Early Bird, Breakfast Bird

2 January 2019

09:43 Gyro Feather struts on in, swishing his tail and looking quite happy indeed.

09:44 Gyro Feather glances around the room, and puffs up his chest. "I got teh first 2 preys of the new year both years in the row~"

09:46 Jesse Freemartin smiles and nods towards Mark Avery. She chuckles at Gyro Feather's boast. "The very first!"

09:51 Gyro Feather nods his head and hops up onto a stool gracefully...except for the bit of pudge that ends up jiggling when he lands. "I guess that makes me an early bird or something~" The gryhon says, and then playfully sticks out his tongue.

09:55 < Jesse Freemartin> "An early bird, [b]huh[/b]...." The cow smiles and leans forward. "Kind of like a breakfast bird...."
Jesse looks at Gyro's feathers.

09:57 Gyro Feather snorts that the cow as she leans in and then nods his head. "Yep, breakfast this year, and...it might have been later last year....Its been a while." The gyrphon chirps at her. "Oh, and I'll have a mimosa."

10:02 Jesse Freemartin turns, showing her wide rump to the bird. She opens the refrigerator, pulls out a jug of orange juice and a previously-opened bottle of champagne. The cow combines these in a fluted glass while looking over the bird's wings.
"Your wings are looking pretty nice today , Gyro," Jesse lows casually. "All silky."

10:06 Gyro Feather happily accepts the proffered glass and then takes a drag from it, nodding his head appreciatively. "Why thank you~ I always do find that they look especially good the first couple days after a meal. Plenty of new oils to keep them shiny~" He coos.

10:11 Jesse Freemartin walks out from behind the counter - [sub]clop, clop, clup.[/sub]. She puts her fat butt in the seat between Holly and Gyro feather with a [i]creak[/i], her tail lifted and on the counter.
"I don't think I can resist..." With eager eyes, she reaches out to grasp Gyro's left wing with both hands, stroking over the soft feathers. "These colors..."
Grasping a little more firmly, she leans in and pushes her large, smooth dark-leather nose into the feathers, taking a big whiff--"Nnnn...."
There is a small wet sound - [sub][i]slp[/i][/sub] - and Gyro can feel flat cow teeth closing around his feather-roots, along with the slimy brush of a big tongue.

10:18 Gyro Feather watches the cow idly as she makes her way over to his spot, still sipping happily on his drink. "I spent mine doing a laser tag lock in. Boy am I sore from that one still. 6 hours of irl counterstrike." His attention is suddenly drawn to the grasp on his wing, which he fans out to allow Jesse to admire the bright blue of them. Sighing at the preening motions of her teeth against them, he wiggles the wings, causing the soft blue featehrs to brush against the cow's nose. "H-hey! Be gentle there..." He says, stroking over Jesse's ears with a talon. The feathers themselves have a fruity scent to them, and a very faint accompanying taste.

10:22 Jesse Freemartin 's broad left hand slides across the beautifully silky feathers, up around to Gyro's elegantly smooth neck, clasping with potentially unsettling firmness.
"[b]HNnnnn[/b]--" Jesse bites down [u]hard[/u] on a big bunch of wing-feathers. "Mfff---" There's a distinct [i]*rrrrip*[/i] sound as a large patch of the avian's feathers are torn out, then a [i]*Munch, Crunch, munch*[/i] as Jesse chews on them, then a [i]*Ghulp*[/i] as they're swallowed.
The cow 's thick, powerful wet tongue is raking and licking the naked spot on Gyro's wing, and her muscular grazing lips are already gathering another patch of the feathers.

10:27 Gyro Feather squawks as he feels her hand afixed tightly around his neck and then brings his claws up to attempt to pull it down. "Ok ok that's enough for you for one d---hey!! Ouuuuuu!" The bird cries upon the first bite, followed by a painful yank. He's lucky most of the quills appear to have split under the pressure of the teeth, but still plenty had been yanked at the roots, leaving an angry red patch where blood started to well up. His head feathers flatten quite a bit as he hears her further chwing on his feathers, leaving him pretty stunned. Its not until she goes in for another go that he reacts to her motion. The bird starts to struggle in her grip now, but it's too late ."N-no! Stop that! I'm not supposed to molt for another month!"

10:34 Jesse Freemartin rumbles, "Hmmnff...Mmmf..."
[i]*crunch...munch..Llllick!...gulp....munch*[/i]
The cow continues to graze on Gyro , only blinking a little bit when he wiggles and flutters. She holds a tight grip on his neck, but her fuzzy ears are cocked towards his cries, as if listening.
"Mmm...Nnmm...Hahh...."
The black cow stands up, smiling. She lets go of Gyro's wing, but not his neck. Pushing him roughly and forcibly, she holds his light avian body in a painful position against the countertop by his fluffy neck, while her right hand slides down, reaching between his feline legs for something sensitive to grab--Jesse isn't entirely sure how griffons work but intends to tightly grab a cock or a cloaca if available.
Jesse smiles at Gyro Feather and licks little blue and purple feather-hairs from her plush, dark lips.
"Gyro, I don't know if you know this, but not only are your feathers [b]de-[/b]licious, but there's some fantastic-tastin' [b]meat[/b] underneath 'em, too!"

10:47 Gyro Feather beats his powerful wings against her head as she takes a couple more painful tears of the feathers on his wings, leaving them looking more like chicken wings than his once beautiful things as eh cleans his first appendage off entirely of its bright blue feathers, save for a couple stragglers and many broken quills. A warm red oozes from it down into his purple chest feathers, which are also missing a patch, though thankfully its just one. The meat itself lacks the fruity hints of his feather oils, but still is plenty tasty more than likely.

Unfortunately he's slammed against the table with a thud, leaving him banding at an uncomfortable angle as his spine curves back on itself. "Nnnnggg let me go! You're ruining my feathers," the bird complains. He yelps as she finds his sheath and the shaft contained within, which twitches in her grip. "N-no, I dont...really...and...there's no need to help miss. She's crazy!" He protests, casting an eye to his other wing which he's got clasped tightly to his body.

10:54 Jesse Freemartin huffs, "Hf--Nf--Hgh!" Jesse blinks and squints her long-lashed eyes as Gyro's wild fluttering and wing-beating accelerates.
[b][i]"Huff!" [/i][/b]
She [i]snorts[/i] hotly from her big, soft nose.
"[b]Bad bird! Baaad bird![/b]" Jesse lows, slowly regaining her smile as her broad hand easily cups Gyro's majestic shaft and balls, her fingers curling underneath the scrotum, squeezing tightly. "Here...Let's get you more [b]comfortable[/b]...♥"
The cow stomps forward, straddling Gyro's feline legs, and he can feel the heavy, warm weight of her generous udder in her jeans, pressed to his knees.
While easily massaging his fuzzy, hefty balls and stroking the side of his shaft with a finger, Jesse squeezes Gyro's neck tighter, and leans over him--her heavy breasts brushing his sorry-looking, sore wings.
"This feather on top of your head, though...Mmm...."
Jesse opens her [b][color=pink]wide, wet, warm mouth[/color][/b], enveloping the top of his head, swirling and slathering her thick, wet, rough tongue all around his peacock-feathers, easily ripping them off with a [i]*nip*[/i] and a tiny [sub]glp[/sub], but continuing to push her soft, plush, warm black lips down over his face.

11:07 Gyro Feather can smell himself on the cows breath as the hot air blasts over his face, as well as the scents of her four stomachs coming up to greet him as her stomach worked hard. The humidity ruffles his feathers and causes the dry wones to wilt. "Nnnngghh," the bir dgrunts as he feels her hands massaging up and down that sensitive lenth, pressed up into her warm fur while her udders rest against his body. Slowly but surely his spaded tip begins to extend from his sheath to push up into her gut which grumbles befor ehim. He grunts as her grip tightens, making each breath come as a hard won pant, and leaving him lightheaded and weakening as her lips pull around hi shead. Hot drool drizzles down his face as the heat envelops his crest, causing a scree as each of his five feathers are yanked out one by one by the advancing maw.

11:13 Jesse Freemartin 's eyes are half-lidded and lazy as he rubbery black-leather cheeks sliiiiide down over Gyro Feather's birdy face and head, his beak pointed directly down the furrow of her tongue, until his head is just a big lump in her fuzzy cheeks--a lump that slides down into the plush, warm, slimy, dark back of her throat, and into her neck, as she pushes further, her big black nose huffing and snorting.
"Ngh....Fffhh.......Ng~...."
The cow grunts. She works her right hang up Gyro 's stiffening shaft until she can easily rub her thumb back and forth across the spaded tip: slowly, tantalizingly, feeling the light moisture there.
Drool pours from around her mouth while her rough tongue rakes and slathers all around Gyro's feathery neck, soaking the feathers, making them slippery and slick.
She moves her immense 400-pound weight against him, pressing the bulge of her firm udder against his legs, pinning them to the barstool as she
[b][i]*Ghllllllp~*[/i][/b]
Jesse blinks as she swallows, and the lump of Gyro's head visibly slips down inside her thick neck.
"[b]Nnnnnnfffhh....[/b]"
The cow takes a moment to suck and savor his flavor.
Her eyes briefly glance at Feath. Jesse is still wearing Feath's necklace.

11:21 Gyro Feather looks up at her fearfully, though from his vantage point, all he can see is her light grey chin as it advances towards his face. Everything goes dark next when his eyes cross the threshold fo her lips, pressing into her rough tongue, forcing him to close them, but not before getting some of her stinging drool in her eyes. There really is no where for him to go but in at this point, as he's pinned against the stool and the bar, treated like a giant lollipop. At least she wasnt pulling his feathers off anymore, no matter how rough that tongue felt as it drags through his down and slathers his face. Her saliva gets into his beak next, leaving him coughing and spasming on her awfully smelly fumes as well as bitter drool making its way up between his beak. THe muscles catch him hard, drawing him inside her muscular throat and forcing him to curve of the throat. He could feel her breath against his chest now as she moves downwards.

Below he can feel himself fleshing out till he reaches his full peak, member dripping pre into her hands and against her belly as the thumb's ball finds the most sensitive spots and leaves him twitching down there in her grip. Even his knot has spilled out now, and rests againt her forarm, partially inflated, and waiting for the opportune moment to tie.

11:30 Jesse Freemartin is quite noise. "Hmnng--[i][b]*Ghlp--*[/b][/i]" Squinting, Jesse swallows again, forcing Gyro's head down the crushingly tight, clenching, slimy, pulsing tunnel of her throat, his shoulders and wings passing into her eager mouth, where her tongue laps his feathers and bare spots, tasting---"Mmngg--[i][b]Ghllkkkk~[/b][/i]"
With this next heft swallow, Gyro's face is pressed up against a big, tight fleshy valve, then suddenly [i]thrust[/i] through--and immediately slathered in acrid, stinging ooze and foul air, the remains of rabbit fur and meat and vitriolic ichor assaulting his face as Jesse's stomach works him inside and beneath the semi-liquid slop inside her seething-hot [b]belly.[/b]
Both of the cow's hands hold Gyro now, her left holding his thigh, lifting him up as he's swallowed, her right on his swelling cock. As it becomes a much bigger and more convenient handle, Jesse slowly, lazily pumps it up and down, while his feline rump rises into the air.

11:44 Gyro Feather squrims around in her grip, though it only causes his feathers and shoulders to be further slathered in her foul lubricant, which leaks through to his skin, causing strands of drool to link everything as his feathers ruffle and pull away from each other. Both sets of shoulders squeeze on in, growing increasinly tight and leaving his hollow bones flexing some undernetha the pressure of her gullet. The bird feels himself invert with the next gulp, leaving his legs kicking up in the air, and Jesse past the flavor of his feathers to his softer belly fur beyond, save for the one undamaged wing.

His tail lashes around while his free leg kicks out in a desperate attempt at getting free, though even those motions seem to be slowing some as the rising sensation in his shaft leaves him panting and moving in a more deliberate motion. Just as his shaft is angled towards the cow's mouth, he cant contain himself anymore. A loud Piiaooowww echoes from her belly as hot white seed spurts out across her face and his own gut with powerful contractions. Meanwhile, inside he spills into her belly, where the disgusting scents of her past meals and vomit hit him squarely in the face. As he pushes down, he can feel the meat of something squishing beneath him and breaking apart. Some of tha tsour bitter muck feeds into his beak, leavin ghim coughing hard, while the juices start to sting his jaws and face. The stomach clenches around him, forcing the muck up over his head, getting him thoroughly coated in food.

11:51 Jesse Freemartin 's belly is pitched black. Gyro can see nothing at all in the roiling darkness of the cow's chaotic stomach. The sound of unbearably loud, lewd gurgles seems all around him---[i]*GrRRRRLUKK~......GLOOORRBBB~![/i]
Gyro's kicking leg knocks over the barstool he had once been sitting on, falling over with a clatter. The griffon's sudden, unexpected climax sends sticky semen splattering over Jesse's hand, her chin, and her fluffy chest-fur and t-shirt, and a bit onto her fat, rapidly swelling belly as well.
"Mmf--Mmf--" Jesse leans back "[b]*Glukkk~![/b]" A final swallow sends the last of Gyro's feet into her mouth, and down her throat, the lumps slipping down inside her thick neck all in a train.
There is truly no air and no space for Gyro to be comfortable inside the first part of the cow's clenching, grinding stomach. This chamber seems to be forcing him into a tighter and tighter ball of slimy, crunchy food--while with a [i]Gloorrpp[/i] he might be able to notice well-digested rabbit, along with a bunch of his feathers--some chewed, some less so--being funneled down a tight little hole into the next chamber of the cow's digestive system. All the while, Jesse's insatiable internal muscles continually, unceasingly [b][i]Clench, *Crunch* , Grind[/i][/b] Gyro into a tight ball, the powerful contractions pounding his thin bird-bones.

12:01 Gyro Feather gives another loud yelp as he feels the next swallow drag him down deeper into the other's gullet, though his yelp comes out out with a gurgle as the stomach acid floods into his beak when he starts to open it. The acidic bite stings at his tongue and gullet and feels like mud within his jaws. THere' he's left unable to breathe for a fair while before she swallows again, forcing him down entirely past her lips rather unceremoniously. As he slides on in, he finally manages to breach the surface enough to empty his mouth of the foul gunk and take a couple weezing gasps of air in the putrid belly. He's not got much to breathe in there though, and as it squeezes on him, he's pressed into his own feathers, other greanery and some food with a heavy squelch. His bones strain against the walls as he fightts for his freedom, but none is coming well. Finally one of his bones give way with a crunch as he's moved deeper into the second stomach where the heavier acids lurk, undiltued from her forestomach and drool.

12:07 Jesse Freemartin pants for breath, her mouth finally freed, licking feathers and griffon semen from her lips and chin.
"Mmf...Hhhh....Hahh....Hh..." Jesse casts her gaze around , brushing scattered blue and purple feathers off of her.
Jesse shudders as a deep [sub][i][b]GLLUURRRNN[/b][/i][/sub] from her bulging abdomen, and a strange feeling, marks the slithering [b]penetration[/b] of the crunchy, slowly melting bird through a tight valve into a still -deeper part of her winding digestive system.

12:14 Gyro Feather feels himself all the more compact as he's moved along now, his flesh burning with the stinging of the acids worked deep inthi his form. Yet more crunches happy inside there as bones are further broken. There' sno air either now, in this third chamber as he's left entirely subsumed in the liquids. Finally he passes through the the fourth and most dangerous part. Here the full force of her stomach acids are in effect, singing his bare flesh down past the skin to the muscles, and in the thinner spots, revealing some o fhis broken bones. FOrtunately for the bird, he doesnt have long to last here as his oxygen starved lungs beg for air. He gasps, taking a breath of the chyme, shudders, and then goes still, passing out inside of her.

12:22 Jesse Freemartin remains there, quivering, shuddering occasionally, her fat, semi-stiff teats lazily dripping a bit of white, her swollen stomach emitting lewd little glopp sounds as Gyro Feather's shattered body is squished and squeezed and forcibly crushed through deep, unknowably digestive chambers within the cow.