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Subject: swallowed
Date: 13 Oct 92 07:19:36 GMT
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Shahliss              10:41   4s
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Erych chuckles.  Erych, the variable lunch.
Tugrik returns to term.
Tugrik knows he can do a 5'0" normal-frame human, with a real strain. 
Tugrik could prolly do more, but it would hurt.
Erych is an otter.  Kinda thin and lanky.  And long-bodied.
Tugrik should shift to full horse form.  so he can handle up to 5'11" human or
 so.
Erych wonders why there is a difference in capacity.  He thought your form
 changing was a simple change in posture.
Before you stands a powerful unicorn stallion. He is bipedal, seven feet of
domineering equine musculature clad in dark indigo fur. A single fiery horn
and glinting metal from his robotic arm reflect light in dramatic rays, soli
and cold implements of such a beautiful creature. His mane flares about his
head wildly, blown by the wind untamed, all marked of his strength within.
Carrying:
Whipped Cream Pie
a red waterballoon
He wears a simple beltpack around his midsection, tight against his flanks. 
 It has pouches to hold his stuff.
Tugrik nods. It is, MOSTLY.
Tugrik notes that standing fourlegged, it is easier to carry weight slung
 under, instead of protruding from the foreside.
Erych nods.
Erych closes his eyes and begins to enlarge.  He seems to watch you for a clue
 as to when to stop.
Tugrik also notes that standing on four legs lets the front collarbone expand
 easier, to let more go down in one gulp.
Tugrik says, "if you're more slender than human, stop at 6' or so."
[Tugrik has just looked at you.]
Tugrik wishes all his hunt-meals were this easy. :)
Erych expands up to the desired height.  He masses perhaps what a human six
 inches shorter would.
Tugrik would love to catch, say, a rabbit, and go "get this big, i'm hungry"
 or run down a fullzise deer and scale it down to 75% of original. :)
Erych grins.
Erych makes a few invisible alterations.  No need for air.  Teleport ability
 intact.
Tugrik is simply hungry now.
Tugrik stands on four legs, in full horse form, as well.
Erych also gives his body tissues a bit of a resistance to acids.
You see a large indigo-blue unicorn stallion.  Technohorse of breed, his
 hooves are really six fingers curled up to walk on, and a simple horn is on
 his brow.  His left foreleg is cybernetic, and he stands at about 19hands
 high.
Carrying:
Whipped Cream Pie
a red waterballoon
He wears a simple beltpack around his midsection, tight against his flanks. 
 It has pouches to hold his stuff.
Tugrik simply reaches out with his mouth, and *clamp*s it onto your tail.
( You get knocked to the ground, suspended from behind by your tail. )
# spoofed by Tugrik #
Erych hms.  Is 19 hands about-- "Eeep!"
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Ellissa               00:19  17m
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Shahliss              10:49  21s
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Tugrik snaps his neck forward, as his teeth grip.  In this way, you start to
 go down like a snake does to its prey. Tug works up until he has your
 hindquarters held securely in a tooth-grip, you dangling from his mouth.
Erych is breathing quickly, and his heart races.
Tugrik sits back on his haunches, and reaches up his right foreleg, to suspend
 your midbody, and *shoves* you back into his mouth. You feel his neckmuscles
 strain around you, rather tightly.
Erych starts to wriggle..
Tugrik's neck works you in, until you're down his neck, with only the forelegs
 and head hanging out.
Tugrik puts his hand down, now that most ofyou is inside, and can be
 supported, and  you feel waves of motion around, as he swallows hard.
Erych continues to wriggle within you..
Tugrik's neck is stretched forward, and bulged hugely, as you are worked until
 only your head is left hanging out, between rows of technohorse teeth.
Tugrik closes his mouth, around your head, you inside the tooth-area.  and
 with a *GULP* shoves you down his neck.
Erych is thrust into darkness.
Erych thinks, >/ *terror* \<
Tugrik swallows a few more times, working you past the collarbone, and down
 into his belly.  You feel pressure as you go thur his chest, and you hear his
 large horse-heart pounding.
Tugrik give sone last strong *GULP* and you get shoved very hard.  And yo
 ufeel all the pressure let up, asn you are dropped into his stomach, slung
 below his body.
Tugrik sits back on his hind haunches, and patpats his hugely swollen belly. 
 He burps, and you feel the walls close in around you, as the air is vented
 out his mouth.
Erych gets enough of his senses straightened out that he manages to try
 something..you feel him expand a bit more within you..until you are *quite*
 fulll.  He stops expanding.
Tugrik's capacity is much larger than what he can swallow at once; you hit
 nearly 8 feet in length inside him.
Tugrik OOOOFs, as his belly appears about doublewidth, a big bulge of in front
 of his hindlegs, below his chest.
Erych lies trembling, worrying about what happens if something goes wrong..
Tugrik shifts, and stands anthroform.  And quite immediately sits back on his
 behind, against the wall, hands over his tummy.
Erych pushes those thoughts to the back of his mind.
Erych feels the weight shift.
Tugrik's beltpack can't take the stretch, even tho it is partially elastic,
 and tug undoes the beltbuckle.
Erych is glad he doesn't have to breathe..his air ran out just a moment ago.
Tugrik aaaahs, as the pressure of the belt comes off.
Tugrik solidly *PATPAT*s his belly, and chuckles. yhou feel the hitting, and
 then get bounced with the laugh.
Tugrik says, "what happens if something goes wrong?  I lose a friend, but gain
 dinner nutrition, I guess."
Tugrik grabs a can of hawaiina punch out of his beltpack, and drinks  it down,
 to ease his stretched throat.
Erych gets wet and sticky.
(  You can hear an omnious gurgling near a valve you feel in the stomach, by
 the back end. )
# spoofed by Tugrik #
Erych thinks, >/ ...I...I rely on you to tell...tell me when to... \<
Desdi pages:  A tiny little imp comes scurrying up to you and squeeks, "Desdi
 says 'whassup?'"
Tugrik nods, and concentrates.  He usues what little magic he's leanred to
 keep from digesting you on the spot.
You page, "Not much..." to Desdi.
Desdi pages:  A tiny little imp comes scurrying up to you and squeeks, "Desdi
 says 'aww, why not? :)'"
You page, "*shrug* Not a lot of thrilling things going on." to Desdi.
Tugrik's stomach doesn't release acid, then. But it thinks it did, and its
 starts to chug, gripping and pusghing at you, trying to digest.  It only
 exerts pressure and rotates you around, as it has no fluids to break you down
 with.
Erych has to admit this is the oddest sensation he's ever felt..
Desdi pages:  A tiny little imp comes scurrying up to you and squeeks, "Desdi
 says 'aww....'"
You page, "I am now sans wizbit.." to Desdi.
Tugrik's belly *squoosh*es you and pushes you over, upsidedown, and back
 again, as his stomach can be seen from the outside to contract in waves.
Desdi pages:  A tiny little imp comes scurrying up to you and squeeks, "Desdi
 says 'eek. why?'"
Tugrik urfs.
You page, "Well, I had asked once, and it got granted, even though I'd changed
 my mind.." to Desdi.
Erych oofs silently within you.
Tugrik notes if you were to srhink to *small* (under 1') the belly would think
 that it'd taken care of you, and what was left was waste, and would pass you
 thought.
Tugrik thought^through.
Erych thinks, >/ ...that...what you want..? \<
Tugrik doesn't care.  but it would get you out, and it would take only 20 mins
 or so.  Tug's entire system is *fast*, and cycles quickly.
Erych thinks, >/ ..it's your body..what do you say? \<
Tugrik's belly, tho, with this large of mass in it, is chugging furiously. 
 Quite strongly.
Tugrik is uncomfy like this.  Either @tel out, shink and pass, or let tug's
 body digest you. your option.. tho #2 is prolly safest without trying to @tel
 in your other form.
Erych would rather not option #3.
Erych thinks, >/ ..no offense.. \<
Tugrik can't hold #3 off much longer.  So shrink and go.
Erych begins to feel like much less within you.  He smoothly shrinks himself
 to about half of the length he was when first you saw him tonight.
( You feel a slight burn as a SMALL amount of acid touches you, but that goes
 away as you shrink. )
# spoofed by Tugrik #
Erych thinks, >/ ...ow... \<
A handsome male Sea Otter stands before you, grinning otterishly.  His fur is
 a honey-brown, which is darkened when wet, which is quite often, considering
 what he is.  He cheeps happily at you as you look him over.
[Erych has a look-notify program.]
[Erych has just looked at you.]
Carrying:
Pin: No longer a wizard.(#5173)
Button: Born Again Unicorn(#12716)
A silver choker necklace, set with a golden lion's head.(#1182)
A rich kimono of deepest royal blue, embroidered with brilliant golden dragons
 fighting among silver clouds.  Pearls have been sewn carefully onto the back,
 to simulate the raindrops that fall during the dragon-battles.(#7418D)
A black disc-shaped amulet inscribed with a silver image of a unicorn.(#1038)
one of tk's multiplexers, hidden cleverly on his person where no one, not even
 you, can see it.(#2008D)
Property changed.
A handsome male Sea Otter stands before you, grinning otterishly.  His fur is
 a honey-brown, which is darkened when wet, which is quite often, considering
 what he is.  He cheeps happily at you as you look him over.
[Erych has a look-notify program.]
[Erych has just looked at you.]
Carrying:
Pin: No longer a wizard.(#5173)
Button: Born Again Unicorn(#12716)
A silver choker necklace, set with a golden lion's head.(#1182)
A rich kimono of deepest royal blue, embroidered with brilliant golden dragons
 fighting among silver clouds.  Pearls have been sewn carefully onto the back,
 to simulate the raindrops that fall during the dragon-battles.(#7418D)
A black disc-shaped amulet inscribed with a silver image of a unicorn.(#1038)
one of tk's multiplexers, hidden cleverly on his person where no one, not even
 you, can see it.(#2008D)
( Tug hangs up RL phone.. .grr )
# spoofed by Tugrik #
Tugrik's hugely swollen belly, that had contained a few hundred pounds of
 Erych, is now totally like normal. you can't even see the slightest bulge in
 the horse-body, as you shrank.
Description set.
Tugrik feels his stomach give a *squeeze* and force you down past.
Erych is now greatly jostled by the movements of your inner body.
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Tugrik feels a warm lump being forced around in his abdomen.  It's not
 uncomfortable, but unusual, as it's usually only liquid that goes thru
 there.
Tugrik rolls over on his back.
Erych is also fortunately rather limber, which translates to being a bit
 liquid of form.
Erych shrinks a bit smaller.  7" now, or thereabouts.
Tugrik's body is capable of moving around and passing large bones and lumps,
 and has no trouble shoving you thru.
( Honey, I shrunk the unicorn.. )
# spoofed by Erych #
( You feel yourself bounce more, as Tug snikcers at a BAD pun )
# spoofed by Tugrik #
Erych goes bouncebounce through your system.
Tugrik lays like this, for the better part of a half hour, feeling the odd
 feelings of some*one* being shoved thru his body.
( You feel the shoving stop, and the pressure of being in tightspaces ease
 slightly, and all is quiet, dark, warm. )
# spoofed by Tugrik #
Tugrik feels nothing else going on, and stands up, shaking his head.
Tugrik *streeeeeeeeetch*s, after that halfhour liedown.
Erych thinks, >/ Where am I? \<
Tugrik blinks, as if a memory is provoked.  Tug forgets he ate you, he's not
 used to sound from inside.
Tugrik answers your question, by settling his hindquarters down. You feeel the
 walls around you *squeeze*.
( *PLOP* you end up on the ground, in the light, under a lot of horse-tail. )
# spoofed by Tugrik #
Erych cleans himself off.
Tugrik turns around, and looks at you.
Erych looks up.
Erych is REAL tiny.
Tugrik's belly grumbles *loudly*, as now it wants to be fed for real.  IT
 didnt' get to digest anything, and there's a load of acids in there swirling
 around.
Tugrik looks at you, but doesn't get the urge to eat you again.]
Erych wonders if that is a difficult urge to suppress.
Erych stretches himself out...it wa rather cramped.
Tugrik nods.  It always is, with tug's kind.  Food is food. It's a*conscious*
 thing to determine if friend or not.
Erych sits, pondering what just happened.
A handsome male Sea Otter stands before you, grinning otterishly.  His fur is
 a honey-brown, which is darkened when wet.  Right now, a patch of it seems to
 have been burned off of his right shoulder.
Carrying:
Pin: No longer a wizard.(#5173)
Button: Born Again Unicorn(#12716)
A silver choker necklace, set with a golden lion's head.(#1182)
A rich kimono of deepest royal blue, embroidered with brilliant golden dragons
 fighting among silver clouds.  Pearls have been sewn carefully onto the back,
 to simulate the raindrops that fall during the dragon-battles.(#7418D)
A black disc-shaped amulet inscribed with a silver image of a unicorn.(#1038)
one of tk's multiplexers, hidden cleverly on his person where no one, not even
 you, can see it.(#2008D)
Tugrik notes a technohorse, who is sick, not fully 'aware' (stoned/tired/etc),
 or has moods blinding his judgement, can eat about anyone and not think
 twice.
Erych looks down at his shoulder.  Hmm.
Tugrik sees a nasty little acid burn there.
Erych thinks, >/ ...well...how was that for you? \<
Tugrik therefore does his best to NOT be hungry when he knows he may be
 not-fully-mentally-there.
Erych just thinks it was *strange*, from his viewpoint.
Tugrik notes it felt rather satisfying to eat *large*, he rarely gets to do
 that on Furry.  but it only leaves a *very* hungry tug now.
Erych hmms.
Erych closes his eyes.  A large bale of hay appears.
Tugrik can do that too.  And does this..
Tugrik closes his eyes, and you see a small portal shimmer into view.  Thru
 the portal, you can see a small herd of deer.
Erych decides to change form.
Description set.
Tugrik reaches thru it with a big hand, and brings to this room one smaller
 doe, like a pygmy species.  But still rather large.
bale of hay created with number 12942.
Tugrik proceeds to eat that, in the same manner as you. It struggles as he
 crams it down in  swallowing motions.
Dropped.
Erych watches, spellbound..
Erych doesn't notice he is gaping.
Tugrik gets it so the head is in his mouth, and with a closing of eyes, and a
 *GULP*, you see a huge bulge shove down his throat.
Tugrik swallows a few more times, and you see nothing more than his expanded
 belly, thrasing as its newly-introduced contents get dropped into an
 acid-full chugging stomach.
Tugrik sits back on his hindquarters, hand on belly, as it chugs rather
 loudly. You can hear it from there.
Erych still just gapes.
Player Name          On For Idle
Taryn                 01:11   8m
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Tugrik picks up a small wadded bit of paper from the ground, and shoots it at
 your open mouth.  Scores.
Erych spits it out, and seems to gain his senses back, shaken back into the
 here and now.
Tugrik says, "close that, or you might let alla bugs in."
Tugrik grins, and *oofs* once as you see what appeared to be a violent, final
 kick from his swallowed prey.
Erych shakes his head to clear it. "I'm..I'm sorry.
Erych had to try hard not to try to fight you, in there..
Tugrik's midsection now moves rythmically, tho still loudly, as it is mostly
 liquid it's dealing with now, digesting the prey.  As he walks next to you,
 you can feel the *heat* from his midsection, as such high-power digestion is
 exothermic.
Tugrik says, "Eating live is also a way my kind uses to keep warm."
Tugrik can eat something like that doe, and stay warm inside for a full day
 from the heat-byproduct.
Erych nods slowly..his eyes do not leave your distended belly..
Before you stands a powerful unicorn stallion. He is bipedal, seven feet of
domineering equine musculature clad in dark indigo fur. A single fiery horn
and glinting metal from his robotic arm reflect light in dramatic rays, soli
and cold implements of such a beautiful creature. His mane flares about his
head wildly, blown by the wind untamed, all marked of his strength within.
Carrying:
Whipped Cream Pie
a red waterballoon
He wears a simple beltpack around his midsection, tight against his flanks. 
 It has pouches to hold his stuff.
Tugrik lays down, on his back, to be more comfortable, his belly only moving
 with peristalsic rythm, not thrashing of prey anymore.
Tugrik yaaaaAAAWWWWNs again. Eating makes tug tired.
Erych slumps down to a cushion.
You say, "I wasn't prepared for you to grab me like that.."
Tugrik grins, and says to put a hand on tug's belly. Feel how hot it gets.
Erych reaches out a hesitant hand, lowers it to your belly.  Lifts it, after
 but a moment.
( You feel strong motion of muscle, and a very very warm sensation. )
# spoofed by Tugrik #
You say, "Why..why don't you eat head-first?"
Tugrik eats based on what end he grabs first.  When it' slive, you don't have
 time to pick and choose.
Erych notes you had a choice with him.
Tugrik notes for SOME prey, is easier like that. Not all, tho. Shoulda eaten
 the doe the other way, it wouldn't have hurt as much.
Tugrik nods. you're an otter.  It didn't matter which end.
Erych oddly finds himself wondering what it would like to be one of your kind.
Tugrik points at his churning belly. "you were in there.  What'd it feel
 like?"
You say, "Strange...like...well, like being in a bed, but more...firm."
You say, "Nestled fully in a warm, encasing space.."
Tugrik says, "that was trying, and nearly did, digest you."
You say, "But for the worry, it was almost comfortable...until your digestion
 started up."
Tugrik notes when his stomach churns like that, that hard... it's very strong
 down there.
Erych wonders what you honestly would have done if it suceeded.
Tugrik says, "What COULD have I done?  My system is automatic."
Erych nods, uncomfortably.
Tugrik would have deposited you in a few piles on the ground a bit later, he
 guesses. And would be rather sad it happened.
Tugrik says, "is a risky thing to do what you did, yah."
Erych trusted you.
Tugrik nods. Tug tried his best, and with his adivce to you, it came out okay.
Erych could have simply ended up as horse-chow, if you'd really wanted.
Tugrik nods.
You say, "It was strange..."
Tugrik's belly is a bit more sleek now, as the stomach's contents are but only
 paste finally, and it's feeind down lower to be assimilated.
Erych usually has to wait nearly a day for a meal to go through.
Tugrik's full wait, from eat to last drop, is about 2 hours.  From eat to
 *first* drop, maybe as little as 30-45 mins. Depending on how active the
 system is. (how long it's been since he ate)
Tugrik shows you a little trick.
Tugrik gulps once, then argches his neck, and makes a small sound, like a
 burp, but not quite.
Erych tilts his head.
Tugrik spits once, out thru the exit, into the halfway house, and you hear a
 *ssssss!* as what he spat hits the concrete out there.
Erych hmms..
Tugrik grins. "Stomach acid is rather strong.  I don' know why I can do that. 
 Maybe, sometime later down the evolution ladder, that will be a weapon."
Tugrik says, "for now, it's but a party gag."
Erych thinks you make a rather powerful hunter as it stands now.
Erych is quite impressed.
You say, "I should..try that sometime.."
Tugrik is just oft hungry, and tug's body luckily is very easy to feed.
Tugrik has memories of *doing this*. RL memories. Tug knows what it *Feels*
 like, erych.
Erych oddly seems to have vague, very vague, memories.  he can *imagine* doing
 it, but there are no vivid memories.  *shrug*
Erych could just have a good imagination.
Tugrik's belly is right now full of about his most *potent* acids his body
 makes, and the paste that used to be the doe.  "Anything I swallow right now
 is *gone*."  
Erych isn't volunteering.
Tugrik says, "except for somethign plastic, or otherwise acid-proof."
Erych is glad he thought of that step.  Didn't think of so protecting the fur,
 though.
You say, "How did it feel to be...so full of me?"
Tugrik notes this stage is where he gets munchies for smaller critters.  When
 they get swallowed into instant-kill acidful tummy like that, it's no
 problems.  so tug can eat 'em easily.
Tugrik says, "can you conjure-up something small?  I could use it, and would
 be deomonstrative.  you're better at that than I am."
Player Name          On For Idle
Taryn                 01:29  11m
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Erych hmmmms.
Erych closes his eyes.  There is a shimmer, and a rabbitish animal appears,
 with green fur.
Erych notes it is about 2 1/2 feet in height.  "Too big?"
Tugrik happily *snaps* it out of midair. It fits in his mouth, mostly.
Tugrik swallows it in but a few neck-pumping gulps.
Erych makes another.
Tugrik gets it down before it can struggle too hard, tho you see the
 neck-retreating bulge *kick* a few forceful times, making Tug wince.
You say, "I don't mind those dying off...they were nearly a plague on our
 world.  Reproduced like mad, and ate the same stuff we did."
Tugrik aaaahs as the pressure goes, and you hear a muted-by-horseflesh
 yowl/scream sound, in tandemo with a quick flurry of motion in his fluid-full
 belly.
The second green 'rabbit' spooks and starts to run away.
Tugrik grabs the other in his mouth, but this one is THRASHING in fear a bit
 hard.
Tugrik BITES down, and crushes its neck and back.  The crature goes limp in
 tug's grasp.
Erych gulps.
Erych wonders if you'd have done that...if he'd fought too much..?
Tugrik easily swallows the motionless form, and you see his tummy expand
 further, now chugging again with its new content addititons.
Tugrik nopenopes. Tug has control over that.
You say, "Another..?"
Tugrik nopes.  This one is comfortably full.
Tugrik thanks you for them, tho... and rolls back over on his back.
Erych knows the way to keep friends...keep them fed.
Erych grins, trying to ease his own self.
Tugrik grins. "My mate likes to make love to me like this... for while she
 lays atop, she can feel my belly at work, and the warmpth makes things OH so
 nice. :)"
Tugrik is lewd, he knows, but is fed and in good mood.
Erych imagines that would feel good...snaps from his mind the thought that
 forms there.
Tugrik very softly reminds you, that he is no innocent.  Tug's been with
 shaterri before, as an experimentation. VR lets you try things that you would
 never let yourself try in RL.
Erych chuckles.  That would be something.  Tug & Erycha.
You say, "I wasn't thinking *exactly* that.."
Tugrik nods.  Tug knows, you are a shapechanger to more than just *shape*. :)
Erych hasn't been with a male like that, though.
Erych is yet a virgin, even if in a technicality.
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Timberwolf            04:16   1m
Tygryss               04:30  13m
Foxen                 04:45  11m
Alexandra             07:56   2s
Shahliss              11:46  47s
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Tugrik has, only o9nce. With his friend Shaterri. As a VR experiment. 
 Shaterri is a cool guy.. but tug knows from that experience he'd never wan'
 do that in RL.
Erych almost did.  And probably wouldn't anymore.
Tugrik wouldn't think less of you if you did, or didn't, so don' be ashamed. 
 But tug knows now he wouldn't, from how he feels during the VR playout of
 such.
Erych assumes you've seen the form he's talking about.
Tugrik has, but onlyu once.
Description set.
A 5'5" female anthropomorphic unicorn, shapely body covered in fine white
 hair, and a long flowing white-gold mane cascading over her shoulders.  Her
 hooves are golden, her hands are five-fingered.  Her full breasts jut
 statuesquely from her body, and are shrouded in bits of mane.
[Erych has a look-notify program.]
[Erych has just looked at you.]
Carrying:
Pin: No longer a wizard.(#5173)
Button: Born Again Unicorn(#12716)
A silver choker necklace, set with a golden lion's head.(#1182)
A rich kimono of deepest royal blue, embroidered with brilliant golden dragons
 fighting among silver clouds.  Pearls have been sewn carefully onto the back,
 to simulate the raindrops that fall during the dragon-battles.(#7418D)
A black disc-shaped amulet inscribed with a silver image of a unicorn.(#1038)
one of tk's multiplexers, hidden cleverly on his person where no one, not even
 you, can see it.(#2008D)
Erych shimmers.
Tugrik RL changes clothes, to ready for bed sometime soon, while you change
 your form.
[Tugrik has just looked at you.]
Erych's voice is much higher, and even a bit sultry. "This one.."
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Hatch                 00:01  38s
Freela                00:02   8s
Vixen                 00:08  11s
Talien                00:10  10m
Temp                  00:28  24m
Elias-lan             00:34  22s
Leonard               00:39  18s
Miller                00:43   8s
Chris                 00:46   6m
Maori                 01:05  18s
Alendria              01:21   2m
Ellissa               01:20  24m
Taryn                 01:40   5m
Desenia               01:55   2m
Erych                 02:17   0s
JimStoat              02:19   3m
Ogami-chan            02:23   5s
Tugrik                02:50   1m
Jon-Ra                03:22   4s
Timberwolf            04:20  34s
Tygryss               04:33   1m
Foxen                 04:48  14m
Alexandra             08:00   8s
Shahliss              11:50   3s
25 players are connected.
Tugrik wonders if you've seen Tug? (the .gif)
Erych hasn't yet.  Looking for a good GIF viewer.
Tugrik looks you over, and his aroused-by-being-overwarm-and-fed self takes a
 bit of bodily notice.  
Tugrik can't help it. Natural reaction.  Looks over your form appraisingly.
Erych smiles softly.
Tugrik says, "erych, in the public eye, we have been seen at odds.  As well as
 we have a reputation of being competitors, or at least protective in that
 area."
Tugrik says, "if this goes any further, I will nto stop it; I will happily
 share with any female form that will have me. but if it does, it stays
 *PRIVATE*, and between us only."
Erych nods..
Tugrik leaves it up to you, then. Stretched out on the ground, you see a
 slightly-bellybulged, very warm, and sexually mildly aroused technohorse,
 right in front of you.
Erych teases, "Being passive, stallion?"
Tugrik is satiated, and tired from feeding. yes, very passive. :)
Erych moves to sit near you.
Tugrik smiles, and watches you.  His midsection makes less soudn now, and is
 calming down, the 'rabbits' taken care of.
Erych remembers something Ashy said long ago.  Long, LONG ago.  About the
 relationship between hunter and prey, how it is akin to that of lovers, after
 a fashion..
Erych means, of course, only intelligent beings on both ends..
Tugrik has heard similar....
Tugrik is lying there.  At full length, atop his belly, too.   He is in the
 mood to share, but not to *take*; so he waits for actions of sharing, isntead
 of going oafter you.
Erych grins.  She suggests that if she angers you in future, she can just let
 you eat her.
Tugrik chuckles softly, making his tummy and erection bounce slightly.
Erych titters a bit, watching it.
Erych's anatomy bounces a bit, as well.
Tugrik is not ashamed of being erect, it's a natural function. nor is he
 ashamed to feel good while watching your body display itself in a mare-like
 fashion.
Erych should have presented you with *this* form to down.  She would have
 cried, "Eat me, stallion!" :)
Tugrik's *body* is turned on by *body*.  His mind is turned on by love.  Tug
 is friend, so his mind is happy.. but it's his body now that wants the
 action, most of all.
Tugrik says, "that's why I can think of doing it with you, even if the True
 You, this is not. :)  You have QUITE the bod there, just now..."
Erych reaches down, and touches your erect member, very very lightly..
Tugrik mmmmMMMMmmms, and you see his chest twitch once with your touch.
Erych grins. "Oh, that is Taryn's doing...she designed this form.."
Tugrik grins. It figures.  Taryn always knows how to turn tug on.
[Tugrik has just looked at you.]
Erych giggles.
A 5'5" female anthropomorphic unicorn, shapely body covered in fine white
 hair, and a long flowing white-gold mane cascading over her shoulders.  Her
 hooves are golden, her hands are five-fingered.  Her full breasts jut
 statuesquely from her body, and are shrouded in bits of mane.
[Erych has a look-notify program.]
[Erych has just looked at you.]
Carrying:
Pin: No longer a wizard.(#5173)
Button: Born Again Unicorn(#12716)
A silver choker necklace, set with a golden lion's head.(#1182)
A rich kimono of deepest royal blue, embroidered with brilliant golden dragons
 fighting among silver clouds.  Pearls have been sewn carefully onto the back,
 to simulate the raindrops that fall during the dragon-battles.(#7418D)
A black disc-shaped amulet inscribed with a silver image of a unicorn.(#1038)
one of tk's multiplexers, hidden cleverly on his person where no one, not even
 you, can see it.(#2008D)
Erycha makes the full change, name and all.
[Tugrik has just looked at you.]
Tugrik s' body wan' interact with your body, before his typist has to sleep
 RL. And isn't too worried about names. :)
Erycha traces a finger up your chest...
Tugrik smiles to you. "so, tell me now.. really wan' do it?"
Erycha must admit..her body is reacting to the form of a rather handsome
 stallion, and some of her feelings while male were a bit sexual..
Erycha is intellectually questioning it, but is beginning to consider just
 letting her body decide..
Erycha's hand caresses your chest.
Tugrik is at the ready, at your decision.  Tug's feelings now are based on
 physical fun, and form, naught else.  To tug's kind, it is just a very
 special form of play, when like this. -:=8)
Erycha should get pregnant on you. ;)
Tugrik reaches up a hand, and softly strokes your erect breast, to see if tha
 tprovokes the feelings for you.
Tugrik smells no heat, tho.  Either your true nature shines thru, and such
 isn't possible, or simply tis the wrong season.
Erycha gasps!  A shiver runs through her body..her nipple becomes erect in a
 moment..
Tugrik also notes, a child would betray the privacy tug requests. Due to the
 reps we have, reguarding each other, such is not allowable.  But this simple
 play is.
Tugrik grins, and massages your breast softly.  "And your decision?"
Erycha sits, her eyes closed.. "..you make for a very...*shiver*...very
 convincing argument, stallion..."
Tugrik runs a single, large finger down your naked form, ending up with giving
 your inner thigh a slight tickle.
Tugrik pulls his hands back, and smiles to you.
Erycha looks at you, her eyes a bit more intense than before..
Tugrik smiles back, and is right below you, mare.
Tugrik waits for you to make the first move, the mount, if you are to let
 yourself start the play. It is up to you.
Erycha isn't usually the initiator, even when male...and this will be her
 first time...
Tugrik's body wants to get busy, as well as he has not much time. So he smiles
 up at you...
Tugrik sits up, and with a playful *FLOP* you are on your back, with a Tugrik
 over you, his hands on your arm, his body poised above yours.. his member
 dangling right above your thighs...
Tugrik smiles down at you.  "An' all you ahve to do is say the word, mare."
You say, "Aye..just...be gentle..."
Tugrik's hindquarters lower, and you feel a very large head, of a full sized
 horse, pushging against the groin of your smaller, anthro form.
Erycha's eyes widen..she trusts you, but it must be frightening to her, a
 bit..
Erycha's legs part a bit..
Tugrik's nostrils flare, and you feel *push* repeated pressure, as he pushes
 against that area, each time more tensely...
Erycha moves her hips, to get the largest benefit from it..
Tugrik's erection finds the opening, and starts to *stretch* it open, as the
 tip pushes in softly...
Erycha's mouth forms an 'oh', and she gasps..
Erycha holds her breath, not wanting to release it..
Tugrik slowly lowers his body down on yours, and you feel a shaft start to
 enter you... your hips pushed a tad wider apart by the size of what is
 getting slipped in...
Erycha feels a bit of sharp pain..
You say, "..oh!"
Tugrik's tail is held high, as he slides in further.. you can feel the bulge
 of the too-big-for-anthroform head inching up your belly...
Erycha gasps, and cries out a bit as you near and then press against her
 hymen..
You say, "...care...carefulll..."
Tugrik's penis enters until you feel a dull pressure; tug pushes in, to as far
 as your body lets him....breaking the hymen, and sliding up snug against the
 cervix.
Erycha cries out with unexpected pain...but this melts slowly into  awonderful
 feeling of...being full...
Erycha is only in slight pain..perhaps she is slightly overfull..
Tugrik's erection is 3/4 of the way into you; the lenght that doesnt fit
 stands outside, your lips stretched widely around the big diameter...
Erycha looks up at you, eyes *very* wide...
You say, "Kiss me, stallion..."
Tugrik pulls back, slowly.. the bulge in your belly retreats back down to your
 groin....
Tugrik *pushes* in, back to the length, at the same time he plants his mouth
 on yours, into a *deep* kiss, absorbing your gasp as he shoves in...
Erycha groans with the sensation, and sighs a bit with slight relief..
Erycha's mouth is waiting, and seems hungry..
Erycha is getting caught up in the sensation..
Tugrik kisses deep, his tounge probing into your mouth...
Tugrik's  horsecock has you stretched taught around... gripping Tug tightly.  
Erycha's hands roam your broad, indigo-colored back..
Erycha gives you an experimental squeeze inside..
Tugrik begins to thrust now, pulling back, and pushing forward, adding motion,
 as his mouth stays to yours, chewing very sensually on your lip, likcing
 against your long teeth...
Erycha's tongue rubs up against the side of yours..
Tugrik's body can be felt to tense up over yours, as you squeeze him tight and
 hold him with rippling muscle for a second... the big stallion posed in
 stilll within your body as you do so...
Erycha releases, and begins a pattern much like your own...she lets up as you
 thrust, and clamps down upon you as you pull out of her...
Tugrik pushes in fully again, slid up tight against your cervix, and allows
 his whole body to rest down upon you now, for a second.  You feel his testes
 against your thighs, and the warmpth of his entire abdomen sourrounds your
 body...]
Erycha ignores the dull pain of impact against her cervix, and bathes in your
 heat and..and in your power.
Tugrik's body reaches a plateau of excitement, and his head swells to its full
 size within your tight grip...
Erycha moans softly..her body writhes a bit beneath you, feeling herself even
 more filled..
Erycha's hands find your shoulders, and rest there..
Tugrik's instincts take over yet another notch, and he starts to build up
 rythm.  He pulls out against your strong muscles, andlets his weight rapidly
 push it back in, only to repeat this at a slightly faster rate; you can
 nearly see the head-bulge 
Tugrik...move back and forth in yoru belly, as the horse atop you thrusts...
Marna pages:  Marna pages, "ErychA?!?!" to you.
You page, "*chuckle*" to Marna.
Erycha strokes her hands, which clutch at you a bit as you thrust, down your
 sides..
Marna pages:  Marna pages, "where you at?... this I gotta see." to you.
You page, "Probably not a good idea just yet..later, I promise you.." to
 Marna.
Tugrik's large hands hold your smaller body for purcase, along yoru sides,
 where they can knead at the sides of your breasts...
Marna pages:  Marna pages, "first ya beg it from me, then ya reject me... I
 can't figure ya out..." to you.
Tugrik's mouth meets yours in deep kissing, breaking off to let him breathe
 better at times, only to lower again as his groin does into you, to connect
 again...
Erycha moans with rising pitch and intensity as you fill her over and over
 again...her moan reaches new height as you find her breasts..
Marna pages:  Marna pages, "if I can't find anything to do... I'm likely to
 log off til next weekend." to you.
You page, "Well, my..um, partner..wouldn't want this public..." to Marna.
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Rifkin                00:03   3m
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Tygryss               00:06   4s
Foxen                 00:10   6m
Berios                00:17   6m
Vixen                 00:48   8s
Talien                00:50   1m
Temp                  01:07   6m
Elias-lan             01:14   1m
Chris                 01:25   4m
Alendria              02:01   9s
Ellissa               01:59   2m
Taryn                 02:20  12m
Erycha                02:56   0s
JimStoat              02:58   2m
Tugrik                03:29  41s
Timberwolf            04:59  27s
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Marna pages:  Marna pages, "and you think I can't keep secrets?  Fine." to
 you.
Marna is currently not accepting pages.
Tugrik is now *pusing* into you, his breath WHUFfing with the thrusts.  Sweat
 is forming on his body, as it makes contact with yours... and you feel his
 erection within you *tense* upwards at times, a sign of impending climax...
You page-mail "The partner doesn't want anyone to know..period." to Marna.
Erycha feels one coming as well...her back arches some, and you feel her
 muscles contract within you, uncontrolled...she cries out..
Erycha's fingers clench and unclench, then dig a bit into your back..
Tugrik's body is made for lancing genetics into a full-sized draft mare, not a
 lithe, smaller, anthro lover... and you feel a *build* in Tugrik as he pushes
 into you...
Erycha's eyes grow very wide again.. "Oh, fill me, stallion..."
Tugrik cries out, in an AAAUhgh of pressure, and you feel his erection expand
 within you, followed by the feeling of very thick stallion semen being pumped
 by his body into yours...
Erycha climaxes yet again with the brand new sensation (new on this end,
 anyways)..
Erycha raises her chin, baring her neck..
Tugrik's testes and whole hindquarters tense, his legs and thighs gripping for
 purchase against your body, as it squishes a full load into your smaller
 body, as it tightly holds onto Tug's cock...
Tugrik's mouth reaches down, animalistically clenghing on your neck, leaving
 teethmarks, but  not hard enough to hurt your breathing...
Erycha is given fully to you..
Erycha's hips move around your still-erect cock..
Tugrik's tounge raps against your throuat, and you feel a dull expansion
 within; the semen is in large amounts from you being mounted by full horse,
 and the lovemaking is too tight to let it escape...
Erycha isn't sure if this very very full feeling is bad or not, yet...
Erycha seems not to notice any of her pain..
Erycha climaxes yet again, her muscles rippling, drawing more of your semen
 from you..
( You feel the pressure slacken, as some of the semen squishes by the cervix
 farther into your belly, and as tug pulls back, out of you just slightly
 further.... )
# spoofed by Tugrik #
Tugrik's form can easily be felt to slow down, and relax... as the lifegoal of
 climax causes all the tensed-up parts of his body to release, and slak
 off...
Erycha's body is covered by sweat..her groin is VERY wet..
Erycha rubs her hand along the side of your belly, and around to your back,
 holding you to herself..
Erycha probably ends up holding herself up to you..
Erycha moves her other hand to feel the bulge in her belly, where you still
 rest within her.
Tugrik's sweaty form is mated to yours, his softly working warm tummy against
 your softly moving groin...
Erycha kisses you again, passionately.
Tugrik kisses you softly, quietly, brusing the sweaty mane out of your eyes,
 his hand caressing your long cheek.
Erycha smiles up at you softly, when the kiss breaks.
You say, "That was wonderful..lover."
Tugrik pulls out of you, with a lifting of his sweaty hindquarters...
Tugrik lowers himselfagain, against you, his limpening but still partially
 erect member now laid out on your belly, between us.
Erycha sighs almost with disappointment as you pull yourself from her.  Her
 muscles almost don't wish to let you go.
Tugrik smiles at you, and watches as you look down along your foreside to see
 how much horse-mass was within you.
Tugrik sees your obvious feel, and is still partially-erect enough.. he
 doesn't wish to leave eather.
Erycha is impressed, not for the first time tonight.
Tugrik pushes back in, very softly this time; with you stretched slightly, and
 softly lubricated, it is much easier now than at first...
Erycha softly moans as you work at filling her again..
Erycha sees 'softly' three times in as many lines between us, and thinks we
 need writing lessions. :)
Tugrik nodsnods.
Erycha doesn't care about that just now, however..
Tugrik laughs, holding you tight to him.
You say, "I suppose this makes us even, lover...I filled you, and you have
 filled me..."
Tugrik wraps his arms around you, behind you, into a hug...
Erycha wraps her smaller, more delicate arms around behind you, hugging you as
 well..
Tugrik tucks his knees under, behind your thighs, and sits up into a kneel,
 bringing you with him; the end effect is that we are in a hug, tug within
 your belly still, you muchly sitting in his "lap" while he kneels.
Erycha smiles up at you.
You say, "So strong.."
Tugrik's stomach was put on 'pause' while his body followed these other
 pursuits.  But you feel it atainst you, churning now, resuming its old
 funtions.  A soft warmpth eminates from there, warming both of us.
Erycha leans her head upon your shoulder, sighing happily.
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Iczer-III             00:14  11s
Berios                00:18   1m
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Foxen                 00:31  11m
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Elias-lan             01:35   4m
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Tugrik smiles, holding onto you.
Erycha nuzzles your neck with her soft muzzle.
Tugrik nibbles at your ear, as we are pressed cheek to cheek.
Erycha shivers slightly..
Erycha reaches one hand around and below herself..she cups your scrotum gently
 in her hand..
Erycha may actually only be cupping one side..depending.
Tugrik needs sleep now.  His already-existing RL tiredness is matched by his
 VR one.  The VR tiredness would go away in but a few minutes, and he would
 take you again.. but tug's typist fights the blue horse for sleep.
Erycha nods.  She too likely should get sleep.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik has work at 8a. *bleah*."
You whisper, "Perhaps we can repeat some of this evening sometime.  If not
 all.  And I have a log, if you wish a copy." to Tugrik.
Tugrik's erection is gone mostly; he is limp within your sensually massaging
 abdominal muscles.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik sighs. Tug would rather there be no  log. Tug *never*
 logs TS; it is a "while you are there" thing to this one, and reading such
 logs has no effect on tug."
Erycha pulls her head back a bit and gives you a warm kiss..
You whisper, "Erycha actually was logging the things that came before, and
 never shut it off..." to Tugrik.
Tugrik tenses his groin, you feel his testes move in your hand-cup... and his
 member witdraws, pulling out of you while it receds back into tug's
 sheath...
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik nods.  Keep the log if you *really* want to,
 otherwise nuke it .  but in any case, keep it private, to yourself. :)"
You whisper, "Erycha nods. Of course." to Tugrik.
You say, "Thank you, stallion..I am well pleased.."
Tugrik's form slides out of you... you feel it work down and out of your
 tummy.  And pretty soon you are hugged against him, with nothing but the
 normal bulge of a sheath between us.
You say, "I would look forward to the time when we may again be lovers.."
Tugrik is a full stallion. Your body is not meant to take that form of load. 
 With a teasing grin, tug puts his hands on your hips, and you can feel his
 offering squish around inside you as he rotates your hips slightly,
 skritching and kneading your buttocks.
Erycha's tail lashes from side to side, lightly.
Erycha wonders if you are still hungry..?
Tugrik looks at the crimson red toothmarks on your neck, and goes "oops.. are
 you okay?"
Erycha touches her hand to her throat, and looks at her fingers.  "Yes, I am
 fine..I am somewhat used to it, by now.."
Tugrik says, "used to it?"
You say, "Lots of carnivores..it's common."
Tugrik's horn glows a shimmering blue, and he lowers his nose, so his horn
 touches yours.
Erycha's horn is only about an inch and a half long..
Tugrik's magic is based on energy. Much close to Electricity.  You feel a
 static-like crackle, and your hair stands on end ever so slightly; this gives
 way to a very warm feeling on your neck, in a toothmark-shaped pattern.
Erycha smiles..
Tugrik pulls his head back, and you feel a final *zap* like touchign a doornop
 on a static-dry day.  And all that is left on your neck is a *barely*
 discernable set of red toothmarks.  One has to get *close* to see them.
Tugrik cannot type. This is a sign of a tired typist.
You say, "Does lovemaking make you hungry, lover?"
Tugrik grins.  This one can continually eat, with but 15 minute pausings
 between each meal. so he's ALWAYS capapble.  But yes, it does make him huger
 slightly; the nutrients from eatinga  deer and those two rabbits haven't been
 fully assimilated...
Tugrik's body, therefore, still thinks itself hungry, and makes tug wish to
 eat.  He nodsnods to your questions.
Erycha creates another of the small green lapines..
Erycha really only has this sort of power here, in his abode..
Erycha ers, 'her'.  First slipup, she thinks.
Tugrik has it nabbed with his teeth, as you create it into the air, and
 quickly gulp-wrestles it down his neck, still in a hug with you.  
Erycha can smell its panic.
Tugrik swallows hard.. you feel the rabbit being shoved down and through his
 body, ending up pushing out as a pressure against your belly, pressed on
 Tug's.
Erycha thinks herself a rather proper hostess tonight, don't you think?
 "Another?"
Tugrik smiles. "Let's see how much i can fit; after sucha  feast, i will not
 ahve to worry about eating for a week..."
Tugrik thinks, if they are only 2.5 feet or so, he could pack in a full 7-10
 of them before stretching to the safe limit, and not hurtin'.
Tugrik smiles.  "See my .gif someday... and imagine this scene.  you can see
 how it would work."
Erycha creates another.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik reminds you:  /pub/Tugrik/tughalf.gif on
 coyote.cs.wmich.edu"
Tugrik eats them as you create them, some with struggles, some needing
 killing, some going down whole.  At 6, he looks strained, and as the 8th one
 goes down his gullet, into a *huge* stomach, he can eat no more.
Tugrik lays back on the ground, bellyup.  He groans softly, but satiatedly. 
 you see his belly kicking softly in places; he's only swallowed, digesntion
 won't start for a few.  The only problem the prey iside has is loss of air. 
 
Tugrik grins.  come over here, and give tug a Hug, lover.
Erycha moves to your side, and leans down to you.
Erycha rubs one hand over your expansive belly.
Tugrik's huge belly is aside you, as you lean over him.  And you see it
 starting to tense against the motions inside.
Tugrik grins.  "Here it comes.  This is uncomfortable, to me, but only a few
 moments.  Part of the minimal price i pay for being able to eat like that."
Erycha thinks it must be handy..
Tugrik closes his eyes, and as you put your hand on his midseciton, you hear a
 rather grotesque *glurg* of fluds; his system dumps a full buildup of
 digestive acids into the stomach, and you see teh remaning life in the mound
 of blue fur aside you *thrash*.
Tugrik winces, and *oofs*, instinctivly placing a big hand on hsi tummy, as
 the critters inside make noise and thrash with the acid-dump; this violence
 of motion and sound in the horsebelly you lie next to ceases in a minute, and
 tug calms down.
Tugrik hopes *he* never gets eaten.  That must hurt, from how it feels.
Erycha nods...her shoulder did, and that was just a spot.
You say, "Besides...I'd hate to see what could eat you in that fashion.."
Tugrik's gut is unfortunately loud; this happens some times.  He looks
 slightly embarrased.
Erycha smiles.  Her hand caresses your cheek.  "No worries, lover.."
Erycha incidently points out at this point that some personality change comes
 along with form change.  He doesn't yet know why.  For instance, he's more
 playful while an otter, he is more aggressive when carnivorous...
Lionman pages:  Lionman pages you with one of those little, tiny beeper
 thingys, "Hi."
You page, "hi" to Lionman.
Tugrik notes one of the few good things about the way he eats is that after a
 little food-breakdown, that rotund tummy you're next to makes a GREAT pillow
 to curl upagainst and go to sleep on.
Erycha smiles, wondering if that is a hint.
Before you stands a powerful unicorn stallion. He is bipedal, seven feet of
domineering equine musculature clad in dark indigo fur. A single fiery horn
and glinting metal from his robotic arm reflect light in dramatic rays, soli
and cold implements of such a beautiful creature. His mane flares about his
head wildly, blown by the wind untamed, all marked of his strength within.
Carrying:
Whipped Cream Pie
a red waterballoon
He wears a simple beltpack around his midsection, tight against his flanks. 
 It has pouches to hold his stuff.
Tugrik grins, ever so slightly.
Erycha reclines across your chest, her mane doing little to cover her
 endowments.
Tugrik generates much heat, to keep you warm and snug, and his hair/fur is
 long, and soft; a deep indigo-blue pillow.
Erycha wonders, both in and out of character, at what you think of her
 performance as a female.
Erycha zaps the 'at'.
Tugrik grins, and notes your playstyle has a few advantages, as well as tug
 can tell you have a bit of RL experience to base it on.  Jokingly calls your
 RL form "Studly". :)
Erycha has never had RL experience *being* female.
Tugrik wonders how his is.. it is only based, somewhat, on the RL tug's seen
 of his horse friends "at play".  you know tug's RL experience PERSONALLY is
 both onetime-only, and not quite standard.
Tugrik nods.  but males can pick up on what their partners fell. :)
Tugrik snorts as Lionman gets on, and gets nozy.  Pages tug "What are you adn
 erycha up to?"
Erycha bleahs.
Tugrik does NOT want him to know.  That guy is a BIG time gossiper/rumorer.  
You page, "Stop abusing wizpowers." to Lionman.
Lionman pages:  Lionman pages you with one of those little, tiny beeper
 thingys, "Pardon?"
You page, "What you're doing is a form of snooping.." to Lionman.
Lionman pages:  Lionman pages you with one of those little, tiny beeper
 thingys, "What am I doing?"
You page, "'What are you and Erycha doing?"" to Lionman.
Lionman pages:  Lionman pages you with one of those little, tiny beeper
 thingys, "Is asking someone what they and someone else up to wrong?"
Erycha strokes her hand through your mane.
You page, "Acknowledging that they are together is." to Lionman.
You page, "A wizard can't help but notice, but he can learn to ignore it." to
 Lionman.
Tugrik hopes Tug isn't too stupid appearing in TS.  tug has no experience, and
 fears he expresses a horse's 'quantity' (both in size, and in
 climax-offering) too often.
Erycha rather liked it.
Lionman pages:  Lionman pages you with one of those little, tiny beeper
 thingys, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you were sensitive about it, I'll
 try to avoid doing it again."
Tugrik holds you as you lay atop him, you rocking softly with the motions
 generated by his midsection, and tug whickers contently.
You page, "It is not a matter of being sensitive.  This very thing is one of
 the reasons my ability as a wizard is in question." to Lionman.
Erycha lets out an answering whicker.
Tugrik smiles, and his RL self looks happy, as the RL side horse back here
 prepares to get some sleep.
Lionman pages:  Lionman pages you with one of those little, tiny beeper
 thingys, "Hmmm, well, it would appear to me that it's not a problem unless
 those I 'look in on' take offense, and if I stop when they say something,
 then it is no longer a problem."
Erycha nods, and relaxes atop you, preparing to sleep herself.  "You did quite
 wear me out, stallion..
You page, "You are also not to mention this to anyone. 'k?" to Lionman.
Tugrik shows you teh beautiful white/grey unicorn stuffed animal that Tug
 bought at the art-sale closeout, that he has installed emotion on by naming
 from what the stuffed animal appears like:  spitfire.
Erycha nods sagely..
Tugrik's RL typist grins, and like a little kid, snugs teh silly spitfire
 doll, and prepares to go to sleep, in memory of RL days past.
Lionman pages:  Lionman pages you with one of those little, tiny beeper
 thingys, "What?  You and...  I never saw a thing, you should know that. :->"
You page, "Nobody." to Lionman.
Tugrik, VRside, snuggles the silly little fluffy Erycha doll atop him, who's
 all soft and cuddly.
Erycha emphasizes to Lionman to keep his mouth shut. :)
Lionman pages:  Lionman pages you with one of those little, tiny beeper
 thingys, "I never see anything.  With wizardry you lose a lot of sight...or
 should.  Colors for instance...colorblind."
Erycha should have had her fur have a black pattern in the shape of the word
 'Dakin' on her chest.
Erycha feels warm and safe with you.
Erycha hopes Taryn doesn't feel slighted..
Tugrik grins.  Tug doesn't get off on dolls, just snug's em in memory.  tug
 can't do to a doll what he just did with you (and even if he got a doll that
 DOES.. iucky. icky thought.)
Player Name          On For Idle
Ashtoreth             00:02  53s
Lionman               00:12  30s
Berios                00:56  11s
Marna                 01:03   1m
Tygryss               01:06  42m
Foxen                 01:09  20m
Talien                01:49   3m
Elias-lan             02:13  18m
Erycha                03:56   0s
Tugrik                04:29  45s
Timberwolf            05:59   3m
11 players are connected.
Tugrik just calls you "doll", then, and snugs in tight with you, smiling.
 "Taryn is never slighted by shared play with friends.  She does it, i do
 it...."
I don't recognize the player named "erych"
Tugrik smiles. And wonders, if you were to return male *right now*, if you
 could feel the soft pressure within your tummy from what tug has left in
 there.  Just a very odd thought about shapechanging.
Erych's Private Hideaway(#2752R)
A private and comfortable place for Erych's friends to chat, or anything else
 that comes to mind... Cushions lie on the floor, and a few comfortable
 couches line the walls.
Exits: bath  bed  out
Contents:
bale of hay(#12942)
Tugrik
Tugrik smiles, and begins to drift off to sleep.
Erycha nuzzles you, and kisses you softly, then prepares herself for sleep as
 well, cuddling against your soft belly.
You page, "/femcorn" to Erycha.
Erycha pages:  You hear Erycha's voice echoing in your head: >/ /femcorn \<
Tugrik holds you, not letting himself fall asleep until he sees you safely
 drifted off.
Player Name          On For Idle
Talien                00:00   3s
Angelina              00:01   4s
Ashtoreth             00:06  43s
Lionman               00:15   1m
Berios                01:00   1m
Marna                 01:06   1m
Tygryss               01:09  45m
Foxen                 01:13  23m
Talien                01:53   6m
Elias-lan             02:17  22m
Erycha                03:59   0s
Tugrik                04:32  12s
Timberwolf            06:02  24s
13 players are connected.
You page, "G'night." to Marna and Lionman.
Tugrik whispers, "online paging for a bit yet? or ready to logout?"
Erycha smiles up at you, closes her eyes, and drifts off.
You whisper, "Logging out." to Tugrik.

Goodbye!
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