Stats

The RP has a total of 15 lines, 553 words, and 3124 characters.
The average line consists of 36.87 words that themselves average 4.65 characters taking about 2 minutes, 40 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 7 lines, 167 words, and 957 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 23.86 words that themselves average 4.73 characters taking about 1 minutes, 39 seconds.
Hilda said a total of 8 lines, 386 words, and 2167 characters.
Hilda's average line consists of 48.25 words that themselves average 4.61 characters taking about 3 minutes, 26 seconds.

20:40 GyroFeather squawks, smells their alcoholic breath

20:41 Hilda Snickers and snuggles the life out of the cutie! Hilda is having fun!

20:43 GyroFeather nuzzles into their soft downy feathers, and strokes aver their chest.

20:43 Hilda Murrs as she happily scarfs them down, wanting something nice to fill their booze filled belly

20:45 GyroFeather squeaks as he's suddenly pressed down through her beak, feeling the hot wet darkness closing all around him. His hinds kick out, but there's nothing to be done as he's forced into that furnace of a gut.

20:45 Hilda bleches out loudly, feeling giggly as she drunkenly huggles and squeezes her squirming gut

20:48 GyroFeather is taking a bath now in the alcohol filled belly, forced to breathe in the intoxicating fumes and take accidental mouthfuls of her stomach juice, soon leaving him pretty tipsy as well.

20:49 Hilda drunk bird moans happily, burping up a bit of that booze as she happily wub wubs that big, tipsy tum* Wheeee~!

20:50 GyroFeather soon finds himself begining to sing softly in the pit of her gut as the alcohol really takes over his mind.

20:51 Hilda cackles cheerfully, singing along as she rocks back and forth to the lovely little song

20:52 GyroFeather 's mind starts to get clouded further now though, as the toll of oxygen deprivation begins to play on his mind. His words slur even further as he feels his eyelids sagging

20:53 Hilda The happy cat birb sighs happily, slowly dozing off as that booze makes her groggy. She finally passes out, idly twitching as her gut makes for a lovely pillo

20:55 GyroFeather gurgles throughout the night, slowly growing softer and melting away, until all that's left has either been absorbed by the bird, or finds itself pressing down beneather her tail.

20:56 Hilda yawns as she finally feels...well, quite full from that big ass snack! Her gut simmering down a bit, but now she felt something building up in her ass region. She frantically looks around, only to find...a cauldron!?
Yes, the cauldron that they'd had their really boozy punch served from the night before. Its a shame that there's still a fair amount of booze left inside of it too. And of ccourse, because she'd drank the night before, what's pressing up against her tail is the thick sludgy variety with little to no separation, like thinned playdo.
Having nowhere else to go, the brd urgently plops her butt over the rim of that couldron, sweet, sickly punch filloign her nostrils as she felt ready to let loose. Her tail lifts up, expelling a thick, steamy stream of putrid waste, the scat slowly filling up the tub, mixing with the once sweet punch while she relieves herself of a nigtht's worth of food an drink. She tops off that steaming pile of hot shit with a good, steady stream of piss, courtest of drinking gallons of stong, fruit drink the night before
There's enough liquid in there, that what's gone in quite readily begins to break apart, dissolving into a sickly sludge that burns at the nares. Soon enough, bleached and stained feathers and fur begins to float to the top as their freed of their brown bindings.

21:07 < GyroFeather> Sooo anyways~ Wanna do a real thing?Even if you're slightly drunk you'll do fine~

21:10 < Hilda> Heheh

21:13 < GyroFeather> The options are uhh... Lupine menacingly controlling Gyro after merge, Dusk and Gyro rampaging again, Gyro in a drunk Lupine's belly...though thats probably not really gonna go anywhere, Or a new thing 😄

21:13 < Hilda> Maybe later. Too drunk to be coherant. I do have three days off tho

21:14 < GyroFeather> Alright! Though you seemed plenty coherent here 😄

21:15 < Hilda> Oh shit no! Believe me, I had to redo typos

21:17 < GyroFeather> Mmmm fine 😛 though I wouldnt mind one final post from hilda, either commmenting, or heading off or w/e 😛

21:18 Hilda smirks bit, rosy tint in her cheeks while she loos down at that massilve pile of excrement. With a flick of her tail, she saunters out of the shoppe, a nice jiggle in her thighs and a lovely wobble in her gut