to where he could practically reach out with his tongue and pleasure himself, while the juices have risen up over his chest. Each steady slow rolling squeeze of the stomach puts strain on his bones, and with all of him in there, it becomes too much for his wings which crachk, sending searing pain up through his body and leaving the bird howling. With all of him trapped inside, the pressure on both her rectum and her bladder are immense, as is the new weight the gryphon and five stones make to her form, even as they drag against the ground.

05:07 Waning Crescent shudders against the side of her bed as she began to wet herself, the mare always had frail control, and it was prone to giving way when she was stressed or overly worked up, that darkly pigmented vulva spreading open slightly, revealing the vivid pink inner surface as the pressure within her body shifted annd pressed against her organs, a heavy stream of yellow, musky fluid beginning to rush out over the floor, soaking into the small throw rug beside her bed. her stomach squeezed roughly against the broken wings, churning and groaning heavily, bowels gurgling near his head as the pressure against her gut pressed the contents of her intestines lower, the gryphon could practically hear the mare's droppings straining for release

05:13 Gyro Feather can actually feel himself getting a little more room in there as the pressure from her bladder grew to be far less than it had been when she first woke up, not that was of much comfort to the gryphon. Through her walls, made thin by the massive amount of strech he proviced, he could hear the straining groaning noises of a gut who'd waited far too long for release, and as he moved around in there, it sounded like the sensations were growing louder. THe pain overwhelming his senses leaves the bird thrashing around blindly in the dark chamber, ultimately helping to ensure a well and thorough coating of the juices that were steadily grwoing in there, which now tingled at his flesh beneath hsi feathers. However, his tailhole felt like ti was on fire And his tongue sweemed to swell with the burning bitter taste of her fluids, which left his own stomach chruning. All the while the stones ground against his flesh, brusing skin, and pulling feathers and fur off in droves.

05:24 Waning Crescent panted heavily, laying her head against her bed while that massive swelling in her belly rolled and churned. her body was unable to tell one end of the gryphon from the next as it churned heavily groping and grinding at his rump as eagerly as it secreted more fluids into the gaps in his beak, grinding down against the body to strip the outer layers of feathers off, those heavy basalt stones making it easier for the herbivore stomach to get through the feathers to the skin below. that ring beneath her tail began to bulge out uncomfortably, as the struggles and resistance threatening to make her lose control of her bowels, the last thing the helpless mare wanted this morning

05:24 < Waning Crescent> (got distracted again...)

05:31 Gyro Feather kicks his hind paws out wildly as he attempts to get himself free and clear of her stomach...somehow, and in his struggles several times thusts up against her rectum and lower bowels, putting an immense direct pressure on top of them. As upset as Waning was about the direction her day was heading, gyro certainly was having the worst of the experiences, as the rocks pressed into his flesh, opening up patches where the stomach acids had began to turn them an angry shade of red. The top layer of skin has started to go in places, exposing living tissues beneath that left the bird in agony, changing the intonation of his muffled indiscernable cries.

05:40 Waning Crescent made small, pedaling motions with her hind legs as the pressure became too much, that plump pucker beneath her tail spreading open as a densely packed, brown lump began to crown, tumbling forth onto the rug. her lower bowels rumbled with a shift of gasses, as another solid lump of equine waste pushed out, then another, and another, her stomach muscles could be felt contracting and bearing down on that mass in her abdomen, helping her excrete the remains of her prior meals. gyro could hear it, and feel it as those aggressive enzymes seeped into the broken skin, and leaked inside of his tailhole, that gut digesting him was actively defecating, making room for her unwanted meal, and gyro knew it

05:44 < Waning Crescent> (embarrassed...)

05:49 Gyro Feather grunts as she squeezes her diaphram down against him, forcing the air from his lungs and briefly pressing his head beneaht the bottom of the liquid for long enough for it to rush up his nasal passages andseer them from teh inside. As he broacches the surface, he snorts out the liquid and coughs several times. All around him though, he can hear the very distinct noise of Waning pooping out her dinner, and in his minds eye he could see it...sooon he'd be those brown stools peeking out from beneath her tail..and it didnt look like there was anything he could do about it. Even still he was going to continue to fight, , giving steadily weakening thusts with his limbs as they cause the bulges ine her gut to shift. Juices rush into his wounds, perpetuating and spreading them out further till his entire body was won painful sore spot.

05:58 Waning Crescent contracted several more times, her luxurious tail shivering as it was hiked up in the most suggestive manner, the droppings forming a decent-sized pile beneath her before her body began to calm down. her digestive tract was sapping what little energy she had this morning, drawing more energy away to produce more concentrated digestive fluids to deal with her exceptionally difficult meal. a low burble could be heard as the fluids in her stomach spilled down into her small intestine, dragging the stringy remnants of broken feathers and digested skin lower into her gut. her body already beginning to work on absorbing the still-conscious gryphon's nutrients

05:58 < Waning Crescent> (i... i think i'll have to lay back down shortly... feeling tired again...)

05:59 < Gyro Feather> (Should I make this my final post and let you close then?

06:00 < Waning Crescent> (n...no.. i'd really like to try and continue later... i'm enjoying this too much... even though my body is making me very dizzy...)

06:01 < Gyro Feather> (Sure you're gonna be in the mood to continue later? Would really be a shame to let this one languish at this pint :P

06:02 < Waning Crescent> (i...if you feel like doing a lengthy, drawn-out post.. i'd like to pass out thinking about my full gut.... c...can do the release... when my head is in better shape...)

06:03 < Gyro Feather> (Alright, will do then ^^;

06:19 < Waning Crescent> (i'm really sorry my energy is so bad...)

06:21 Gyro Feather half chokes on the liquid as droplets get into a breath he takes, burning his throat and lungs from the painful enzymatic soup that surrounds him, one that started thin, but as more of his flesh melts away to join the liquid it grows thicker, until it starts to empty out at the bottom, ferrying away dissolved nutrients, fur and other debris that the gryphon produces. Suddenly one of the stones squeezes hard from his abdomin and the bird hand thold it in. A stream of dull yellow liquid floods into the chamber, carrying with it a tinge of red blood that soon joines the rest of the red soupy mixture in the stomach, expelling some of the painful acids that had made their way into his shaft. Soon he can hear tha everything has gone much more quiet than it had been as all the muck is left beneath her butt, inches from her body as he bird fights for his freedom.

As the bouts of contractions finally let up, the bird begins to grow aware that in addition to a couple snappings of an arm and a leg bone, further compressing the bird into a tighter ball, his knuckles have been eaten through to straight bones, taking away Gyro's control over them. Elsewhere, as his muscles deteriorate under the constant chemical assault, he finds himself growing weaker and weaker and more exhausted. Pain slwoly starts to fade across his figure as the nerves themselves that transmitted them are eaten away.

THen...he's suddenly deafened by silence as all the noises of the internals fade into nothing with a searing pain as his eardrums vanish into the same mush he's trapped inside. He cant even hear the sounds of his own crying out in a matched set of whimpers as those of the mares. Mercilously, it seems like the only sense left to him is the recurring pain as even his initall layer of nerve tissue gives way to sensitive spots once again, and the overwhelming foul scent of the interior, mixed now with his own digesting meat.

Weak as he is, the rocks inside the stomach are growing more powerful a threat against him, grinding joints and shattering bones into smaller more managable shartds for the poor mare to teh detriment of her meal. After a good hout however, the rocks finally find something vital, crushing into his already weakened chest and splitting the sternum open. As the juices rush in, Gyro is already fading...until finally he goes still without even a death shudder.

06:24 < Gyro Feather> youre fine. i can hardly hold a grudge about you being sick.

06:27 < Waning Crescent> (doesn't mean i feel at all good for conking out halfway into turning a wonderful gryphon into horse fat...)

06:35 < Gyro Feather> (anyway im gonna zzz...shoulda been asleep 3 hours ago

06:35 < Waning Crescent> (okay... s...sorry again... and thank you for a wonderful night...)

06:38 < Gyro Feather> (Its fine, i had a very fantastic time regardless.youre worth staying up for

13:41 < Gyro Feather> (did you sleep well?

13:51 < Waning Crescent> (not particularly... got pulled out of bed for a dental appointment... a piece of a molar broke off a few weeks back... now my face is all numb and sore...)

13:52 < Gyro Feather> (ooof

13:52 < Waning Crescent> (going to need a bit to recover still... sigh...)

14:01 Waning Crescent had fallen asleep slumped against the side of her bed, weighed down by her own belly that had stolen away her energy. it groaned and churned with disconcerting rumbles and snapping sounds, the gryphon having long since succumbed to his wounds within the acrid, foul smelling gut, and was slowly being broken down into more managable chunks, the basalt stones aiding in that digestion, grinding and breaking the bones so that her digestive tract could flush them into her intestine. the countless, fingerlike villi lining her gut sift through the remains, absorbing digested fats and nutrients, adding the gryphon's mass to her body against her own wishes

14:02 < Waning Crescent> (and... now to lay back down and sleep off numbness...)

18:13 < Gyro Feather> (Hopefully this was a much more restful sleep.)

00:08 < Gyro Feather> (Boop?

01:39 Waning Crescent began to stir in her sleep, the gryphon's remains having been kneaded and squeezed throughout the length of the equine digestive tract, low burbles and rumbles could be heard from within her as her body works to greedily absorb what it could. the reddish mixture of bone fragments, feathers and digested flesh was pushed ever lower with those peristalsis motions, slowly darkening in color as the intestinal lining strips away everything of value, leaving only the darkened brown waste, her friend's body gradually turning into nothing more than droppings and horse fat.

the bulge in her gut was significantly smaller now, the mass having spread out more evenly among those winding, grumbling passages hidden beneath her blue hide, slowly working it's way beneath the equine tail where the second stage of digestion could begin, those hot bowels rolling and kneading over the droppings within, exactly like a second stomach, the flora and heat within her gut helping gyro to decompose, those intestinal walls compressing and rolling the waste into the familiar shape as it absorbs the fluids that seep out from the rotting waste, sending the newly-formed droppings down to press gently against the inner ring of her tailhole

she mumbled in her sleep as she began to stand up, groggy and extra tired from sleeping in such an awkward position, and her belly feeling very sore, she started to stand up, and stagger outside, seeking a secluded spot to do what was natural to her. there were no other thoughts in the exhausted mare's head other than that need beneath her tail as she began to slowly squat down in the woods nearby, raising her long tail upwards and off to the side, moving it out of the way of her incoming bowel movements

she let out a soft groan as the plump opening beneath her tail twitched and began to spread, the darkened brown mass within her rectum began to crown, slowly push forth, then tumble to the ground below with a wet thump, it had small streaks of color, blue and pink from shredded feathers her gut couldn't digest. the mare's inner muscles bore down and another lump joined the first, then another, starting to pick up in speed as the more compacted droppings made way for the more loose ones. she grunted softly as she strained, a heavily waste-caked stone lodging itself within her tailhole, before landing onto the pile, it's weight deforming the lumps it lands on.

she started to shiver as her contractions worsen, her vulva parting as she began to urinate into the building pile, her lifted tail quivering while her overfull bladder sprays a heavy stream of hot golden fluid into the steaming pile below, drenching it in the scent of a mare in estrus.

such a large meal left her with a considerable mass to dispose of, her belly beginning to flatten as feather and bone fragment caked droppings leave her bowels, with an ingested stone occasionally interfering. two stones, another contraction, three stones, she groans out from the heavy feeling of relief washing over her, four stones, she was starting to feel like this would never end, even as her belly began to return to it's normal slender shape. before long she felt something really large wedge itself into the inner ring of her sphincter, blocking any further movement, she could feel something tapered and smooth slipping out from within her anus, poking out into the air, but refusing to move. the mare strains against it with an uncomfortable groan as her tormented anus spread wider, gyro's undigested beak and half-crushed skull issuing forth onto the large waste pile below, followed by a mass of backed-up droppings, and the fifth stone she was never fed.

she had only just woken up, and now she feels even more exhausted, having fully evacuated her gut, she began to stand up and stagger back home, too drowsy to even recall what she had consumed, she might remember once she had more sleep, or she might stumble upon the work her body had done later and be reminded, but as of now, the only thing on her mind is that warm bed and going back to sleep while her body processes gyro's absorbed nutrients

08:11 < Gyro Feather> That was absolutely lovely! thanks again for playing with me the other night, i had a great time. Off to wirk niw.

08:12 < Waning Crescent> sorry it took so long for my head to clear...

08:12 < Waning Crescent> i enjoyed it very much though

08:13 < Gyro Feather> Dont worry about it,it was well worth the wait. Best of lucj with your cuddles!

08:13 Waning Crescent would very much enjoy more mundane, less energy-intensive encounters with you in the future, she does enjoy being around you

08:15 < Gyro Feather> ill keep you in mind then ^^

08:15 < Gyro Feather> anyways,later,