Coffee and Breakfast

8 December 2018

10:52 Giddy Gabby Griffon obtains the sacred black brew. Sip.

11:16 < Giddy Gabby Griffon> If I don't drink coffee I turn into Gilda.

11:16 Gyro Feather flutters on in, and takes a seat. near the others. Catching sight of Gabby's mug, he asks, "Would you be a helpful dear, and get me a mug as well? Light on the sugar, no milk."

11:17 Giddy Gabby Griffon finishes her cup, puts some hazelnut creamer in the empty cup, then refills it from the pot so that it mixes instantly. "I... Have no idea where I left the sugar." She sips...

11:18 Gyro Feather makes chicky birb faces at Gabby, so that his eyes widen impressively and quiver like he's going to cry. "Ahh....but....but I thought you liked being helpful to everybirdy."

11:19 Giddy Gabby Griffon sniffles... Not because of Gyro, but because she's sick. "Not this early in the morning... Not this few cups into the day... At this stage nice is not punching people in the face. I'm being very nice.""

11:22 Gyro Feather huffs at the other bird, and then snags her bottle of hazelnut creamer and head to the coffee pot, grabs a spare cup and pours himself a drink with the two. "I suppose this will have to do for now..." The creamer bottle seems to run dry as he's pouring it, but rahter than saying anything, he puts it back and returns to the other bird. "I'm not sure not puching someone is what I'd consider nice...just like the bare basics of civilization.

11:23 Giddy Gabby Griffon sips her coffee... "Amazing how civilization breaks down when you take away the coffee."

11:26 Gyro Feather shrugs his shoulders and takes a long draw out of the bitter sweet liquid. "Yall should just become morning people like me. Wake up bright and chipper. I dont regularly drink this stuff...unlike you addicts."

11:27 Giddy Gabby Griffon snorts, "Big talk for someone who doesn't give back to the community."

11:30 Gyro Feather glares at her from over the rim of his mug. "WIth out me, young lady, there'd be far fewer jobs in my home town. I keep the boats designed so that the shipwrites can continue building new vessels and keep the equestrian trade flowing. I dont help just one pony at a time, but hundreds."

11:31 Giddy Gabby Griffon sips her coffee. "But do you gurgle?"

11:32 Gyro Feather glances around to see that its just him and the other gryphon here, and once satisfied, he nods his head. "Of course I occasionally partake in a pony or two...but what gryphon doesnt? They just taste tooooooo good."

11:33 Giddy Gabby Griffon shakes her head and motions a circle with her free talon. "No no, other way around. Do 'you' gurgle."

11:35 Gyro Feather raises an eyebrow at her at the question, and tilts his head to the side. "Uhh...well I'm sitting in front of you arent I? So I'd say no...I dont, and never have, 'gurgled' as you say and never will. Thats for silly little ponies."

11:35 < Gyro Feather> [sub]I'm sure he will once she discovers that empty creamer~~[/sub]

11:36 Giddy Gabby Griffon tchs. "Refuses to volunteer to feed the hungry... How selfish."

11:37 Gyro Feather rolls his eyes at the other bird and takes a long sip of his coffee. "And what, you'r ebetter? You're standing in front of me too. I give to food banks around hearthswarming as everyone does."

11:37 Giddy Gabby Griffon nods. "I volunteer all the time. It's not like people ever stay gurgled around here." Gabby scratches her chin and furrows her brow. "Strange, that..."

11:40 Gyro Feather takes a long draft of his coffee, finishing off his mug, and setting it down on the table. "Uhh...huhh...well then, if you're so eager for it, I havnt had breakfast yet...and its been a while since I"ve had succulent, fatty, bird meat."

11:40 Giddy Gabby Griffon points out that, "Oh, and you're also a liar."

11:42 Gyro Feather narrows his eyes at the bird, and raises his crest aggressively. "Im a liar huh? And how do you figure?"

11:42 Giddy Gabby Griffon takes a moment to finish off her cup off coffee before explaining herself. "I ate you that one time then fed myself to a pony because you'd been insulting the ponies."

11:46 Gyro Feather rolls his eyes at the delusional bird before him. "Uhhh...huhh....well alright then, if you think that happened...have you considered checking yourself into an institution?"

11:50 Giddy Gabby Griffon poofs up her plumage. "Rude."

11:50 < Gyro Feather> [sub][s]that was also with drumstick :P[/s][/sub]

11:50 < Giddy Gabby Griffon> [s]Can't remember which alt I was on anymore.[/s]

11:51 < Giddy Gabby Griffon> [s]Too much shit to keep track of.[/s]

11:51 < Gyro Feather> [sub]I usually dont keep track of that. Who cares what happens to what remains after you expell a processed pony :P[/sub]

11:52 Gyro Feather snorts at the bit bird and then relaxes back in his chair. "Look, I'm just speaking the truth...now are you going to help me out with my breakfast probelm or what?"

11:58 Giddy Gabby Griffon squints at Gyro. "..." He was rude, selfish, and notorious for mocking ponies!... But... "Promise to be nicer to ponies?" She kinda wanted to go back to bed...

12:01 Gyro Feather blinks at that question for a moment after he hears her question; it catching him off guard. "Umm ya sure," he says in hasty acquiescence, though his heart most certainly wasnt in it. He was just eager to get a full belly. His tongue runs across his beak and he steps aroudn the table towards the pigeon bird.

12:02 < Gyro Feather> [sub]Course adding him to her will more likely ensure he helps more pones ;P[/sub]

12:05 Giddy Gabby Griffon squints harder at Gyro... "You know what a Pinkie Promise is?" Gabby holds her gaze. "You know what happens if you break a Pinkie Promise?" Gabby reaches out and jabs a finger into Gyro's chest. "I want you to mean it. Pinkie Promise you'll 'try' to be nicer." [eicon]pinkieforever[/eicon]

12:10 Gyro Feather grunts as he feels her talon dig beneath his floofy pink feathers and fluffs out his feathers reflexively. "A uhhh pinkie promise? Sure...I guess I'll make a pinkie promise, whatevre that is..." THe gryphon says dubiously. He has no clue what he's in for when he ineveitbly breaks it.

12:12 < Knyght Tyme> [sub]Burbs.[/sub]

12:13 Giddy Gabby Griffon nods. "You took that too easily... But I don't know if not letting you eat me would count as infringing upon a Pinkie Promise since I just got you to agree under the understanding that you'd get to, so..." Gabby leans back in her seats and hoists her hinds. "I'm not about to risk it. Eat up, chucklenuts... And may Faust have mercy on your soul if you break that promise." A pink pony snout peeks in from the castle garden arch... She knows.

12:14 < Lemon_Drop> Birbs everywhere

12:20 Gyro Feather is pretty sure he lawyered his way out of that one. He only said he will make one after all, and hasnt done so yet. Even still, he's all too eager to get on with that proffered meal. His talons grasp upon her paws, and he gently kneads up upon those paw pads, before hs sticks them into his beak. His tongue workds between each digit, drenching them in drool as he takes in the musky earthen flavor she'd picked up from walkin around. Behind him, his tail flicks back and forth in eager excitement.

12:32 Giddy Gabby Griffon rolled her hips and slowly worked herself around so she was sprawled out on her belly. It'd be easier on both herself and Gyro if her body was oriented the same way. It was easy enough this early on and her feet simply twisted around one another while his tongue danced across the plump, pink toebeans dotting each paw. "It's Saturday... I lose track of the day so easily." Gabby's toes splay as she notes this and begin mashing back against the inside of Gyro's mouth. "The weekend off to just lay around and laze about... It's nice." Her toes curl, catching Gyro's tongue with a slimy squish between those salty digits. Not like she can hold it, mind you. His tongue would easily slip out from between them and with that she'd streeeeeeeetch, pushing her legs out and coaxing her wriggling toes toward his throat. "Or just loaf around as ass fat... That's always nice."

12:42 Gyro Feather kept a firm grip on her hind legs as she twists before him, only loosening up on them long enough for her legs to swap sides wihtin his beak. His tongue twists with her lasily in the gentle grip of her pawpads for as long as he lets her, before he feels the toes themselves release and strech backwards, bearing her trimmed claws to throof of his mouth and sliding back towards his gaping gullet. Gyro's beak slides forward now, until the ring of mucles at the back of his jaws quiver against the matted fur of her digits, growing in pressure until finally, with a gulp, the ring expands and clenches on her paws, and shuffles them around and down into his neck. Gyro's slow advances mean that drool trickles down her legs as it finds no room on the saturated fur within his jaws.

13:01 Gyro Feather 's tongue may have lost contact with her paws, but the rolling movement of his throat across them causes saliva to squelch all up between the toes, causing a sensation not unsimilar to stepping in the mud barefoot, while also drawing her in. The sticky slimy warmth of the bird's insides become felt across an ever increasing surface area of her body, matting down fur as they pass between his beak. This sensation is, of course, foreshadowed byt the light trickle of drool from his beak and his ever present hot breath blasting over parts not yet consumed by the bird.

As her tail flags, his eyes wander to beneath it where her nethers are presented plainly in his view, and he feels a tinge of regret. ITs a shame to remove such a cute pussy from the world, especially before he's had a chance to sample it, but such is the way of things. Her feminine scent grows all the stronger the closer he creeps towards it, as he starts to ascend over her knees, triggering his lust even further. He can feel himself stirring now as his sheath fills with blood, starting to press the tip of his lenght out from that furry pouch.

13:13 Giddy Gabby Griffon shuddered and her ankles flexed inside Gyro's throat. Up her paws pivoted, mashing rather firmly into the roof of the other bird's throat. The folds squished into the nook between paws and toes and Gabby could feel it slide through the gaps like silk trim on bedsheets slipping between her fingers. Tickling the webbing between digits in that wonderful way. Those plump gray cheeks tightened visibly as she quivered. Dimples cut into either flank while her asshole began to visibly twitch and wink each time the pucker tightened. She really did enjoy feeling all that slick, slimy warmth undulating down around her calves and feet... Soon to be her thighs, too... And then that fat, juicy backside. "You should try it sometime, you know... Willingly..." Gabby's coo trilled softly in her throat. "It's relaxing and feels so lovely."

13:22 Gyro Feather rolls his eyes at her comments and gives a slight shake of his head. He sure as Celestia did not want to wind up as bird droppings, and there's no gryphon he'd trust to just leave him in their crop and hurk him back up later. Still, he can see how excited this is making her, and, sure of his grip on her legs by his beak, he finally lets go of her legs. Instead, a scaled digit traces up the insides of her thighs to her mound between those legs and then strokes in an elongated oval around her eager tunnel, running even up over her quivering pucker. After a little bit of teasing, they finally dive in, sliding between her slit, three digits together, while his thumb finds her nub to draw circles on. All the while, he'as advancing on her, and as her paws enter his crop, his warm breath is against his hands and her butt.

13:34 Giddy Gabby Griffon groaned into the pit of her elbow and her body started to wriggle around. "Y-yeah. Sometimes a pred can get a little handsy, too." Gabby noted as she felt Gyro's hands wandering over her backside... Teasing here or there and finally pushing into that cunt. Gabby was soaked. Gyro's fingers just glided inside with a hot squeltch and the fem-fluids just dribbled forth. Oozing down to Gyro's wrist before falling to dot the growing pool of drool collecting beneath the pudgeon's hips. "Which is, is always awesome!" Gabby's back arched and her ass heaved up and back. If not for the fact Gyro was swallowing her he'd have ended up with a blinding face-full of griff butt!... Instead, he just ends up with his jaws wrenched extra wide as those thighs lurch down into his throat and Gabby's backside stuffs itself halfway between his lips. It's hard to get any further with his fingers pumping that pussy, but she still manages to bounce her backside and grind herself against the touch of not only those digits inside her but the upper lip of his beak. Asshole slowly parting as the constant shifting works it just over the end of Gyro's upper beak then slides off with a good, tight clench.

13:46 Gyro Feather had been taking it reasonably slow, when his meal suddenly jolts, jerking his beak open wide with an unexpected pop and a little pain in his joint from the sudden motion. His writes are practically jammed into his own jaws now, getting a coating od drool on top of that sweet honey that otherwise dribbled out of the formel's backside. The added new flavor draws a low rumble of delight thoughout him, one that vibrates the toes curled up in his crop and up ino her butt cheeks. He's caught there for a little bit, as the pressure is tight on his claws, making it difficult to slide out from within his meal, and the writhing as he struggles to pull it free is intense, flailing digits all around her plushy walls, before he finally manages to jekr it free, slinging drool across the table beside them. He then replaces that claw with his tongue, questing ever deeper in search of her delectable favor contained.

Everything about this has the peacock rather aroused as well, as evident by his throbbing shaft between his hinds. But...what could he do about it? Then an idea strikes him and he jerks himself backwards and swings gabby around so that his back is to the table, letting her hang out before him. Leaning back on the wood, it creaks beneath their combined weight, but now gabby could feel the throbbing drooling member pressing into her chin fluff.

14:02 Giddy Gabby Griffon was having a hard time relaxing with Gyro's fingers twisting around inside of her. She'd intended to just lounge about lazily while she was devoured, but here she was fidgeting about while her pussy clamped down and suckled on his fingers... Well, at least until he finally yanked them free. Spittle wasn't the only thing slung across the table! If he wanted a taste he'd certainly get it. Those folds clamped around his tongue and a firm push back only helped sink it deeper as Gabby's ass went from parked at his lips to crammed in his mouth. By the time he'd drug her from her pleasant, if wriggly, sprawl she could have been sitting in his mouth if he'd only laid all the way back. Oh well.

Gabby is, if nothing else, a pretty nice burb. With nothing better to do than give Gyro's craw a foot massage from the inside out, she soon finds something to do with her arms since they're dangling free with the rest of her. Oh, lookie! A dick! Gabby reaches up past her belly, between her thighs, and takes a moment to slick her palms up with a loose squeeze of that tongue scraping her out. Then it's back down toward her floofy chest where the slicked up talons can grab at Gyro's length and give it a slow, tight, two-handed squeeeeeeeeeze. The grip shifts upward methodically. One fingers slides past the tip, then a second and a third. Before long her entire hand has been pushed off as the other progresses upward to do the same. Even as it does, however, the free hand moves to grasp the dick once more beneath the grip of the still occupied fist. And so it goes. Hand after hand slowly smearing drool up toward the tip of that prick in a constant flow of friction and pressure pressing in around it. "Nngh." Gyro's tongue would feel a firm tug as Gabby's pussy tightened and yanked on it. Little awkward, but it did flood his mouth with a gout of griffon fem-spunk. "S-sorry." Good thing those folds are super slick n' slippery! Cat might keep his tongue if it had a dry grip...

14:14 Gyro Feather chuckles as he feels her pressing her claws back into his mouth, figuring that she'd felt one tongue wasnt enough and had decided to user her hands...but then then grasp and roll against his drooly tongue, picking up plenty of his thick slobber before rethreating down. He'd been expecting a beak upon him, but, instead he finds that he's got the loving embrace of her talons rolling across his sensitive flesh. His hips thrust into those palms involuntarily, pressing in and back in a slow hump as the digits brush across his sensitive flesh, seeking ot coax a release from the bird. The tapered shaft twitches and his knot throbs in time with his heartbeat as she drags across them. SPeaking of his heartbeat, it picks up in speed, thumping against her though the veins that run along side his throat and crop, while his breath picks up in earnest into a steady panting.

Meanwhile, his tongue speared deeper and deeper into her foulds as his gullet sought to draw her back deeper into him, until she's right at the base, with the thick wormy thing inside of her. He can tell she's getting closer and closer until suddenly his eyes widen with an almost painful pressure against his tongue, which jerks backwards, tetching it out before allwoing ti to slide on back. Her sweet juices flow across the pumpy floor, and then Gyro takes a mighty gulp. Finally her butt sinks in past the point of no return, causing her tail to curl back on itself. Even outside the range of his tongue, his taut throat forms to the curvs of her body and rolls acorss the outsides of her nethers.

14:46 Gyro Feather had yet to send the gryphon down beyond that first sack at he base of his chest, and, as she moves legs around, curled up against each other, she should see the shuffling beneath his pink feathers, right before the meet the blue of his fur at the transition. IN there they stayed, squelching his warm drool against each other as they move and shift about int he ever more cramped sack. As her rump presses on into his neck and down towards his crop, the beak scrapes across her furred belly, subsuming the tips of gabby's feathers and catchign on them some as they travel the wrong direction. He can feel the quills shift and some of them snap in half inside his jaws, though nothing that ought to be painful to his prey.

Her head is now suspended over his shaft now, and as she looks down, she could see his throbbing member pulsing eagerly in her grip, beading a hot drizzle out th etip, while his knot twitches with excitement. It only takes a little more stimulation then to push the catbird over the edge. There's a muffled cry from his gullet and a hot torrent of seed shoots up in powerful gouts, peppering the grey fur of his meal in a white steamy drizzle that sticks to her feathers. HE's quite worked up it seems, and wave after wave of cum shoots up onto her face. All around her, his body tenses, speeding up his swallowing and causing her to drift ever towards his beakHis tongue can taste her chest feathers now, it certainly wont be long.

15:03 Giddy Gabby Griffon flinched as the first splurt of griff nut caught her off guard. She'd been looking elsewhere and only saw the rush of motion in her peripheral. Juuuuust enough warning for her neck to scrunch between her head and chest and floof out all the feathers around it. The coating that followed was taken well enough, though. Her neck craned back out and pushed her face into the ropes of salty spunk. Her jaws parted to catch a little in her own mouth while either of her hands continued to work the shaft over and aim it appropriately, but soon enough her beak clacked shut. No need to be greedy like SOME BURBS! Her feathers were caked in layer after layer as those pint up nuts pumped their load all over Gabby's face. When it finally tapered off she gave one final squeeze and wrung her hands up and off Gyro's dick, scraping as much of the white sludge as she could as she did so. Blind and slathered, she proceeded to smear the coating back over her brow, across her scalp, and back toward her neck below. Her hands returned to her face shortly, though, and took to rubbing it into her cheeks or the underside of her neck just in time for Gyro's beak to start working its way up over her shoulder and force those arms up and out, dangling worthlessly past Gabby's face. She couldn't open her eyes thanks to the load plastered across her dribbling face, so she just had to sit there and feel out the heavy swallows around her or the cool waft of air passing over her face and fingers. "Heh... Gravy." An apt name for it.

15:13 Gyro Feather flinches as she pulls her claws up and over his shaft, now super sensitive from having just finished up its job, before then feeling it sitting there in the air, bathed in the cool air and left chilly as the liquid slowly evaporates off of it. The shaft itself remains plump and fully erect, tied with nothing, but trying ever so hard anyways. Lazily he swallows along, pulling more and more of his treat into his jaws as she enjoys herself, smearing his hot spunk all over her feathres. This certainly made up well enough fro him not getting to go at her otherwise.As her shoulders slide between his jaws, he tilts his head upwards, allowing the bright light of the sun to shine on her face, even illuminating her eyes behind her eyelids. A couple more swallows now and he can taste teh salty musk of his own fluids decorating her feathers and insulating her from the saliva that would otherwise replace it. His beak drags up through the feathers on her chin and across the back of her head. Now it was close neough that she could smell the dank slighlty meaty breath of the catbird warfting up all around her, just the first sign of what she'll experience.

15:35 Gyro Feather could feel her nearing the end of her entry now, as her head slowly slid between his jaws, allowing his beak to start to return back to its original positiong while his thoat narrows with the diminishing shape of her figure. At her comment, he snorts and then sticks his tongue between her beak in a kiss, silencing any protest and allowing her to taste the cum tainted saliva that filled the bird's mouth. He dances it with hers, rolling it all around the other slippery muscle for a couple long moemtns, before there's a sudden shove, and her head is forced into the darkness at the back of his throat. Gyro Darts his jaws forward several more times, finishing up her claws. Its at that point that he notices she never finished her mug of coffee...and she swallows the lidded vessel down to join her in that tight sack. Letting out a long sigh, his claws rub across her large lump in his crop, with a grin on his face. "Ahh...you feel sooo nice in there...though I dont think I can resist sending you on for long....after all, I'll need to make room for a pony." He says with a smirk. Down inside, the smell of his breath was many times more strong, and hismuscles clenched and strained across her figure in the small organ.

15:35 < Gyro Feather> [sub]speaking of ponies, anyone wanna be bird food? :P[/sub]

15:48 Giddy Gabby Griffon had completely forgotten about her coffee. It was probably cold by now, anyway. As for the smell, largely overshadowed when Gabby snorted and sucked in some... Giff jizz... "NNGH!!" That stung!... A moment of wriggling and she adjusted, though. It was fine... In the confusion she'd completely missed having her arms sucked down and swallowed. One moment she was squirming in discomfort, the next she was... Curled up somewhere nice and tight... "Mmph mmmn." Gabby tried to uncurl a little; flexing her back and mashing hands and paws out to grope at the inside of Gyro's crop. Then she slumped and let the walls squeeze her back into a tight little burb nugget. She didn't care if Gyro ate ponies. That was fine! Hell, Gabby ate ponies too. [sub]Long as you're nice about it.[/sub] Or if it's Scootaloo. Scoot needs to be teased because she doesn't know how much she enjoys it. [sub]Not the time or place, though.[/sub] Point is, all Gyro gets for his comment is a peaceful serious of coos rumbling up and out to vibrate his flesh around Gabby.

15:58 Gyro Feather frowns when he gets not a single real reaction out of the gryphon inside his belly with that remark and shrugs his shoulders. Oh well..he was starting to get a crick in his back from leaning up against that table, and he allows himself to slump forward, with all of his weight coming down on his crop with a heavy landing, putting a fair bit of pressure down on the gryphon inside of him. She could feel the wonderful sensations of the gryphon writhing around inside his powerful crop, sending a shiver through his body. Then...suddenly he starts to relax the back of hte sack, allowing the part where her butt is to gap open wide, while the front squeezes, easing her down through into the second throat beyond. "Ah well...glad you like it in there, its a fitting place for a pigeon such as yourself. You'll look far better as padding upon my belly than you did anytime before~" He teases at her, and squishes with his talons, helpping to work his treat down towards his churning stomach.

16:10 Giddy Gabby Griffon was jostled around a bit as Gyro realigned himself into a more comfortable posture. The soft flesh was pretty forgiving, though, and Gabby didn't mind the bounce she experienced within that crop... Then the backend gave out and her body began to uncurl. Her ass and haunches streeeeeeetched down toward the griff's stomach while her upper half lingered in that crop. Another fun slide! She squealed as the sensation of undulating muscle passed across her rear and middle on its way up toward her head which, soon enough, was passed along into that throat and was quickly transported to its new home. Small blessings are small, but the thick smell of cum in her nose was certainly appreciated over the bitter stench that she'd otherwise have to put up with. Seriously. Does no one use mints? They're tasty and prey sluts would appreciate it! Oh well... The one thing she DID take offense to however... Was that comment about looking better as padding. "MNY!!" She kicked, mashing a foot straight down into Gyro's gut and bulging out the underside of his belly. Little more force and she might've actually hit his stiff dick! [sub]Gabby was a precious flower... She looks amazing.[/sub]

16:23 Gyro Feather coos softly, rumbling in her ears as he feels the lump in his crop slowly shifting down towards his belly to join the coffee within which is already bubbling and pooling with anticipation of the treat that was soon to grace its presence. He snorts from the sudden kick, which does little to hurt him, but does manage to press her hinds all the way down into his stomach wither the sour bitter juices already start to tingle against them. He can feel his body staring to lean forward now as she sifts inside, and in short order the bird's crop is empty, but his stomach is full to the brim of delectable meat. Even the cup of coffee follows her into the belly, and is squished into her chest by the squeezing rolling of his muscles. As some of the bird's stomach juices gets up into her beak, it starts to melt away at the cum that had been protecting her from teh scents. Instead the bitter acidic odor of vomit starts to become all the more apparent to his charge. "I hope you enjoy melting away in there, I know I will~"

16:35 Giddy Gabby Griffon felt the last rippling squeeze of muscle pass over her face and then she was in the thick of it; wriggling about as the stiff coffee cup was mashed against her side... A shame she hadn't thought ahead and brought something fun along with her to enjoy as she squirmed and gurgled. There would have been so much potential!... Gabby perks, mashing her head up against the roof of Gyro's stomach. Wait... Her talons grab up the coffee cup and give it a squeeze. It wasn't one of those cheap ones you get from the store. It was ceramic. With grin she popped the lid that'd been obtained separately and dumped the contents. Eh, who cares. She was already soaking in coffee. More importantly, though, she could push this cup between her legs, mash it between her slowly digesting cunt and the stomach wall, and push down against it until she felt the folds of her drool slick cunt engulf it. She shuddered as it not only penetrated her but maaaaybe slid a little deeper than she'd intended. The notion of bouncing on it went right out the window as it lodged itself inside and settled against her cervix, but... It was good enough. Something fat and solid to squeeze around while she twisted about and writhed in the building sensation of acids prickling at her flesh. The various bulges along Gyro's gut would press outward as she did so. Hand and foot prints grabbing and groping while a rather distinct cameltoe was rolled up and down beneath his navel by the pudgeon's lewd gyrations. Muffled as they may be, her squeals and squawks oozed through the flesh while the various juices squeltched around her as every little shift of her form forced them to squirt between either her own flesh or that of the stomach wall wrapped tightly around her... Weird that Gyro ate a coffee cup... Not going to complain.

16:51 Gyro Feather lets out a soft yawn as he enjoys his postion on top of the cat bird...though as her motions pick up, he's caused to slide off onto his side, letting his belly hang out beside him where his meal lay. his talons slowly roll over the churning, writhing creature within him and sending satisfied sensations through his body. His eyes close for the moment as he just layes there. As lazy as her pred was, the stomach was all to eager to get to work on processing his belly contents into the soup she was destined to be. Muscles clench hard around her, jostling her figure and mixing her with the slop in the belly at a slow rolling pace. It does not take very long at all for the goop to be spread entirely over her body, soaking deep into her feathers to tingle at the flesh beneath them. Of course, the coffee cup itself is lubed up in Gyro's stomach acids, and pressing it up inside of her introduces a warm tingling to her sensitive walls as they rest against her cervex. Liquid flows up her gaping lips to flood her nethers, while her tailhole also becomes a target, beign one of the softer spots on her body.

17:08 Giddy Gabby Griffon had put herself in the most delightful of precarious positions... What followed was an orgasmic feedback loop between pleasure and the burning sensation of acids. Figging is a fetish where upon caustic or otherwise stinging fluids are introduced to the anus or other genital regions... What was currently transpiring would technically be considered figging. Gabby, no stranger to this since she's a kinky pigeon, fell upon her tried and true method to overcome the stinging sensation... Pleasuring herself. A distraction that'd keep her from focusing on the unpleasant sensations! So, writhing about and grinding her cunt across that stomach wall her hands soon fond their way between her thighs and obscured any view of that cameltoe outside. Her knuckles took the place of that pussy's bulge and Gabby went mad. She absolutely violated herself. Clit being ground between one palm while her pussy was stretched and ruthlessly pumped by her talons. The cup was eventually gotten hold of as she worked and the handle made a good point to grab hold of. It too joined the blind fuck frenzy and was hammered in and out, only exasperating things in the process. The stinging peaked and her efforts doubled again, and again, and again. Orgasms came and went like raindrops in a storm and, inevitably, things broke down as the feedback loop grew too intense to sustain. Gabby was burning from head to toe by that point. Not because she was being digested, which certainly contributed to it, but because in her frenzied state to pleasure herself she'd thrashed herself to exhaustion. She hadn't stopped because she'd passed out or was gurgling too much to continued. Her muscles had just turned to jelly and slowed to the point that she couldn't even drudge forth the effort to pull the cup from her pussy... Gaped, dumbstruck, and growing soft n' squishy as her body was saturated with gastric and lactic acids; all Gabby could do was lay there with the occasional weak kick while her inflamed cunt lipped weakly around the better part of her fist...

17:09 < Giddy Gabby Griffon> beneath one palm*

17:25 Gyro Feather seems to have drifted off to sleep somehow amidst the torrent of motion from the gryphon trapped in his belly. Even still, his stomach continues to resist her struggles, making her have to expend twice as much energy as normal to move inside the tight chamber as she pushes on the elastic walls, forming shifting bulges against them. As she moved, she helped to stimulate the production of acids and enzymes which are all to excited to sink into her body, weakening the attachment of her feathers and fur to her body, which are then subsequently pulled off as the muscles squeeze against her body and racke across her form. Much of the air is used up by the time her energy is expended, and the pool is deepening all around her. Her skin has tunred awful shades of red and started to give way underneath the constant assaults of the acids, numbing the pain as her nerves are melted off. The liquid around her was thick with her body slowly liquifying, stealing her energy. She liekly didnt have long left.

17:35 Giddy Gabby Griffon was utterly insensate before long. Figuratively a quivering blob of burb melting away soon to take a far more literal tone. Gyro's gut, however, continued to show the outline of the underlying griffon as she came to a near standstill barely able to do more than put up the occasional wriggle. The plump swells and rolls of pudgeon grew soft and squishy and Gyro's stomach sank inward more tightly as flesh was rendered little more than thick chyme. What pooled around her would gravitate toward the bottom of the stomach and muddle the impression on that belly... What lay above, however, grew increasingly more detailed as the tension below drew that flesh firmly across Gabby's body. With the pudge portion of the pudgeon growing increasingly slimy and sloshy, what remained was a strikingly bony visage curled into the bend of the stomach around it. With less and less to hold things in position, the loose figure would collapse upon itself and Gabby's jaw would fall slack, giving the grave visage an almost whorish look.

17:44 Gyro Feather sleeps all through the next day or so as his body steals all his energy on turning the large lump of meat into something far more useful and adorable as it slowly grows softer towards the bottom of hi sgut. That mess slowly filters out of his belly, drawing all the nutrientes away and leaving a clump of bones, fur, and feathers, along with a coffee cup in his gut. THere the stomach contracts hard around the remaining mass, resulting in a steady series of cracks from his stomach as bones break and become far more reasonabel as they're compacted together.

The rest of her sludge works through his intestines, some getting absorbed and other bits getting moved further along. A new layer of pudge forms on hi sbody by the time the bird wakes far later, though there's still a bulbous mass in his abdomin, and a round lump in his crop. Gyro stretches and feels the need, dashing off behind some bushes.

17:49 Giddy Gabby Griffon has, by the time Gyro awakens, long since reformed given the sheer length of time he spent asleep. She went shopping for a new coffee cup... She liked the one with butterflies on it that she had, but... Well... It'd be a bit nasty to drink from it now, wouldn't it? Welp, she'd return with her new coffee cup before Gyro'd awakened and sat down to sip happily... The cup had a beige canvas print with the phrase "Chocolate makes it all better!" printed with flourish on the capital C. Beneath the print sat a small bowel of assorted chocolates. It was a pleasant little teacup. "Good morning, Sunshine." Gabby offered as Gyro rushed off suddenly.

17:55 < Gyro Feather> (that was fun~

17:58 < Giddy Gabby Griffon> (Useful time killer while I'm sick and bed ridden IRL.)

18:05 < Playful Pinkie Pie> [eicon]pinkiesquint[/eicon]

18:35 Gyro Feather has no pinkie promise to break, quit looking pinkie!

18:35 Irresistable Trixie appears

18:54 Fleshlight Spunkhole welcomes Trixie.

18:55 < Irresistable Trixie> Sup slut

18:55 < Fleshlight Spunkhole> [eicon]dickbutt[/eicon]

18:57 < Irresistable Trixie> Alright then

19:00 Fleshlight Spunkhole sticks out her tongue with a blep.

19:00 < Hazelnut Brew> ...I think that means she wants your dick on her butt

19:00 < Fleshlight Spunkhole> It means I'm a shameless memer...

19:37 < Mad Mae> [eicon]maelurk[/eicon]

17:52 Gyro Feather closes his eyes and begins to cough, once successfully idden from view, helping to work the mass in his chest up and out. It slowly bulges out his neck feathers, and the a lump of grey and white starts to crest from his beak. More and more flows free from it, scraping the mushed up feathers, tinged with bile, across his tongue. Finally enough of it is free that it falls with a splat onto the ground before him, smashing grass and dribbling little bits of drool off in a puddle. On the top of the pellet sits gabbies skull, with her beak spread open wide as if begging for him. Various other bones are encompassed in teh grey feathers and furthat had once coated her body.

Then, feeling the other need, the gryphon turns back around and hikes his tail. That pucker relaxes open and a smooth brown log starts to extrude forth from his behind, getting halfway down towards the pellet, before then snapping and splatting between teh begging beak of his pellet. "I always knew you were kinky~ But this is a good use for you~" He coos out between grunts, taunting the remains as if they were still conscious. More and more of the thick logs fall free, staringin to stain the feathers of the ball, and coat them entirely in bird dung. Eventually the gryphon is done with his mess and lets out a soft sigh. Just one last thing to do. HIking his hind he lets out a heavy yellow stream of piss, leaving a puddle around her mess.

Finally done, the gryphon closes his eyes and shakes himself, takes one breath of the pungent odor hanging around and makes a face. Time to leave he thinks.