Christening the New year

1 January 2018

10:45 Gyro Feather wanders on into the club with a sway to his step, and his feathers disheveled. The bird looks like he's pregamed, but in all honesty, he's still just intoxicated from the night before. He plops down at one of the tables, and glances around the room, while ordering a mimosa to perk him back up.

10:55 Breythas glances to Gyro and gives a wave, "Hey there birdbrain, you look kinda sloshed," he teased.

10:57 Cute Little Mouse , A tan furred anthro-mouse maiden wearing a tight pink blouse and a short blue skirt wanders inside, wondering what sort of establishment this could be.

10:58 Gyro Feather takes a swig of his drink while giving a sidelong glance towards Brey. "I'm just fine lizard brain. I just had a good night last night, that's all." His eyes then wander around the room to see the new arrival, who he greets with a wave.

11:00 Breythas chuckles a bit and notes the mouse walking in, sees the naive, innocent look... and knows her fate well in advance. He thinks for a moment, looks towards Gyro, "Well, may as well go from a good night to a good morning. I won't get in the way," he says cryptically, hoping the gryphon understands what he's referring to.

11:01 Cute Little Mouse 's paws raised to her chest, the mouse looks about, curious about this place and it's creatures. At the grphyon's wave, she waves back. "Hi!"

11:06 Gyro Feather snickers back at brey, and nods his head, "A little bit of breakfast does go a ways towards preventing a hangover," He agrees, before turning back towards the mouse. A smile upturns at the edges of his beak as she responds. "Welcome, all the patrons love seeing new faces around here."

11:07 Breythas smirks and puts a little distance between himself as Gyro so as not to scare off the morsel, but not enough to be completely out of the conversation, "Oh yeah, you'll find we provide very warm welcomes to new guests,"

11:09 Cute Little Mouse 's pair of golden ear-rings glint from the mousie's big round ears as she appraises the gryphon, eyes wandering up and down. "Wow," she mutters. "I've never seen such a colorful fellow!" she squeaks. A little bit shorter than the gryph, she's surprisingly plump and curvaceous given her stature. At the greeting, she grins brightly. "S'my first time here!" she squeaks brightly, walking over, her scent that of a clean healthy young doe. "My name's Sandy!" she introduces herself. "Do they serve breakfast here?" she asks, having overheard the earlier remark.

11:18 Gyro Feather puffs his chest out and raises his bright feathered tail to try and make a good impression, with her eyes upon her. His feathers and fur are still a mess though, and he's in serious need of a good brushing and preening. "Ah, well thanks", he says, leaning over towards her as she steps up. "I'm afraid, however, the only food here is carry in, but guests frequently bring something to offer."

11:23 < Cute Little Mouse> Even a scruffy looking peacock is impressive to the mouette who has never seen a peacock-gryphon before. Standing just below him, she looks up staring at his shimmering tail in awe. She herself might be a pleasant sight, white furred cleavage pushed up by her tight pink top, meaty furry white legs revealed by her short skirt, while the aroma of mouse fills the air. "Oh is that the tradition?' she squeaks brightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that, or I would have brought somethin!" she declares. "Fraid I don't have any breakfast for you," she quips. "Perhaps next time, I'll know to bring somethin."

11:28 Gyro Feather chuckles and nods his head. Sliding over in the bench, he makes room for the mouse to take a seat at his table if she wishes. The tail is the last to follow him, and slides along the cushion, as if inviting her inside. "Oh, well, you brought yourself, thats about all we can ask of first timers. Anyways, if you want anything, just raise a claw and I'm sure one of the servers will be here to wait on you, Sandy. Anyways, my name's Gyro." The then turns to the otter in the room and shouts, "Hey Bryce, why dont you get something for the lovey lady?"

11:31 Bryce Daeless perks up, glances across the main room with a twitch of his whiskers. "Eh? Oh, well because I don't work here, for one, and you've never given me a reason to do you any favours, for two."

11:31 Breythas snickers a bit at the otter's response as he looks at Gyro, "He's got you there," the dragon teases.

11:33 Cute Little Mouse grins. "Oh my gosh!" Sandy exclaims at the invitation, raising a paw to her chest. "Folk are so friendly here!" With a squeak, she clambers onto the bench, raises her pink tail, and sets her derriere delicately down on a cushion. She giggles at the back and forth, light glinting from her earrings onto the bench. "Oh that's alright, it's too early to drink anyway," she squeaks. "Might have had breakfast, only I didn't bring anything." She quirks her head. "Funny, havin a place where you need to bring your own food!"

11:37 Gyro Feather groans in frustration at the otter's response and shakes a talon at him, narrowing his eyes, and folding his yellow eyespots into creases."Ya well, I'd have figured you'd have worked up enough of a tab here to be obligated to assist by this point. Thanks for nothin." His demeanor, returns back to some semblence of contentment as he turns to address his comapnion once more. "I suppose, though it is coming off of New years." His tail steadily drifts up her side as he swishes it, and then suddenly the tip drapes around her shoudler, leaving the feathers to tickle at her neck.

11:40 Cute Little Mouse giggles at the tickling feathers, assuming the gryphon is just a little careless. She gasps, letting out s *squeak!* as the feathers brush over the thin fabric of her blouse and up the back of her furry neck. Head tilted back, eyelids have lowered, she churrs, "Oh my. . . .y'feathers are so soft!"

11:43 Gyro Feather smiles back at her, and shifts a little closer. This time, one of his claws slides around her neck to drape over her shoulder, all friendly-like. "Why thanks~ You know, you're fur is pretty soft too~ Not that I'd expect anything less from such a cutie." Pressing up against her, she can feel the feathers of his wings too, though they're a fair bit stiffer than the ones on his tail.

11:51 Gyro Feather leans his beak in and whispers into her ear, practically drooling at that delectible scent. "And yet, I already would love to have you a part of my life~" The sound is soft and chirpy, and in the end, punctuated by a teasing lick across her ear fluff, leaving a dark patch in its wake.

11:56 Cute Little Mouse 's big ear would be silken soft, and full of the rich flavor of mouse doe. The furs would tickle and the earring scratch against his tongue. Sandy squeaks at the lick, and wriggles against the gryph's muscled side, all that plump curvaceous meat wriggling against him. "Oh my!" the mousette squeaks."Why, I do like you, Gyro! And you are quite handsome. But. . .we just met!"

12:01 Gyro Feather laughs at her, and uses his free talon to lift her chin up to meet his eyes. He licks over his beak and looks down at her with lustful, hungry eyes, while his belly gives a soft growl. "THats alright, my dear, we'll get to know each other very well soon. And, well you brought breakfast for me, so what more can I ask for. On his breath she can smell the stale sweet alcohol mixed with a old meaty hint to it as his humid words waft over her face.

12:07 Cute Little Mouse 's innocent bucktoothed whiskery white furred face is titled up to meet the gryphon's gaze. She gasps and gives a *squeak!* seeing the creature lick his beak, igniting instincts within her that were long dormant. "Uh. . .uh. . .I didn't bring.. . breakfast. . . uh. ..." She raises her paws up to his belly, trying to push herself away, and feels it growl. The warm aroma of his breath reminds her this is a meat eating creature, and she begins wriggling in earnest, trying to squirm away. "I gotta go! I gotta go!" Unfortunate for her, as a prey creature she's no match for the predator's grasp. Her impotent struggles would merely serve remind the gryphon what a delightfully plump prey creature he had in his grasp.

12:13 Gyro Feather looks down at her with a 'hmmph' of satisfaction, and hten opens his beak wide. She gets a moment to stare down that wide gullet, and the soft pink flesh encased by the harder exterior. Drool drips down from the ceiling, and splatters on her face. THen he darts forward suddenly, engulfing her snout in that warm humid flesh. He presses foward till he feels her muzzle up against the soft ring of his gullet, subsuming her eyes and blocking out most of the light. His grip tightens on her struggling form, making ure that his prey has no opportunity to escape.

12:21 Cute Little Mouse feels Drool splashing off her furry white muzzle, Sandy's eyes open wide in shock staring into the depths of the open beak, a sight she thought she'd never ever see. "*SQUEAL!* NO PLEASE DOmph . .. " That pretty furry head disappears as the beak snatches shut, closing on her neck. Drool drips down the back and front of her furry neck, staining the top of her blouse and dripping down her cleavage. Meanwhile, Gyro is rewarded by the rich flavors of that furry head, sweet cheeks, tickling whiskers, big soft ears rich with mousey flavor (and the hard studs of her earrings), and that warm neck. The mouse jerks and struggles, but she's a civilized doe and has no idea how to fight, and succeeds only in wasting her strength. Her struggles continue as she's forced in deeper and deeper, the gryphon's tongue now able to reach that soft plump cleavage, and the considerably less tasty fabric of her blouse. As she's pulled down, he'd feel that muzzle twitching against his throat, the whiskers tickling him, making it difficult not to swallow!

12:32 Gyro Feather had no intention on resisting that urge anyways as her head reaches the back of his throat. He lets her linger there for only a moment, and then a loud gulp echoes in her ears. The gullet slides its muscles forward and grabs upon her, before retracting, drawing her in, while the tongue pushes back on the poor creature. The hot slime squishes harder into her face, while the scent of his new years eve shenanigans fills her nostrils, all the booze and only a couple light snacks. The creature makes quite a bulge benath his feathers, as she slides in, though the tightness causes even him discomfort as her hoops drag against his soft flesh. As his beak slides across the blouse it tears holes in the fabric, but never a continuous enough line for it to slide off. His cheeks work to still her movements though, as her upper arms slide up into them, locking them in place.

12:46 Gyro Feather 's gullet holds her mouth closed tight, making it difficult of her to open that mouth very far anyways as the muscles roll over her, steadily working her down towards that belly of his. That tongue darts in between the rips in the fabric, taking ample tastes of her soft meaty form as it slides inside of him. His sharp beak slides over the tips of her orbs, scraping them up before they press inside to meat his slippery flesh. Holes are torn in just the right places that his soft muscles roll right over the tops of them, saturating em with drool. Down inside his throat, she can hear the eager thumping of his heart, and his deep breaths, and in the distance, the eager growling gurgle of a belly. First though, enough of her has pushed inside that she enters a different sack, one a little more kind to her in his chest that gives her some relief from the pressure.

12:54 Cute Little Mouse protests, *mmmmph!* *mmmmmmph!* *mmmmmmmph!* The poor mouse wriggles as she's gulped down. This can't be happening! She's an accountant for goodness sake, not some wild field mouse! And yet she's being treated like nothing but food, the tongue sliding and slurping greedily against her flesh, the hard bake chafing and rubbing her raw. She kicks her legs and flicks her tail; surely the other patrons will see her and save her? It's only then that it occurs to her why this bar might have been named "the Gullet." She gasps with relief as her head enters a chamber, thrusting her paws forward to try to stop her progress without success. Unfamiliar with avian anatomy, she's confused (though happy) she's not being torn apart, though she can still hear the ominous gurgling from below, suggesting she hasn't yet met her final destination.

12:56 Breythas finds himself a nice soft drink and downs it - watching the current events with great attention.

13:02 Gyro Feather lets his free talon move down to carress the bulge forming in his chest as he lets out a soft coo that sounds even louder in her ears, surrounded by him as she is. He can feel her shoulders enter and start to bulge up inside of there, as more of her slips in, and be briefly wonders if he should let her stew for a bit. That decision is soon resolved though, as hunger pangs hit him. Instead of letting her sit in that pool of orange mimosa for too long, he relaxes the end of that chamber. Her head begins to make that second journy down to where the magic actually happens. Meanwhile, he continues to work her body deeper into that body. He tilts his head up and uses his other claw to heft her skyward, latching hold of her hips in order to push down, and at the same time, allowing his digits to slip into each of her holes. Gravity would be his aid now as her sense of direction flips.

13:04 Glacia Wintergale yawns a bit as she comes into the room, taking a seat and looking around to see what's going on.

13:05 Breythas gives Glacia a friendly wave and maybe lets his gaze linger on the female for a bit before turning back to the matters at hand.

13:05 < Gyro Feather> [sub]Oh look, dessert[/sub]

13:06 < Der> [sub]You are going to be stuffed[/sub]

13:08 Cute Little Mouse pants, collecting herself, trying to think of how to get out of here. She barely has time to think though, when her head is pushed forward. "No! No! Nmmmmmph!" That plump little rear wriggles in the gryphon's taloned paws, lifted upwards as the gryphon raises his beak . to finish his meal. She gives a sharp squeal as paw fingers penetrate her, as she's denied even any last dignity, nothing more than food.

13:13 Glacia Wintergale gives a wave back to the dragon and smiles, stretching her wings out and yawning afterwards.

13:14 Gyro Feather has just enough wherewithal to offer Glacia a wave of his free talon before he works to finish his little treat. He'd not even been intending to violate her that way, he just didnt care, and as his talons proved that when they pushed down hard and scratched against her insides. In a couple short gulps, that plump little rear disapears behind his beak. leaving only her tail and wiggling hind paws. He can feel her head shifting down, pushing into his belly now, and greeting her with the powerful acrid scent of his bile, mixed with a couple lingering sweet snacks he'd had.

13:15 Breythas continues to watch the bird even as she's yawning, and then steps on over towards Glacia, sitting down next to her, "Good afternoon, and happy new years. Don't think we've met..."

13:19 Glacia Wintergale shakes her head. "I don't believe we have" she adds, before offering a hand to shake. "And yes, happy new year to you as well." She moves over a bit to make room for him, as she'd been taking up a fair bit more space than a bird of her size needed to. "I'm Glacia, by the way. And you are...?"

13:20 < Cute Little Mouse> (and someone is ringing it out ^^)

13:21 Breythas shakes Glacia's hand, "Breythas," he says in response, "Good to meet you. So, enjoying the show I take it?" he asks with a grin as he glances over to the aforementioned entertainment.

13:22 Gyro Feather snaps shut as the last of her enters into his beak, and then finds her paws with his tongue. He closes his eyes, and pushes the slippery pink muscle against them, forcing the last of the poor mouse down the bird's throat. A talon steadily traces her figure down his gullet, only to feel it ultimately end in his bulging belly, which now pushes against the table before him. With a groan, he slides backwards in his booth and then lets out a loud happy sigh. "Thanks for bringing breakfast, I feel like you know me pretty intimately now~" He says to his belly. Meanwhile, down inside of him, the walls of the gut steadily roll around his prey, squeezing against her and mixing the small amounts of caustic juice into her fur.

13:25 Glacia Wintergale grins a bit as she watches the mouse disappear, headed to where she belongs. "Oh, certainly. Glad I came here in time to catch the end of it" she says.

13:25 Gyro Feather then notices everyone glancing at him and grins, puffing up his chest proudly. "Did I christen the new year here?"

13:27 Breythas nods in agreement as he looks over Glacia, considering her for a few moments while he considered his own options, "Yeah, I caught the beginning as well. Always fun to see them squirming, though more fun to be part of the show," he teased before looking to Gyro and calling out, "Can confirm you did! Been here since midnight, I nearly was part of that christening but then my pred... victim... vanished..." "So yeah, first eating of the new year in The Gullet goes to you Gyro. Congrats,"

13:29 Cute Little Mouse 's bare pink feet are especially tasty with her meaty flavor. The twitch and rub pathetically against the gryphon's tongue as they're pulled backwards with a final *gulp!* Meanwhile, Sandy pushes her handpaws into the base of the stomach with all her remaining strength, feeling her paw fingers tingle win the warm juices. Hips and legs are quickly forced into tight belly to join her. Powerful muscles squeeze her, forcing her knees into her chest, rubbing acids into the fresh meat. "Nooooooooooo!" the mouse squeals as she hears the sated gryphon taunt her. "Noooooooooooo!" Her clothes were already a twisted torn sodden mess barely covering her as she slid down, and as she squirms and turns, what's left of them quickly tears off and dissolves, leaving the acids free to attack the fur and the fresh meat.

13:34 Glacia Wintergale tries to start a round of applause for Gyro, chuckling a bit about it. "Yeah, congrats!" she says. "Mm, I guess the fun of being part of the show depends on what role you're taking on. I imagine it'll be quite painful for that mouse girl. Not that it matters, since she's just his food now" she says, with a smirk.

13:36 Gyro Feather 's acids arent really that great at clothing, or fur for that matter, but the thorough soakings help to loosen the already tattered fabric to the point where the rest of it tears off, left floating around her. THe juices continue to grow deeper as that tingling fluid secretes into the stomach, rubbing into her fur, while the rough fabric scrapes against her flesh with each squeeze. Triumphantly, the gryphon gets to his feet and hops out of his chair, and then stumbles a couple steps before collapsing on the mouse filled belly, still pretty sloshed from before. With a blush, he then gets up and makes his way over to the pair, trying to look triumphant.

13:36 Breythas chuckles a bit as he glances back towards the gryphon's gut and then back to Glacia, "Well, some people I've noticed seem to enjoy being eaten. Think they like being pulled into somebody else and made a part of something stronger... or maybe being swallowed just feels good... dunno, but if they're willing, who am I to say no?" he says, while thinking about it, "Though... the ones that beg for it are usually no fun..." he remarked absently.

13:42 Cute Little Mouse moans as powerful muscles rub her, and the acids eat into her. Above the sloshing and gurgling sounds, she barely hears noise from the outside. Is that cheering?!? Are they cheering her demise?!? "Noooo*choke!* *cough!*" Her cry allows the fowl liquids to sluice down her maw, and she feels her maw and throat tingling now. More of the liquids have gotten into her other holes, and she feels herself slowly digested from within as well as without. As if that weren't bad enough, her prison sways and wobbles, before she suddenly feels in free fall, and with a *crack!* she's crushed by the gryphon's weight. Wait, crack? Did something break? It hardly mattered now, she was soon to be mouse soup after all.

13:43 Glacia Wintergale offers Gyro a seat next to or across from them, adjusting herself if necessary. "Hey, I don't think we've met before. You knew my old friend, Skylar" she said. "Good show, though!" she adds, offering to rub over his belly a bit. "Hmm, really now? Interesting. Hah, people seriously beg for that? That's surely amusing."

13:46 Breythas chuckles a bit and nods, "Very amusing, but they don't squirm so much. And once they hit your stomach they just sort of sit and peacefully digest - no fun if they don't squirm..." he says before glancing to gyro, then leaning in to whisper to Glacia, "Alright, not gonna lie, I was thinking about eating you myself... but right now I think it'd be more amusing if you ate the gryphon,"

13:50 Gyro Feather hops up next to Glacia as she makes room for him and then snuggles inot her feathers. As her claws run over his belly, he closes his eyes and lets out a soft purr, while swishing his tail. The rubbing helps to aide his gut as it squeezes around the poor mouse. The tingling turns ot a burning as the action causes her fur to slough off and float in the mix. Feeling a pressure, he lets out a soft burp, further compressing his belly around his meal. "Hmmm well I think this one practically begged to be eaten, did you see how she strolled in here?" He then turns to address Glacia directly and nods, "Ya I know her...though...I've not seen her around at all recently..."

14:00 Cute Little Mouse squirms. Glacia would feel the gryphon's tummy wriggle as the mouse inside gives a few kicks. They're weak though, as she's exhausted, something's broken, and she can't lift her head As the liquids rise, she spits out a wad of fur from her maw, wondering where it could have come from. The answer dawns on her, and she sobs as she feels the smooth skin of her belly against her paw. She moans as the stomach squeezes her tighter and tighter, cracks sounding from her hips as her knees press past her chin. As the gryphon burps, the liquids are pushed up above her maw and she shuts it tight. She gives an angry kick, hearing him claim she'd begged to be eaten. She certainly had not!!! Anger subsides to fear as the liquids rise above her nose. She tries to lift her head, but it doesn't move, and her lungs start to burn. She can feel herself buring inside where the liquids have invaded her nethers. Finally, she can't hold her breath any longer, and she sucks in a lungful of acids that eagerly begin to work inside her. Her whole body jerks and spasms, before finally going still. Cracks sound as her limbs come loose, and the gryphon might begin to feel a wave of satisfaction as mousey fats and proteins are freed to enter his system.

14:03 Glacia Wintergale smirks a bit as she nods at Gyro. "Oh, there's a pretty good reason for that. Wouldn't expect to be seeing her around, either" she responds. "She went the way of that one" she says, patting over the Mouse's form in a way that would feel gentle to Gyro, but rather rough to the mouse girl. "Her girl even found a way to get around her little Phoenix trick of reformation. She won't be coming back" she adds with a chuckle. "Though Nadia looks pretty nice with all that extra pudge on her." She then leans back to Breythas as he whispers to her. "Hah! I wouldn't even be able to move if I tried that" she said. "Maybe I'll try sometime in the future, when he's got a lighter load on him." The bird kicks her legs up on the table and yawns again. "I'd like to see one of you two try and get me down, though. I'd wager I'd be something of a challenge to either of you. 'Specially for this bloated one right here. I certainly wouldn't wanna see the poor thing burst open!" she adds with a snicker, patting over Gyro's belly again, before looking back at Breythas.

14:06 Breythas snickers a bit at Glacia as he peers at her, "Are you DARING me to eat you?" the dragon asked with a grin, "I mean... ask and you shall receive..." the drake says as he moves closer towards Glacia, a predatory glint in his eyes as he steps ever closer to the bird, looking down at her. He then stops for a moment, looks at her curiously, "Wait... was that a trick... am I walking into a trap? I feel like this is a trap..."

14:07 Der rolls out from under a table, the tiny griffon having managed to survive the night on the floor. The still somewhat drunk griffon starts the climb up a bar stool to get a new drink

14:11 Gyro Feather bleches again as the last air in the mouses lungs bubbles up and out of his beak. Along with that, the couple of cracks that he had heard and felt meant htat the mouse was finding herself in a much more compact position than before, giving the bird a little more room. The gryphon looks momentarily sad about that though, as things are explained to him. She'd been a good friend, and well, part of him had wanted to be the one to do the deed himself. He lets out a long sigh as he feels his prey finally go still. Glacia's next claim rouses his interst some though. He leans in and takes a sniff of her feathers before grining over at breythas. "Well, if you wont take her I will. And before you argue...how about a little wager. If I get her, you have to quit making those eyes I see you making at me, for at least a week, not goad other people into trying to gulp me, and not trying yourself."

14:14 Cute Little Mouse 's form makes *gloop*. . . . *glump*. . . . *glorp!*. . . . Soon, the former cute little mouse is hardly recognizable as a mouse anymore. There's a pair of shiny earrings and scraps of cloth all floating in a soup of melting fur, meat, and bone.

14:15 < Bryce Daeless> [sub]Oh hey, I got back just in time for the end, did I?[/sub]

14:15 Breythas briefly considers this proposal, and then tries to think of a counter offer, "Well it's not a bet if I don't stand to win something... well how about this one: if I get her, you have to spend the next week wearing a sign that says 'food bird' around your neck. And yes - you do still have to come around to visit on occasion,"

14:15 Glacia Wintergale doesn't budge at first, chuckling after he stops. "Well, if it's a trap, it's not mine. Though, you'd be pretty vulnerable if you ate me within biting distance of our filled up little friend here" she said. "Might be easier if you shoved me down your cock or something, but I wouldn't know, never had one of those to try it with" she added, before noticing Gyro sniffing over her. She had a sweet, wintery scent as one might expect, her white feathers practically glistening in the light. "Oh? So you are up to the task after all? Hehe. Still would need a good stroke of luck, I'm a bit tougher to get down than Skylar was." Even though she was out to lose here, she had to admit it was kind of entertaining to see a competition rise over her head.

14:21 Gyro Feather thinks on it for a second, and then offers Brey a talon, sliding it around Glacia. "Deal, but you gotta at least help me get her started. Cant really see if I can fit her down, if she up and runs away can we?" He says, with a grin. "If not, of course, I'll help you the same." The gryphon flicks his tail back and forth and turns his head back up to address teh cute white bird. "Oh...well I hope that's the case. I bet she just let her girlfriend eat her up. Its not as fun without a little bit of wiggling."

14:23 Breythas chuckles and takes Gyro's talon, "It's a deal," he says, turning back to Glacia for a moment then back to Gyro looking curiously, then back to the bird, "Though, I feel like I'm missing something here... you're both being surprisingly casual about this..."

14:32 Glacia Wintergale shrugs a bit. "Well, I figured I didn't have to start running yet. Besides, I'm still not convinced either of you two can actually do it. I'll make my escape if things get serious" she boasts, with a smirk.

14:36 Gyro Feather releases that handshake to then wrap his claws around Glacia, just to ensure she doesnt get too many ideas about escaping. "Well Brey, its not like I know her, she just knows a friend...ex friend... of mine. And, if a meal offers itself up to you, well, who am I to turn down such lovely feathers, even if soon they'll be swabbing out a pipe," the gryphon explains. Meeting Glacia's eyes, he runs his tongue over his beak.

14:37 Der finally makes it the the bar and goes hunting for a drink!

14:38 Breythas steps up behind Glacia, gripping her by the shoulders while Gyro claims the front of the other avian. Breythas leans down and starts lightly licking Glacia's head, just wondering what she tastes like anyway. He then remarks to Gyro, "You know, if we both start eating her at the same time... well I guess it depends on which stomach she ends up in right?"

14:47 Glacia Wintergale turns to Gyro as he grabs her, bringing her other hand over to try and pull him off. She squints a bit and grunts as she watches him, before turning as Breythas licks her, getting a taste of that light peppermint that accentuated her flavor. "Agh! Gross!" she said, feeling some of the saliva stick onto her feathers. She started looking a bit more nervous hearing about that tug-of-war esque idea.

14:49 Gyro Feather looks past her to meet brey's eyes and licks his beak once again. "If you want, though you better back off when we meet, or I'm going to be a very fat bird to start off this New Year," he teases. HIs attention focuses back on Glacia, and the talons drift up over the back of her neck towards her head, only t foind her tugging at them. He fights against them, interlocking his talons. Then, not wishing to delay it any further, he suddenly pulls down, and gapes his beak open wide, hoping that hte sudden motion is enough to force the avian down into his humid beak, where his mouth could dig in to secure her compliance.

14:52 Breythas grins at Gyro, "Would you even be able to fit me at this point?" the dragon asks, but it seems that was enough. As Breythas watches Gyro shove his fellow avian in head first, Breythas sighs, "Not... gonna be able to get at her from this angle... eh, I'll let you have her..." he remarks, letting out a yawn, "But yeah - bet's a bet, one week I will make no attempts at eating you or getting you eaten, assuming you finish the job," the dragon says, stepping back to watch the show. He was also starting to look kind of tired - seems like he has been up late.

14:58 Glacia Wintergale lets out a loud squawk as she's unable to keep her head pressing back, soon finding her beak already poking down the Gryphon's gullet. She grumbles and thrashes left and right, wings spreading out a bit behind her. Seemed as though she got a little bit too cocky with her patience here. Gyro would get a good taste of her sweet, yet savory flavoring, the bird seeming like a delightful treat to end off the holidays with. She was definitely a fighter, but she couldn't pull herself back out without the help of her hands, which were pretty successfully pinned down.

15:04 Gyro Feather slides backwards, half stepping off of the bench and pulling Glacia down with him such that she's laying, and easier to get at. This does, of course make it soe that Brey could get at her hinds a little easier if he went for it. The wings in front of him would find themselves interfering with the table and the side of the bench now as they flail, while the gryphon's talons grip tightly around her shoulders, keeping those forelegs in check. Murring gently, the gryphon swallows, drawing her head down that first entrance to his gullet, where the hot slime smears against her feathers, matting them down, and puling away her lovely flavors.

15:10 Breythas slowly gets to his feet, "Alright, you have fun, I'll just assume you finish... catch you later!"

15:11 Bryce Daeless holds up his phone. "I'll make sure he finishes!"

15:11 < Glacia Wintergale> (Have a good nap~)

15:21 Glacia Wintergale grumbled and thrashed a bit more as her head fully entered Gyro's gullet, feathers sullied by saliva. Her face was assaulted by a load of hot air, with the stench of a now-dead mouse hitting her like a truck as well. "Grah! N-no, changed my mind, let me go, now!" she grumbled, bumping her shoulders away as she tried to break herself from his grip, likely making the process a fair bit more annoying. Her wings did end up knocking the table off to the side, and pushing the booth out a ways as well, possibly setting Gyro's balance off. Another powerful gulp took her chest up into Gyro's beak, shoulders squeezing in tightly, but thoroughly.

15:27 Gyro Feather is already a little drunk, and the way the girl was struggling was not making it very easy for him to get his dessert into his belly, but he was going to try anyways. There's no way he'd survive a week under Brey's dare afterall. As her wings buffet the chair, he is indeed knocked off balance, and as drunk as he is, he's unable to regain it, tumbling backwards. He's got enough grip on her feathers though, that he ensures she follows him that direction while some of the looser ones come free. That momentum ends up helping him though, as her motion forces her a little deeper down his gullet. Shoulders and second shoulders push into that tube, limiting the motion of the wings, and the forelegs, as she moves down to his alchol and mouse filled belly.

15:29 < Muggs> Hold on, is that bird like eating everyone and everything or something?

15:30 < Bryce Daeless> Nah, just eating a couple of patrons. Doubt he could fit any more in there without bursting!

15:30 Der shrugs, glancing at the larger griffon "He is hungry it seems, lucky them and not us!"

15:32 Der glances at Bryce, he wanted to mention that some patrons could also fit, but that is a bad idea

15:32 < Gyro Feather> [sub]Like a muggsy or a Dersy :B[/sub]

15:33 < Gyro Feather> [sub]but only things that could easily fit in his crop :B[/sub]

15:33 < Der> [sub]Or a Norliny[/sub]

15:33 Muggs shoots Der a bit of a glance, "Yaaa, ummm, interesting. And Der and I aren't really that large, and I'm sure that his gastric tract could expanded more. Its not something I want to have first hand experience in though."

15:34 Glacia Wintergale squawks and loses her balance, ending up diving further down Gyro's gullet as a result, the opposite of what she wanted. A good few feathers drop onto the ground, having been torn from her sides as the two fell. Gyro is able to get the tops of her wings into his maw, keeping her from causing any more chaos with them. "Grrahh!" she yells, soon finding her belly sliding further inside, Gyro able to lick around there and get some of the sweeter parts of her flavor. Before long, she was in all the way up to her rear, that tail of hers sticking high up in the air as it went up and down, legs kicking in desperation.

15:39 Der glances at Muggs "Yea... may have wanted to not point that out"

15:40 Muggs gave Der an odd glance, "The otter was clearly mistake, I was just giving a correction. No harm in that." Clearly what the bird was trying to get at had went directly over his head.

15:41 Gyro Feather 's crop expands out with her head as her weight forces her down deep inside, but there's enough energy there that her head punches right on through that closed sphincter down towards his stomach. Past there, the stench of the digesting mouse, covered in a thick layer of bile, is all the more prevalent, carried up towards her nares. NOt wanting to waste an opportunity, the drunken bird sens another couple rippling waves, and forcing the bird's head down against the oily sludge inside[sup][/sup]. His tongue now, could sweep below her pants as she squirms, allowing him access to the sweet mound inside, and the musky flavors contained within. His tongue eagerly explores them as his rate of progress slows, while his belly adjusts to its growing load.

15:48 Der shakes his head and just sips his drink, watching the show

15:49 Muggs watches as well, the ferret getting an odd sense that this should be making him feel, uncomfortable, fearful, some sort of emotion.

15:57 Glacia Wintergale grunts and grumbles, thrashing about inside as much as Gyro's inner walls would let her. As he starts teasing her, she starts to kick her legs even more, whimpering a bit. "Knock it off! Aghh!" she said, hating the fact that this still felt good in a way. The longer he teased her, the more defeated and agitated she felt. This was by far the sweetest bit of Glacia's flavor, almost overwhelmingly so. Now, she surely seemed like a dessert. The gurgling noises and overwhelming heat startled Glacia, still in disbelief that this was really happening. "Just let me go or finish it already, you stupid chicken!" she protested, trying to peck at him from the inside, or scratch him with her claws. It was clear she was humiliated, being presented this way to the whole room now.

16:03 Gyro Feather does gulp around her, but the process of pushing her into the stomach is a slow one. Her head is pushed down into the sludge, sliding up against the half digested flesh of the mouse, which gives underneath the pressure. His tongue continues to explore the longer he remains there, though upon hearing her words, he tips his beak up and deliberately turns it around, showing off the lovely bird butt to the entertained crowd. His tail waggles exictedly, as that rump steadily recedes. It takes about five minutes but finally that tongue withdraws as her butt falls out of reach, leaving only the pair of kicking legs, and swishing tail feathers, outside the bird.

16:04 Der gives a little bird whistle at the nice bird butt!

16:07 Muggs gives Der a look. "Is it common for you birds to cannibalize yourselves or something?"

16:08 Bryce Daeless snorts. "What, a peacock gryphon eating a frost phoenix is cannibalism?"

16:09 Der nods, "I agree with the otter, completely different species!"

16:09 Muggs nod nods, "Good point, I just have a bad habit of thinking of non-ferals as related. Because you know, a non-feral was a human. And that was it."

16:12 Glacia Wintergale whimpers a bit as the teasing finally comes to an end. "Had enough fun for the day?" she said, grumbling as she suddenly finds herself being gulped down again, realizing that spending more time partially outside wouldn't have necessarily been a bad thing. It was all downhill from here for Gyro, now. A couple long, powerful gulps would slurp those legs up like long noodles, and he would have a chance to bite over her feet to make them clench, making them easy to swallow down as well. The already sizeable bulge in the Gryphon's gut had grown quite massive now, as Glacia's head and upper torso began to arrive in its destination, the bird slowly curling up in the tight confines.

16:19 Gyro Feather 's stomach actually begins to ache as he feels more of her body pressing inside, growing it out to an impressive bulk. He even has to use his talons to push down on her legs now, to steadily feed her spindly legs into his gullet. This whoel things brings out a pained whine that sounds around the poor bird, drowning out even the gurgling and the thumping of his heart. Still with a bit more work, he poses for Bryce, forcing all of Glacia inside. His beak click shuts and he closes his eyes, swallowing hard. His talon feels over the bulge in his neck, which moves ever so slowly down to his belly as she's forced to curl around the hunk of mouse meat that roomed with her.

16:21 Der smirks "It's looks like the colorful griffon bit off more then he could handle"

16:23 Bryce Daeless taps his thumb against the phone's screen with a short nod, closing the capture. "All right, I guess that's that! I'll make sure Brey gets a hold of that. Well done, I didn't think you had it in you."

16:29 Glacia Wintergale eventually ends up fully curled up, pressed tightly between Gyro's fleshy inner walls and the still-melting dead mouse meat. A lot of the acid from it already starts to sink into her feathers, some of them sizzling away. Her skin starts to feel tingly as well. "Damn it... Argh!" she called, struggling and thrashing out as much as the space around her lets her. Unfortunately, this only stirs up the acids, making more of them splash over her form, coating her much more thoroughly. Everything she did to protest would only make her case worse, but her anger blinded her to that fact. ''Okay, joke's over, let me out now!"

16:38 Gyro Feather gasps as he feels her begining to really push hard against his already taut flesh. It does not give much to her motions, but it is causing the bird some major discomfort. He groans loudly and brings one of his claws to a ball, before hitting his stomach hard, drawing a squawk of pain from him, but hopefully making his point to the creature inside. "Ugh...stop that. I coudlnt bring you up even if I wanted to. You said you wanted to be bird chow anyways," he sponds to her, letting his voice boom loudly around her. The bird looks around, and tries to roll onto his feet...but finds he's rather stuck on the floor. "Uhh...do...one of yall think that maybe you can help me over to teh couch? I'd hate...to be a tripping hazard to anyone." The gryphon looks over at Bryce and offers him a pleasant smile.

16:41 Bryce Daeless rolls his eyes with a theatrical sigh. "Urgh, all right, so long as someone else is going to help? I can't drag him all on my own, not with that much meat inside him..."

16:42 Der raises a claw "I will help! Although I may just pull out a feather" he chirps, sticking his tongue out

16:49 Bryce Daeless grumbles, pulling the gravid gryphon by a claw over towards the couches, eventually managing to get him tucked up beside one. "I'm not lifting you up, though. Rather not break my back just because you got greedy."

16:56 Glacia Wintergale lets out a much louder squawk than the gryphon, feeling a huge wave of pain in a few of her mostly bare patches of skin. "Aggghhh...!" she called, just shaking a bit for now. She needed to pool her energy for a bit if she was to attempt to struggle again. Her fingertips and toes all began to feel numb, starting to peel away under the assault of the enzymes. The stench of the dead rabbit, as well as the texture of the meat rubbing against Glacia made her feel disgusted and deeply disturbed, cursing herself for letting this happen. Should have just left when she had the chance...

17:01 Gyro Feather winces as he feels the floors pulling at his feathers as he's dragged across it. At least, that new coat of grime might help keep any would be predators at bay while he finishes his meal. As he's dropped in front of the couch, the gryphon looks over at Bryce with a thankful grin and nods. "W-well thank you for getting me this far at least. " He digs his claws into the cushions and manages, with some effort, to scramble on top of the couch, though one of the sections has half fallen off. As he does so, he curls a wing down around his belly and strokes the form as the motions have begun to die down. "Yes, thats it, accept your place now~" He coos softly. The soft rolling of the stomach, and the tight pressure helps to ensure that the fluid squelches down between her legs too, pushing some of its oily chunky fluid into her nethers to help eat her from the inside. then glances over at the bar and waves at Muggs and Der. "Would one of you two kindly bring me something to drink? I...really neat it at this point."

17:07 Glacia Wintergale grumbles again and thrashes out at Gyro's stomach walls again. "I'll never accept it... I'll get you for this, I swear it!" she says, gasping at the mercy of the hot, humid air. Before long, bones would start to stick out, flesh peeling away from them as acids seeped deeper and deeper into her flesh. She cawed out in pain, wimpering a bit, feeling as the meat around her also began to dissipate into a thick slurry of nutrients. The smell of the alcohol combined with the melting flesh and enzymes was fairly overpowering, making Glacia almost gag at several points. She began to feel dizzy, not really knowing how much time she had left.

17:08 Der grins and grabs a shot glass full of vodka, hauling it over to the fat griffon and holding it over his talons "Here! Let me know if you want more~"

17:14 Gyro Feather squawks as he feels the next burst of activity, one he thought was long over with, but at least this time it seems to be a less rambunctious than the first as his belly had gone to work on her muscles. His stomach responds in kind, sending rolling waves of powerful squeezes, working to contain her rather tightly curled body, and scraping bones across the flesh, opening up further avenues for his juices to get to work. He's panting hard by the time the tiny gryphon flutters over to him, and he gladly snatches the glass out of the air, and shoots it, sending the bitter liquid, and another mouthful of air down towards his stomach, giving the frost bird a prolonged breath of fresh air.

17:17 Der hovers nearby, talons out stretched "May I have the glass back so I can get you a refill?"

17:21 Gyro Feather nods his head and hands the shot back up towards the helpful griffon.

17:23 Glacia Wintergale finds herself particularly low on energy after a short while, and before long, her muscles are so far gone that she can't even move anymore. The pain was a lot less now that the vast majority of her nerves had been severed, but as soon as that alcohol poured on top of her, what nerves were still there cried in agony, making Glacia whimper some more. Her organs began to melt away, much of her insides spilling out into the mix. After a few more minutes, her head fell down below the acids, almost drowning before succumbing to the destructive burning. With a final groan and whimper, she fell limp, just a bunch of meat being processed, no different than that of the former mouse that she quickly became nearly indistinguishable from.

17:24 Der takes the heavy glass in his talons and flutters back to the bar for another shot full, although unknowing to the griffon he was going to give it to, switching to everclear like liquor

17:30 Gyro Feather sighs as he feels his belly finally settling down, letting out a massive burp as that bird too becomes nothing more than meat in his belly. As her bones snap, things become just a little more comfortable for the gryphon, though his stomach probably could not fit much of anything at this point. "Oooh, she was a fiesty one, thats for sure. Anyone wanna give a feel? Though she's not much struggling anymore."

17:36 Der comes back to the large, stuffed griffon, carrying another shotglass full of very strong drink "It was a very good show! "

17:40 Gyro Feather takes this second shotglass and downs it as well, but, shortly after, he begins to cough hard, and drops the glass to the ground. "Ugh...I dont remember it being that strong before..." He groans, b efore turning to look up at the bird. "That...was vodka right?"

17:42 Der smirks and nods his head "Yep, figured you could use something strong after such a large meal!" his tiny head looks down for where the glass landed

17:45 Gyro Feather growls at the gryphon, thinking he can feel the burning down even in his crop, where the thin fleshy barrier easily begins to absorb such a large amount of alcohol dispite his heaqvy meal. "Ugh...Just vodka..." he says, feeling a fuzzyness begining to return to his head once more.

17:48 Der flutters down to floor, landing next to the fallen shot glass, grabbing hold of it, with a shrug "Hey, you just said you wanted a drink! Not what type of drink!"

17:54 Gyro Feather lets out a soft groan and drags a talon down his head. "Actually...why dont you just get me a glass of water...That might be better, little bird."

18:00 Der chuckles "Giving up so soon, okay!" with that he took back off with the tiny glass, making his way back to the bar. A minute later he flutters back to the larger griffon, stopping to wave at the dragon on his way and lands on Gyro Feather's distended belly "One glass of water, as requested!"

18:03 Kaiser Gren narrowed his eyes at Der, making his way towards the over stuffed griffon, not giving him much attention. "I would think this establishment would be above allowing pests in here." He drones to anyone who would listen.

18:08 Gyro Feather raises an eyebrow at the tiny shot of water that the gryphon brought back to him and then makes a swipe with his claw. "Thats not enough, blast you," he growls, rather ungratefully, and knocks it over rather than actually drinking the bit brought to him, though his coordination is off, and he has trouble hitting the bird. He then turns towards Kaiser and shrugs his shoulders. "You think thats bad, there was a mouse in here earlier."

18:12 Kaiser Gren raised his eye ridges in faked horror. "They really need to clean up their standards! Creatures like that are just so irritating. Just yammering away, asking you please not to hurt or eat them. If I my way, we would just round them all up and throw them into a nice greenhouse of carnivorous plants and creatures that would make quick work of them. It would really be fun to watch." The dragon shook his head in sorry, "But I know, creatures your size need a food source, and thus if you don't eat, I con't eat you."

18:13 Der fluttered away from the swiping sharp claw, abandoning his glass and letting the larger griffon hit it, spilling the small amount over his belly. The tiny griffon hasn't had nearly as much to drink and could easily dodge and claws, paws and talons trying to hit him "So ungrateful!" he chirps with a huff , before turning to the dragon "Yea, mice are pretty common to see here" he chirps, ignoring the implication, he has heard it plenty

18:21 Kaiser Gren swooshes a talon lazily at Der, the dragon looking annoyed. "Oh, and what makes you better, fly?" He muttered, looking irritated. And give me a reason not to kill you now. The dragon spoke so casually, it didn't even seem like he was joking. But his expression was simply just calm

18:22 Gyro Feather continues to swip at the dodging little bird till he's out of reach of his claws. "Ya wll...I think you're doing this on purpose. Just like you gave me that shot of everclear, when you knew well what I wanted." Gyro then raises an eyebrow and turns to look at Kaiser. "You should just go ahead and eat em."

18:23 Der quickly avoids the large swipe, and flutters a bit farther away from the dragon and the gryphon batting at him. "Because I am a griffon, which means I am obviously better then a mouse, just ask our fat friend here!" he chirps out with a smirk

18:28 Kaiser Gren slowly licked his broad lips, leaving a sheen of saliva. "No, I would have suggested you give a better answer. Now how about you just fly down my throat and save me the trouble of catching you? Creatures like you are all like insects. Worthless except for the combined weight of all your's bodies and the substance it provides to creatures like this gryphon here. I just ate or I'd suggest you fly down his throat and I just eat him, but that would be a little to much for me."

18:34 Der rubs his beak, paying close attention to the dragon's movements "You know, not that I am wanting to fly down any throats, but that griffon may at least feel me when he swallows, since I am apparently worthless to you~ And it would deprive you of what you want." he chirps, sticking his tongue out

18:36 Gyro Feather snorts at this and looks between teh two of them as they discuss. "Sure, little birdy, I probably couldnt fit you in my belly anyways, leaving you safe and secure in my crop," he reponds with a half smile. Of course, only till enough room freed up.

18:39 Kaiser Gren looks down at what seemed to be a speck flitting about before his massive eyes, "Because your irritating. And I really just want to shut you up."

18:41 < Der> (Going to be slow for a mintue, eating)

19:14 Der blinks, glances at the fat Gyro bird and shrugs his tiny shoulders

19:15 Moira Clockenhare walks and sit on a stool nearby, her finger digging into the wood of the counter as she took a few glances to the patrons around her.

19:17 Gyro Feather snickers at Der, and shrugs hsi shoulders back. "Still willing to keep you safe in my crop if you want."

19:19 Der narrows his eyes at the larger griffon "That may be a good offer... if there was something dangerous nearby and if I didn't just see you eat two, which left you unable to move!" a devilish smirk comes to his beak as he flutters infront of the large belly "You still are pretty much stuck there, right~?

19:24 Gyro Feather rolls his eyes at the gryphon, though when drunk he seems to be having difficulty with the motion, as it leaves him feeling dizzy. He gestures the tiny birb over here to land on his belly once more. "I mean..I could maybe move if I wanted to...but I see no reason right now."
2018-01-01 19:30] *Der cautiously flutters in closer and perches ontop of the large blue hill of Gyro Feather's belly, "Lazy gryphon you are!"

19:36 Gyro Feather reaches up to swipe at Der, but his belly is taller than his claws can easily reach. "I'm not lazy, I'm working real hard right now."

19:39 Der rolls his eyes, watching the swipe fall short "Yea, it really looks like it, you just laying on your back!" the tiny griffon glances backwards and smirks "So how much do you like those pretty tail feathers?"

19:45 Gyro Feather raises an eyebrow at the gryphon's questions, and then that look of confusion turns to one of horror as he flicks his tail and tries to tuck it away beneath the couch cushions, but he's not really i much of a position to protect it. "D-dont touch my pretty tail feathers! You'll be sorry."

19:50 Der grins widely and takes off from the griffon's stomach and slowly hovers backwards, along Gyro Feather's body, "I'll be sorry? It doesn't seem like you can do much~" he chirps, teasingly before landing next to where the large trail feathers were badly hiding, tucked part way under a cushion "Most of the feathers I have I simple found, naturally lost I assume, but I will make an exemption for one of these, they are pretty!" with that, he pounces the larger griffon's tail, ready for the challenge of trying to pluck one free!

19:56 Gyro Feather is momentarily distracted from the small bird to offer a wave to the chocobo who's taken up residence in the couch next door. Thats soon brought back to focus by the mean little bird who's speakign to him once more. Gyro can just barely see withere the little white creature has landed and gives a kick with his hind leg, attempting to hit him. He misses and curses loudly, flitting that tail back and forth as Der latches on to it. "N-no! Leave those be! They take forever to grow back!"

20:05 Der snorts, seeing the kick miss by a tiny mile, he had latched on tightly to the end of the large gryphon's tail, wrapping both his hind legs and wings around it's length and securing himself quite well, allowing his forelegs complete freedom to tug at that large feather as the tail flopped and flipped around. Grabbing at the base of the large feather, the tiny griffon tugs hard, trying to tear it free. After a few seconds of trying to pull it free, he stops, almost seeming to have given up, however Gyro Feather soon felt a strong pull, the tiny bird grabbing the feather in his beak also and pulling upward with hall the upper body strength he had.

20:10 Gyro Feather lashes his tail hard, trying to get the little bird off of him, he even slaps himself in the belly with it, though his much softer gut, mostly gives underneath the force of the pressure. Gyro kicks again, but finds it rather difficult to coordinate his tail and his hinds in his drunken haze. THere comes a shout as pain shoots up from his tail, with the littel bird pulling at his feathers, and then victorious, he feels it stop. "Hah, too much for you isnt it? Just give up, and I wont eat y--eeeeeeeep!" Those words become a screech as even more pain shoots through his body when Der tries to remove that feather embeded so deep in his flesh. "S-Stop that!"

20:21 Der was certainly working for his prize, betting slammed around by the large tail, luckily, mostly into the couch and the griffon's soft belly, even then though those impacts were light, he was going to be sore the next day. Ignoring the threat, since Gyro Feather wasn't ever going to be able to grab him, he pulled hard. The gryphon's loud screech only cemented the fact that he was almost there, pulling his head back, his beak biting hard into the base of the feather he tore it free from the poor gryphon's tail. With the large feather in his beak, he loosened his grip on the tail, falling on the floor near the rear side of the pretty bird.

20:28 Gyro Feather screeches even louder as he finally feels a sharp pain as that feather comes free, leaving his throbbing tail bleeding from the spot where that feather had been. He glowers at the smaller bird, who now had his feather in beak, and in his thrashign due to the pain, ends up rolling right off the couch, to crash down onto the floor, including pinning the little bird beneath his hind legs and the ground. "Look what you made me do, you dumb creature, and tis going to be months before I'm back to three as well!" He growls.

20:39 Der laughs loudly around the feather in his beak, he was victorious! Or at least so he thought, free from the larger gryphon's reach! That was until he saw the shadow around him, and glaceing up, the back side of the Gyro Feather coming right for him. Scurrying to his feet, he tried to dash out of the way, but was too late, the heavy hind legs landing squarely on top of him, painfully smashing the tiny bird into the club floor, knocking the air out of him. Coughing and squirming under the weight of larger gryphon, he couldn't hope to respond, and only try to struggle free with his prize, which was proving to be a challenge.

20:47 Gyro Feather gurnts as he hits the club floor and feels teh lump beneath his hip. Deliberately, the gryphon begins to use his weight to grind the little bird against the floor to ensure that he learns his lesson. Then, Gyro slowly wiggles backwards, towards Chazlori, sliding his body down over Der, and ensuring that th elittle white thing doesnt get the opportunity to get away. Its not till Der is against his chest that he finllay reaches a talon down to fish him out from beneath the warm fluff.

20:57 Der thought the impact was enough, be things were apparently just getting started, he grits his beak, the heavy and muscular side rubbing over his tiny body, painfully pushing his into the hard and cold floor. The motions of the tiny griffon under the larger gryphon got more panicked the longer that Gyro Feather slid his body against and over him, he could tell the gryphon was moving as he was getting closer to his front side, which was very bad. He unfortunately didn't get more then a couple inches closer to Gyro's side before he hit the floofy chest feathers and found large talons roughly grabbing him. Blinking his eyes in the light, he found himself staring face to face with the gryphon he just plucked, his tail feather still in head beak. Letting out a meek chirp, he opens his beak dropping it "You can have it back?"

21:05 Gyro Feather glares daggers at the little bird who now was trapped in his claws, held before his face. His double feathered tail swishes behind him, whiel a dull pain continued to througb. The gryphon snorts at Der's offer and takes the proffered feather. "This? What am I supposed to do with this now?: He demands, and then takes the feather. He shoves it, shaft first into the smaller gryphon's beak, and then continues to press. Today Gyro's feathers lack his familiar preenign oil taste, as he'd not had a chnace to groom before he'd stumbled into the club this morning. "Take it, after all, you stole it," he declares, as he tries to work it down Der's gullet.

21:13 Der knew that he was in fact in big trouble, staring at the face infront of him, full of anger. His eyes go wide as the feather is shoved into his beak, surprised he doesn't know what to do and reflexively swallows, helping it part way down his throat, the tip of it poking into his crop and his beak full of the feather, tasting it's stale and someone dirty taste. Finally coming to his senses with what was going on, he clamps his beak closed, trying to grab the feather and stop it from being pressed own any farther, that feather was big. The tiny griffon tries to say something incomprehensible through the full throat and shakes his head.

21:16 Gyro Feather moves one of his talons up to squeeze the tips of his digits into the pressure point at the jaw to force Der to open that beak once again. He continues to apply the pressure, attempting to force the tall flavorless dirty thing all the way down the other's gullet, though that stiff quill would certainly be uncomfortable to deal with.

21:22 Der struggled more, uselessly fighting against the gryphon's talons as his beak was forced open and the feather got shoved deeper into his body. The hard quill stabbing against the inside of his crop, causing jolts of pain through the tiny griffon, until it finally found the exit of his crop and was found the easy path to his stomach. The tiny bird had no choice but to swallow as the feather was forced into his beak, whimpering.

21:26 Gyro Feather works that entire feather in between the tiny creature's beak, no matter how difficult it become sto get down. He has that pressure point locked up, only relasing it when the last of that purple feather has entirely disapeared. He grins down at his little victimm and says, "Well, you were trying to collect it, now there's no way that I'll get a chance to take it away from you," he says with a dry smile. "But, I'm not sure that this is punishment enough."

21:34 Der twitched in pain as the end of the feather found his stomach, pressing into the fleshy walls and not stopping, still being forced down his throat by the cruel talons he was being held in. Luckily the feather gave before his stomach did, the shaft bending and curling in his stomach. By the time the purple had disappeared inside of him, his beak was bone dry and throat scratched by the barbs of the feather being forced down it. His small eyes were wet with tears, his head weakly looks up, only to hear the taunting words dash the last bit of hope he had, opening his beak, he could only force out a dry croak in protest.

21:40 Gyro Feather opens his beak wide, and holds it there for a long minute, letting der stare down his beak, while the smell of his two digesting occupants blasts out over his face. Streching his tongue forward, that long tongue runs up across the creature's body, stripping his flavor and replacing it with an oily drool. "So then, are you ready for your next journey?" Gyro asks, before steadily pushing him towards that beak. Once he's entirely inside, the tongue curls aroun dhis form and the hard keritain snaps shut, sealing him away in that stinking darkness.

21:48 Der quickly shakes his head in response, looking into the dark beak, walls glistening with saliva, the smell from the gryphon’s breath took a couple seconds to hit him, making his face curl and cough. The tiny bird squirms in Gyro Feather's grasp as his tongue reaches out and licks over him, coating him in a thick layer of drool and further pulling his feathers the wrong direction. Hearing the question, he opened his beak, and after a few attempts managed to get out a 'No...." of course that wouldn't stop his trip, soon finding himself surrounded in darkness and the beak snapped closed. He tries to fight back against the muscle curling around him, but stops with a sudden twitch, the feather inside him shifting painfully.

21:58 Gyro Feather rumbles out a purr as he feels the taste of one more treat hitting his beak, likely the last thing he'll be able to fit down this evening before his belly clears everything away. The tongue prods the tiny bird around, and upon figuring out that certain spots seem to cause the little bird to react in strange ways, gyro seems to deliberately focus on them. He prods his tongue hard into the bird's belly, causing the curled feather to poke in all sorts of uncomfortable ways on the other's insides. Meanwhile, hot drool dribbles down constantly on him, saturating his feathers with the scent of the bird's breath.

22:07 Der felt the purr reverberate through his body, shaking him to the core. The tiny griffon had been in the club since last night and tasted like it, he had many drinks soaked into his feathers, predominant tasting like champagne. Although under all that was his natural griffon oils. The tiny griffon twitch and kicked out in pain and the tongue pressed on him, forcing the end of the feather into his abused stomach, and knocking the air out of him, forcing him to inhale the foul stench that surrounded him and was soaking into his body and the tongue ran over him. After a particularly hard poke, the tiny bird cried out in pain, echoing around in the beak and took and bite into the squishy tongue.

22:13 Gyro Feather winces and reflexively swallows as that bird bites down into his tongue, hard enough to draw some blood. Afterwards, he can taste the metallic taste leaking out from the cut, while he clenches his eyes shut. A talon traces the bulge though, as its shoved down his gullet towards his crop, bringing the little bird ever closer to that belly that churned eagerly with his meals from the earlier in the day. In that spot, while safe fro mthe direct assault of his stomach, the caustic fumes of his overgorged belly still leaked through the end sphincter, along with the occasional bit of backwash of acids.

22:24 Der felt the tongue curl back, pressing him into a large and deafening gulp grab that hold of him right after he bit into the gryphon’s tongue, the tiny griffon instantly knowing the mistake he made. The tongue's poking was almost gentle compared to the throat as it squeezed in on him, curling his tiny form up into a ball of saliva and feathers, forcing the feather in his gut to nearly tear through his stomach. By the time the small griffon landing in the roomy crop, he was writhing in pain. Pain that wasn't helped after he took a breath of thick, humid and slightly acidic air, Gyro Feather obviously having some heart burn from his meals. Laying on his back and clutching his gut, Der tried to catch his breath, only to start dry heaving from the stench, his throat and stomach screaming out as they tried and failed to vomit up the tail feather.

22:38 Gyro Feather 's crop squeezes around the small bird, though the muscular sack's far more roomy at least, than that gullet had been as he was squeezed dwon. Still though, some of that backwash is worked up into his feathers and fur, and sticks to him far better than it had to the walls of the crop. Still though, the larger gryphon is largely unaware of the bird now, as his head moves to get his bearings. He looks up at the two nearest couches, and sure enough, they're both still occupied at the moment, one with Chazori, and the one he'd been at, filled with Miranda. Letting out a long sigh, he rolls over, still unable to get himself to his feet. "Ugh...that bird was way too much..." he grumbles to himself.

22:47 Der groans and the crop works around him, loosely kneading at the small morsel and covering him in the crop's fowl fluids, replacing the comparatively tame saliva with it. Still, as weak and it was just being backwash, he would have probably been fine staying in that crop of some time. The tiny griffon got reminded that he was just a passenger in the larger gryphon as gravity shifted in the sack, leaving him face down in the crop, and getting a taste of it. Shuddering, the griffon kicks against the fleshy walls, rolling himself back over.

23:00 Gyro Feather had been just about to give up on finding a spot to sleep off his meal when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he sees Chazori swept up off of the couch. Seizing the opportunity presented, the gryphon quickly moves to claim her spot. afterall, by the look of things, likely the chocobo wont be around to protest this soon enough. It takes a couple attempts, and leaves one of the cushions laying on the ground beside it, but finally the bird manages to scrabble on top. All the while, the shifting motions causes the location of down for Der to sway beneath him. Finally with a huff, he rolls on to his back, and closes his eyes. A talon, meanwhile pats gently at his crop.

23:07 Der felt everything sway and move as the gryphon he was in struggled to get himself on a couch, and of course as the larger creature rolled, he struggled to spin himself around again, the exertion making his stomach complain. Feeling the heavy pats, squishing him against the thick walls, he kicked back with his hinds, taking a deep breath cried out "Hasn't this been punishment enough?!" unsure he his tiny voice could even be heard.

23:15 Gyro Feather could hear the birds complaints sort of, but did not really care about him at this point. Afterall, once you disapeared behind a bird's beak, the only way you're getting back up is through a mass of feathers and bones. And plus, with all the alcohol, and then energy being sucked away by his gurgling belly, his eyes were feeling pretty heavy. Der can hear the thumping of the heart steadily getting slower as he drifts off towards unconsciousness. Finally the griffon passes out and begins to snore. Eventually, his crop would move Der into his belly automatically, once enough space had freed up that he'd be able to comfortably fit.

11:50 Gyro Feather tosses and turns most of the night on that couch, as his belly slowly churns away at that mass of meat in his belly, softening it up and rounding out the many bulges that his couple of large preys had graced him with. His belly itself produces an organic symphony within him that could be heard by anyone nearby as his stomach gurgles and glorps around the hunks of meat as liquids slosh past them, while occasional growl sounds out and the occasional snapping of bones adds a lovely stacato. The overtones of purring and cooing can be heard among them as well, as a manifestation of the pleasurable feelings the sleeping catbird enjoyed.
Eventually that stomach begins to shrink though, stifled only momentarily when the hunk of tiny gryphon is forced into his belly, but that is quickle stripped of meat as well, and rendered into the soupy chyme. All that liquid slides down into his intestines, where the useful bits are absorbed, and applied to Gyro's hips and thighs, plumping htem out incredibly.

11:52 Gyro Feather wakes up finally though, feeling the groggy throbbing of a headache, no doubt from partying too much, even on into nye years day. His eyes slowly open as he surveys the room, and they barely even get to take in their surroundings before he realizes that there's a couple of incredibly urgent needs that he very much needs to fulfil. He hops off the couch, feeling his heavy belly swaying beneath him, while a large lump of something shows both on top of his chest, and down in his abdomin. He rushes on over ot the bathrooms and forces the doors open, stepping inside.'

11:56 Gyro Feather lets loose a blast of gas nearly the instant he steps into the bathrooms, causing him to wince, as he squeezes his tail hole even tighter to keep the tide held back. The smell is meaty and sulfuric, and the pressure ins intense as the sludgy contents beat at his backdoor to get free. The gryphon makes his way over to the nearest stall, and hops back up onto the seat. He lifts his tail and closes his eyes. There, he allows that sphincter to relax and feels an instant relief. Thick brown logs quickly extrude from his pucker, rimmed in dark cracks that covered its surface. The masses are thick, nearly as thick as his forearm, and leave his tailhole positively aching as they shove forth from that blue pucker. The first length presses out about half a foot, before he feels the weight suddenly release, as it splits, and falls down into the water with a loud plop.A few more series of plops sound as further sludgy useless remains of his three guests force their way out of him. Every so often there's a low rumble as air presses forth, only to quickly replaced. While the first bit was relatively stiff and had only a little odor to it, that soon gave way, as his belly shrunk, to a more chunky loose variety that, while coming out as one mass, very quickly spreads out on the pile to cover more of the gunk. As he lets loose, that mass in his abdomen steadily shrinks, until finally its all gone.
He grunts a couple times, and shakes his tail. Giving himself a quick wipe he turns to inspect his handiwork. Just as expected, the pile looks to be about a third of his own weight, and the final chunky runny bits had slid down to help cover up some of the imperfections the first half of the pile had made, adding a foul stench to the air. Among the brown there are no feathers, fur, clothing, or any hint that what had been eaten was a bunch of fruit and a rather large steak dinner. He sighs in relief, and nods his head. Still though, that's only one of his problems taken care of.
A pain in his abdomen reminded him that he really really needed to take a leak. He stands up before the mound and lifts a leg, using it to aim down the commode at the mess. A bright yellow stream hits the mound and sprays outwards, while yellow brown rivers ran down the pile of mud, forming rivers and canyons till a moat grew up around it. It takes him a couple minutes to finally free himself of all that, but when he does, he pulls the lever, and turns around, not bothering to watch as the rest of his prey swirl down the drain.

11:58 Gyro Feather wanders on over to the sink, and closes his eyes, feeling at the large mass that now filled his crop, one final parting gift from the three amigos who'd formed his New Years dinner. This was one of the larger bulges he'd have to deal with, and it takes a little bit of effort for him to begin to fish it out, but finally that lump begins to move. Steadily it spreads out his neck feathers as its pushed up, leaving the bird coughing and yawning over the porcelain as he feels the uncomfortable bulge rise. The first thing one could see pushing free is a mixture of white and grey feathers, interlaced with brown fur and yellow hair, all held together by thick globules of drool. As more of that bitter pellet came forth from that beak and fell into view though, an onlooker would be able to see a cracked skull of a rodent, with eye sockets filled with more of the same. Little bits of bone, including a fragmented hip show along the surface, though much of those treasures are buried within the pellet. Occasionally the tattered remains of the mouses blue blouse and white top can be seen, as well as the blue top and fuzzy grey sweats the phoenix had worn. At the tail end of the pellet, it ends with another skull, this one with a dark black beak at the end of it, which is the last thing to come free before the long shape plops down into the sink. The mass itself is about a one and a half feet long and about 2 thirds a foot in diameter, with occasional surface inclusions sticking out past that. While doubtless, there are also signs of the small bird amongst it, he was lost in the shear amount of refuse from the other meals. Gyro scrapes at his tongue a couple times, to get the taste off, and then picks up the slimy mass that sags in his claws and starts to toss it. Just before he does though, he notices a glint. Two lovely golden earrings stare back at him. He pockets them and tosses the rest, before making his way back into the main room.

11:59 Gyro Feather puffs his chest proudly as he enters into the main hall. "There, not only the first predator of the year, in here, but also, first to deposit a guest back where they belong. Well this has been a lovely new years, but I think I must head off." The bird makes his way out the door, strutting, as his new layer of fat jiggles below him.