Stealing a Nerd's Book

20 January 2019

14:03 Ping Wing walks into the place, a book in claw

14:13 Gyro Feather walks up behind them and tries to read their book title from over their shoulder.

14:15 Ping Wing 's book was some sort of arcane in composition and content. The title itself, however, read "Snowbook"

14:20 Gyro Feather steps up behind pilot and snatches the book from his claws and flips it open to a random page. "Whatcha reading here, punk?"

14:22 Ping Wing gives a start as the book is yanked from his claws. Looking up, he frowns, looking somewhat proturbed
"H-Hey! Rude!"
Without necessarily answering the question, he goes to try and grab it back, looking a bit annoyed

14:31 Gyro Feather chudkles as the hippogryph tries to grab it from him and darts off into the air, carrying it with his claws. "Not until you tell me what it is, dweeb. Looks like gibberish to me."

14:35 Ping Wing grumbles a bit as he takes off
"... [sub]Bullies...[/sub]"
Taking a deep breath, he looks up, somewhat redder in the face
"[sub]It's my spellbook... Just... give it back...[/sub]"

14:38 Gyro Feather raises an eyebrow at the creature and then picks a random page. He tears it out, crumples it up...and then swallows it down. "Is it? I must say, I feel more magical already~" He coos before tearing out another page and giving it the same treatment.

14:40 Ping Wing gasps a bit, feeling a bit of a weight on his chest, his feeling clearly getting hurt
"H-HEY! Stop that! Cut it out!"
He flaps his wings a bit out of anger, rising a bit, though not much. One of his claws curles into a small fist upon the ground, a small bit of a hazel aura around it.
"Give it back!"

14:48 Gyro Feather ignores the goings on of the hippogrph below him as he lands and then finally stretches his jaws out wide, holding the book above them. He poeses for a moment, before letting the object fall and squelch into his beak. This was kind of a bad idea as the hard square obejct seems to get caught in his throat as he attempts to swallow it, leaving him coughing and gaging. He's distracted for about a minute as it slowly sinks down into his crop, which has a very odd flat bulge in it now.

14:53 Ping Wing would actually let out a bit of a cry, a claw coming to his beak as he watched, unable to really stop him before it went down... down... down...
The small bit of aura on his claws would dissipate a bit, his ears falling as he thumps back onto his butt.
"[sub]That... that took me... months...[/sub]" he says, rather defeated.

Gyro, on the other hoof, having consumed the book, would, after a few moments, start to... grow...? Larger and larger... a same hazel aura around his body, and making Ping Wing look up, rather horrified at the sight of his getting larger.
"[sub]W-What...? What did you do...?![/sub]"

15:04 Gyro Feather suddenly feels himself start to grow heavier and heavier as a weird glow surrounds his body. Momentarily stunned, he then crashes to the ground before ping wing with a rumble in the earth. The impact causes his legs to collapse and he lands ultimately on his chest, with his beak merely inches from the hippogryph. The bird has reached nearly three times his previous size, and as Ping comes into focus he raises an eyebrow. "How....did you get so small tehre all of a sudden?"

15:08 Ping Wing isnt quick enough to move out of the way of the leg coming down to pin Ping to the ground upon seeing the giant fall. With a squawk of pain and release of air, his eyes cross a bit before he tries to take a breath in, just enough to bring his eyes back to focus at the rather large eye looking at him
"*cough* [sub]Y-You p-probably activated a *cough* p-page...[/sub]" he manages to gasp out
"[sub]J-Just... get off m-me and I can help you *cough* reverse it.[/sub]"

15:09 < Hazelnut Brew> [sub]So 9'6 instead of 3'2 (1m)? neat[/sub]

15:12 < Gyro Feather> [s]Now I'm big enough to eat hazel![/s]

15:15 Gyro Feather wiggles his claw as he feels the hippogryph squirming beneath it, and then digs into the earth around him, scooping both Ping and a good glob of claw up into his hand. He rolls over onto his back and raises the hippogryph to his face. "Well...given that your spell fizzled when I swallowed it...doesnt that mean you need the beak?" He asks, his hot breath blasting over him and smelling of old fish. "I can help you with that~" He coos, darting his tongue out to drag it across hsi morsel. He's still not realized that its actually he who's the big one.

15:19 Ping Wing was very VERY quickly starting to not care for the state of his spellbook, and more the state of his safety as the powerful claw would lessen it's weight upon him before scooping him up
"H-Hey! Hey!"
He yelps a bit as he continues to tease, dragging that smelly tongue along his body
"Nng! N-No! I can d-do it without it! [sub]I t-think...[/sub]" he says, looking increasingly worried

15:23 Gyro Feather snorts at the creature and then shrugs his shoulders. "What do I care if you're bit or small though? But I suppose if you can do it without your spell book, then you better get to it~" His tongue snakes beyind the hippogryph, and with a quck jolt, he finds himself burried more than wast deep into that warm drooling beak, with his head pressed right over the precipice of that dark gullet.

15:25 Ping Wing yells in horror, forced to watch that tongue snake behind him before... splat!
"AAh!! Hey! Stop! STOP!!" he screams, his back legs kicking wildly in struggle
"Help! Someone!! Please!"

15:26 Gyro Feather swallows, hard, around the little treat he's got in hi sbeak, pulling him from his claws. One gulp and he's entirly sealed in the bird's mouth, allowing the beak to clack shut with a loud noise behind him. His head is in the slick tube that leads deeper yet, which contineus to massage and drag him ever deeper towards the pit of the bird.

15:29 Ping Wing 's kicks, having suddenly began to hit the top of a back, alluded to only one thing to the bird who was being squished down into a hungry gullet
"Nononono! Heeelp!" he screams, though... from the outside, it would come out muffled and barely audible.
His claws begin to push and writhe against whatever they could, though very restrained, as they were being squeezed by the throat, down deeper and deeper

15:32 Gyro Feather 's gullet flesh is incredibly slippery, making it impossible for ping to get a grip onto anything inside of there. Instead, he's rather quickly forced dwon into the gryphon's crop, wehre he does, indeed encounter his spell book, though without magic its too dark to read anything. That stop doesnt seem to last long though, as it then starts to contract around him, forcing him even further down into the bird's depths, where he'd encounter teh grugling caustic belly.

15:36 Ping Wing begins to screech, calling out far more ferally than before to at least get himself heard. First his spellbook... now this...
And with him being pushed right up into the belly-no less, he nearly vomits at the smell of such a caustic area.
"N-NO! PLEASE!!" he shouts, knowing EXACTLY where he was, and already feeling that telltale tingle of chemical on flesh

15:39 Gyro Feather could feel the weight settling down into his belly, and, as he rubs his claw over the lump hie makes, he lets out a little chuckle. "You should find that spellbook of yours! Then maybe you'll be able to revert yoruself to normal sized and be even more filling~" He cooos excitedly, while inside his belly churns around his meal, working those hot casutic fluids into his body. The smell of vomit and fish is all around him in the awful air, and it stings to even breath in.

15:40 Ping Wing begins to frantically search around in his gut
"[sub]F-Fuck fuck fuck... W-Where is it... w-where...?![/sub]"
And eventually, he would thump into it with his claw, a triumphant squawk coming from his beak before...
"[sub]Wait... N-[/sub]"

15:41 Ping Wing can feel the pages all aloof and ruined in the fluids, making a tear come to his eye, both from the acidic air, and the sudden loss of hope

15:44 Gyro Feather cares not for the feelings of his prey in his belly though. However, as his focuse turns from his meal over to teh side, he realizes just how big he is. "Oh...thats...well thats not quite what I thought happened...I do hope this wears off." he mutters to himself.. THen a loud belch rushes out of his beak, causing the stomach to constrict and forcing Ping into even more of the slop. Surely he was already losing feathers from teh bite.

15:46 Ping Wing was certainly losing more than just feathers. His own feathers, though slightly hydrophobic in nature, were not holding up well against the acids eating away at them, causing his skin to turn pink. The belch itself, releasing the air from his prison, made him begin to panic as the stale air around him began to make him get groggier... and groggier...

Oh, after a few minutes of frantic struggle, the poor little nerd would slowly succumb to unconsciousness in his bully's belly...

15:50 < Gyro Feather> [sub]Nah, he'll get eaten and then it'll all be right[/sub]

15:55 Gyro Feather ends up drifting off to sleep soon after as his belly goes into full force, leaving his stomach to slowly churn around his meal. As he sleeps, at some point, the spell does wear off, leaving his gut suddenly expanded, and yet at this point, plenty soft and bulbous with the chyme that his treat had been rendred in to. By the time he wakes up in the morning, he's got a little bit to deal with, and so wanders off.

16:01 Gyro Feather groans as he wanders over behind a bush, feeling his crop and abdomin heavy now that the spell has worn off entirely. Finding a spot, he begins to squat, and empty himself out. His pucker slowly curls open and thick brown slop begins to extrude from beneath his tail, landing with little splats in a pile. It slowly curls beneath him, starting out thick and lumpy, but slowly turning into something more like tooth paste by the time he's finally done emptying himself out. He kicks up some dirt over it, but its hardly enough to conceal anything.

THen the cat bird begins to wretch, brining up a big lump from his crop which makes its way towards his beak. Closing his eyes, he sputters a couple times as the black and yellow mess makes its way out of his beak. It crowns at the back of his throat, and then with a couple more convulsions, it falls, splatting down onto the ground. A little beaked skull grins up from th emess of black and yellow, with his snout speared on the cover of the empty book. Seems all the pages mlted out, but Ping would still forever be stuck with his beak in a book.

With a smirk, the gryphon wanders off, leaving the mess for nature to eventually claim.