Tipping with Another Bird

29 December 2018

00:40 Gyro Feather makes his way in and settles at one of ht ebars.

01:03 Oliver Roo sweeps the floors, over and over and over.

22:43 Serilde strolls her way on into the club and takes a seat.

22:43 Gyro Feather flutters his way on in and takes a seat near the bar, ordering himself a fruity drink.

22:58 Oliver Roo had been polishing the resident gryphoness's armor for a while now, deciding to help her out as a bit of an oddjob while the gullet stood in mostly perfect shape for the time being. With another couple shines, the kangaroo hefts the armor into his hands and carries it back over. "Hrrrmph... Well, I think this is about as good as it gets. What do you think of it?" He questioned, setting it back onto the table before sitting down right in front of Serilde.

23:03 Serilde watches with interest as the kangaroo makes his way on over to the table she found herself at, and then drops the armor with a thump back onot the table. Her claws move over the armor, turning it over to exmamine every inch to see how the stiff leather shines. She leans in and takes a sniff of the objects and then nods her head appreciatively. "Almost as good as the day I first got it fitted, i think. Very good Mr Roo, I owe you something nice." She pulls out a couple coins and sets them down on the table for his services.

23:08 Oliver Roo glanced the gryphoness up and down, seeming like the the armor would fit her perfectly. She seemed quite nice. The roo smiled, drumming his small claws across the table. "Thank you very much! I'll be sure to ask as soon as I can think of anything." He purrs, slipping the coins from the bird into his pocket, reclining a bit afterwards. All of a sudden, the kangaroo's stomach would emit a deep groan, even calling the room himself off guard. "Oh! Uh... I guess I was hungrier than I thought. Heh." The roo blushed, running his hand behind his head in embarrassment.

23:16 Serilde nods his head at the kangaroo at first and reclines back, taking a long pull of his drink before her, when suddenly that loud growl fills the air, causing her to shift forward and raise an eyebrow. Her eyes glance around the bar, only to see one patron in particular who seemed about adequately sized for her companion here. With a quick couple steps through the bar, her shadow suddenly casts over the peacock gryphon who's oblivious on his drink. Before he takes notice, one of her claws reaches around and holds him tight to her chest. "Oliver get over here, I've got the perfect thing to repay you~"

23:16 Gyro Feather had been in the middle fo taking anotherdrink with that brown claw grasps upon his figure and tugs him tightly. He drops his gin and tonic, letting it splash down over his feathers and fur as he starts to struggle in her grip. "H-hey! Let me go, what do you think you're doing?" He growls at Serilde, kicking his legs.

23:23 Oliver Roo sat there at a moment, as the gryphoness moved up from the seat. What on Earth could she possibly have been doing? Surely, there wasn't anything around the bar that could possibly satisfy his hunger... Nevertheless, she certainly found something for him to eat. A familiar-looking gryphon somewhere else in the bar. "Wait, you're going to feed him to me? I'm not really sure if I'm even allowed to eat patrons without the higher-ups feeling a bit irritated by it. Keeps more food from them, you know?" He nervously laughed, still getting up from his spot to move back over to the pair of birds, tapping his fingers together. This should be interesting...

23:32 Serilde uses her free talon to gesture for him to come over here, with a grin plastered across his beak. "Oh dont sweat it, just as you employees are fair game, I've seen a bartender or two enjoy a careless patron," she explains back at him. "Now, you're not going to protest this treat I'm about to give you right? Wouldnt really want to be rude to a formel such as me I imagine. You're probably just a little stunned about all of this," she offers, giving the kangaroo a menacing look. Her grip on Gyro tightens as he starts to struggle, fully realizing what was intended here.

23:32 Gyro Feather frowns as he hears the ba kand forth between the two of them, talking as if he wasnt even there at all. Still, he couldnt just sit idly by at what was going on, and he reaches both claws up to grasp at the powerful muscular arm around his throat, though that's to no avail as he fails to wrench it free from his neck, or even loosen it. Already he can feel himself starting to get a little light headed, and more passive as she cuts off his flow of oxygen to his lungs, leaving him weak. He gives Oliver a pleading glance, hoping he'll at least have some mercy.

23:46 Oliver Roo blushed still, somewhat worried about being seen like this at the same time. He never was one of the biggest predators around, especially for a gryphon smaller than himself. In most cases, the roo was put into the worst situations possible, asserting his position as prey. On the bright side, he was put in a position to try the other side of the coin for once. "Well, I guess I could try a gryphon. Just this once, though. I'd never be tempted to eat a lovely lady like yourself." He asserts, staring Gyro in the eyes with a low purr.

23:53 Serilde chuckles at his comment, knowing that even if he had been inclinded to do such, she was several times his size, and would make a much better snack for her, than she for him. "I should hope so, unless you've got yourself a death wish anyways," she resomds, and then puts her claw up behind the kangaroo's neck, pulling him in close. At the same time, her grip shifts on Gyro, pressing his beak right up against the muzzle of Oliver, perfect for his entry inside.

23:53 Gyro Feather certainly seemed sizeable enough to the kangaroo, weighing nearly the same as the other, despite his vastly different body shape, a large lump of protien for the normally otherwise vegitarian creature before him. "No really...I mean, there's no need to try gryphon at all, I promise. We're prety tastless and tough...I'll pick you up another dinner," the bird offers, feeling his feathers wilting beneath the other's gaze. Against his body, he could feel the sharp tips of serilde's claws digging in, nearly drawing hot irony blood from his form.

00:00 Oliver Roo shuddered, his eyes darting over to the gryphoness once more, and agreeing with her wholeheartedly. "I definitely wouldn't be willing to risk anything like that, trust me. I just think-glrrrmph?" The janitor was interrupted, suddenly feeling his muzzle fill with beak. He stared at Gyro yet again, blushing as his maw began to open wider and wider over Gyro's head. He wasn't really trying to eat him, but the female was doing a very good job at stuffing more and more of the bird into his beak without much of the kangaroo's say in it. From the feel of it, the gryphon would fit inside of his throat just fine...

00:11 Gyro Feather struggles hard in Serilde's grip as his beak suddenly slips between the other's jaws, allwing him to smell the full force of the other's hot rank breath as the humidity blasts over his feathers, wilting them. Teeth grind against his hard snout, stretching wide as its wedged open, while the dark red living insides of his predator grow all the more visible as shis eyes close in on the other's maw. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light leaking in through the edges of his face, but he continues to protest at his present position. His fruity feathers dance across Oliver's tongue, imparting a faint but pleasant taste while the hot drool soaks deep into them.

00:11 Serilde had been done lsitening to his protests, and cuts him off suddenly by pressing at th eback of his head and at Gryro's, forcing the other's beak between Oliver's jaws and silencing him with the full size of the bird resting across the other's tongue. She pushes all the way in, till the pressure against her friend's throat is mounting.

00:21 Oliver Roo clenched his feet a bit, letting everything just happen for the most part. With his jaws open, the gryphon would feel that his heavy, slow breathing was very uncomfortable against his face. He certainly didn't have the sharpest teeth around compared to most preds, poking at Gyro from all around, but it certainly felt all kinds of awful nonetheless. His tongue would slather across the side of his head as he began to press through, making the roo twitch in his seat from the interesting taste of it all, his throat already starting to bulge with the imprint of his head. Before the kangaroo could comment or protest any more, she crammed the bird hard into his maw, making the prey-turned-predator squeak in response. The catbird was already making quick process in his journey!

00:31 Serilde watches with a grin as the kangaroo takes his first swallow, redirecting that beak down from his mouth to the neck, followed by the feathered head as he watches it bulge out in Oliver's gullet, showing the bird's form fairly easily within. Now satisfied taht her feedee had started, she lets go of the back of his beck and uses it to hlep surround the other's prey, repositioining to hold him tight as another jerk presses him in shoulder deep between those dull teeth. Her tail fucks up beside her to find that spot on Roo's neck and rub in slow gentle circles, willing him to relax.

00:31 Gyro Feather squawks at that first gulp as he feels the msucles of the throat clench around him, sliding him down past the light into the tight ring of muscles beyond, saturating his feathers in that hot slippery gunk. As his earholes reach down against the walls of the throat, he can ear the steady pounding of Oliver's heart, which sounded elevated in his ears. Oiled feathers soak up the saliva in Oliver's mouth, lreacing him increasingly dry as more of the bird is pressed inside, wiggling agaisnt the motion. Certainly the sensation of a living prey would be foriegn to his inexperienced predator as he causes the throat to shift around him.

00:37 Oliver Roo could be seen cringing from his eyes, having a bit of difficulty with his meal as the kicking gryphon began his vanish act down the janitor's throat, sucking all the moisture out of his maw due to his feathers. Still, his body would be hard at work to make taking in the gryphon a little bit more manageable. The kangaroo's stretched maw would soon be stretched even wider by Gyro's shoulder's slipping in, a reasonable obstacle that prepared him for what the rest of the fruity avian had to offer. The other bird continued to help feed the gryphon to him, massaging the bulge in his throat enough to send him squeezing down several more inches, the kangaroo already nearing the catbird's midsection.

00:47 Serilde makes sure to keep those wings clenched shut by her claws, lest he use them as a final last ditch effort to prevent his own consumption. Serilde wiggles Gyro back and forth inside of Oliver's mouth until she's sure both shoulders are secure, and then, upon seeing an dhearing him struggle with the dryness of her treat, grabs a pint of bitters which she pours all over the gryphon, naking him far wetter and easier to lube up.

00:47 Gyro Feather attepmts to flare his wings, though Serilde si there Just in time to ensure that they cant fan out to any real extent, meaning all that's left is to feel them sink between the teeth of his unenthusiastic predator. His feathers stick to the other's mucous membranes as he's pushed inwards, at least until the cold chill of beer washes over him in sharp contrast to the uncomfortable heat of Oliver's maw, and with that, his descent accelerates. With his belly poking through those jaws, he can feel his beak starting to enter into Oliver's stomach, where the smell of his last meal and his bile rushes up entwined to flood into his beak and leave him gagging. Its all fur from now till the end, save for the bit of wings that still remain to be swallowed.

00:52 Oliver Roo steadily continued to consume the unfortunate, struggling gryphon. Not even his wings would be of any real use, with the other bird doing her best to keep them pinned to his back. The acoholic beverage that the avian was drenched with would soon his the kangaroo's tongue, coaxing him into swallowing his meal the slightest bit easier. He tasted absolutely incredible, especially with a new coating all over him to satisfy his sudden and crushing thirst. His tongue continued to drag across Gyro's stomach, as his own stomach was met with the odd sensation of a gryphon beak spreading the entrance open, paving the way for his head to pop in next. All the while, he'd nibble into those wings a bit, before they would vanish with the rest of them. Now, Oliver had a gryphon butt sticking out of his maw.

01:02 Serilde kept up a steady even pressure with her talon against the struggling catbird's butt, ensuring that he eases ever deeper into the kangaroo's jaw. Pink had disapeared entirely save for those feathers upon Gyro's tail, while his bulge starts to show all the more visibly in Oliver's belly. Brining her free claw down, she starts to stroke against the lump he's making deep inside of him, rubbing in soft coaxing circles. "There you are~ You're doing good. And I can tell you're enjoying it too~ Its only proper to put little birdies like that in their place~" She coos at him happily.

01:02 Gyro Feather could do nothing against the slow and inevitable descent into the other's jaws as his predator got assistance from the much larger bird at his rear. A blast of gas escapes his tailhole, carrying with it some of the scent of his previous preys under the pressure, but nothing else follows that. The chill of the beer is soon replaced with an uncomfortable heat as more of his figure slides down into Oliver's insides. His head drops down into the belly, followed by his chest as he mixes and curls with the chyme that happens to fill the inside of it. His tail lashes and his hind paws kick whildly in the air, graizing Serilde's thick hide as he's worked ever inwards. Now the musky tastes of his nethers are in full force to the hungry roo.

01:09 Oliver Roo felt an odd sensation on his tongue as the last of the gryphon vanished into his maw, sliding down his throat at an accelerated pace. His tongue dragged against Gyro's groin and behind, getting a taste of the bird's nethers. His maw was finally able to shut behind the gryphon's hind legs, as more of the gryphon splashed down into his churning, hungry stomach as a wave of digestive slop washes over him. The kangaroo belched, finally able to communicate and breathe much again. "Guhhh... Th-thank you, miss. He's certainly in his place down there." He comments, reaching down with a paw to squeeze and grope at his own stomach. For Gyro, he hadn't even made it in all the way down yet.

01:18 Gyro Feather fights as another swallow rolls over his figure, pulling his butt down into the throat, and leaving his pretty tail and kicking hind paws as the last things to disapear from view. Then, he feels the teeth clack shut, scrapping at his tail feathers, before the final swallow carries him away. Deep inside the belly, his head is already starting to swim from the uncomfortable stale air that surrounds him. THen suddenly it grows tighter yet as air blasts out of there, making room for more of the bird to sink in. In relatively short order all of him is trapped inside that sweltering chamber, and the rubbings combined with the slowly squeezing stomach are enough to keep him tumbling around inside, getting himself thorougly coated in the already tingling chyme. "S-spit me up! Please! I beg you!" He calls out pitifully.

01:23 Serilde retreats her claw once the rump slides out of reach of her talons, getting a little bit of Oliver's beer ladened drool into it before she's finally done, having pushed all of his treat down into the kangaroo's jaws wehre its starting to settle heavily in his belly. She makes a face when he belches in his beak, carrying with it a couple strands of drool, beofre she dries her self off on his fur. "I hope you consider us even now. I had half had my sights set on him earlier, but decided you needed him more. She takes another swig of her drink now, as she continues to scratch and knead over the other's gut.

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01:27 Oliver Roo scratched his own ears for a moment, feeling somewhat drunken from all the booze that it took to get the gryphon into his system. Down in his stomach, it was rather tight and uncomfortable, with the constant heat filling the bird with the sense of dread prey would normally feel in such a situation. Gyro had likely had his fair share of prey before, and now, lo and behold, he was joining the ranks of those he had already eaten. By a preyish kangaroo, no less! Despite him not being much of a predator, Oliver was finding it quite easy to overwhelm the gryphon with the lack of air and hot chyme slathering against his body. Chances were that his feathers and fur would soon begin to fall out. Yawning, the kangaroo leans abck in his seat, massaging him at the same time she did. "O-oh, no worries. You didn't even really need to do that. I guess this was a bonus, more than anything." He comments.

01:33 Serilde strokes over Oliver's gut several more times as she feel shis meal start to settle in for th elong haul. Then, with a sigh, she gets on up to her feet. "WEll...I did say I owed you somethign special for as good a job as you did with my armor, so this was that something." Glancing over at the clock on the wall, she frowns and then lets out a deep disapointed sigh. "Unfortunately, I cant stick around for too much longer, gotta get back out to leave off earlier tomorrow morning." She explains, before heading back over to her table. Collecting her gear, she wanders too the door. "Bye~" She calls to Oliver one last time, before heading her way on out of there.

01:38 Gyro Feather splashes around in the chamber as he feels the liquids rolling over his figure, saturating his feathers and fur and leaving him tingling and burning all over. Inside, the quickly exhausting gryphon kicks his claws and paws out against the wall, causing the belly to bulge where he pushes out, only to be compressed back inwards by a roll of contracting muscles. Even for the preyish vegitarian, his acids knew how to work, and the tingling turns to a stinging burn as feathers and fur begin to tumble off and pool around him in time. The dwindling air supply starts to leave Gyro feeling rather light headed and exhausted, along with th eheat that leaves him sweating with no way to leave it off. Eventually the bird's skin starts to flake off to join the soupe all around him, even as he has not the energy to fight back. Skin gives way to muscle, which gives way to bone as he's helplessly digested inside, the poor bird turning to stew. Long after his ribs started to show, it finally overwhelms his prey and the gryphon collapses deep inside many hours later, finally rendered into sludge.

01:43 Oliver Roo waved goodbye to the gryphoness as she leaves, still feeling quite confused as to what had happened. He was certainly not expecting to have devoured some gryphon out of nowhere, but then there he was, digesting Gyro until there was essentially nothing left. The roo would mess around on his phone for a while, before falling into a deep slumber and letting his body do all of the work for him. While he wasn't the most predatory guy around, his body still did a pretty good job at making quick work of the technicolor avian, leaving nothing but the bones and some clumps of feathers left behind, all of which would drain into his lower body over time... Along with the rest of him. Awakening hours later, the kangaroo would find himself the slightest bit pudgier, with the bulge in his gut now rounded out with quite a bit of fat put onto his hips and elsewhere. Blushing, the kangaroo suddenly realized that Gyro had contributed to more important urges to attend to, heading towards the restrooms of the establishment for something other than cleaning for once.

01:48 Oliver Roo stumbled into the bathroom again, feeling rather groggy and gross as his stomach churns around the digested gryphon within. His nap left a major mark on the gryphon inside, leaving him as nothing but a mess of roo muck pent up inside of the flustered janitor's body. Huffing, he'd barrel into the first stall he could find, yanking his work clothes around his ankles as his behind made contact with the seat. "Gosh, you're really giving me a hard time with-*Frrrrrrppttt!!*" A peal of gas suddenly tore out of his system, peppering the stall with a colorful array of feathers. Almost instantly afterwards, a torrent of sloppy waste squeezes out of his system, carrying even more feathers along with it as the kangaroo blushes and cringes, even crossing his legs in shock. Constant splashing took a turn for constant splattering as Gyro's new form filled out the toilet beneath him, the kangaroo biting his lip from all the stimulation against his hole, especially the bones. At long last, the beaked skull would press out of his clenched asshole the same way it came in, face-first as it slaps down into the rest of the muck. The peak was right beneath the blushy, huffing kangaroo's backside, leaving him quite disgusted as he wipes the sweat from his forehead. Hefting himself off the seat, he couldn't help but let out a bit of a low grumble, not even bothering to flush. "It's not every day that I make my own work..." He sighed, cleaning himself off and tossing the paper onto the mess before going to fetch his cleaning supplies.