Setting Up an Enterprise

20 December 2016

12:20 < Verlo> Fishy-looking tail would be easier to slurp I think, less of a hassle than corralling a stranded tail into staying nice and neat

12:20 < Verlo> What so you wanna get crunk'd?

12:20 < Verlo> Note that I'm pretty sure that's slang for being drunken fools, but I'm listening for corrections if this proves to not be the case

12:22 Lyjzet thwacks Verlo with his tail. "No pone is gonna slurp me down."

12:23 Lyjzet then pulls out a brown bottle from his gut, covered in thick slime and then waves it at verlo. "Here, I made it from cactus fruit, drink up."

12:26 < Verlo> Y'know, the last time I read any manuals about brewing it never mentioned anything along the lines of...what you just did there. Are you sure it's, y'know, safe for equine consumption?

12:28 < Verlo> What is even an tatzl if not a fleshy bag of tentacles?

12:28 < Stoic> ... a fleashy bag of tentacles that love snuggles?

12:29 < Lyjzet> We're nto a bag of tentacles! Though we do have a sack for them in our gullet. And of course its safe. I was just carrying it around in there.

12:29 < Sparkler> a miserable pile of secrets?

12:30 < Verlo> Erm...huh. Well if one were to drink, I doubt it would be the best thing to do in the current location

12:32 < Lyjzet> I suppose Verlo would prefer this venue? :P

12:34 < Verlo> I'm not entirely opposed to this idea, though I am a touch distracted in IRL obligations as a forewarning :p

12:35 < Verlo> Might not be...entirely satisfactory and whatnot

12:36 < Lyjzet> I am presently working as well :P

12:36 < Verlo> Drat, you decoded my hidden message perfectly

12:39 Verlo picks up a napkin, using it as a small buffer against the thick slime coating the offered bottle. The contents of the container sloshed lightly around as the stallion lifted it up from the puddle on the countertop left behind by the tatzl's interesting storage medium. Verlo takes a quick shiff of the bottle, the strong odor of a gut mostly covering up the scents of the brew. "Hey hey, alright. No one's gonna slurp ya u! I'm just kidding ya goof." The stallion quirks an eyebrow as he wipes the rip of the bottle clean, opting to pour himself a glass of the cactus-based drink before taking a swig of that. "Ah, *cough*, that's a bit on the strong side 'innit?"

12:44 Lyjzet laughs in amusement at Verlo's rather careful handling of his bottle, shaking his head while slime continues to drip down onto the table. Even as much as he tries, its clear a little bit of it splashes down into his glass. "Relax there, its not going to kill you. I've tasted my own stomach plenty of times, and I'm still here~" He teases. The tatzl then grabs the bottle up in one of his own tentacles and then tips a quick gulp down into his mouth. Setting the bottle back down he lets out a purr. "Maybe a tad strong, but I think one of my best brews yet. Its got a lovely bitter sweet fruity flavor to it, with that spicy burn of a cactus."

12:55 Verlo didn't notice the thick drops of slime falling into his drink, the jostling of the glass as its picked up diffusing the extra liquid perfectly into the fruity drink. Verlo stifled a small series of coughs, setting the glass down and away from the puddle of what was presumed to be Lyjzet's own stomach fluids. "Ack! That's easy for you to say, since you're the one who has to live with your stomach on a daily basis! That's a pretty good drink though, gotta say." Verlo eyes the rest of his drink suspiciously, comparing the complex flavors of the brew to the rather rough tatzl seated in front of him. Leaning over to one side, Verlo takes a quick glance at the tatzl's cutie mark and shrugs. Makes enough sense. Downing the rest of his sample, Verlo leans back in his chair and lets the lingering flavors of cactus and stomach melt away on his tongue. "Hm," he started, wiping his hoof on another napkin as the original had soaked through almost immediately. "So what's the occasion? You just carry around drinks and offer them up all the time?"

13:08 Lyjzet pours out another glass for the strange fanged stallion with slitted eyes and then sets a now rather empty bottle down on the counter. "Good good, I'm glad you like it, I've been perfecting that little brew for years. I've got somethign a little closer to what you ponies usually think of as beer here too." He says with a grin. And then, shifting a little closer to verlo, he brings a large blue hoof up to the stallion's face and drags it underneath his chin. "As far as why I brought this, and why you, I just figured I'd net me a little pony for some fun. Zuthal tells me yall can be a blast. I hope you rather dont mind that I drugged your drink~" He says with a giggle. And while he seemed rather genuine in his words, he was just teasing Verlo. THere was ccertainly no real drugging to be had in that. Lyjzet's big tail sways back and forth behind him and his own wings flutter gently against his side.

13:26 Verlo flinches from the blue hoof's hard tip slipping up under his chin, the tatzl's forwardness catching the halfbat off guard. HOnestly, he wasn't sure what to expect when he saw the funny-looking almost horse, but he opted to give him the benefit of a doubt and shrugged any hesitations he had off. That is, until Lyjzet scooted closer, deeply penetrating Verlo's personal space up to the point where the stallion could smell the objectively 'pleasant' natural scents of the tatzl. "D-drugged, huh?" Verlo replied, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he thought about every gurgle and breath, looking for anything that could be out of place. Moments passed before he broke out into a shaky smile, turning into a genuine fangy one as he seemingly ascertained that nothing was wrong. "Heh, ya got me you silly tatzl~" Verlo pushed his head down against Lyjzet's hoof, raising his own to smack playfully on the tatzl's shoulder. "Hmf,. can't say I'm much one for beers but if you keep talking you might catch a little pony anyway. At least, ah, for the night. Probably." While the drink may not have been drugged, Verlo was running on a bit of an empty stomach and the strength of the drink was already starting to make his head buzz. Feeling warm and fuzzy, Verlo leaned forward a

13:26 Verlo few inches until his horn was parting the funny tatzl's mane.

13:40 Lyjzet can smell the warm scent coming up off of verlo now as close as he was. The tatzl really had no concept of personal space, as that was hardly a thing back where he was. Hell friends ate each other just for fun, though they were later coughed back up safe and sound, if not a bit slimy. He sits there in silence, observing how the smaller creature reacted to the false news, noticing the heightened twitching and awareness. He flinches ever so slightly upon the thack on his large shoulders, feeling the momentary sting of pressure. "Alright, alright, its true, the only drug in there is the one provided so willingly by nature during the brewing. Though...if you dont want a beer, I've got some blancoberry brandy~" He coos and then pulls another bottle, this one looked white and clouded and as Lyjzet pops the cork the heavy scent of alcohol fills the air from the distilled spirit. "Go ahead, try some~" he coos, pushing the body temperature bottle to the pony's lips, smearing the warm slightly pungent slime upon Verlo's fur. Lyjzet snakes a tentacle out to feel over the stallion's horn, having never actually observed a unicorn so close before as it parts his mane. He feels over ever little ridge and the slightly rough surface that makes up the bone. "Well, I dont think that I would object to that~ Though...I heard that you might help me break into the market around here too. Someone had told me you were who I needed to see to hook me up with a retailer."

14:08 Verlo stifled his shock at the presentation of yet another bottle. The tatzl seemed to have pulled it from deep within himself with a practiced ease, the looks and motion practically flawless as the smooth bottle slipped free of the tatzl's mouth with a few hearty strands of slime stringing back into his depths. Verlo's heart pounded harder at the gesture, the exotic tendencies of the tatzl a start contrast to the average everyday horse. The warm bottle was uncorked, sending a concentrated plume of strong aromas wafting over to the halfbat's nose. Compared to the first attempt, this time Verlo had no objections after having a taste of the tatzl's exemplary wares. The slimy rim of the bottle meshed with Verlo's lips and added a tangy swing to the drink as it was poured into his maw. The stallion took hold of the bottle from Lyjzet, reminiscing on his not-that-much-younger days as a partyhorse. A few heavy gulps sent the drink sloshing down into his belly, warming it as much as it made his head pound. Pulling the drink away from himself, the lingering flavor hung on his breath as he leaned into the tatzl's forehead. He winced a few times as the tentacle roamed over his horn, but he was somewhat distant from the sensation as he processed the tatzl's words. "Hmm, I might be

14:08 Verlo able to help, and your...your wares are certainly something that the market would find a place for..." Verlo shivered as Lyjzet's tentacle tickled the tip of his horn. "Why don't we go over the finer details of your, uh, production to see how much volume you can supply?" Verlo mused for a moment. "Oh, and what's your name? It seems like you know mine, but I might have missed yours...?"

14:57 Lyjzet 's bottles, upon closer examination, could be found to have slightly different engravings around the stem, a series of dips and dots that were unique to each one, perhaps as a way of identifying one from the other. Who knew what else this funny little creature had stored down within him, almost like an internal saddle bag. The sweet and yet bitter furit that made up this drink was no doubt different from anything Verlo had tasted before, given that it was from a desert plnat native only to the canyons and crags of the rocky homeland from which Lyjzet originated. Light fruity scent bit back the acrid smell of the tatzl's insides as its fumes fill the air, making even the tentacled creature drool. He wraps a hoof around Verlo's neck to steady him as it seems the little pony was a little swaying on his feet now that hed had a couple good swigs of the potent liquid. Lyzjet nods in approval, staring right into verlo's eyes as he finds that the pony had infact beent eh one he'd been looking for. "My name is Lyjzet. As I said, Zuthal recommended you to me as someone knowlegable about this sort of thing." The tatzl thinks about it for a moment and then says, "Well, you look a little out of it. Would you like me to carry you to my hotel room where we can discuss matters more in depth?" He asks with a grin upon his face.

16:43 < -> DerpVulpes is now known as Rollback

16:44 Verlo dips his head a little farther than he needed to in order to convey comprehension. "Mm, Lyjzet huh? It's a pleasure to make your a-a-acquaintance." Verlo's voice was growing less and less composed as the evening wore on. The edges of his lips started tingling from the heavy coating of the tatzl's internal slime that had been wiped off from the bottle when he took his swigs. It was fortunate that they were in reasonably pleasant company, otherwise someone was likely to make the assumption that the halfbat had recently been muzzle deep in a mare by the way his face bore a suggestive, sticky sheen in a very specific place. "ol fatzl Zuthal huh? I wonder what else he's been up to lately....but eh, whatever. That's neither here nor there and I ought to give him a little 'thank you' for sending you my way. You've got quite the interesting variety of wares here, and I can't wait to hear all about it." Verlo hopped off the chair onto his hooves only to stumble forward and slump into the table. "Oh oh ho, I guess, heh, I might want to take up up on that -hic- offer."

17:01 Lyjzet nods his head. "Yep, that fatzl...I heard he's been gorging himself on whatever he can catch lately, out in the woods. He's starting to get a little hefty~" the litter tatzl teases. "I'll let him know though~ And I've got a bit of experience with several different plants, keeps things interesting back at the tribe, but I really wanted to come out here to meet up with one of my friends for a bit anyways, and he suggested this." Lyjzet laughs once his invitation is accepted, catching the swaying stallion in his hooves. "Alright, I'll get you a ride~" The tentacles snake out rather aggressively this time, wrapping up the stallion's head and the dragging it into the rapidly splitting maw. The sharp teeth that line the edges of his mouth grip gently on the pony's fur while he's guided down into the sticky pink throat before Verlo can even start to protest. Lyjzet thought nothing of it of course. This was just the natural tatzl way of doing things.

17:01 < Lyjzet> (What even is verlo's job? :P)

17:03 < Eventide> (Professional sluthorse)

17:04 < Verlo> (In the V-chats? He's a dock manager type who oversees the shipping routing in a 'major' (for horses) seaport. Not sure how that's gonna help get him into retail cales channels, but he's also not above working under the table)

17:04 < Verlo> (Eventide! Why do you have to keep talking about yourself?)

17:04 < Eventide> ( D:< )

17:05 Zuthal (puts Verlo to work under him)

17:17 Verlo flopped about in Lyjzet's hooves. "Hey man, I know we just met and all, but seriously thanks! I have some bits for a taxi in my-" Verlo's world upended itself, the split wide open maw of the tatzl presented to him in glorious first-person view. In his inebriated condition, Verlo tried blinking several times, wondering when the room turned into a rather lovely shade of pink speckled through with the occasional white-fanged trim. The tatzl was managing all of Verlo's movements now, flexible split maw clamping down hard on the stallion's face and pulling his snout to press into the tatzl's throat. "H-oof!" Verlo grunted as he was lifted upwards into the air and guided gently deeper into the slimy, slightly acrid throat. The muscles in Lyjzet's throat grabbed and snagged all over Verlo's form, the relative cool of outside air rapidly switched for a sticky warmth. The halfbat couldn't take much of a breath as he was squished down into the tatzl, but every breath stung his sensitive nose from the increasingly biting environment of Lyjzet.

17:19 < -> Sanft is now known as Shaddie

17:23 Lyjzet works his mouth around Verlo's shoulders with practiced ease as the large bulge the half bat made in his throat clearly shows the contours of the smaller pony. With half of his chest down his hot slippery gullet, the tatzl turns his head skyward. Each dart forward draws the stallion further in, spreading more of the hot though protective slime over his body. The tentacles rove over every surface, including those more intimate bits to make sure taht the pony was all ready for the journey. One coil even goes so far as to briefly push between his tail. It takes teh tatzl about a minute, but finally the jaws close down over Verlo's hooves and with one final gulp, he's propelled teh rest of the way into the stomach. Here he'd find himself joined with several more large bottles, a jingling bag of bits and a number of other items that bump into him in the otherwise soft enveloping flesh of teh stomach. The sour stench that had been on the bottles before is even more magnified now as it assaults the pony's nose while a healthy rimming of acids line the bottom of the chamber. On the outside, however, the only indication that Verlo was in there at all is a small bulge in Lyjzet's gut. "No need for a taxi, I'll take you there~" He coos, his voice resonating around the pony, drowning out the various gurgles and groans, as well as the steady thumping of the pony's heart.

17:28 < -> AK__ is now known as DerpVulpes

17:28 < Shaddie> (o-oh)

17:29 < Verlo> (Oh yes~)

17:30 < Lyjzet> (huh?)

17:30 < Verlo> (Is the plan for Verlo to actually make it to the hotel room or does his story end here? :p )

17:31 < Verlo> (Tatzls seem very dangerous)

17:32 < Verlo> (It's hard to tell with all the tildes implying deceit)

17:35 < Amplitude> (so many tildes)

17:35 < Zuthal> (Tatzls are totally safe! Unless they are hungry. Or you were mean to them earlier."

17:35 < V_Relay> <GyroTech> (I was gonna consider this Canon! He'll make it there

17:36 < Verlo> (Oki)

17:37 < Eventide> (Canon to what exactly)

17:37 < Eventide> (Why does there have to be a canon)

17:37 < V_Relay> <GyroTech> (the dead one!

17:37 < Eventide> (Why not leave it dead)

17:38 < V_Relay> <GyroTech> (there doesn't have to be. And because maybe it could be fun again, idk

17:39 < Eventide> UH HUH

17:43 < V_Relay> <GyroTech> (aren't you always complaining about how I only do one scene?

17:45 Verlo slipped through the last of the tatzl's sphincters guarding access to his stomach. Muzzle spearing a way through all the assorted stored contents of Lyjzet's stomach until the rest of the halfbat squelched through the tight valve to curl up into a ball of stallion inside the fleshy sack. Bottles and pouches competed for space, bumping all over Verlo's form as he rode it out, the air here incredibly discomforting to breathe. Also, his tailhole felt sore, but he must have missed exactly when something might have happened down there likely owing to the tipsy nature of the halfbat's cognizance. The smell alone was almost enough to make Verlo add his own liquid dinner to the tatzl's, the thick goop gunking up around whatever parts of him were submerged in the pool of acrid acids. HE didn't know what he looked like from the outside, and a few exploratory hoof prods into Lyjzet's stomach lining told him that there was no way to escape unless he was released. The heat too, was suffocatingly warm and he coughed a few times as he accidentally inhaled a string of stomach liquids, or his hoof lost its purchase against Lyjzet's walls causing him to momentarily roll under the slimy, slippery muck before resurfacing with a bottle bumping against his horn. Verlo was at a

17:45 Verlo loss here, unsure what to do now other than to ride it out for as long as he could. He quietly whimpered as he was sealed in darkness for who knows how long.

17:56 < Lyjzet> (am home now)

17:57 < Verlo> (Still at work, save some home for me!)

18:03 Lyjzet 's saliva seems to react with the liquids in the stomach, causing the bubble of air around the pony to grow and creating a nice set of fresh, though still smelly air for the pony to breathe inside, making it much more apparent that the small puddle of fluids was not oo much of an issue after the inital discomfort. Lyjzet was so used to he inside of stomachs taht he didnt even stop to consider the discomfort of a less acclimated pony. The hot saliva seems to cling to his body, providing a powerful buffer to keep him safe from anything inside. The tatzl giggles as he feels the hoof pressing against his stomach lining and brings his own hoof to pat bak against the bulges that are made. "I hope you're comfortable in there~ Its about a fifteen minute flight back to where I'm staying!" He calls out. The pony takes a couple first steps, sloshing the fluids in the stomach back and forth while the muscles inside squeeze gently, providing an ever moving surface that would make it hard to stand and keep oriented. Lyjzet feels the pony's center of gravity shift inside of him and took that into account as he bursts forward and flares his wings, taking to the sky. He feels a pit in his stomach as Verlo is pushed down against the stomach lining from the initial Gs while his own wings strain for altitude. The thumping of Lyjzet's massive heart and his heavily breathing lungs sounds all around his trapped companion while he soars though teh air.

18:36 < Lyjzet> (boop Verlo)

18:36 < Verlo> (You silly tatzlbutt I'm still at work and have to accomplish /something/ today :p )

18:46 < -> Razor_Hoof is now known as Tihan

18:49 Verlo shrugged off the theme park ride G forces as he was thrown about, often being pressed heavily into the tatzl's stomach floor hard on every wingbeat, the woosh of wind muffled through the layers of flesh holding him from the outside skies. Light slowly spilled into life inside Lyjzet, stemming from the stallion's unicorn horn to bathe the cramped environment in a pale purple light. Verlo could now see everything he was being subjected to, though whether or not that was a good idea was left to be determined. The light illuminated Lyjzet's internals in a hue that did not scream hospitality, safety, or even mercy. The heavy folds of Lyjzet's stomach easily parted around an exploratory hoofstroke, sliding down through the channels pulling along with it a very healthy amount of stomach mucus into the 'palm' of his hoof. The halfbat stuck his tongue out in disgust, flicking the glob away to have it splat against another side of Lyjzet's stomach and watched it ooze down slowly, melting away into nothing as it drooped into the puddle of accumulated stomach juices like dry ice in water. The tatzl's heard pounded powerfully in his head, the strong beats of Lyjzet's muscles a comparatively calm accompaniment to what normally would be the dead end for many a snack and drink. The

18:49 Verlo bottles and pouch must be made of some stern stuff if Lyjzet regularly uses this place as storage of sorts. "Fifteen minutes? I..um, alright then." Verlo didn't have a choice anyway, however high up they were by now. A heavy glob of juice dripped onto the tip of Verlo's snout, and he hmphed to himself as he wiped it off and swirled it in the puddle of liquid lightly bubbling on the floor around him.

19:07 Lyjzet had not a clue that the stallion had now lit his horn inside of his gut, not that he cared too much. Inside verlo could see the liquids in the bottles swaying about, and by the looks of it, the tatzl had had something for food recently enough. Signs of that previous meal remained in little coloured chunks that bobbed up and down in the otherwise smooth and cloudy chyme that made up the puddle he lingered in. More grisley though, would certainly be the half digested skeleton of a bunny, sagging and weakened from its time in teh stomach. The tatzl begins to glide, holding himself rather steady now for the pony, lessoning the G's and making the whole experience at least a little more pleasent. The walls quiver and glisten with life from each movement and a mess of veins ran along the inside of hte pink surface. Lyjzet seems to take a little over fifteen minutes before the upwards Gs of a dive make everything in teh stomach feel weightless and rise up for a moment before with a heavy thud, Lyjzet settles back down on the ground, leaving his sotmach to bounce and sway. THere's a click of a door opening, and then closing while his belly sways with each step. "We're here~" He calls out, and then reaches a couple tentacles down to begin to fish out the stallion.

19:39 Verlo had settled down into a relatively comfortable resting position, firmly cocooned in the tatzl's stomach. The lack of G forces towards the end added to the relative comfort levels, calming the stallion's pounding heart as he feared that he had been hoodwinked. Verlo caught the occasional glimpse of Lyjzet's previous meals, the odd colorful chunk proving soft to the touch whenever he took a curious swipe at whatever was near. The bunny's skeleton, thin weakened strings of flesh still clinging to the bones snapped with ease on accident following an errant attempt to stretch, shattering into tiny fragments and sank below the cloudy muck. Lyjzet's saliva from his maw coated him for the most part, though certain places had 'worn' thin after being rubbed all over by the acidic and clearly active stomach that took no breaks. Verlo nosed at the stomach's walls again, poking with a hoof in several places after the sensation of flight had stopped. The landing was a complete mess, everything thrown into a momentary maelstrom of bottles, bags, slime, and horse. Verlo was 'treated' to a through coating of Lyjzet's stomach contents one last time before everything thick and heavy dripped off of him, likely from the thinning coating of saliva. Already, some spots had worn down to his

19:39 Verlo bare fur, and it was starting to tingle slightly. "H-hey, great! Hurry up, Lyjzet'! Things are starting to -oof" Lyjzet's timely tentacles wrapped around his hind legs and tugged on him.

20:00 Lyjzet pulls firmly, but gently, guiding Verlo's hooves up towards the exit of the stomach. The worst of the juices seemed to slough off as the sphincter clung tight to his form, steadily opening up around him underneath the pressure of the horse's body. In a moment, his hooves are suddenly bathed with the cool air of the hotel room which tingles at his soles as it begins to chill him back down to a reasonable temperature. Lyjzet's tentacles move further down on the stallion, pulling him backwards while the muscles of the throat rolled down to keep him inside, providing almost like a full body massage. The tatzl eases he slickened hooves onto the hard floor, which certainly would find no purchase for the stallion for the moment. More of his body slides out, revailing his glistening soaked fur, having a quality almost like an otter's sheen. Finally, the unicorn's head crests on out of his slippery gullet, providing him access to fresh air once more, though the scent of the juices upon his body is certainly combats the fesh air. WHite tendrils of stream streak out into the air as the hot liquid cools to room temperature and begins to dry upon his own warm body. If left to set, Verlo would find that it peeled off quite easily, almost like a shell upon a shrimp. The tatzl offers him a wide grin as he looks down at the mess of a creature and says, "You're silly, you had no reason to be afraid. Tatzl spit will keep you safe for about half a day or so as long as your some sort of magical creature," he says with a giggle, poking at the horn which has a trail of saliva still linking it to Lyjzet's lips. "Now then, here we are. I trust you enjoyed yoru trip? Not many ponies get to ride inside of a tatzl."

20:47 < Lyjzet> (Verlo D:

21:15 < -> You are now known as GyroFeather

21:15 < -> Sweet_Treat is now known as Lyjzet

21:49 < Lyjzet> (Home yet verlo? :P

21:57 < Verlo> (Got back to my computer about five minutes ago! Still want to do stuff or have you moved on to birdier pastures Lyjzet? )

22:00 < Lyjzet> (I do wanna continue :D

22:00 < Verlo> (Oki, stand by c: )

22:00 < Lyjzet> (Were you hoping things would end in gurgles or ...? mostly curious if I was disapointing you

22:01 < Verlo> (Hoping? Not hoping for anything in particular, but I do like taking into account partner preferences and I know you like the whole digestion thing)

22:02 < Lyjzet> (Honestly the descriptions of it being gross and stuff was very <3)

22:02 < Verlo> (That poor bunbun ;.; )

22:10 Verlo squirmed and took his last few gasps of Lyjzet's stomach air as he was pulled through the crushingly tight sphincter separating the tatzl's throat from his stomach. The stallion's mane was completely soaked through with chyme and slime, matting down the side of his neck and hanging in front of his face to stew in the thick much at the bottom of Lyjzet's belly for a few more moments. The process was going slow and fast at the same time, often plenty of moments where Verlo was left to 'hang out' in the tatzl's ever undulating throat while the tentacles readjusted their drip across various parts of his anatomy. Verlo's legs wiggles in the tight tube, before another tug pulled his head backwards up the pipe he came down mere minutes ago. Things went dark for a moment as Verlo's snout was pulled through with a tug, leaving his horn the last thing to slip through the muscular valve casting everything in a blinding glare due to reflective qualities of well-lubricated flesh. "Nnngh..." Verlo squirmed some more, before feeling the throat pass him by quickly as he was dropped somewhat unceremoniously on his four shaky, numb hooves set atop a slimed over floor. Predictably, he fell on his horse ass, gasping for air and twitching a hoof or three. "Gasp, gasp, ugh. My head..."

22:10 Verlo Verlo's head felt like it was spinning from all the rapid switches in gravitational orientation combined with the inebriation earlier and not to mention the rank environment he spent the better part of twenty minutes just stewing inside of. "Still though, thanks I guess."

22:19 Lyjzet smiles donw at the stallion and pags his slimy head, making hsi mane squelch with each touch. He then drags it slowly down the hair before flickin the acumulated muck off the very end of his hoof. "Any time, any time. THe tatzl grabs a towel off the counter that looked like it'd been used for this same activity before and tosses it at the bat horse to dry himself off. "So then, I think we weregoing to discuss my wares and how it would be best to sell them. I can usully produce about 5 barrels a month of something, though everything is seasonal as you might understand," he explains flicking a tentacle about. "ITs not much, but its all hoof made and as you've sampled, really premium stuff. I've not had a tatzl who's been able to make a better catcus wine than I have," he coos out. He flicks on a heater with a coil and then gestures towards Verlo to stand in front of it. "THis will be the quickest way to take care of that mess of course, and the smell fades soon after it dries."

22:36 Verlo had spent the moments during Lyjzet's side of the discussion toweling himself off, noting how stiff the towel itself was before he added more of the thick slime to it. He paid particular attention to drying off the various crevices and corners of himself, under the legs and between the thighs and around his ears and so forth. rubbing as much of the much off of himself as he could before the towel reached its saturation point. He soon rolled over onto his belly and shakily stood on his own four hooves, wringing out the rest of the goo from his mane and tail. "Mmm, that sounds like a pretty reasonable production rate for some of the more boutique retailers in the city. I'll have to talk to some of them to see what their shelf space is like, but I think they would be easily won over once they've tasted first-hoof how your brews compare to the relative swill they have now." Verlo was caught in a trance as he watched the various limbs and extensions of the tatzl stretch to and fro, managing what seemed to be fairly basic home tasks albeit at a rate unparalled with those that only have a maximum of six limbs. the warm glow of the heater attracted the stallion over to stand near it, while the discussion continued, spreading himself wide on all fours and let the heated breeze

22:36 Verlo ruffle up through his fur. By this point, the worst of the alcoholic punch had passed through his system, leaving him with quite the pleasant buzz. "This all sounds pretty nice, but I do have one or two questions. chief among with, is how you plan to keep a certain regularity in your production process. You've kept your word that we would get here in fifteen minutes...ish, but what about delivery? Your five barrels a month, is

22:36 Verlo that year round or are there times when there just isn't anything to brew with?" Verlo's tail was the first to dry off, the remnants of the slime cracking off and drifting down to the floor.

22:53 Lyjzet watches iwth amusement as the stallion meticulously begins to dry himself off, noting how it moved within the dull purple magic that seem to come from the horn. THe tatzl was forever curious about the power that unicorns had as it all seemed so strange and arcane to him, and yet so natural to them. "GOod good, I'm glad to hear that you think so highly of them. I'm assuming you'll need a couple samples then to hand around." Strangely enough, the slime doesnt seem to stick to the fur at all, instead flaking off soon after drying to slowly form a pile of something akin to dandruff upon the floor. "Well...that is a good question...This place is a little far from home...like uhhh....2 months journey...but its where my friend is. I suppose I could just see about setting up shop here, but it'd take a bit to do so...fermenting time and all." Lyjzet reaches out a tentacle and scratches at the back of his ear with a bit of nervousness. "THe only time I have a gap is well...when I go on a trip like this one. Perhaps one could get half a years supply or so if they followed me back to the land of the tatzl?"

23:10 Verlo casts the towel aside after hanging onto it for a few awkward moments, returning it with a flick of his horn's magic back to where he saw Lyjzet originally pick it up. His eyes were once again drawn to the tentacle snaking out of the tatzl's mouth, staying out of the way of his teeth when he spoke even as it scratched the back of his head in the most adorable way ever. "Well, I do have ways to get around the reliability of transport, but that would depend on if the land of the tatzl was accessible by water, or other major shipping routes." Verlo pondered what ships would be up to the task of transporting what would promise to be a very very expensive brew. "Oh, true. We or someone could be delegated to make personal runs back and forth every so often, but I suspect that you'd rather prefer to stay home and work? I don't have any problems with that, and your unique scenario wouldn't be the first time I've been privy to the ebbs and flows of goods through this city and beyond..." Verlo shook himself like a dog, rolling the rest of the flakes off of himself into a relatively neat-ish pile on the floor. "Hmm, perhaps the finer details of the arrangement could be worked out at a later date? I'd much prefer to have the ability to keep our discussions recorded on scroll,

23:11 Verlo to make sure we're on the same page after we come to an agreement. I hardly think I could hold a quill right now, let along ask all the relevant questions to this proposed enterprise."

23:19 Lyjzet hmmms at the suggestion and then taps a hoof to his chin. "I imean...a river does run through the canyon, but I dont ethink I've ever seen the sorts of boats you ponies have run up and down it, usually only a couple tatzls on rafts." he says with some ponderance. "Staying home and working would be nice...though I do want to be able to come out here every so often too, since that dumb green lunk wont come back there. Or perhaps I could move all my equimment here..." He hmms to himself, sqishing his long fleshy tail behind him. Once Verlo cuts him off, he gives the pony a nod and a grin. "I suppose that would certainly be best. We can figure out all the other details later...Now then, I think you mentioned something about getting to have a bat for the entire evening if I wished?~" He asks with a coo, swishing his tail. "Zuthal has had some intersting things to say about you, you know. I cant help but wonder if a half bat is quite as fun to be with as he mentioned~" Lyjzet casts his tentacles out once more, and encircles Verlo across his recently dry chest and pulls him all the way back onto the bed beside him.

23:34 Verlo was easily knocked back off balance, the tatzl's tentacles making short work of the stallion to pull him into bed with Lyjzet. The movements were swift yet strong, the slimy appendages leaving marks in his fur from where fresh slime coated over his barrel. "Heh, dumb green lunk is right." Verlo rolled his eyes at the mention of Zuthal, the oddly green tatzl he hadn't really spent much professional time with. The baticorn flops onto his side next to Lyjzet, draping a hoof across his brow and letting a hind leg rest against the present tatzlhorse. "I did say something along those lines, didn't I? And I suppose it would be a somewhat quick and dirty way to get to know one another a little better..." Verlo's tail swished from side to side, though his bore a lot less mass than Lyjzet's did. Turning his head to look up at Lyjzet's, Verlo cast a suggestive smirk likely powered by the remnants of the samples. "And what sort of things do you wonder about, Mr. Lyjzet? I can assure you, that even if I am half a bat, I can certainly give you a full ride~"

23:43 Lyjzet leans forwards to meet the stallion's muzzle with his own. He begins to pushi his tentacles out into the other's lips, slipping inside and wrapping the three around the bat horse's tongue and suking upon it. His fleshy tail swishes and curls around the other's hairy tail. After the lingering kiss he pulls back, letting one of the tentacles fall down to Verlo's chin and resting upon it there with a half lidded look of his own. "Give me a ride or am I going to ride you? Being a fair amount bigger than you, I cant imagine you have much that would be uhh...sizeable for someone like me," he says, trying to be delicate. "Still, I havnt been mentioned anything specific other than being fun to roll with." The tatzl reaches his forelegs out and pulls the other stallion chest, rubbing their soft fur together and allowing him to take a deep breath of teh other's fragrant hair. "I've heard intersting things about a bat pony's feeding though...can you do that?" He asks, with some eager curiosity to his voice.

23:59 Verlo reciprocates the kiss as best he can, though with the triumvirate of tongues working against his lone ranger, Verlo proves to be easily overpowered in the smooching department. He sputters and gasps for air after the tatzl removes himself from his mouth, though the one tentacle left flopped on his chin made the stallion shiver with delight and a certain variety of thrill. Verlo rolls his slitted eyes at the generalization about half his species, smirking at the funny Lyjzet. "Oh, sure. Take one look at the fangs and ears and immediately get it into your head that we're all blood suckers. Whatever did we do to deserve such a fate!" Verlo's being overly dramatic, placing a hoof against his brow and feigning exhaustion. That didn't last long, before falling back into a smoldering bedroom eyed gaze back at Lyjzet. The grey-furred stallion nosed at Lyjzet's mane in exchange, taking deep sniffs of the tatzl's agreeable scent before peppering his neck with a few licks and nips from the sharp fangs. "Why, are you interested hot shot?"

00:00 < Lyjzet> (hmmm I'm getting tired...but this has been fun :D)

00:01 < Lyjzet> (Maybe Lyjzet can harass verlo again~)

00:01 < Verlo> (Mebbe c; )

00:01 < Verlo> (See ya around then, Mr. Tatzl~)