Picking Out the Best Costume

4 November 2018

10:00 < Lup Kapan> Nice costume. |3

10:00 < Gyro Feather> Thanks~

10:01 < Gyro Feather> Last day of it I'm afraid though, even if its fun.

10:02 < Lup Kapan> Ah, shame. Better make that last day count then, huh?

10:02 < Gyro Feather> Indeed indeed~

10:02 < Lup Kapan> Little late for any halloween parties, though...

10:04 < Gyro Feather> Unless I can convince others!

10:05 < Lup Kapan> Maybe! I mean, I'm pretty sure everyone's already put up their costumes. I never had one to begin with, personally. :v

10:10 < Gyro Feather> Then...I suppose we need to arrange for you to wear a costume, like that of a pink and blue gryphon.

10:11 < Lup Kapan> Oh? I mean, I wouldn't be complaining about getting a costume, but isn't dressing up as my own species kinda... Redundant?

10:17 < Gyro Feather> Well, its the only sort of costume I can offer up here on the fly, and I think you'ed wear it quite well

10:18 < Lup Kapan> You think so?... Well, dang, now I'm kinda flattered! Especially when it's coming from another gryph. |3

10:23 Gyro Feather grins and nods his head at the othe rbird and lashes his tail. "Mmm indeed! The costume I have in mind is quite transformative, I think anyone could wear it well~"

10:25 Lup Kapan grins right back, his own tail swishing to and fro as the fellow half-bird speaks of such a [color=green]nice[/color] costume. "Well, in that case, I think I'd like to get into it as soon as possible! That way we can start the party, right?"

10:31 Gyro Feather nods his head at Lup, and runs his tongue ovfer the edge of his beak in eager anticipation. "Hmmm I suppose we might as well,~" He coos, stepping up closer. "I've got it hidden in a special place though, you're going to have to close your eyes and keep quiet while I dig it out and put it on you."

10:36 Lup Kapan nodded, though he seemed a bit confused at first. "Little weird that I have to close me eyes, but... Well, I mean, you're being nice enough to give me a free costume, so it's fine." Lup said, his eyes drifting shut like the blade of a guilloutine slamming down on his—...
...Well, intense simile aside, his eyes were shut as waited patiently for the bug-suited gryphon to find his costume, tail flicking about in a steady rhythm behind him.

10:39 Gyro Feather chuckls and leans forward to whisper into Lup's ears, "Well...its just that I dont want to give the location of my stash away, you see." His breath tickles at the feathers there, carrying iwth it a warm humidity he'd soon get to experience first claw. Then he 'searches for a moment before saying, "Ah hah, found it~" Suddenly Gyro's sharp talons are around the back of Lup's head, forcing his beak into the wide open jaws of the hungry gryphon, wwith his beak brushing the back of his quivering throat.

10:50 Gyro Feather feels that puff of air travel down his gullet, and then, with a reflexive swallow, a ring of muscle slides forward and compresses on Lup's beak, using its force to pull him into the front of that tube, while Gyro's claws shove him ever deeper. Even if he opens his eyes now, all he'd find is blackness and ahead the smell of fishy bile looms on the horizon. Perhaps this was just the nature ofputting on the costume Gyro had found.

10:55 Lup Kapan panicked, of course. Something wasn't right. Costumes weren't wet, or fleshy, and hopefully didn't usually smell of half-digested fish... And yet, that old pride struck him. The pride that gryphons seemed to be born with, a trust in their own kind and a sort of stubbornness that kept them stuck that way.
...At least, that's what Lup used to blame for his occasional bouts of acting like a stubborn ass, anyways. In reality, it probably just ran in the family, but at the moment it made Lup keep his eyes shut. Surely this was just some odd, magically-fueled costume, he thought. He'd seen weirder stuff done. Perhaps it was a costume made of reshapable slune, or something.
His heartbeat, of course, beytrayed just how spooked he really was.

11:05 Gyro Feather presses the larger catbird in shoulder deep into his jaws, locking the brid's arms and wings to his sides before he can get toooo terribly predisposed to disliking his current positiong as Lup woudl certianly be a fair bit tougher to deal with at that point. Hot slimy flesh grasps upon the other's head and sboulders, lathering the sticky foul wetness into his feathers and leaving himeasily lubbed up for his journey inwards. The bird's gulps are fiarly loud in the other's ear, and carry with them a wave of pressure that rolls over them, leaving them needing to pop before its gone. Then, the deeper he gets there's a strange rythmic thumping coming at about a beat a second soudning all around him. This sure was a strange costume indeed.

11:13 Lup Kapan let out a low, shuddering groan as saliva soaked into his fur and feathers, those powerful, well-trained gullet walls squeezing and working their hardest to force the poor gryphon deeper and deeper with each loud, air-filled gulp. By this point, Lup was starting to come to the sobering realization of what he had just allowed to happen.
Admittedly, he couldn't even find it in himself to be mad at Gyro, as the whole "pink and blue gryphon" part should have been enough of a tip-off. Perhaps, on some level, he had wanted it. "I-I, uh... I-I think I've changed my mind about the costume, G-Gyro..." He called out, hearing what he was now reasonably sure was his friend's heartbeat, though he still refused to open his eyes in case there was the slightest chance that he was wrong, that trust still lingering.

11:23 Gyro Feather wasnt going to stop putting on this costume for them now that he'd begun and gotten so far along. After al, how good of a friend would he be if he let Lup go to a costume party wihtout a sufficiently good costume? His beak slowly creeps along the thick body of Lup, cauisng is tasty brown form to roll over his rough tongue, while his feathers scrape against the slippery muscles, leaving the flesh drier and stickier. Even still the gryphon creeps along eagerly. Lup's beak pops into the birds crop,t hough only for a moment before getting washed further down, towards that greedily growling stomach, eager for breakfast.

11:27 Lup Kapan could be felt shuddering, wriggling, torn between that stubborn trust and a deep, instinctual terror over what was happening to him. As his body rolled and pressed against that tongue, Gyro would be able to note the flavor of his fellow gryphon: Rather standard, really, aside from the pleasant hint of some sort of herb, one that drew out the flavor in such a way that made the half-bird taste just like tea. Lup could hear that belly growing through layers of flesh, and he wasn't very happy about that, either.
A strange thought entered Lup's mind, for judt a moment. The slight worry that if he [b]was[/b] being eaten, the bulge might cause Gyro's nice bug costume to tear.
Lup wasn't sure if he should be angry at himself for being concerned about something like that.

11:34 Gyro Feather surges forward with a grin upon his beak as he finally tastes the course wirey fur that coats his meals' second half, while deep down inside he feels the gryphon's head admitted into his gurgling stomach, filling the bird's nares with the putrid scent of bile and long forgotten meat while a thinner, more oily liquid drizzles onto whatever enters this sack. That head leaves a reasonably sized bulge in his gut, causing the buttons on his costume to reach their full extents, threatening to tear off, and he's nto even half done. At that point, it seems that the other gryphon has finally decided not to be food and starts to flail, though the smaller bird has the upper hand at preventing his meal from pulling free as those forelegs are locked to his sides.

11:39 Lup Kapan couldn't help but open his eyes as that awful, vile stench invaded his senses, the scent of bile and rot worming its way into his mind and taking root. Even with his lack of sight— something he knew he couldn't fix until his arms were free again— Lup knew where he was. He was in Gyro's belly. The last time they had met, Lup had been teased about going in here.
...Well, perhaps that wasn't accurate. In fact, Lup had been more flustered by what would happen [b]after[/b] he got here. Gurgling down into mush, filling out curves on Gyro's body and being left as a steaming heap of waste... Gyro was a better gryphon than he was, sure, but Lup had figured it all to be teasing. Evidently, it wasn't. For a moment, Lup considered opening his mouth to speak, but realized fast that he'd rather make sure he was in a position where none of the bile fluids in that chapter could get into his beak, first.

11:52 < Gyro Feather> (Bah sorry about the late reply...F-chat decided to drop me in the middle of typing >.<

11:53 < Lup Kapan> ((No big deal! Happens to me, too.

11:54 < Lup Kapan> ((...Wonder if anyone's made a pred character that's just the F-List Mascot eating people at random in the middle of their RPs. :v

11:59 Gyro Feather had been truly serious indeed, though his lack of hunger had been the only catalyst that saved Lup at the time of their last meeting. This time though, it seemed hed not nearly be so lucky as that stomach growled around his form, working that awful tingling solution up into his facial feathers and threatening to get some of that foul fluid up into his eyes and to leak through the edges of hi sbeak. Finally Gyro manages to throw his head up into the air, steadying Lup's weight with his claws to better align with his gullet as more of him slips inside. Tits about this point that the buttons on his outfit pop, and scattar across the ground, exposing his blue fur beneath the brown silk. This opens up plenty of room for the rest of his figure to drop inside, swelling out that taut belly and freeing his claws finally.

12:05 Lup Kapan can feel more and more of himself sinking, vanishing into that beak as Gyro's body worked to stuff every inch of Lup into that hungry, churning belly. Already he could feel that acidic slime soaking into his feathers, working to melt him down without a hint of effort on Gyro's part. It was automatic, after all. That was simply what bellies did, and he was in one. Lup tried not to think about this too much, trying his best to pull his arm free of that throat so that he might case a spell for some sort of comfort, a way for him to get his bearings while he bargained or schemed for a way out. A small orb of light began illuminating the chamber, allowing the gryphon to see once again in the dim hell that was Gyro's stomach. Just barely, Lup heard the buttons snap outside, and his beak speak before his could think about it. "I-Is your costume okay?"

12:10 Gyro Feather obviously couldnt answer the bird with his beak full of...well him...but the gryphon rolls his eyes none the less. There's no way this gryphon wasnt meant to be anythong other than his treat if that was his present concern. Gyro's tongue briefly curls up between Lup's rump, running over his musky member before forcing him down betweent hat ring, leaving only hind paws and a swishing tail. DOwn inside his belly, the bird's body largely obscures his view from the orb of light, casing od dark shadows on the pink glistening walls, drawn smooth by the amount of food inside of Gyro's belly. The sickly greenish white slime tingles at his body, the obvious sorce of his impending dissolution.

12:14 Lup Kapan wasn't really sure why he had asked that question. It was just... The first thing that came to mind. He felt a little stupid for it, actually, both because he knew the question couldn't really be answered yet and because he knew he had much, [b]much[/b] bigger concerns at the moment. A low sort of chirp came from Lup as that tongue ran over his rear end and his junk, that particular, brief bout of squirming being more born of excitement than fear. Of course, the fear would return soon as the light gave him a good view of just how much of that awful slime was waiting for him, the gryphon surrounded by such copious amounts of digestive fluid already despite not even being completely swallowes.

12:23 Gyro Feather reaches his talons upwards and finds the edges of his food's paws, before giving a mighty pull downwards, forcing his body almost painfully into his gullet with much speed. Th ebeak clacks shut around the last vestiges of his meal as he swallows, and lays backwards, flicking his tail. "Ill...have to sew on several more buttons," he admits with a frown, "But...I think it was all worth it to put you into such a lovely costume. It looks fantastic on you, I wish you could see it. Plus...remember how I told you it was transformative? Well it certainly is~ Its going to transform you into a s spat of uniform smelly brown lumps, and a wad of bones and feathers~"

12:27 Lup Kapan felt the rest of his form rocketing down that gullet, almost able to feel the vibrations of gyro's voice in his tail befor he curled up, now fully sealed away in that hungry, growling, churning belly. Finding any sort of comfortable position was nearly impossiboe, he realized, but that wouldn't stop him from trying as he shifted and squirmed and moved about, his world flipping upside-down as gyro flopped onto his back so casually.
"I... I-I don't know if that costume would be very well suited for a party." Lup said, shakily. "M-Maybe you should just let me do up some of my mage robes to look like a cultist outfut, o-or maybe a grim reaper sort of deal...."

12:36 Gyro Feather runs his talons down over the struggling form within his belly, knowing that he wasnt going to be able to walk for about a day now as he processes his lively meal. "Mmm perhaps not for most, but as it was just going to be a costume party of just the two of us, I think its very well suited for you. After all, I haave a feeling we'll get incredibly close after this is done, if we arent already~" He coos in enjoyment. The walls of his belly contract over the cat bird stuck inside, massaging the steadily deepening pool over every inch of him, leaving his entire body tingling. "Besides...you know that once you get something into the belly, a gryphon cant really vomit."

12:41 Lup Kapan nodded, though he felt a bit silly doing so, since he knew that gyro was completely right. Things that were in a gryphon's crop could be hacked back up, but the belly? That was more or less the point of no return, and Lup had long since passed it. The half-bird fell silent for a moment before uttering a shaky "Y... Yes, I do." to his captor, the gryphon shining his light around for the hope that it might still be possible to take the "rear exit".
Somehow, though, Lup found the sensation of the walls holding him in place, squeezing against him as he faintly felt the pressure of Gyro's talons hold his form from outside.... Relaxing.

12:42 < Gyro Feather> (How do you like digestion to be done anyways?

12:43 < Lup Kapan> ((I'm more of the whole "melty" camp, myself. Not the biggest fan of gore, though bones are fine. :v

12:44 < Gyro Feather> (Cool cool, then I shall not be as harsh as I often am :P

12:45 < Lup Kapan> ((I mean, stuff like crushing and instant destruction and being super rude/cruel is fine, for the record. |3

12:46 < Gyro Feather> (Cool cool...though I hate to admit I'm running out of steam this morning...so I may more wrap it up >.<

12:46 < Gyro Feather> (Probably not this post, but in the next couple

12:46 < Lup Kapan> ((No big deal!

12:50 Gyro Feather lets out a soft belch, which still rumbles loudly against his prey as the walls of the stomach contract painfully, putting increased pressure on his meal and causing a couple loud snapping noises, which Gyro can hear evne through his padded layers. Chuckling and purring to himself, he strokes over the squirming form, grinning wide. "Indeed, then you know the only way you're coming out now is as pile of bird shit, and a bleached ball of feathers and bones~" He teases at his meal. "You're going to feel nearly as good comging out as you went in,I'm sure...and its going to be a better look for you anyways." Inside that acid is slowly deepening, cuasing feathers and fur alike to slough off from his pred's form.

12:51 < Gyro Feather> *prey's

12:55 Lup Kapan yelped, feeling the [b]incredibly[/b] uncomfortable sensation of his body cracking and breaking through the intense, straining pressure of Gyro's stomach. He was falling apart, second by second, squeeze by squeeze. Bones were breaking, form was softening, feathers were falling. None of it really [b]hurt[/b], exactly, but feeling your own structure snap and break certainly wasn't a pleasant one. "W-Wait, please...." He pleaded, though he already knew that even if he did manage to get out of Gyro at this point, his body would probably be broken beyond repair. He could feel those hands, those loving talons stroking over him, again and again, as if trying their hardest to calm him for his own destruction.
And the worst part was that it was working.

12:59 Gyro Feather 's back hole to his stomach, should he have found it would have been far too tight for th eother bird to make his way through, as even fur and feathers get filtered by his gizzard to be compressed into a pellet, so something far bigger has absolutely no hope of getting through. Another loud belch of air escapes the birds beak as he settles down, allowing himself to drift off to sleep and leaving very little of his meal to breath in there. The heartbeat and breathing slows in intensity, though the rolling and squeezing of his stomach gets all the more aggressive, squeezing ver harder on his morsel amd mixing him with the ever deepening fluids.

13:02 Lup Kapan wouldn't be able to hold onto conciousness for much longer, after that. He'd try, of course, but between the slowing down of that thumping heartbeat around him, the ever-intensifying crunching and churning and squishing of the belly working to claim him as food, and the ever-weaking structure of his own poor form, Lup couldn't stay awake. His last thoughts as he drifted off to sleep were oddly calm, the gryphon simply wondering how good of a meal he must be for Gyro's body to seemingly work so hard to make him Gyro's own.
The churning, wet, gurgling noises lulled the gryphon to sleep, now just a hunk of melting and broken meat and calcium to be claimed by the living gryphon's digestive tract.

13:19 Gyro Feather is left ther eon the sidewalk all day, as there's hardly any way the gryphon is going to manage to drag himself anywhere with the massive lump of catbird turned meat in his belly. All night and into the morning the bird's belly is hard at work, softening up the creature inside and meltin ghis meat from hi sbeones, leaving the brown feathers and fur along with his ones trapped in that stomach. Those crunch and sqelch in his gizzard dwon into a mass of bone an dother refuse, whiel the rest of his figure curves through the intestines.

Eventually that mass starts to solidfy and well into the late morning the next day, the pink and blue catbird is woken with a myriad of pressures urging hhim to take care of nature's calls. The lump that's now formed in his crop is uncomfortable, but the mass in his bowels is painful with pressure, begging for him to please deperately let it out. Even still, the gryphon knows from experience that he best deal witht eh pellet first. Yawning wide and closeing his eyes he gags and coughs as his muscles work in the opposite direction. THere's a scratchu uncomfortable sensation as the lump moves in jotlts and spurts, while the bird looks like he's choking to death, before finally teh mass falls with a yawn of his beak before him. Wet foul smelling feathers and fur surround the mass of shattered bones, though the most promient one is the beak, half oepn and grinning, still stuffed with feathers.

Shaking hsi head, he lifts himself up, dragging his abdomin full of the new mass of shit against the ground before he arcs his tail. The dark pucker loosens and thick logs of brown tumble out, splattering agaisnt the pellet and son starting to bury it int eh waste. Gyro cared not that he was leaving this on a public sidewalk, for he'd be long gon eby the time anyone finds it. Instead, mottled shades of brown with odd lumps and cracks fall free, slpatting onto the ground and adding their eye buning stench to the air. It takes him several minutes to be done liwth Lup, but once he is, he trots on off, leaving the mess for all to see, tbe remains of the bird glinting in the light and caked to the ground.

13:20 < Lup Kapan> ((<3 Best late halloween party ever |3

13:20 < Gyro Feather> (Hope that was acceptable!

13:20 < Gyro Feather> (I dont pred very often :P

13:21 < Lup Kapan> ((Ah, sorry! It was really good, though. ;w;

13:21 < Gyro Feather> Why sorry?

13:22 < Lup Kapan> ((Oh, I got the impression that you don't usually [b]like[/b] predding. If not, then nevermind. :v

13:23 < Gyro Feather> (I dont usually like predding, but if I'm not enjoying it, I wont do it :P

13:23 < Lup Kapan> ((Ahhh, okay! Well you did a damn fine job, I'll say that. |3

13:24 < Gyro Feather> I'd say I pred ehh...about a third of the time, though only looking for predding maybe 1 in 10

13:24 < Lup Kapan> ((Ahhh, gotcha