The Warmest belly

2 February 2019

02:39 < Scraps Draconequus> It's a bird.

02:40 < Gyro Feather> Hey scraps

02:41 < Scraps Draconequus> How you doing?

02:46 Scraps Draconequus flops on the birdie, pinning him to the floor.

02:47 < Gyro Feather> doing pretty well, just being lazy this evening

02:48 Gyro Feather oofs beneath the strange creature, wiggling beneath his weight.

02:49 Scraps Draconequus gave his tail a swish back and forth, having caught the dorky little gryphon. "Lazy huh, don't I know that feeling."

02:50 Gyro Feather could feel that long warm object sliding agaisnt his hips as he wiggles benaeht the larger beast. "Uhh huh...sure...you're laying on me quite lazily."

02:51 Scraps Draconequus nodded, and drummed his fingers loudly against the bird's chest. "Exactly! It's called a lazy hunt. I just pin the prey down, and wait for them to feed themselves to me~ Easy."

02:53 Gyro Feather snorts at that and then starts to wiggle out from beneath the larger creature, making very little progress as he goes about it. "Feed myself to you? You must be nuts I think.You'll be waiting here a long time."

02:54 Scraps Draconequus purred out softly, and warmth seemed to cascade over the gryphon. But when he spoke, there was even more warmth, as if... "Well, I'll just keep waiting. It's supposed to be very cold for a while, so unless you can find someplace really warm, you'll be stuck out."

02:56 Gyro Feather protests. It wasnt supposed to be that cold was it? And yet...now that Scraps has metnioned it, an icy chill starts to come out over his body, save for where the creature layed on him, or where his hot meaty breath came in spurts. "I've got a spot of my own to get to..." He responds, wigglign a little harder, and finding basically no progress being made.

02:57 Scraps Draconequus continued to drum softly, and raised himself just a little, before pressing back down, keeping the bird pinned. "Oh, and where do you need to be? I'm sure you can take a while off, since there is so much fun between you and me to still be had."

03:04 Gyro Feather frowns at the creature and tries to push himself out a little farther, though its not to much use. "I need to be at a dinner date with a friend. Now...if you'd please stop imeding me..." He responds, wincing at each of the heavy drumbeats. Hot breath chases away the chill each time Scraps speaks, thought eh gryphon doesnt find that to be much comfort.

03:06 Scraps Draconequus perked up just a little, and smiled from ear to ear. For a moment, he seemed rather excited. "Oh, a dinner date huh! In that case, you should invite him to join you. I for one like my dinner to be dating." He teased, and relaxed up a little. His tail swatted and swayed about, his breath rushing over the gryphon's face as he leaned in closer. "Trust me, you're starting to look a little cold~ And I like my food nice and hot."

03:10 Gyro Feather clenches and grinds his beak together as Scraps begins to talk once more, merely shaking his head. "No...I'm supposed to go there to him. Not just let me up dammit," he protests. At this point, teh draconquus's foul breath is staring to become familiar, eve if an unwanted experience, though as his head creeps closer now, he can see up into the cavernous mouth before him. The gryphon gulps and folds his crest back. "W-well....then perhpas you ought ot take me hom...

03:12 Scraps Draconequus let his tongue roll out, and a drop of saliva splattered onto Gyro's beak. The scent alone was like a chaotic mess of other scents, all drifting through the air and mixing together. "I can take you home, of course~ But it's tricky. Probably the only way you'd be able to join me, is in my belly. His breath rolled out again, buffeting the bird, until the draconequus had his nose pressing against the bird's beak. "So... How about we just speed this up a bit~ I've only got so much time to be lazy. I'm on a tight schedule."

03:17 Gyro Feather tries to avoid that tongue as it unfurls on him, but it finds his feathers anyways, drawing up the delectable fruity flavors of the oils he worked into his coat, as well a complimenting saltyness of sweat from the fear being instilled in him. "Then...you cna just let me go right...get up and wander off to lazy on someone else's figure. " he protests, finding himself staring right up into Scraps's eyes. "I'm not going to be your food, whatever you wish."

03:19 Scraps Draconequus swished and swayed his tail, teeth snapping softly as he leaned back. His wings twitching, and fluttering softly at the air as he adjusted his weight, just enough to let the bird squirm a bit more. "Oh come on... You'd be really tasty, and you'd be warm. Can't you feel how cold it is?" He said, and the chill came back in full force. "I for one know the only way to fight the cold, is with a warm meal. And I can't have you freeze before then, can I?"

03:22 Gyro Feather shivers once mroe as the biting wind whips over him, no longer protected by the air of his impending predator. Oh gods it was cold, sucking the air right out of his lungs as he gasps. He clacks his beak a couple times and then nods his head. "W-well...then why dont you climb inside of me and warm me up from the inside, like a good warm meal?"

03:24 Scraps Draconequus blinked, his ears perking up and he almost laughed. "That's absurd!" Then he paused, and poked the bird on the beak. "Like I'd go through all the trouble of pinning you down, and then letting you eat me? That's just silly. I'd be a laughing stock."

03:28 Gyro Feather forces himself to chuckle at Scraps as he puts up a protest to that suggestion. "Absurd is exactly what you strange creatures are supposed to be all about. What a twist it would be for the predator to feed themselves to the prey would it not? Its the ultimate level of irony you could achieve," he reasons, crossing a talon that it'll work.

03:29 Scraps Draconequus stuck his tongue out, slightly in defiance at the idea of irony. "Yeah, but irony's only funny when it's dramatic. And this is lazy predation, so that's like... Too many layers of irony to be funny and absurd." He argued. "Besides, I've got the warmer belly, right?"

03:31 Gyro Feather frowns at that suggestiong, still laying there as the chill increasingly creeps on over his form, eavling him shivering beneath Scrap's paws. "How can you even say that, without trying both of them? I've got plenty of feathers to keem me warm," he responds, beak chattering some as he speaks.

03:32 < Gyro Feather> [sub]I'm going to bed in half an hour btw[/sub]

03:32 Scraps Draconequus grumbled softly, head in his hands. It was a good argument, and he couldn't really argue otherwise. "Drat... That is a good argument..." He huffed, leaning in closer and pressing his nose to that bird beak. "You're really persuasive... Bleh. Stop being so persuasive."

03:32 < Scraps Draconequus> (Gotcha.)

03:34 Gyro Feather opens his beak wide as the prospective meal approaches his own mouth, allowing him to see the pulsing flesh beyond it, and the drizzling saliva that links the top and bottom of hi sbeak together. "Ahhhh~" He coos, waiting for the creature to push his way inside.

03:36 Scraps Draconequus grumbled softly, almost like a whine as he leaned in. His nose pressing past the gryphon's beak, feeling a slick saliva that dripped down around it. His whining only grew louder, as he pushed in deeper, suddenly feeling the throat wrap around his snout, squeezing and pulsing softly around it. A soft squeeze, as it waiting for him to push in even more. [sub]"Bleh, cheater."[/sub]

03:38 Gyro Feather rumbles in delight as he manages to get the creature to instead push his way inside of his jaws, how much an unexpected delight. The tongue runs over his fur, drawing off the odd and eratic combinations of flavors that adorn his body. As the head presses down into his gullet, the gryphon takes a mighty swallow, helping to work scraps down into his crop at the base of his chest. Now freed, talons grasp upon his form, insisting on pushing him deeper yet as the walls of his throat roll over him in demanding waves, working hot drool into his coat.

03:41 Scraps Draconequus let out a long whimper as that sudden gulp pulled his head deeper inside. That slick saliva working into his fur, drenching it and releasing more of his flavors. His fur bristled, before it was patted down by that searching tongue, matting it down into clumps as he his warmth was being sucked out of him. Warming the bird's crop as he was pushing pushing and pulled from all sides. Those pulsating insides wrapped around him, warming him, and him warming the bird in return.

03:44 Gyro Feather works his way over the shoulders of his meal, and starts to feel him curl up a little in the crop. Though, before he gets too full, the tube beyond begins to open up as well, admitting his head and more into the greedy gurgling belly. The gryphon is quickly slurping up the long noodle whos decided not to protest the action quickly now, determined not to give him a chance to change his mind. Beak scrapes against belly as he curls up in both of the slippery chambers, with both of them reasonably free of any liquids for now, save for a rimming of secretions along the wall.

03:46 Scraps Draconequus wasn't exactly fond of the gryphon's belly. Particularly as he was pushed through the various chambers, and pressing out against the slippery insides. His arms and torso being pushed in, with his wings fluttering in front of the bird's eyes. Those taking a little more effort to push down into the throat, His tail swished and swayed about, all while he started to realize just how sticky the bird's insides were. "You ever think of cleaning up in here? It really reeks."

03:49 Gyro Feather snorts at his meal's quiestion, but cant answer at first. He manages to clear his beak finally as the tail is pressed down inside, leaving his treat distribguted between his crop and stomach, with the majority being in the latter. Heat did indeed radiate around the draconiquis, as did the tingling itching sensation of the bird's stomach juices as they start to go to work on his massive meal. "I"m pretty sure it cleans up on its own...food is reduced to mush and indigestibles coughed up...while others spurt out my butt,~" He coos at the now trapped prey.

03:52 Scraps Draconequus grumbled out softly at the sudden itching, and wriggled about in the bird's insides. Making them bounce and wobble as he scratched at his fur. Missing the bird's comment as he had to scratch his ear. His fur already falling out in small clumps, and he squirmed about in the slowly rising acids. His naked body curled up the best he could in the bird's gut, which dragged across the floor. "Yeah yeah, it's not that warm in here. Just a little. Kinda like a sauna. My gut is like... Way hotter. Now let me out."

03:55 Gyro Feather rols over to his side, unable to walk with the large lump of his gut, but fortunately enough warm is generated by his meal to keep him feeling nice and decent. Ignoring Scraps's protest, he lets out a heavy belch of air, depriving the creature of that much needed oxygen, and then starts to rub his claws into his gut. More and more acids are leaking into that chamber, taking up the space that was once air and making it singe at his form. All the while the bird starts to snore softly, ina rumble that even his meal can hear what's going on.

03:56 < Gyro Feather> (I gotta go to bed, feel free to write another post. If your'e still around when I wake up, I may write a propper closer of course.

03:56 < Scraps Draconequus> (Might go to bed too. Unless you'd like to just call it over and dump him somewhere.)

03:56 < Gyro Feather> (thats what I was gonna very likely do in the morning :P

03:59 Scraps Draconequus squirmed about, as the bird's insides rumbled loudly around him. He kicked and squirmed as the sounds of the bird's stomach growled out around him. His drenched fur now drenched in acids, soaking in it before the last clumps had fallen out. Slowly, what was in the crop was being pushed into the belly, as whatever was in the stomach was starting to vanish. Falling apart as distinct pawprints pressed out, making the snoring bird's gut wobble about. [sub]Gllrk[/sub][sup]Gurgle[/sup] The groan continued on for a while, as the air deprived draconequus pushed around, more frantic than before. All while a chorus of noises drowned out his protests. [sub]Gllrk[/sub][sup]Gurgle[/sup][sub]Gllrk[/sub][sup]Gurgle[/sup][sub]Gllrk[/sub][sup]Gurgle[/sup] Scraps Draconequus squirmed and kicked about, making that belly bounce about, and by now the gryphon had probably missed his dinner date. Not that he was missing his dinner, just the date.

04:03 < Scraps Draconequus> (You can probably just send me a PM. That works.)

13:33 < Scraps Draconequus> Glllrk!

13:55 Gyro Feather sleeps a good long while as hsi stomach goes to work slowly melting the gullible draconiquus away into a deep pinkish red soup. As more of the front have sissolves, the back half i sslowlly pushed forward into his stomach until eventaully all its meat has been rendered into a thick stew, which empties down towards his intestines. After his meal is mostly washed away, that just leaves the bones and fur behind, which crack and crunch in his belly, compressing together into a grisly mass.

When the gryphon finally wakes up, many hours later, he yawns and stretches, finding that his treat hs kept him warm throughout the nights chill. Now though, he can feel a pair of pressures inside his body that makes him groan. "I guess...you'll be wanting out now that its no longer so cold too...huh?" the gryphon comments to himself. With that, he decides that hear is blenty enough, and lifts his tail. Letting his sphincter start to expand, he feels a thick brown log extruding from beneath him, stretchign his tailhole wide and stretching towards the ground. It finally breaks and hits with a loud splat, followed by anothe one as thick lumpy logs fall into a disgusting little mound, adding a wretched smell to teh air. It takes him a cuple minutes to be free of th emass, which ends up being about as tall himself when he's done, having wated most of his treat. All the while as he went, he lets out a steady musky stream of piss which blastes on to the path, forming a dark pungent puddle of yellow.

All that's left now is the pellet, and for that, the gryphon turns to regard his mess and begins to gag. The thick lump slowly creeps up his gullet with each cough, until finally he ywns out wide.Pink, brown, blue and tan feathers make up the bulk of th epellet, which surrounds a myriad of bones. Little bits of leg or horn can be seen hear or there. THe most promient feature, of course, is the skull stickyg half free in a smile. "Heh, now you're free to be lazy forever, and you made me miss my date..."

With everything out of the way, he turns to stroll off, feeling his new weight on his belly and rump swinging too and frow with each step.