Stats

The RP has a total of 14 lines, 1258 words, and 6862 characters.
The average line consists of 89.86 words that themselves average 4.45 characters taking about 6 minutes, 18 seconds.
Benson Roberts said a total of 7 lines, 522 words, and 2758 characters.
Benson Roberts's average line consists of 74.57 words that themselves average 4.28 characters taking about 6 minutes, 25 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 7 lines, 736 words, and 4104 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 105.14 words that themselves average 4.58 characters taking about 6 minutes, 10 seconds.

20:39 Gyro Feather was making his way through the neighborhood, carrying with him quite a haul of candy. The chilly night air whipped through his costume and left his pretty brown and black weings to flap in the wind as he strolls to the next house with its lights on. Upon reaching the doorbell, he gives it a quick press, followed by several loud knocks upon teh door to get the owners aggention. In anticipation, he holds out his sack. Sure the bird was actually an adult, but his small stature meant that he could get away with this on haloween.

20:42 Benson Roberts peers through the peephole and looks at the bird, the large bear slowly opens the door and grins down at you. "Well now what do we have here hmm? A trick or treater, well I'm not gonna give you candy, so this will be a trick, call it a dissappering act if you will." The bear grabs the avian and pulls him inside, the bear slamming the door shut, then turning on the male and pushes him to the ground. The bears jaws part and start slathering over your head, getting a nice taste of the bird in his maw.

20:47 Gyro Feather feels himself towered by the large bear before him as he meets his gaze, and with the most innocent expression he can manage, with big quivering eyes, he says, "Trick or Treat~~" At the bear's reply, he raises a brow, expanding that yellow patch above his face, before suddenly feeling hismelf grabbed by the scruff of his neck. and lifted up and foward. A loud squawk resounds from his beak as he'as thrust to the ground, knocking the wind out of his lungs and leaving him squirming on the ground. That tongue finds his feathers quite soft and with a fiant fruityness to the taste, with a similar smell...almost like some sort of oil he worked in.

20:52 Benson Roberts growls and lunges forward engulfing the bird in his jaws in one quick motion, closing jaws around you as he works that tongue all around you, soaking the saliva into your feathers. The bear tastes the lovely scent of you, letting you swirl around inside his maw, that thick tongue gradually pushing you to the back of his throat, the avian teetering on the edge of slipping down that long tunnel of a gullet.

21:00 Gyro Feather is still in the middle of catching his breath when those jaws dart forward to envelop his head in its entirety, and he can feel the bear's sharp teeth digging into the flesh beneath his feathers. Meanwhile the hot liquid soaks into his coating, giving him a very slick covering for his journey downwards. All around him he can feel the squelching disgusting sensation of flesh pressing its slippery wetness against his body, working that thick liquid through his feathers down to his skin itself. He tries to pull back,but that maw creeps everdownwards, until his beak starts to slip up into the powerful tunnel above.

21:03 Benson Roberts gulps, and only once, sending the avian down that tunnel of undulating flesh, the bear letting his prey sink into his belly as he lays back, tossing a few candies in afterwards. The bear grins and burps, rubbing over his belly as his meal makes it to his stomach, the male feeling him press against those walls to no avail, the gryphon wouldn't be coming back out, at least not the way he came in. "Sorry sweety, I'm keeping you for a bit, but afterwards I'll let you out the back door haha."

21:11 Gyro Feather suddenly feels that constriction around his snout as the bear swallows, grabbing upon his face and tugging him deep into the throat of the bear, with his shoulders entering up into the maw. Even with just that one swallow though, he's been drawn deep enough that over the course of the next few minutes the tugging of the throat, even without another swallow, works to draw him deeper inside, until he's entirel swallowed up in the agonizingly hot tube. HIs beak presses against the entrance to that stomach as the bear falls backwards. A rush of air presses up past him, leaving him sinking another foot into the bear, tumbling into his stomach, before shortly after the rest of his body joins him in that mess of candy. "N-no! Spit me up!"

21:13 Benson Roberts pours a drink down his gullet, soaking the bird in soda, making a real mess of him inside that gut of his, all those fluids washing over him as the stoamch starts to slowly process the bird into a nice layer of bear pudge.

21:19 Gyro Feather starts to get situated in the dark stomach while the heavy acrid air fills his lungs with the scent of vomit, leaving him gagging. A thick oily liwuid is about halfway up his body, already starting to tingle with the short time he's been in there. The walls fo the stomach clench upon his form, pressing him below the liquid as the sticky liquid from above rains down on him, dulling the odor with a little bit of cola. He's pretty sure among the juices he can feel something thicker and a little more solid, perhaps the remains of some other prey? He couldnt realy tell in the inky blackness, especially since nothing stayed still.

21:26 < Benson Roberts> (sorry hon in a rp lol will post soon)

21:36 < Benson Roberts> (Got a unexpected perma, sorry sweety, hope your not to pissed at me)

21:36 < Gyro Feather> (:V so then you're just dropping me?

21:37 < Benson Roberts> No just was letting you know the reason for the wiat

21:38 < Gyro Feather> (aahhhh

21:39 Benson Roberts rubs over his belly and sloshes you around in his fluids, the big bear belching and tasting the bird as he presses against the hot walls. The bear rubbing over his belly, enjoying the gryphons futile struggles though they wont help him get back out in the end, that stomach set to claim him as a nice halloween treat.

21:44 Gyro Feather squawks in the belly as he kicks around inside of there, already feeling the bite of the acids as they work their ways beneath his feathers and fur to the soft flesh beneath. Sweat forms along his body form the sweltering heat as he's left panting in the humid sack, though nothing will avail him of the temperature. Each press of the paws pushes him down beneath the liquid for a moment, ensuring a thorough coating as he slowly starts to tire out.

21:52 Benson Roberts growls and works you down inside those acids, letting them cook you as you tire out and fail to press against his belly, the large bear belching up feathers as he gurgles you away inside that tight belly of his. Benson grinning to himself as he opens you bag of candy and pours it down his maw, enjoying the light snack after a nice filling meal.

21:57 Gyro Feather feels himself starting to fade underneath the onslaught of hte powerful stomach, especially as much of his precious air leaves the chamber with a loud rumble around him. More candy rains in on top of the bird as his bag is spilled open, taking up further room, and ensuring that the liquids rise up over the struggling form of the bird. Suddnely there's an increase in the thrashing inside as the gyrphon struggles for air, and then stillness as he passes out inside the gut.

21:58 < Gyro Feather> (I'm sure we'll see him again though, and his costume, when benson is all done with him and lets him out later~)

21:58 < Benson Roberts> (That was fun sweety)

21:58 < Gyro Feather> (Might I get a finisher with disposal?~

21:59 < Benson Roberts> (mmhmm)

22:01 Benson Roberts gets up and squats down, lifting his tail and letting out a gassy fart, the bear grinning as his pucker twitches a bit before pushing out thick logs of bear shit, the gryphons remains start easing out of his ass into a nice pile. the bear grinning as he enjoys that feeling of prey exiting his body in this form. Benson huffs and finishes up, pushing out your skull as it land untop of all the waste. "Don't worry little bird you'll be back some time."