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Subject: goattaur.log
Date: 13 Oct 92 07:12:47 GMT
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| /  { \                 .  `\  | kneelength if  he doesn't  keep it brushed
|}   /~=`-_         ,.   (~)  ( | back. The backs of his legs, the underside
|   /     T~~T-=-_   \`\_ ~  /  | of his tail, and all four feet have such a
|  }      \ /     ~-_ \__~~/~   | large amount of sky blue hair on them that
|  |       Y         ~~--~~     | you can't  see his feet  well if he stands
|  |        \                   | still. Flexible like a cat, he can recline
|__|_________\__________________| on his haunches to free up his forehands.
 
[Tugrik has a L-N program.]
Tugrik hmms. 270.  You're a light one. Tug's eaten 800lb centaurs b'fore. 
 But, those horns are a problem. (muses to himself, looking at the stilled
 form)
Tugrik puts one hand securely on your skull, and another on one horn, and
 tries to physically power-BREAK one off, not knowing how hard or brittle your
 horns are.
Tugrik can't break it. Damn they're tough.
Lambert horn creeks a little
Tugrik hmms. Well, if he's careful, and goes headfirst, *curled* horns
 shouldn't be that bad a problem.  The're mostly calcium based, and should
 digest easily.
Tugrik drag-picksup the goat-taur's body, and stretches his jaws as if to
 slightly unhinge them.
Lambert ack..  and seems to have a coughing seasure
You whisper, "Tomorrow, will you still likely be 'in mood' for such things?"
 to Tugrik.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik Will be at ren-fest tomorrow." to you.
Tugrik, seeing him move, quickly stuffs Lambert's head in his mouth.
You whisper, "Renfest?  Oh, costume, right." to Tugrik.
Lambert coughs become muffles
Tugrik, with a few choffing motions, quickly works Lambert's head down his
 throat, up to the point where tug's mouth is aroudn lambert's human/goat half
 waist.
Tugrik puts his big hands around the equine barrel, and sits on his haunches,
 and lifts lamber's whole 270lb body up, his neck straight.
Tugrik, using gravity to help him in this way, gets Lambert in to his equine
 chest quickly.
_________________________________
|                          /\/  |      Shaded from a deep indigo blue below,
|    __----_              / /   | to a metallic cobalt blue sheen above, you
|--~~      ,T=_          /\/    | see the 2350lb, 21hh unicorn named Tugrik.
|  _-_   ,'/|  `-.  /\  / /     | Built like a draft horse, but with a torso
|-~     / /' |    `V  |/\/      | much longer,  and an even longer  ropelike
|      (  (  |      \Y/ /       | tail,  he takes up a rather decent  amount 
|,      \_|/~ ~-_    \ /        | of airspace.  His hooves are actually six-
|        >'      ~=__ Y         | fingered hands  curled up to walk on,  and 
|  ,    /      `-_  ,~=`        | his left foreleg knee has markings showing
| /    /        \'*~)  `.       | where the metal of a biomechanic leg brace
|/    {          `='     `\     | used to be.  His wide grin shows the teeth
|  ,  /|                   \    | of an omnivore, and his mane goes down  to
| /  { \                 .  `\  | kneelength if  he doesn't  keep it brushed
|}   /~=`-_         ,.   (~)  ( | back. The backs of his legs, the underside
|   /     T~~T-=-_   \`\_ ~  /  | of his tail, and all four feet have such a
|  }      \ /     ~-_ \__~~/~   | large amount of sky blue hair on them that
|  |       Y         ~~--~~     | you can't  see his feet  well if he stands
|  |        \                   | still. Flexible like a cat, he can recline
|__|_________\__________________| on his haunches to free up his forehands.
 
[Tugrik has a L-N program.]
Tugrik, working his jaw side to side, gets around teh forelegs, so they tuck
 into his mouth slightly.  With a strong *SWALLOW* motion, he pulls Lambert
 down in a lurch, up to the midsection of his equine half.
Lambert suddenly kickout about vilontly, thrashing about and flips his body
 oover tugs head..  then floppy out of his mouth to slide down his back in a
 heep
You whisper, "Have you seen what this massive consuming looks like, in any of
 your 'dreams'?" to Tugrik.
Tugrik coughs once, and stands stunned a moment.
Tugrik quickly puts a hindhoof DIERCTLY in Lambert's face, with a *WHAM!!*
Lambert breaths very hard...  long gashes in his body.
Tugrik makes a bit of a mess, doing that, but Lamber's not quite dead.
Tugrik's neck is still stretched out horridly, and with a deft hoist and quick
 motion, quickly gets Lambert back in, up to the start of the equine half.
Tugrik swallows harder, trying to work quicker, and forces Lambert in, shoving
 and holding TIGHT with his forehands so even if he kicks, lambert can't
 squirm out.
Lambert squirms  feably...
Tugrik this time sinks Lambert up to his equine rear hips into his throat,
 only the tail and rearlegs sticking out of his mouth.  The hips are wide, and
 are hard to get down.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik nods...." to you.
You whisper, "Stymnus really wishes for brain VCR, this must be incredible to
 watch." to Tugrik.
Tugrik gets them down, as they kick softly, buy pushing with his hands.  As
 soon as they are past the back of his mouth... he closes his lips around the
 legs.
Lambert slides down, his streath spent in his last attenpt to get away..
Tugrik swallows once, simply, and you see the whole mass of LAmbert get shoved
 down his body, legs dissappearing, and the bulge retreating down his neck,
 inside.
Tugrik's midsection expands, as Lambert gets tucked into his stomach snugly.
_________________________________
|                          /\/  |      Shaded from a deep indigo blue below,
|    __----_              / /   | to a metallic cobalt blue sheen above, you
|--~~      ,T=_          /\/    | see the 2350lb, 21hh unicorn named Tugrik.
|  _-_   ,'/|  `-.  /\  / /     | Built like a draft horse, but with a torso
|-~     / /' |    `V  |/\/      | much longer,  and an even longer  ropelike
|      (  (  |      \Y/ /       | tail,  he takes up a rather decent  amount 
|,      \_|/~ ~-_    \ /        | of airspace.  His hooves are actually six-
|        >'      ~=__ Y         | fingered hands  curled up to walk on,  and 
|  ,    /      `-_  ,~=`        | his left foreleg knee has markings showing
| /    /        \'*~)  `.       | where the metal of a biomechanic leg brace
|/    {          `='     `\     | used to be.  His wide grin shows the teeth
|  ,  /|                   \    | of an omnivore, and his mane goes down  to
| /  { \                 .  `\  | kneelength if  he doesn't  keep it brushed
|}   /~=`-_         ,.   (~)  ( | back. The backs of his legs, the underside
|   /     T~~T-=-_   \`\_ ~  /  | of his tail, and all four feet have such a
|  }      \ /     ~-_ \__~~/~   | large amount of sky blue hair on them that
|  |       Y         ~~--~~     | you can't  see his feet  well if he stands
|  |        \                   | still. Flexible like a cat, he can recline
|__|_________\__________________| on his haunches to free up his forehands.
 
[Tugrik has a L-N program.]
Lambert struggles and thrashes lightly...  pawing at tugs belly ...  again
 fighting to breath..
Stymnus                male       Silkie.  Does that help? :)
Tugrik                 stallion   Unicorn (Techni'corn, 21hh, 2400lbs)
Lambert                male       Doberman Pincher Dog/Morph/Wolfdog...
Felan[asleep]          female     -unknown-
Vaguely elven-like blue eyes look out at you from a smiling face.  Felan's
 black hair brushes her shoulders.  Forest green clothing is relieved only by
 the pin of her cloak (an eagle in flight, striking at some unseen prey) and
 the pin on her tunic: a beautiful flower wrought in gold.  The silver ring on
 her hand bears a sapphire that reflects the sun with the color of the sky.
Carrying:
A statue of Tugrik
Player Name           On For Idle
ShadowFox              00:02  12s 
Dreiss                 00:02   1s 
Grussen                00:08  35s 
Kylma                  00:14  23s 
Kendri                 00:17   3s 
punt                   00:20   1m 
Starlia                00:27  47s 
Treatment              00:27   1s 
Andia                  00:31  55s 
Stymnus                00:33   0s 
Casius                 00:40  10s 
BojoPigeon             00:41   6m 
Smiler                 00:42   1s 
Koranis                00:51   1m 
BoingDragon            00:52   5s 
Ivo_A.                 00:52   3m 
Buster_Bunny           01:02   2m 
Parsnip                01:05  45s 
Shanaree               01:11  12m 
MadraRua               01:13  22s 
FlashCat               01:13  34s 
Berios                 01:16   5s 
Makeshift              01:17   1m 
Intrepid               01:20   0s 
Sierra                 01:25  28s 
Tugrik                 01:25   6s 
Hafeliel               01:32  17s 
Cuddles                01:32  15s 
Sherry                 01:40   1m 
Lazuli                 01:42   6s 
Nevar                  01:55   4m 
Jesse                  01:56   8m 
ArchTeryx              02:04  11s 
Lunatic                02:07  39s 
Alfon                  02:08  23m 
Kelly@SDCC-idle        02:12   1h 
Tippy                  02:28   2m 
Dingarr                02:31   2s 
Geobardi               02:32   2m 
Lambert                02:34  21s 
Tarador                02:35  10s 
Hatch                  02:39   3m 
Theodrinus             02:47   3m 
Corey                  02:49  29s 
Luagha                 02:50   1m 
Fringe                 02:55  49s 
Eluaine                03:09   8s 
rabbid                 03:18   1m 
Destiny                04:01  38s 
Shampoo                04:02   3m 
Priss                  04:47  11m 
Arysen                 04:57   1m 
Kimi                   05:00   1s 
IronThoughts           05:26   7m 
Artesian               05:29  27s 
enzie                  06:07   3h 
Lynxfluff              06:17  36s 
Vrenna                 06:34  50s 
Points                 10:57   3h 
59 players are connected.
Tugrik (updates @desc)
To the south you see a large glassteel and dustrock abode.  A hooftrail leads
 to and on beyond it.
Shaded like a cobalt blue twilight sky, a slightly shaggy and overtly large
unicorn stands before you.  The overall look may be equine, but a few major
differences are apparent... foremost, the length of his torso and tail.  
Tugrik is 21hh (about 7' at the shoulder), and is extremely wide in stature;
a walking wall of muscle, nearly.  However, even more so today, he is HUGE.
His midsection is bulged out so badly it nears any taller grass on the ground,
with a width to match, to the point where he probably can't walk thru doorways
well.   He is an omnivore, and a hunter... and appears to have just eaten
very well. Matter of fact, he can eat a good third or more of his own 
bodyweight, and seemingly _has_.
 
His stomach is slightly bulged, not badly, as he's only really eaten something
 about 300 lbs or so.
[Tugrik has a L-N program.]
Tugrik *shakeshakeshakes* his head, and resets his jaw, looking like he's
 yawning.
Tugrik can feel a warm, pleasent motion inside him, but not much more.  Being
 so much smaller than some of his prey, lambert is a comfortable bellyfull.
You whisper, "Stymnus hmms, you're as bulged in the first desc as you were
 with WhiteSpot :)" to Tugrik.
You whisper, "What's the most you've seen one take down?  In the 'dreams'?" to
 Tugrik.
Lambert passes out again, laying still, except for a few twitches of his
 cramped limbs
Tugrik quietly burps out some of the extra air.
Tugrik sees stymnus now.
Tugrik whickers a greeting, and nonchalantly trots over to talk. "hihi..."
You say, "Heya..."
Tugrik's belly sways as he walks.
Lambert rocks in tugs belly
You say, "Hope you don't mind, I was just...watching..."
Tugrik sits back on his haunches, and pats his belly soundly.  "good hunting
 tonight.  no, I don't mind."
You say, "So I see...though not as good as I've seen."
Tugrik Grins, and shows Stymnus a trick. "Watch this..."  Tug swallows a big
 gulp of air, providing a fresh cool burst of breath to Lambert, still inside
 him.
Tugrik could use something to drink, tho, and digs around in a beltpack pouch
 for the las tcanister of hawaiian punch.
Lambert gasps....
Tugrik holds it out to stymnus.  "got an opener?  Canna find mine."
Stymnus hrms.  "'fraid not..."
Tugrik okies.  He hands it to stymnus. "hold, please?"
Stymnus holds the canister.
Tugrik feels Lambert start to twitch again, and holds still at the sensation a
 moment...
Tugrik opens his eyes again, and dips his horn at the can, and pierces the
 top. "handy, that..."
Tugrik tells Stymnus to take a drink if he wants some, before handing it back.
Stymnus grins.
You say, "Thanks, don't mind if I do."
Stymnus sips from the canister.  Geez, it's big enough.
Stymnus then hands it to the big hunter.
Tugrik takes the canister when Stymnus is done, and swigs the contents
 handily.
Lambert muffles...bbbbaaaazzz
Lambert sputter
Tugrik looks down at his belly, hearing a sound.  Looks back up in a moment,
 nonchalantly.
You say, "Still alive?"
Tugrik bups softly, getting the air out again.  That drink helped.
Tugrik nods. "I need to lie down a sec.  If he thrashes, those horns could
 hurt."
Tugrik lays down, on his back, in the classic "rub my tummy? " mode. :)
Stymnus chuckles. "I take it your people do this to each other all the
 time..."
Tugrik nodsnods to stymnus, and you hear a *glorg* sound and a riffle of
 muscle movement across his belly.
Stymnus sits beside, and rubs your belly some.  "This is nothing like when you
 had that centaur AND the human...if I can believe that was what you caught."
Tugrik whispers, "you can feel something inside moving, and the greater
 movement of the stomach grinding away, as you place yoru hands there." to
 you.
Stymnus looks down at his hands on your belly.  He murmurs, "I'll never get
 used to that feeling..."
Lambert SCREAMS>>>>>>  and thrashes about as he can... his horns going thumps
 thumps thumps in tugs belly
Tugrik's midsection feels real warm, as digestion goes on at full steam.  His
 body is busy grinding up and dissolving Lambert.  Every once in a while, you
 can even hear the muted *scruNCH* of a bone or joint getting disheveled by
 strong muscles, grindingly.
You whisper, "Stymnus notes he thought Tug would grab Stymnus next." to
 Tugrik.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik will never eat a friend, unless specificially
 REQUESTED to.  Policy. :)  you're a friend." to you.
You whisper, "Stymnus curiously (can't help it) looks down past your belly" to
 Tugrik.
Lambert cries out in terror, and great pain.. as his wood is scorched away
 from his body..  
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik doesn't mind.  you see his stallion undercarriage,
 matched to his size...it would be a good 3' long when erect; average for his
 mass." to you.
You whisper, "Stymnus is more curious to see if this gets Tug 'cited." to
 Tugrik.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik WOULD swallow you, without asking you @toad the
 character, if you wanted... :)" to you.
You whisper, "Stymnus hmms, that almost sounds like a request :)" to Tugrik.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik never swallowed someone while digestion was in full
 force." to you.
You whisper, "Shouldn't tonight, tho.  'nother time this weekend?" to Tugrik.
You whisper, "No?" to Tugrik.
You whisper, "Stymnus is surprised.  Never?" to Tugrik.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik thinks. "that comes to mind, anyhap."" to you.
Tugrik whispers, "and if yo uwant to get some 'excitement' out of him, you
 touch, you dont' look. :)" to you.
Lambert struggles and dissolves..  his eyes, ears and other opens in his body
 burring...  then the asid eats throught his ears into his brain, putting a
 final end to all..
You whisper, "Stymnus grins.  Tug wouldn't like that, would he?" to Tugrik.
Tugrik's belly, tho it may be a hell inside for the prey, looks totally
 nonchalant, moving softly, outside, making occasionaly rumbly noises.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik wouldn't mind..." to you.
You whisper, "E'en with Sty being male?" to Tugrik.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik's been a bit more open lately." to you.
Lambert bellies split open, giving over his soft parts to tugrik...  as they
 spill out to be disloved
You whisper, "Stymnus is tempted, believe it or not." to Tugrik.
Tugrik's body, on full-speed digestion, emits MUCH heat from the chemical
 reactions.  It feels good to be this warm.
Tugrik whispers, "so what stops you?" to you.
You whisper, "Time, and it's not quite private enough." to Tugrik.
Tugrik whispers, "lambert will be gone momentarily." to you.
You whisper, "When is con tomorrow?" to Tugrik.
Tugrik catches Stymnus looking lower than his belly, and with a playfuly
 snicker stretches his legs out... *streeeeeetch*
Tugrik whispers, "7am, I get back near 11p.  3 hour drive each way." to you.
Stymnus blushes a bit.
You whisper, "Hm." to Tugrik.
You whisper, "How long be here tonight?" to Tugrik.
Tugrik whispers, "if you can stay now, until we're done.  If you can't, I'm
 gone." to you.
Lambert bones become brittle and snap,his body breaks up , tearing away from
 themselves
Tugrik's stomach doesn't look so lumpy anymore; it's sleek, as if full of
 liquified material now instead of a centaur.
[Lambert has just looked at you!]
Tugrik whispers, "what do you knwo of/think of Chervil?" to you.
You whisper, "Was this him?" to Tugrik.
I don't recognize the player named "chervil"
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik nods." to you.
You whisper, "Stymnus is surprised, he just left Rogue's kid fatherless." to
 Tugrik.
Lambert horns that gave tug so much trouble, break off now and float away on
 there own
Tugrik whispers, "this is Chervil's PLAYER.  Chervil sitll exists." to you.
Tugrik whispers, "only 'lambert' is gone." to you.
You whisper, "Ahhh.  From what very little I know, nice enough." to Tugrik.
Tugrik feels something, and concentrates a second.
Tugrik straightens his neck out, and it looks like he hiccups once or twice...
Tugrik's neckmuscules strain softly, and you see a bulge move up rapidly.  tug
 opens his mouth and with a *ptui* spits out a single ram-horn, on to the
 ground, which is *hissing* with acid on it.
Stymnus blinks, surprised.  "That survived?"
Tugrik spits, getting the acid out fof his mouth (it hisses at it hits turf).
Tugrik just wanted to do that, to see what it looked like half-pitted from his
 belly. The other one is already breakinng down.
Lambert other horn hangs up in tug belly painfully
Player Name           On For Idle
rabbid                 00:01  46s 
Riplet                 00:02  14s 
Theodrinus             00:03  56s 
Corey                  00:03  24s 
Fly_By_Night           00:08  12s 
li'ir                  00:09  36s 
Cynthia                00:11  12s 
Tskili'                00:15   4s 
Adrienne               00:18   7m 
Shadow                 00:19  29s 
Sataran                00:20   2s 
Ivo_A.                 00:21  46s 
Cyberskunk             00:22  19s 
Dreiss                 00:25   1m 
Grussen                00:31   1m 
Kylma                  00:37  22s 
Kendri                 00:40   7s 
Starlia                00:50  25s 
Treatment              00:50  24s 
Andia                  00:54   3s 
Stymnus                00:56   0s 
Casius                 01:03   7s 
BojoPigeon             01:04   7s 
Smiler                 01:05  31s 
Koranis                01:14  31s 
BoingDragon            01:15  18s 
Buster_Bunny           01:25  28s 
Parsnip                01:28  56s 
Shanaree               01:34   1m 
MadraRua               01:36  18s 
FlashCat               01:36  35s 
Berios                 01:39   1m 
Makeshift              01:40   5s 
Sierra                 01:48   2m 
Tugrik                 01:48  12s 
Hafeliel               01:55  34s 
Cuddles                01:55  29s 
Sherry                 02:03   9s 
Lazuli                 02:05   1m 
Nevar                  02:18   1m 
Jesse                  02:19  34s 
Lunatic                02:30   1m 
Tippy                  02:51  22s 
Dingarr                02:54   1m 
Lambert                02:57   6s 
Luagha                 03:13  15s 
Fringe                 03:18   1m 
Eluaine                03:32  23s 
Destiny                04:24  36s 
Shampoo                04:25   1m 
Priss                  05:10  34m 
Arysen                 05:20   1m 
Kimi                   05:23   1m 
IronThoughts           05:49  31m 
Artesian               05:52   2m 
enzie                  06:30   3h 
Lynxfluff              06:40  15m 
Vrenna                 06:57  13s 
Points                 11:20   5m 
59 players are connected.
You whisper, "I think I should let us both sleep.  Maybe we can meet tomorrow
 eve." to Tugrik.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik sighs." to you.
You whisper, "You want to, now?" to Tugrik.
Tugrik whispers, "Tugrik is in a rare mood, 'sall.  just wante dto play
 around." to you.
Tugrik picks up the horn in his teeth, and crunches on it. It's brittle now,
 from acid breakdown.
Tugrik Swallows it back down, in chunks, to be digested.
You whisper, "Can you wait 5-10m while I make a phone call?" to Tugrik.
Tugrik whispers, "go ahead and call.  log out.  I may be on still... depends
 on a few things. B ut try. :)" to you.
You whisper, "Ok, back soon.." to Tugrik.
Tugrik whispers, "or should I flash-eat STymnus?" to you.
Tugrik whispers, "we can 'ignore' it when you get back. :)" to you.
You whisper, "Sure, if you like :)" to Tugrik.
Lambert jaw and skull break open, giving over his last treasure
Tugrik whispers, "lean over my mouth or something silly. :)" to you.
Tugrik finds himself still hungry, Lambert not being that big...
Stymnus moves up closer to Tug's head.
Tugrik whispers, "do it the quick way.  Type 'gulp'." to you.
You can't go that way.
You whisper, "Can't." to Tugrik.
Tugrik whispers, "whynot?" to you.
You whisper, "Locked" to Tugrik.
Tugrik *GRABS* with a quck motion of his head, his mouth surrounding your
 upper half and picking you up!  With a choffing motion, you are shoved into
 his throat.. and in a few solid *GULP*s, you get bodily shoved into his belly
 with a thunk.
Inside Tugrik's stomach(#35591RLJ)
You are inside Tugrik's belly, as succesfully captured and swallowed prey.
The stomach walls are tight against you and whatever else may be in here;
tough, somewhat serrated muscular walls, that you can feel powerful muscles
rippling behind.  Being that Tug's system is designed to swallow prey live
and whole... this stomach is equipped to grind you.  It is exceedingly warm
and moist in here as well, as Tug's normal bodyheat is about 103f.
 
Unless you had a way to escape the strongest muscular grip that Tugrik's body
has (this place), or Tug's concentrating to control his body's systems... you
are on the verge of getting quite graphically digested for his body to 
assimilate.
[Inside Tugrik's stomach has a L-N program.]
You feel a wrenching sensation...
Moonview: Rise
You have reached the other side of the mountain range... the side of the 
rising moon.  The mesa's edge overhangs a vast expanse of high desert; a
surprisingly alive looking land for how how dry and hot the air feels. 
You can see far... in some places to horizonbend, but mostly to the limits
of far mountain ranges, dividing the earth into basins and valleys.  An
entire storm cell could be watched, from its origin to its loud and 
electrical self desctruction over the arid land, without even having to 
turn your head.
 
It is the land of the T'corns, like Tugrik... a harsh environment, but one
that can be called home.  Easily 100F by day, 30F by night... low on water
but teeming with fauna if you just know where to look.  A place to be alone
and reflective, or a place to enjoy being Alive with all you care about.
 
Small trails lead down the side of the sheer cliff of the mesa's edge, but
they look nearly impassible to all.
 
North is the drop off, where the Mesa ends.
South, the trail returns to the large glassteel and dustrock abode.
Contents:
Tugrik
Lambert
Felan
The players awake here are Stymnus, Tugrik, and Lambert.
Only Felan is asleep here.
Stymnus yipes.
Tugrik burps, eating the silkie too.  With a *SLOSH*, tosses Stymnus in with
 the mostly digested centaur.
Stymnus faints.

Come back later!

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