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"So let me get this straight; you came all the way from Canterlot to investigate some rumors of a pony that got turned into a gryphon? Not only that, you show up just in time to interrupt my little get together with a dear friend?" Gyro Feather said without bothering to keep the annoyance out of his voice and pointed a claw at the chubby blue pegasus sitting on a couch in the room behind him. To be fair, these rumors were definitely true and there were worse reasons for someone from the Nightguard show up on his door, but in the peacock gryphon's opinion this didn't excuse the interruption. "Honestly, even if that were to be true, magical accidents happen all the time, so I don't see why that should concern the Nightguard."

The plum-furred bat-pony standing in front of Gyro's door nodded, his face displaying a similar soured mood as the gryphon. "I don't disagree with you there, but as it turns out your parents were of another opinion. And since they are nobility they can waste- request, the Guards aid... if they are so inclined. Look, just give me your statement. I will pass it on and be out of your plumage. And you can get back to your business," Warding Sigil responded while darting a glance towards Blue Thrush.

Gyro really hoped the pony hadn't noticed him tensing up once his parents were mentioned. Most ponies would just react with general curiosity if they learned about his transformation, but his parents? If he ever showed up with a beak instead of a horn on his head, he would be disowned before his ass even crossed the doorframe. And worse, cut-off from his family's money. He didn't look forward to the prospect of trying to earn his income with his workshop, instead of just doing whatever project currently caught his fancy. "Excuse me, my parents? You seem to have gotten the wrong idea here. I'm a gryphon through and through, not some transformed pony."

Sigil raised an eyebrow "Yet when I showed up at the city hall looking for Gyro Tech I was directed here. And I notice your Name, Gyro Feather is quite peculiar, all things considered." Sigil paused for a moment and raised a hoof to his chin "Thought he was supposed to work for the government, not own a workshop, I give you that."

"Yes, his family probably organized some empty government post he doesn't even bother to show up to. And since I have the bad luck of sharing part of his name, some moron started his stupid rumor. These things spread like wildfire among the lower classes and I am the one having to deal with the fallout, I mean Celestia, now they even brought the guard into it." Gyro led out an angry grump. "You know what? You have my statement, now flap off and leave me alone!" Not giving Sigil a chance to respond, Gyro slammed the door shut in front of pony's face.

Gyro took a deep breath as he calmed down again. Hopefully, that would be enough to take care of things. The bat pony seemed to think he was on a fool's errand anyway, so Gyro was certain that after giving him the rude gryphon treatment, the guard would give up and report a stupid rumor as a stupid rumor. Thought if that fails he might need to use other means to make his problem disappear. Thinking of it, he really should get back to his meal. "Ah. sorry about that. Just an annoyance I had to get rid of. I hope it hasn't put a damper on this? After all, food is almost ready and as promised it's a feast!" Gyro said as he returned to Blue Thrush. Gyro quite liked the pegasus, after all it was rare to find a pony so oblivious to his effort to fatten him up.

Sadly for Gyro, Warding Sigil wasn't about to give up like that. While he certainly didn't like this 'case', he was put into the investigative unit for a reason and would find the truth. And he didn't have to search long, questioning the neighbors and a few craftsponies revealed another story, one that both disproved the information from Gyro's parents and the gryphon's claims. Gyro Tech never worked for the government at all, in fact the express purpose of him moving to Seaddle was to found his workshop. And plenty of ponies confirmed that Gyro feather was the transformed Gyro Tech, not just rumors but actual statements about his similar personality and him complaining about the transformation after it happened.

This should have been enough for a report, but the gryphon had ticked him off and Sigil wouldn't mind returning with some form of undeniable proof. As such, come nightfall, he found himself perched on a tree, observing Gyro's house. It was quite fortunate that the house was on the outskirts of the city, the nearby forest was perfect for the long time such observations usually took to get something useful. Of course, just as he finished this thought the backdoor of the building opened wherefore a certain gryphon exited and rushed off into the forest. Sigil spent a moment staring dumbfounded at the house before he collected himself and sprang to action. While tailing the Gyro was a tempting plan, the house seemed like a better bet, especially since the bird neglected to lock the door behind him. Leaving his loud armor behind, Sigil swooped down towards the house, thankful for his night vision and the relative silence his bat wings allowed him. This would require stealth and a vigilant ear in case Gyro would return sooner than Sigil hoped.

He entered into a short hallway leading up into the living room, with a door on either side. A short check revealed them to be nothing more than a bathroom and an unused bedroom, essentially unimportant. Hopefully, the rest of the house would be of more use. Passing some stairs leading up into the second story, Sigil entered the living room. Nothing really out of order here. A couch, a loveseat, a coffee table laden with all kinds of engineering-related magazines and various knick-knacks and paintings adorning the walls. Thought upon closer inspection the furniture looked rather expensive. Sure it wasn't something gaudy one might find in Canterlot, but they were clearly well made with some rather high-quality materials. Not something a craftsgryphon could easily afford. Of course, this wasn't enough to prove him being part of the nobility, maybe he even made them himself but checking up on the workshop should clear that up. Ideally, Sigil would even find some form of office there, probably his best shot at finding something good in the short timeframe he had.

After a short trip through the kitchen, he was greeted by a well-stocked workshop, mostly set up for smelting and casting, thought multiple workbenches and tool racks lined the sides of the room. All of it was well kept, but there were multiple signs that this room saw regular use. Though it didn't look like it was a place to produce furniture, leading even more credence to the gryphon being Gyro Tech. Though still no real proof, Sigil had to keep looking and with delight he noticed a door leading into the workshops back, without a doubt, the place where the office was situated.

Or it turned out to be just some kind of storeroom. Sure the big shelf lining the wall was a bit fancier than common in such places but the various lumps of stuff sitting on it had to be some kind of materials. Sigil didn't bother to give them any attention, his time was running out and there had to be an office somewhere in here. He quietly hurried along the shelf, hoping to find another door at the end of it. Unfortunately, that was not the case, all that awaited him was another workbench. Filing this room away as a failure, Sigil planned to continue his search elsewhere but stopped once a certain stench hit his nose. It was sour with an almost acidic undertone, with a good hint of bad breath added in there. Trying to figure out what in Luna's name was producing this odor, his attention focused back to the bench.

Sigil's eyes widened in shock as he took sight of what was before him. On the bench, among a few tools and bottles was a bundle of bones and fur, all in all it was almost a fourth of the size of a pony. It seemed to contain an entire ponies skeleton, a hollow-eyed skull was framed by a ribcage, all bound together by a tangle of fur and hair. Various other bones stuck out on several places, a few of them snapped in half and Sigil was sure he could spy a hoof or two in there. It kind of reminded him of the pellets birds spit out after they are done with their prey, just scaled up to pony size. And that description might be pretty accurate, considering the entire thing was drenched in salvia and fouler fluids. To make matter even worse, Sigil recognized the color of the fur and hair, the same blue like the pony he had seen at Gyro house earlier that day sported. Though murder victim probably was a more accurate description for the pony right now. Sigil winced, wondering if there was something he could have done to prevent this.

To make matters worse, this wasn't the only pellet in this room, not by far. Now Sigil really regretted dismissing and ignoring the various objects on the shelf, each of them a pellet on their own, a menagerie of murder victims. Unicorn horns, pegasus feathers, and many earth pony remains, even a few beaked gryphon skulls, all entangled by their former owner's fur, skeleton and an occasional piece of jewelry or scrap of cloth. At least these ones seemed to be cleaned and odorless, though in a way that made things even worse, they were essentially preserved trophies in a collection of a serial killer. Going along the shelf the bat pony noticed even more outstanding things, quite a few pellets were larger and had multiple skulls and colors of fur in them, mostly two but a few went higher than that, the biggest seemingly consisting of at least four ponies and a gryphon. There were even two changelings in there, their carapaces a broken and empty pile. Equally disturbing was a section filled partial pony-skeletons surrounded by colorful fish scales. Sigil could imagine the gryphon swooping down to plug a seapony out of the ocean and out of their lives, after all, Seaddle was right next to the sea.

This... was not the result he had expected from this investigation, not at all. This was supposed to just be some noble scion with personal secrets. At least he was now putting an end to all this; time to leave and get the rest of the guard. Just at this moment, the door opened and a relieved looking Gyro Feather sauntered inside "Well, that was a load of my ass, my dear Thrush, time to take care of the rest of ... you." The gryphon paused and stared in shock at the intruder. Sigil felt his blood run cold, and cursed himself for neglecting to keep himself alert enough to avoid this very situation. But who would have kept a calm mind in such a situation anyway. Warding Sigil had to act fast, but he wasn't a fighter and had no equipment with him. Still, as soon as he got out of here he would be safe, no one can catch a bat pony in the night sky. Only problem was the bird currently blocking the only way outside, and he would have to force his way past him.

Gyro was just recovering from his shock and was about to give the familiar intruder a piece of his mind when Sigil charged at him. He had barely time to brace himself before the impact, and both were sent rolling over the floor into the workshop. In a moment of clarity that surprised himself a bit, Gyro realized that under no circumstances he could allow the night guard to escape and he put all his effort into keeping a hold on the bat pony. His claws grasped the pony's shoulders and with a quick shift of weight ensured he ended up on top of the stallion. Though his victorious smirk was wiped from his face when Sigil lunged forwards and bit down, sharp bat-pony teeth digging into the gryphon's shoulder. Gyro screamed in pain and twisted to the side, slamming the ponies head against a nearby workbench with a metallic clank.

A dull haze had engulfed Sigils head and his vision became nothing more than a fuzzy mess. For a moment he didn't know where he was or what had happened; he only dimly recognized that someone lifted his head and all his vision was taken up by a blurry pink something right in front of him. The pink object only came closer, slowly enveloping his head, a wet warmth was spreading over it. Once his entire head was claimed by the feeling, everything around him suddenly contracted and with a loud -gulp- he was pulled forwards. Suddenly a sharp, fishy odor hit his nostrils, an acrid reminder of the last pony that got processed by the gryphon, and like the world's worst version of smelling salts it quickly managed to clear his head. It didn't take him long to realize what was happening, the warm flesh of Gyro's throat hugging his upper body from all sides as rhythmic pulses carried him deeper along the wet tunnel. Sigil immediately tried to resist, tried to escape his confines, but his struggles found no real purchase. His forelegs were already inside of the gryphon's gullet, pinned to Sigil's sides by the tight throat, and his hindlegs were not only hanging in the air, but Gyro also had them firmly in his claws, using them to shove the pony further in. The only thing he could do was to thrash his body around and uselessly flap his bat wings. Even that part was taken from him once his wings were claimed by Gyros greedy beak. With each swallow, strong, experienced muscles pressed mercilessly onto his body. It was almost a relief when his head entered some form of pouch inside the gryphon throat. It was still incredibly tight, but at least the muscles here weren't as overbearing as the ones pressing the rest of his body down.

Gyro purred in satisfaction at the taste of his unexpected meal; he already felt the bat pony starting to swell up his crop. Adding to this was the relief he felt for permanently getting rid of this little annoyance that had appeared in his life. Another eager gulp dragged more of his meal inside, Gyro's tongue slowly dragging along Sigil's fur while the pony squirmed and pushed around, trying to stop his descent. Quite enjoyable, his last meal wasn't as active. To be honest, the gryphon regretted not having another kind of fun with the stallion beforehand, but with the knowledge that was discovered, it just wasn't worth the risk. Only the pony's hindquarters and hindlegs were left unclaimed when Gyro decided to speed things along. He tipped his head back, hoisting the entire remaining pony over him. Then he simply relaxed his throat and started bobbing his head, each move forcing his meal to slide a bit deeper into him. Sigil desperately tried to stop his descent, but gravity's pull was merciless and any attempts to get a hold just caused him to slip off Gyro's slick throat. Soon the entire pony was deposited into the crop, a giant, almost pony-sized bulge had formed the front of Gyro's throat, tight enough that parts of the ponies contours were visible on the outside. Carrying pony around like this put quite a strain on his body; usually he only kept it up till he reached a good place to churn them up, but he always enjoyed these moments. Feeling his soon to be meal under his total control, one twitch of his muscles away from being dropped into a cauldron of acid and a feeling of fullness and excitement he couldn't really put into words. Also, it was usually the last time to have a short conversation with his prey, as they had the bad habit of being busy screaming in pain later. "My my, if I knew you wanted to join my collection I would have invited you in, Good thing you decided to be so persistent." The gryphon began as he started his trip towards his bedroom, the mass in his crop swinging around as he walked through his house.

In the cramped space inside the crop, Warding Sigil was forced into a tight fetal position. It certainly didn't help that he was left upside-down, with not enough space to even attempt to turn around. Soon, the entire thing began moving, shaking and swaying with every step the bird took. And when Gyro started to talk, the entire crop around him vibrated slightly with the gryphon's voice, every word tingling through Sigil's skin "Cut your crap, this isn't over and I certainly don't want to end up in your so-called 'collection' " Sigil yelled while futilely trying to renew his struggles.

Gyro stopped for a moment, put a claw to his throat and gave the entire thing a good shake "Getting rude, aren't you? And that despite me being such an accommodating host even if you showed up here uninvited. But don't worry maybe you are lucky and your pellet will be so unsightly that it has to be tossed. Certainly a possibility you can look forward too, happens all the time. Of course, my collection is in dire need of a few more bat ponies, so either way, I will be just as welcoming to whoever colleague of yours will come to investigate your disappearance." By this point, Gyro had reached the stairs and began ascending them with bouncing steps.

The steady impact managed to greatly shake Sigil's body around, but that was nothing compared to the chill that went through him when the gryphon mentioned planning to murder his friend at the watch. "No, NO! Do you think that will work out for you? Even if you get me, once the others come for you it will be your end. They will tear down your demented collection of mementos and finish you off!"

Gyro stopped at on the landing above the stairs, his belly eagerly groaning at this point. "Mementos? Oh, you are overstating your importance, you and the others are food, nothing more. In fact, if I would put the effort into it, I probably could stop eating regular food altogether, just morsels like you. Think of my collection more of a tally or some nice decoration. Who they were before that I usually don't bother to remember and the same counts for you. Thought maybe I will make an exception for you. No begging, no crying and still ranting at me, I like that. I wonder if you can keep up that attitude once we proceed, my dear."

"Screw you!"

"Oh, I just might. But first, let's get you to your proper place." One of Gyro's claws caressed the bulge in his crop, feeling the pony's body inside of it. "Do you hear my gut grumbling below you? All that time you've spent in my crop has made it quite impatient, the buildup of acids must be quite potent at this point. But why don't you just see for yourself?" With a single flex, the muscles holding his prey inside the crop relaxed and Sigil was unceremoniously dropped down into the stomach.

"No wait--" was all Sigil had time to get out before splashing headfirst into the pool of green fluid. He really regretted having his mouth open during that moment, a good amount on the foul fluid found his way in there and ran down his throat, leaving a sharp pain in its trail. The fleshy sack swelled greatly as the bad pony filled it, and while it was not really roomy, it was way less tight than the places Sigil had been stored before. Not that he had any time to enjoy this fact. There was no real grace period, no slowly increasing tingling feeling, as soon as he was inside the acid he felt its painful bite on all his body. Screaming and panicking, Sigil tried everything to escape this onslaught of pain. Shoving himself against the stomach walls, punching them and generally trying to exert as much force than possible.

Gyro let out a satisfied moan, his gut has swelled up greatly under him and was shaking and swaying with the screaming ponies effort. A few times Gyro even almost lost his balance. Of course, Gyro had plenty of experience with keeping a meal in, so this tumult under him wasn't bothering at all. It was quite pleasant to be honest, not many ponies spend this much effort into their futile struggle. "So much for your tenacity. So many strong words and but now all you do is screaming and struggling. Just food like the rest, that's all you are. And it's only going to get worse from here, well for you at least. I meanwhile am enjoying myself." Shaking belly below him, the catbird casually strolled through the door into his bedroom. Thought he paused for a moment, just in front of his bed, a little idea came to his head. Instead of climbing into it normally, he leaped into it, making sure to impact belly-first.

With loud coughing sound, the air was driven out of Sigils lungs as the entire stomach compacted around him, sent the acids splashing around. This battering put an end to his struggles for now, while he avoided swallowing more of the liquid his earlier effort left him panting, with no choice but to breath in the unpleasant air that filled this chamber. It stank of death, a sour, acid laden rot accompanied by the undertones his own blood added to it. Suddenly everything shifted as the gryphon laid himself on his side and sent the contend of his gut rolling around. Still, it was nothing that Sigil could do much about it; he was exhausted and could only lie in the pool steadily working away on him. Sure he managed to keep his head and the upper parts of his body out of it, but ultimately it only meant that he was forced to watch his body deteriorate. Large patches of his fur were missing, fallen off as his skin was destroyed and floated in the liquid around it. Red sores quickly started to appear in those blank places, oozing blood as the acids ate deeper, feasting on his muscles, fat, and flesh. And it still hurt, more than ever before, but by now he couldn't even scream, only wincing and whimpering as the gryphon's body was claiming him.

"Already giving up? Well, I suppose I can't fault you for accepting your place in the world," Gyro said while starting to play with his belly, his claws both kneading and massaging the giant, swollen bulge. Gyro spent a while working like this; it was a shame that his prey stopped struggling but the pure act of dominating the stallion was blissful on its own. "All you now exist for is to please me, to serve me. A shame I didn't take you for a ride beforehand, though I'm going to destroy your ass anyway. After all, you will be destroyed 'till nothing remains, sans a firm layer of padding one me and a nice conversation starter on my shelf. Oh, and I will also enjoy pushing out whatever waste remains of you, you ponies always have so much useless filler." Gyro's pushing claws got bolder now, actively starting to push the pony in his gut around.

Warding Sigil tried his best to ignore the taunting bird, this was literally adding insult to injury. A dull throb of pain pulsed through his wounds, as the acids mercilessly dug deeper, exposing and dissolving every part of him on their way to his bones. But soon Sigil got fed up with Gyro, annoyed even through his pain "Shut up, feathered asshole. Are you so in love with your own Celestia damned voice? Close your beak and let me digest in peace."

Gyro let out an amused chuckle "Oh, does your temperament have a little comeback in there? That's adorable. And by the way, I almost forgot to tell you something. I'm indeed Gyro Tech who unfortunately got turned into a bird. But don't worry I've got used to it, as you are currently experiencing. Must be nice to hear that you successfully solved your last case, hopefully it was worth the cost. I guess your wings will be the first thing that will be gone, right?"

"My... wings?" Sigils slowly said as he turned around his head. Pegasi and bat ponies alike, those capable of flight treasured they wing and Sigil dreaded what he was going to see. It was worse than he feared, the damage on his main body was horrifying, open wounds all over him, leaking blood that oozed into the pool of acids, slowly tinting it red. But his wings were worse, the leathery membrane between them was basically gone, only a few scraps remained of it, loosely hanging between the fingers. And even they were not better off, only bone at this point, with a few bits of sinew holding them together. Plenty of bones had already fallen off. Sigil panicked. All reason aside he only wanted to get away from the relentless acids, so he tried standing up to pull his body out of it. And legs pushing down, his upper body pressed against the stomach wall above him, he actually managed to lift his body out the pool, only his legs left into it. This was a mistake. The softer flesh of his belly had suffered far more than the rest of him had, he only held this posture for a few seconds before, with a sickening tearing noise, his belly ruptured and his intestines dropped back into the pool. Followed by a screaming Sigil who collapsed under the pain. Now with a large hole in him, his inside was flooded by the fluids, brutal acids coating his lungs, heart and other organs and dissolving their soft flesh. The agony swelled to the point where he was getting delirious, only flailing and twitching around blindly.

A pleased smile adorned Gyro's beak as he felt his prey's death throes shaking his belly, how nice of the stallion to give him a last massage as a parting gift. Of course, he used that time to add his own touches and pushes to his grumbling and screaming gut. Slowly but surely it lessened, first the voice grew silent and only the sound of the digestion remained. Not long after that the movement waned and as Sigil's fighting stopped. Now his belly was almost still, only an occasional twitch would come from it inside. Gyro knew this would continue for about half an hour, he always wondered if this was just a result of his prey's dead nerves triggering under the digestion or if they were still alive, trying to struggle with a body too broken for any movement. Ultimately it wasn't his problem, the show was over and he deserved a good night's rest.

Sigil was barely conscious, each part of his body was either hurting or just a feelingless dull throb and any try to move it achieved nothing useful. He had lost his eyesight during his earlier uncontrolled struggle when on one instance his head dipped under the acids. But maybe that was for the better. At least his hearing was still working, all around him he heard the stomach working and groaning. But under it he also heard something else, the gryphon's slow and heavy breathing. While no possibility to express it, Sigil was very pissed that the bird just decided to sleep him off, instead of just ending him faster. So the bat pony was slowly wasting away, all feeling of time lost, till finally his thoughts grew faint and his body gave up.

Gyro slept peacefully and sound while his gut worked away on the expired pony. Sigil's inner organs were the first to go, their flesh softer and less resilient to the onslaught of digestion. Hearth, lung, liver and the rest was broken down, reduced until there was only a meaty pulp filling the ponies insides. The fat and flesh were the next things to go, melting off from various places, giving Sigil's corpse and almost deflated look, just a furless mass of bones held together by a few stubborn muscles. But ultimately they yielded too, more and more of his figure collapsed and fell off while the meaty pulp surrounding Sigil rose. The entire process was accelerated when Gyro turned around in his sleep, big, rounded out belly sloshing as its contend were stirred by the movements, a faint rustling was audible as the pile of tumbled around with it. If Gyro noticed any of this, it didn't show. The bird was fast asleep, one claw rubbing his loudly churning gut, the serene picture only interrupted by the occasional belch coming from him as he disposed of a few gaseous byproducts the melting pony produced.

It didn't take long after this point until his stomach started to pump the mess deeper, the meaty slurry was steadily moved into Gyro's gizzard which stopped all the fur, hair and bones from moving further while the liquified meat was let further into Gyro's intestines. For the rest of the night, both organs were busy processing the pony further. The mass of flesh was slowly moved through the intestine, where it was dried and all useful nutrients were extracted, the gryphon's greedy body took it healthy fill, settling as new layers of fat on Gyro's rump and belly. The gizzard meanwhile steadily compacted the indigestible parts into a firm pellet, pressing on it and moving it around. A few bones broke and cracked in the process but soon the entire skeleton was snugly tangled up in the fur and mane. Now that the work was done, the pellet was moved upwards again, strong muscles pushing and shoving it, till it rested it resting place in Gyro's crop.

A line of daylight wandered through Gyro's room, expanding steadily the illuminated area until it finally reached the snoring gryphon. With an annoyed groan, the bird began stirring, yawning and slowly arriving in the land of the awake. While he wouldn't mind dozing a bit more, he really had to get lest his guest got impatient to leave like the last one. Jumping out of his bed, Gyro started stretching like a cat and took an overview of his body. As expected yesterday's meals had left him a bit fatter though it was still manageable, thought of note were two small bulges on him, one in his throat and the other further down, towards his rear end. Smirking he started his trip towards his trophy room, time to finish this off.

He approached the little table at the end of it, Blue Thrush's pellet still on it. "Oh, yes that's still here. You gave me quite a shit yesterday, almost got me caught, I fear I can not let this go unpunished." Gyro said in a mocking tone as he picked the pellet up and threw it over his

shoulder. He didn't even bother to look at it as it shattered against the wall. It appeared he freed the workbench just in time, he already felt the muscles in his throat moving. The pellet was slowly pushed through his throat, muscles constricting under it in rhythmic pulses to move it against gravity's pull. At the last bit, Gyro had to hack and retch to move it along, but this was a well practiced process for him. Soon it started to fill his mouth and with a last heave, the pellet flew past his beak and landed with a wet splash on the table. After a short break to catch his breath Gyro finally have it a good inspection. He liked what he saw. The entire thing was about one fourth the size the former stallion was, a mass of bones bound by plum-colored fur intersected with swirls of mauve-colored hair, soaked in saliva and stomach fluids. The skull stuck out just the right way to show off the bat ponies sharp teeth, a detail his past bat-pony meal seemed to neglect and a fitting revenge for yesterday's bite. His shoulder was still aching a bit. There were even a few rows of small wing bones visible on one side of it, almost in the right order, even. "All that ranting and struggle, yet you end up like this? Talk about mixed signals." Once the pellet dried it would definitely end in his collection.

--Disposal warning--

But first, he really should take off the rest of the guard, he wasn't in the mood for an urgent sprint like he had to do with that blue pegasus. Actually, now that he thought about it he had a little idea.

Finding the heap of waste that used to be Blue Thrush wasn't particularly hard. Not only wasn't it too far into the forest, the fat pegasus made a sizeable pile indeed. Though it had dried up a bit in the time it was resting here. "Ah, Blue, fancy seeing you again. Do you remember the little guard that visited us yesterday? Turns out he was sorry for interrupting us and want to give you some company." Gyro stepped next to the pile, turned around and lifted his tail to the side. Pressure mounted and a happy sight escaped his beak as the first turd parted his backdoor.

The logs were smooth and easy to pass, one advantage of his Gizzard filtering out the annoying stuff. Turd after turd was pressed out of his tail hole, he didn't even needed to put in much effort. His intestines were packed tight enough that his sphincter had no time to relax before the next load went on it journey through it. The foul mass plopped steadily onto the pile under him with some rather wet splaches. A content satisfaction spread through his body as the bulge in his intestines was vacated, though he could do without the smell. The brown mount behind him rapidly built up and in the end he even had to move a bit to prevent an unfortunate accident. Finally, with some additional squeezing to get the final pieces out, this was eventually done and Gyro prepared to make his way home. But before that, he gave the pile one last look. Turns out the crap made from the chubby pegasus was a lot softer than the remains of the trained night-guard and as such Sigil's turds were slowly sinking into Blue Thrush's waste heap. "Look at that, you two are already bonding!" With an excited chuckle Gyro finally went on his way home.