Electric Belly Sounds

12 November 2018

19:09 Fuzzy Jolteon makes Jolt noises.

19:12 Gyro Feather wonders if that sounds like [b]zzzzzttt[/b]

19:13 Fuzzy Jolteon responds It probably does, to be honest.

19:14 < Ozy> or gurglegurgle

19:14 Gyro Feather muses, Hmmm sounds like a shockingthing to experience in one's bely~ especially squishy as they just melt away~

19:14 < Fuzzy Jolteon> Uh... Maybe the sound would be ruined by then?

19:14 < Fuzzy Jolteon> Like, getting all muffled and perhaps kinda... Squishy.

19:15 < Derp Aderpy> Wha?

19:16 < Fuzzy Jolteon> frowns, "Hey now, let's not get that much into detail, there isn't a prey Jolt around to test that out after all!"

19:18 < Derp Aderpy> I dunno, I think I see one.

19:19 < Derp Aderpy> It's been talking. Last it said was "Hey now, let's not get that much into detail, there isn't a prey Jolt around to test that out after all!"

19:19 Gyro Feather licks his beak and steps forward towards them, lashing his tail. "Are you sure?" He asks, though really a flying type ought to know better than to approach a shocking creature such as them.

19:20 Fuzzy Jolteon shudders. "Uh... Well, it can't be me since the last I said now it's what I'm currently saying, so... It can't be me, even though it was a a close call!... What's the licking for, though...?"

19:23 Gyro Feather shruts his shoulders and then suddenly leaps forward, flaring his wings as he attemtps to tackle the jolteon to the ground in a flash of pink and blue feathers.

19:26 Fuzzy Jolteon snorts at that. "Hey, you have to admit that it was a good attempt! Also, that blanket looks neat... Do you think I could get on-" Welp, talking too much ekas to him being tackled! Just now he would glance over the one that hecking pinned him down!

19:29 Gyro Feather grins down at the creature now trapped beneath his claws and hunkers down his wings to either side, like a raptor trying to hide his catch from anyone else instinctually. Above the jolteon stands a slightly larger gryphon pokemon, with bright pink feathers down his front. There, he's quite clearly licking his beak, and his belly gives a low soft growl that vibrates dwon into his catch's figure. "Looky what I"ve caught myself~"

19:36 < Shinak> Oh, Gyro is considered a pokenoms now? =p

19:36 < Skyhunter Phoroneus> You hungry, Toni? c:

19:37 < Gyro Feather> I"m a pokenommer!

19:37 < Gyro Feather> And I always consider myself a pokemon in this channel, tis more fun ^^

19:38 Fuzzy Jolteon wiggles. "Uh... N-Not me? Heck! That was totally unexpected and... Not fair at all!" The Jolt said as he wiggled and squirmed about, trying to get out of the grip of the critter in the way better position, that rumble coming from that middle section made Sims squirm and wiggle about some, he didn't wanted to end up as someone's chow! "... Please lemme go..?"

19:40 Toni-Kadachi 's not sure...trying to work on this novel and all

19:40 < Derp Aderpy> Heh...

19:40 < Skyhunter Phoroneus> That's okay. Maybe some other time.

19:40 Skyhunter Phoroneus pets Toni.

19:45 Gyro Feather lifts one of his talons up to his beak and loooks up and away from the struggling poke, as if considering the thought. "Hmmmm.....sure, I'll let you go~ You can go right down my beak to my belly~" He coos softly and then leans down to drag his tongue up acorss the other's face, pulling off the flavor that lingers upon his fur and replacing it with thick globules of drool.

19:50 Fuzzy Jolteon protests, "That's not what I meant at all! I don't wanna go down your gullet, I wanna go, uh... Snuggle someone...? Yeah...!" That was all he could said while being interrupted by that lick, making the Jolt stutter some before trying to push himself away by using his paws, not that it'll do much with the wings surrounding his form, though.

19:54 Gyro Feather pulls back for only a moment to respond, "Well...dont worry, I'll give you some snuggles you'll never forget for the rest of your life~" He trills down at his prey. Then, before the fox can respond, his jaws dart downwards and press around the lively little treat, filling his vision with a dim view of his lively insides and his snout with the scent of old fish.

20:01 Fuzzy Jolteon would gag a little... He wasn't used to smelling fish at all, let alone old fish! He wanted snuggles, but not the ones that would end up with him becoming part of the big bird! The Jolt could just wiggle and squirm, not even his zaps could do much about to the pred in this situation! He was kind of forced to just squirm as well as he could... Which he wasn't good at to begin with... This seemed like a really dire situation for the Jolt!

20:04 Gyro Feather forces his beak further around his treat, pressing that head into his gullet in one massive swallow, and taking the shoudlers in to where his forelegs are starting to be forced against his body. Each greedy gulp leaves him just a little more hidden from the world, while his slimy droll runs down across the yellow fur. His arms wrap around the Jolteon in a bearhug, one that tenses at each minor shock of electricity.

20:10 Fuzzy Jolteon would have to stop his zapping after the hug, he was getting damaged from it! Heck, he was sure it even made his health at go down a little... But so would do the gurgles that will happen once he gets inside that gut! The worse thing is that the big preddy bird could just make an excuse as to why there wasn't a Jolt, and no one would doubt it! All those thoughts made the Jolt shiver while going down that gullet, but... It also made him quite flustered! The idea itself was quite hawt...

20:15 Gyro Feather was certainly getting injured as well as heard by the noises coming from teh bird during the zaps, and reflexively he bites down on the little creature hard, hoping to tire him out before those painful shocks rendered him unable to continue. All around the creature he could feel the tight caress of the slimy muscles rolling across his figure and pulling him ever deeper inside. The hot odorous smell of his breath grows all the stronger as he's pulled inside, though soon his muzzle reaches the entracne to a chamber that widens out, allwoing him to speak once again.

20:19 Fuzzy Jolteon stooped those zaps, that little bite made it clear that the bird wanted him to stop altogether, so he just did his best to stay still and let himself be gobbled up like some sort of meal, it felt quite weird and it certainly didn't smell nice in there, but all he could hope for was for some fair treatment once he got to that stomach! As soon as the opportunity appeared, he began talking, not realizing that oxygen will be super valuable while within the bigger critter. "Hey! Lemme go! I'm not a meal...!"

20:35 < Gyro Feather> (SHit sorry >.<

20:38 Gyro Feather feels the meal fit down into his crop, and so he then tilts his head up to dart his head to take more of him in in quick gulps. Soon enough even that tail is enveloped in his beak and sent down, hiding the yellow from the world. HE can feel his treat settling down at the base of his chest, which he traces over with a claw. "In due time, in due time~" THe bird coos softly. The whole experience has left him feeling rather worn out, and he could swear some of his feathers are singed. His fur is definitely standing on end. "And quick shocking me! You're not getting out if I faint."

21:01 < Gyro Feather> (Fuzzy jolteon?

21:01 Fuzzy Jolteon shouts, "Hey, I'm not shocking you, I swear! Maybe if you didn't bite me or pounced me...!" He said as he tried to accommodate with the rest of his body in the more spacious chamber, trying to not let his natural electricity to make a mess with the bird from the inside, his behavior was the only thing asides frik rubs that could get him in the good side of the bird, and in the end, possibly secure him a safe return! And not end up like some fur and some pudge on the bird...

21:01 < Fuzzy Jolteon> (Sorry for the delay, dog wanted in and started to make a mess >~<)

21:02 < Gyro Feather> (xp no worries

21:05 Gyro Feather chuckles at the little treat trapped within his crop and then closes his eyes, rubbing all around the little bulge within him. Then, he starts to cause that chamber to contract, opening up the far end of it to further force his treat down towards his gurgling belly beyond. "Just hold still...and I'll move you along~" He coos softly, leaving teh destination sutibly ambigious. THe walls of the crop grow far more tight, squeezing on the creature in massaging rolls and pushing him deeper.

21:12 Gyro Feather feels the lump in his crop press through the other tube, followed by a drop as he plops down into the caustic sack in the center of the bird. Suddenly the smellt hat had been unpleasant before becomes downright awful as it mixes with teh odor of the gryphon's bile, while a smeall pool has formed at the bottom of this chamber. "Safe? No, I just said I'd move you along....to my stomach! I do hope you get comphy, you're stuck tehre for several hours at least~"4

21:28 Fuzzy Jolteon squeals. "What! You can't do this...! I don't wanna end up as chow! P-Please, I'll do anything!... Don't gurgle me...!" He said as he desperately rubbed around with his paws, trying to climb up, but with no results, he slid down there and got into that stomach, which didn't smell any better than his previous location! He tried to push around with his paws, before trying to cover his nose from the awful stench from within the bird!

21:36 Gyro Feather chuckles as he hears the cries from his little meal within him and then rolls onto his bell, pressing his weight down on the treat contained within. "Well...its too late for that I'm afraid. No way I could possibly get you back out, unless you know teleport or soemthing. My belly just doesnt work like that." His voice is rather nonchalant, as if this was entirely inconsequential to him. Inside, those belly juices were churned all around like a stormy sea, splashing the caustic solution all up into his fur.

21:42 Fuzzy Jolteon could just whimper and paw around now, not much he could do, as the bird himself said... To that stomach, he was another meal ready to be worked on, but after hearing that he didn't had any chance of getting out of there, the Jolt just gave up. No more squirming and no more pleading... He accepted his role as a meal this time around and waited for the worse to come, either those acids would claim him, or he would pass out due to the lack of air in that gut, at least the last one wasn't that painful...

21:48 Gyro Feather lets out a low belch as he feels the meal start to settle down in his belly, causing the fluids to rise up entirely around his despondent treat, and carrying with it a couple scraps of yellow fur. THere was nothing left in there for the fox to breathe now, as he's left stewing in the hot pit of his belly. Soon enough the bird passes out, allowing his stomach to do its slow work of turning that lump of meat into a bunch of energy and fat.
018-11-12 21:59] Toni-Kadachi: [eicon]nairhide[/eicon]

22:14 Fuzzy Jolteon would pass out soon after that belch took place, with no air to breathe, he slowly lost consciousness and his body was covered by those digestive juices. Since there was nothing stopping them from working, the Jolt was reduced to quite a mushy mess, which mostly would help to nourish the bird for a bit longer. Those gurgles would go on for quite a while, what could've happened to the Jolt that was once pinned down to by the big bird? He couldn't just have poofed away, right? Talking about that, the big bird did seem a bit more pudgy than before...

22:47 Gyro Feather sleeps for a long while as the fuzzy electric treat melts away in his belly. WHo'd have thought that a flying type would get the better of an electric fox this time, though it seems he has, even if he's a little worse for wear. Over the course of the night bis belly glorps and gurgles, turning the lumpy middle down into a softer liquid that finally shrinks down into his stomach . All of the meat leaves his gut, though the bones and fur remain, where the gizard crunches and churns around them, compacting them into a nice tight ball.

When the gryphon finally wakes up in the morning, he stretches and lets out a little yawn. There's an uncomfortable lump in his crop, and a fair amount of new fat on his belly and hips. WIthout even rolling to his feet, he turns his head and starts to push on the lump, working it upwards. His mouth yawns open wide, and then out peaks the yellow coated ball of drool and bones. It slowly slides out, and then lands with a plop next to him, steaming with its hot drool and spreading teh smell of his insides to the air. The skull itself is featured prominently on the mass of yellow and white, with plenty of ribs and other bones shown through, cracked and shattered. With that, gyro rolls to the side and closes his eyes once more, allowing himself to sleep further.