A Snack Before Late Shift

3 August 2018

22:23 Gyro Feather struts on into the club and finds a spot to take a seat.

22:27 < Ramses Uaithne> Take a seat in a gut

22:51 < Bryce Daeless> Take a seat on Ramses

22:51 < Ramses Uaithne> >=3

22:52 < Bryce Daeless> Or just stay out of arm's reach of him. Lazynoodle only wants people to feed themselves to him

22:55 < Der> smirks, "So flutter just out of reach of Ramses?"

22:55 Casey Dunfur lounges over a couch.

22:56 < Bryce Daeless> Or stand out of reach, if you can't fly.

22:57 < Gyro Feather> To be fair, I think he'll only eat you if you stick your head into hsi mouth

22:57 < Bryce Daeless> That is about the idea I've been getting. On the other hand, even that might not do it. Might need to slide your whole self in there!

22:57 Gyro Feather waves a talon over at the ass, and then takes another sip of his drink. "Evening."

22:59 < Gyro Feather> Well, otters are good at the whole sliding thing. Your fur is already so slippery he wouldnt even need to lube you up first.

23:00 Casey Dunfur returns a wave with a light nod in hello before laying his head back over the armrest.

23:00 < Bryce Daeless> Wow, okay, that's the route we're going, is it?

23:01 Gyro Feather chuckles at Casey and calls over to him, "I wouldnt come in here just to fall asleep, you might not get a chance to wake up again. "

23:02 Casey Dunfur shook his head some. "Just in the wake-up phase." 3rd shift schedule was a pain.

23:02 Der waves to Casey also, just to see if he will lift his head again! Snickering, the griffon looks over to Bryce "Is fur the only part of otters that is always lubed up?"

23:03 Bryce Daeless peers at Der. "You're asking an awfully personal question there, little bird."

23:05 Gyro Feather shrugs his shoulders and finishes off his drink. He then orders a pair of mimosas and makes his way over to the sleepy donky. Taking a seat on a chair across from teh couch, he slides one of the mimosas over to the other. "Well...then I guess you need a little bubbly to perk you up."

23:06 Der shrugs his tiny forelegs "Around here, things get personal quick!"

23:09 Casey Dunfur slowly hauled himself up into a sitting position as he saw the gryph making his way over, giving an amused look before accepting the drink. "Thanks. Had some tea earlier but it's taking a bit for the caffeine to kick in." Taking a sip from the drink, he'd sink back into the cushions behind him while analyzing the flavor.

23:13 Gyro Feather shrugs hsi shoulders and then takes a swig of his own, tasting the bubbly orange flavors that drift across his tongue. "Ya well...tea doesnt really have that much caffiene in it anyways. Might as well try coffee or some other harder stuff."

23:15 Casey Dunfur nodded some. "Maybe." Taking another sip while he rested there. He'd never had a mimosa before. It was alright. Usually he just stuck with the sugary stuff. Tilting the glass up, he'd drain the rest of it down with a few slow gulps before setting the glass down over on a table to the side. "Thanks."

23:18 < Ramses Uaithne> Were we talking about me eating you people while I was distracted?

23:19 < Ramses Uaithne> Or I suppose you people climbing in would be more accurate >__>

23:19 < Bryce Daeless> We were talking about how you don't eat people, more

23:22 Gyro Feather chuckles at the ass as he empties the glass and chugs it down, shaking his head. "Its usually more of a sipping drink at that, one to have with your breakfast...not that they serve anything around here." The drink itself is still plenty sweet and bubbly, thou far less so than things made with cordials at the bar. "So...I think I've seen you here one or two times, but we've never spoken."

23:26 Casey Dunfur made a light nod and reclined back in his seat with his arms loosely rested over his front. "I drop by every now and then and hang out for awhile. Tend to be stuck with odd hours though." Words followed by a light shrug before he continued. "I'm Casey by the way." A yawn caught him about halfway through the sentence before a hand came up to muffle it. "Mmph. Still waking up a bit."

23:30 Der flutters away from the big swat! "Hey! Don't hit little birds! That is mean!"

23:35 Gyro Feather finishes off his own drink, and then begins to yawn in sympathy as the action catches on. "And...I'm not even tired and now I"m doing it too." He finally offers his talon out towards the donkey to shake and offers up, "My name is Gyro."

23:38 Casey Dunfur smiled and leaned over to give a shake, reminded of one of those whirly-top spinning toy things by the name. "They don't call em contagious for nothing I guess." With an amused look, he'd flop back in his seat and look over at the gryph. "So're you hunting tonight or playing prey?"

23:41 < Ramses Uaithne> It onlyu gets old cause you keept not feeding yourself to me =3

23:41 Gyro Feather shrugs his shoulders and slumps back in his chair, before making another glance to the bar, hoping to flag down a waitress for a refill. "Oh...well mostly just hanging around I'd say, though if an opportune little morsel presented itself, I might just go for it. Not really the type to want to expire in someones belly like some of those weirdos."

23:42 < Bryce Daeless> You're not [i]wrong[/i], but you're not convincing me, either!

23:44 < Norlin> [i]scurries into The Gullet, looking around at all the preds lounging about.[/i]

23:44 Casey Dunfur hummed a bit with his tail making a light swish with its end over by a hip. "I hear ya." Eyes drifting over to the empty glass for a moment before turning back to the gryph. "If you were looking to slip off somewhere, I might be able to help ya out a bit." There was a little bit of a tease to his tone but the donk was still kind of slurry with the whole waking up thing lingering around.

23:47 < Norlin> [i]waves back with a small smile.[/i]

23:50 Gyro Feather licks over his beak as he hears Casey Dunfur 's words. "Oh? Are you saying that you might just be that opportune creature looking to slip inside someone tonight?" Intrigued, gyro gets on off of his seat and makes his way over onto the couch, sliding up against the donkey. He runs his claw up over the other's shoudler, and grins eagerly. "I cant say that I'd object~"

00:06 Casey Dunfur smiled with an amused huff and brought an arm around the gryph. "Can't say I'm up for winding up on anyone's hips tonight but...~" Giving a light bump of a hip up against the other's side. "You're kinda cute so I figured I might be able to let ya have a little appetizer if you don't mind getting a little intimate." Down below, there was an equine bulge going along to the side under the donkey's pants.

00:16 Gyro Feather leans into that grip and nestles his soft pink feathers against the other's chest. So close, Casey could certainly smell the fruity scented oils the gryphon used to keep himself smelling as pretty as he looked. There's a flutter of his wings as he feesl the bump, and within it, the swlling shaft in the pants. "Hmmm maybe I could go for an appetizer, though, you know that that only awakens ones real hunger afterwards. You might end up on someone's hips afterall." The bird's claws move down to grope that swelling bulge and fondling it, while he feels his own starting to swell as well.

00:29 Gyro Feather squawks at the sudden jerk as he's pressed onto his back, but soon he finds exactly what he'd been directed too. His tongue darts out over the warm shaft, swirling over the musky tip. That belly feelt heavy against his form as the larger male takes top, pinning him down against the cushion. Between the Bird's legs, he'd find a thick blue sheath, swelling out, andat the very end a little pink bit of flesh was starting to expand. Driven by the the excited thoguhts fluttering around in his mind, He arches his hips upwards slightly, feeling more of his spaded lenght spilling out.

00:35 Casey Dunfur just smiled as he felt the gryph's tongue get to work and gave a push guiding the flare of his length into his beak. Returning some of the attention, a pair of grazer lips wrapped around the tip peeking out and gave it a welcoming slurp of a wide tongue dragging up inside. Taking the sheath along inside, slow gulps squeezed and suckled as the donkey's muzzle smushed down into the package ahead with another huff sending a gust of warmth across his loins. Down below, he'd give another push once that medial ring slipped inside and plunged the length down the other's gullet with a similar smothering of his orbs being brought up over his face. With the pants sliding down over his hips, a swish of his tail whipped through the air behind him and he'd start to slowly buck over him, working it back and forth like a piston while wet glurks and groans muffled with the motions.

00:43 Gyro Feather takes the first quarter of the shaft in stride till it presses against the back of his gullet, before he starts to gag, but only at first. Then he forces himself to relax, like taking in a large prey, allowing the long shaft to press deeper down the tight tunnel of his throat with wet squelches, manage to bring himself all the way up against the other's hips. The tight walls of his throat squeeze around the saft in soft rythmic motions while his own tongue runs up over the heavy orbs. As Casey's tongue drags over the sensitive flesh down below his own legs, the tip begins to fill out all the more rapidly, exposing the long taper that then ends in a thick knot, half inflated and eager to tie. Gyro bucks his own hips upwards, seeking to press his length down the other' smuscular gullet.

00:50 Casey Dunfur took it all as the gullet welcomed it down with every squeeze. Giving a grope at the gryph's flank, he'd slowly start to haul him upside down and sink his weight down with the thrusts bobbing him like a sleeve over his length. As that knot slipped in, his tongue slid forward and he'd fold the upper lip over his teeth before clenching down in a squeeze to grip and tug at the bulge, closing his eyes out of reflex to the hips patting over his face with the bucks. As the two of them went at it, Casey could feel that pressure rising from all the stimulation and began to thrust more eagerly as he curled forward around the gryph and shoved him down between his thighs. With a plunge up into his depths, the donkey's length erupted with gush after gush spraying in and flooding his gut as he was held down and forced to take it with a muffled moan rumbling around the length lodged down his own gullet.

00:59 Gyro Feather moans muffledly around the lenght as he feels the deft work of Casey's mouth and throat kneading around the sensitive flesh, slowy causing himself to build pressure. He's mildly amused as the donkey locks his knot in too, btween the creature's teeth. His breathing picks up, and his heart thumps rapidly in his chest, ever eager as the endorphines rush through him. Moments after the ass erupts into a shower of cum which rushes down his belly, the gryphon reaches his peak too. Convulsions rush through his body along with powerful waves of pleasure as hot cum spurts down the other's throat. His knot flares up, growing twice its size within his partner's mouth, as if to tie with it, while his tail flicks back and forth.

01:05 Casey Dunfur made a few more gulps before his eyes opened to watch that tail swishing over him. With a hot huff blowing up under it, Casey's jaws began to push forwards and take in the rest of the gryph's flank, pinning his legs up to the sides in the process as that knot was taken deeper down his throat with the increased size making it bulge outward before the passage spread further around the engulfed hips. Down below, the donkey's gut made a light gurgle while his jaws locked around the gryph's hips, curling in more to keep him shoved down over the length below while more and more of him sunk further into the other's maw.

01:12 Gyro Feather lingers in his afterglow after he finishes blwoing his load, going slack with a dazed smile across his beak. A dribble of cum leads out the edge, before running into his head feathers to be absorbed, while his crop has increased in size from the additional liquid. He's not really consious of the effort that Casey was making at first as his balls and rump are engulfed in the warm heat of the other's breath, basting against his fur. His tail inadvertently beats against the Donkey's brow as it flicks back and forth, while drool runs down his rear. The bird's flavor is much like he smells, like supple poulgry, with a slight hint of tropical fruits in the foretaste from hsi preening oils.

01:19 Casey Dunfur took his time slowly working in the gryph as gulp after gulp squeezed and smushed in around him. One hand reached down and rested over the back of the gryph's head with a slow rub while the other arm moved to wrap around and pin those wings of his down to make them easier to work in. It seemed like someone had changed their mind pretty quickly about getting gurgled. With a slow roll of his hips, he'd slide the softening shaft back and forth through his gullet a few times before dragging it out with a wet flop over the side of a thigh giving him a moment to catch his breath after all of that. Meanwhile, he'd slowly start hauling him up into the air and let gravity start sinking him down as the donkey's jaws took in his belly and gave it a warm slurp while starting to work on getting his upper half down.

01:26 Gyro Feather finally starts to realize something' up as his rump is entire drawn into the herbavore's maw, causing everything to be hot and slick with the drool that bathed his coat. This is finally enough to rouse him from hsi afterglow, drawing a fair amount of struggle from his prey. The bird's wings flick out against the arm that held them closed, straining to break theimselves free. He squeaks around the shaft in his jaws, making muffled noises of protest, while his lungs at the same time burn for a full breath of fresh air. As that shaft finally falls free, he lets out a loud cry and brings his talons down to push at those lips. He could feel himself sinking ever deeper underneath the pressure of his own wieght. "Nno! Let me go dammit!"

01:34 Casey Dunfur just held open and kept his head tilted back as the gryph sunk deeper down into him. Occasionally, one of those struggles would coax a gulp out of reflex from the donkey squeezing in around him but as soon as the muscles relaxed, he'd just keep sinking down more and more with Casey's gut starting to bulge out over his lap. Hands moved to cup under and help take some of the weight as the gullet bound the gryph's arms and gave everyone the display of his head slowly sliding its way down into the jaws to be enveloped by the back of the throat threatening to tuck him away in the donkey's depths. It didn't seem like Casey was listening to those complaints much at this point. Still in the afterglow on his end, his eyes held in a half-lidded gaze as he devoured the gryph, only shifting once the last of that bulge currently stretching out his throat had managed to descend down and join the mass below.

01:42 Gyro Feather was entirely helpless as he found himself sinking ever deeper into the hot depths of the donkey, leaving him sweating the deeper he ended up getting into it. He wiggled himself back and forth, but it seemed like nothing he did had any effect, especially as his feet begin to enter into the belly beyond. It seemed like he might be the first meal of the day, based on how empty it was in there, not that eh was excited at that prospect. The gryphon continues to put up a fuss all the way down, and, as he nears that maw he could smell the stale alcoholic breath of the herbavore blasting up over his face. Drool soaks into every feather and every pore, leaving him saturated in the smelly liquid. Finally everything goes dark and the bird's calls are silenced as one final gulp seds him on to that smelly lump.

01:50 Casey Dunfur panted as he caught his breath and looked down at the shifting bulge gurgling with a gastric chorus in place of the gryph's absence. The pouch-like stomach stretched as the gullet worked him down but as soon as he passed through, a tight sphincter sealed shut and locked him away with the sound of a glurk sounding his fate. Well, that was the end of that. As cute as he was, Casey couldn't really let him back out even if he wanted to at that point. With a light groan, he shifted his weight to roll forwards and smush down over his distended belly and try to go about pulling his pants back on. His shirt was a lost cause though. With the effort of working the gryph down, the collar had gotten stretched so badly that it hung down to his chest now. Once he was dressed, he'd slowly edge his way over to the side of the couch and try to get himself up on his hooves again with a glance towards the bathroom. In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have chosen a seat so far away.

01:55 Gyro Feather splashes down into the stomach as the rest of him drops in, leaving the awful stink of bile to flood his nose and send him coughing. He could feel the hot goop overwhileming his feathers, and sinking down against his skin. It feels oily in there and seems to cling to his form as he struggles sinside the massive belly. His form could be seen in loose bulges on the outside of that tan gut, wiggling and fghting deep inside the creature while he use up what would invariably be a short air supply. Each motion sends him crashing down beneath the liquids, getting a beakfull of the stinging muck which he has to spit out. His tongue is raw, and feathers are starting to itch at thier bases, threatening to fall out.

01:58 Der grins, watching from atop if drink perch, "At least we got to see one gryphon put in their place tonight~"

02:03 Gyro Feather fights for as long as he can, but its pretty apparent that he's not getting out of there. His body sweats in the heat and the lack of air was rather qucikly causing him to become exhausted. By the time the gryphon is well worn out, his body feels like its on fire as the acids burn away at him. Mercifully, he finally passes into unconsiousness, left to hte mercy of Casey's belly.

02:09 Casey Dunfur stepped into the bathroom with a groan from his gut announcing his arrival. Already, the bulges of the gryph were starting to soften and Casey knew it wouldn't be long before that issue became a lot more urgent. For the moment though, he had enough time to take his clothes back off and stuff them into a locker before hauling himself across the area with a light click of his hooves against the tiles in search of one of those floor-trough setups. He kinda doubted a regular throne could handle the weight and knowing how some of the ones for the larger patrons worked, wasn't too keen on leaning his ass over one of those without getting sucked down himself. As he moved, his body worked over its meal, churning the gryph over and melting meat from bone while steadily pumping it along through the twists and turns of his bowels. Already, his hips were swelling out some and with a turn leading him to the desired area, the donkey let off a sigh of relief seeing that one of the good ones was left vacant.

02:18 < Nimmsy> How big was the gryphon you swallowed down, Casey?

02:19 < Gyro Feather> (3 ft at the head standing normally

02:21 < Nimmsy> That's a lot to digest, good work~

02:21 Oliver Roo yawns, sweeping up late in the night near one of the corners of the room. He briefly thought he saw a cute donkey pass.

02:22 < Nimmsy> Oli, I hope you're not still scarred from what happened the other night. cx

02:23 < Oliver Roo> Ehhhhhh, I got over it. For once, I managed to get management to help me out without complaining. :v

02:30 Casey Dunfur made his way over to the trough and planted a hoof down on either side of it while his arms hugged around the bloated gut. After a quick glance to the water hose on the wall, he'd turn his gaze back down and slowly squat with a forward lean as his tail lifted high to reveal a fatty pucker beneath opening and closing with the need for release. Breaths came slow for a moment as the donkey felt that mass shifting and pumping through him, packing together in a growing pressure at the end of the line... After a deep inhale, he'd clench and the pucker began to spread with beak pressing its way out of him. As more and more of it pushed through, the skull attached spread the donkey's ass wide before plopping down with a light thunk and rolling along the length of the trough. A soft moan was made and there was a pause before Casey's bowels took over and began pushing out a long heap of the gryph's remains with a few bits of blue and pink woven into ropes amidst the filth. There were a few other bones here and there but softened by the acids into a rubbery state, they were kind of hard to tell which ones belonged where and the donkey himself wasn't the type to go digging to find out. Breaths came in soft pants with a blush over his muzzle as he forced the rest of it out of him, stepping forward a bit whenever the shift of mass threatened to throw off his balance with the deflating gut. Once it was over, he'd shiver some and shakily haul himself back up before walking over to start cleaning off with the hose. "Always the cute ones..."

02:45 Casey Dunfur finished up and hung the hose back up on the wall before pulling a lever to flush the gryph's remains down the trough. With that all said and done, the donkey began wandering his way over to the showers to freshen up some and let the warm water rinse over him for awhile.The hiss of the showers echoed along as a thick fog began to fill the air, turning the donkey as a shadow amidst the drifting cloud.