A Digestive Implant

2 March 2017

22:18 < Gyro Feather> (I admit, I'm curious about the dominant prey!)

22:18 < Gyro Feather> (If you're in the mood for that :P)

22:20 < Speculo> (I would be, just give me a short moment to finish something up)

22:21 < Speculo> (Btw, this is Tyrant if you Remember me. the Nightmare Moon that ate you and a Celestia doll~)

22:21 < Gyro Feather> (Ye I know ^^ Tis why I'm actually poking a prey char :P)

22:28 < Speculo> (Oki, I am ready

22:28 < Speculo> (Sorry, was disposing of someone on my new pred

22:28 < Gyro Feather> (Oh? who's that?)

22:29 < Speculo> [icon]Ebony Crescendo[/icon]

22:29 < Gyro Feather> ahh them!

22:29 < Speculo> You have seen me around?

22:29 < Gyro Feather> Well only this evening while trolling for a play

22:30 < Gyro Feather> But they were only looking for perma

22:30 < Gyro Feather> Anyways, shall we?

22:30 < Speculo> Well, she is mostly for perma hehe. Yes let us start

22:31 < Gyro Feather> Welp, hmmm how does dominant prey work, does speculo seek out the mark?

22:33 < Speculo> Yes, it can be a multitude of ways. In a case where he is not trying to get of to his own kinky desire to be eaten he often forces a pred to eat him to deposit something that cannot be removed from there body to be left behind hafer he digests. Sometimes this is a changeling egg that will hatch in them later

22:34 < Gyro Feather> That sounds interesting

22:35 < Speculo> Would you like that to be the rp premise?

22:35 < Gyro Feather> Ye I think so!

22:36 < Speculo> Ok, would you like me to start? I remember from our previous RP some things I can use to my advantage~

22:36 < Gyro Feather> ye go right ahead~

22:41 Speculo had kidnapped the gryphon. Gyro awoke to a strange coldness, looking around his bed and bedroom had disappeared. Only as he tried to move his wings somethign hard and slighty elastic pulled back on them keeping him in place. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light he could see that he was in a cave. The ground littered with bones and a stale air weighing heavy on his nostrils. A green rope like slimy substance kept him pinned against a rock while the strnage ooze was also tied around his talons. He was completely immobile "Rise and shine little bird. It is morning after all, though it might be hard to tell"

22:45 Gyro Feather blinks awake in the cavern, though he thinks he mustbe going blind as dim as everything is. He attemps to rub his eyes, only to find that after a modest extension his talons snap back to where tehy were, and in fact, his entire body feels pretty well insulated and coated in a sticky substance. The bird feels everthing coming into focus allowing him to begin to take into view the green substance that pinned him there, and then following through the grim cave to the voice he sees the changeling. The bird gasps, and instantly regrets it as the fetid air causes him to cough moments later. "Ch-changeling!" the bird cries out as he regains his composure.

22:49 Speculo Yawns having woken up from his own sleet. "Yeah, that part is obvious you don't have to scream it out. Not like anypony is here to listen to you anyway. Just you and me bird." The small changeling flies up and lands on the top of the rock where Gyro was tied down. "Uph, figures I'd get a male. I wanted to at least get a nice sexy mare when I heard it was a relative of Celestia. I was picturing something with those nice hips of hers you know?" He extends his long tongue and slides it up Gyro's cheek ruffling the purple feathers and lacing them with saliva.

22:53 Gyro Feather shudders and narrrows his eyes at the bug before he flies up out of sight behind him. He tries to turn his head, but its well stuck in the goop. Yet the dark shadow of his captor spills down over his body, casting him deeper into darkness. He feels the cold chininous muzzle against his face and casts an eye over to see the dark covring before the tongue sticks out and musses up his cheek feathers. A chill runs through his body as he gulps. "N-no my mother's just one of the advisors...I'm not related...you can just let me go..." he says with fear in his voice.

22:57 Speculo smiles, "Oh? Was that some misinformation? Heh, it doesn't matter. You just proclaimed your connection to the Princess. I can't let you go now... well, not just yet anyway." He folds his hooves over the head of his captive and playfully flicks at a feather on top of it. "You see, when these bindings naturally dissolve and fade away you will be completely free to go. So long as you do one tiny little favor for me." He slumps over and rolls off of the rock to stand in front of Gyro and look directly into his eyes. "I need you to deliver a little something to the princess for me. That's it, consider it a little gift for her"

23:01 Gyro Feather feels the weight of the bug pushing donw on his body, while each twitch against his crest feathers left the bird feeling more and more irritated. Still, the fact that he wasnt going to be let go was enough to overpower his irritation. "I mean...she doesn't really know me or anything..." He says in protest. The bird furrows his brow as the bug comes back into sight once more. "And...what might that sort of gift be? I'm not going to be turned into some sort of drone," the gryphon growls.

23:06 Speculo chuckles "Ok, I wasn't expecting you to take that so literally. You are going to stand by the princess's side in two days while the egg I am carrying hatches into a changeling leech. The leech will steal the princess's magic and you will take it back to this cave afterwards where another drone will collect it from you. Do you know why you will do this? Because if that Leech isn't sated with enough magic from an alicorn to feed it it will become ravenous and eat you from the inside out." His eyes narrowed and his grin grew to a wide sinister smile revealing his sharp needle-like fangs. "Do you understand me now bird?"

23:09 Gyro Feather gulps at the goods he was supposed to deliver and as the explanation goes on his beak twists into an expression of pure horror. The gryphon tries to twist away but he's stuck there, facing the changeling. "I'm not going to take your egg. Just let me go, you cant do this to me!" He shouts frantically, while his body fights hard in the bidnings, mearly leaving him in pain as the sticky substance pulls at his fur and feathers.

23:12 Speculo laughs louder. "Your funeral if you don't take it to her. Don't kill the messenger. Actually, I guess you will be doing that. A leech egg is special. It is meant to be kept inside of a chengeling drone until it hatches and works its way out of a host. You see, this egg can't just be given to you. It can never be outside of a body until it matures. So, I have to transfer it to your belly in a more direct approach. I hope you are hungry, I might be small but its still a lot of meat to digest." Speck licks along his face one last time tasting not his prey, but his predator.

23:16 Gyro Feather 's eyes open wide as he hears the rest of teh plan. His beak then clamps shut, figuring that that way the changeling couldnt get down to his belly. The whole thing was ludicrous. The creature seemed to relish in the thought of melting away into nothing and leaving the egg behind. He squints his face shut as the warm green drool is left upon his feathers once again, drawing off the warm pleasant taste of his feathers. And what did this mean for when he arrived back even...if he was forced to go through with it.

23:23 Speculo pats his cheek seeing the meager attempt to stop him with a simple shut beak. "You see why I was disappointed you weren't a nice curvy mare? You can try and keep your mouth closed all you like, you are going to be eating me, a broken jaw is going to just make you more uncomfortable when this thing hatches. You should be enjoying this moment. You are going to be a hero." He gestures to the many bones littering the cave. "You are going to be the griffon that stopped the beast that was abducting fillies and eating them. You get to punish the little evil bug." He chortles not seeming to be too concerned about his own fate though he was announcing his own death sentence. "Oh, but I will not go down without a fight. You see, changeling meat is very rich and dense. Its even a delicacy is some lands. It doesn't happen to leave very smoothly without a healthy amount of fiber though. You might be spending all your time waiting for your rendevous with the princes trying to shit me out."

23:31 Gyro Feather shudders again as he casts his eyes around the cavern, seeing all the stained bones around the room in little messy piles. He had had a feeling those were pony, but now his worries were all the more confirmed. He wanted to say something to the bug and yet he couldnt bring himself to open his beak lest he end up host to a rather unpleasant sounding parasite. He tries to pull away at his bindings once again, merely suceeding in causing him to loose a couple of feathers that would be left behind once he leaves. As Speculo continues, his beak loosens to a contort into an expression of disgust at the thought of being stuck on the loo like that. His tailhole twitches in sympathy while he imagines it. There was Speculo's opening, a moment of hesitation that would allow him to force himself in deeper.

23:40 Speculo , as soon as Gyro let his guard down while Speck's disturbing images run through his mind, spec seized the opportunity to make his entrance. He shoved his horn into the corner of his beak and levered it back forcing Gyro's jaw open against his will. Speck forced his head inards jamming his horn into the back of Gyro's throat as his head remained in his beak. "My job will be over. To tell you the truth, I don't really care if Celestia is drained or you are devoured. In fact, there is a nice easy way out of this. Will you be able to live with yourself after knowing what you have done. Eating a living creature, digesting them down and then leaving them as a pile of filth plopping out of your tailhole? That has to haunt you doesn't it." He squirms in deeper pressing his muzzle into the soft wet flesh. "That's just your role in life. Forced to do something against your will by a monster. Hehe, well have fun turning me into a bowel movement. Its going to be kind of hard to speak from now on." His snout forced its way into Gyro's esophagus as his body kept his beak open wide. Speck's carapace made sure that despite his struggles the griffon would be unable to bite through the changeling crawling inside of him.

23:47 Gyro Feather tries to react as the horn slides in between his beak, but its not nearly fast enough. He tries to bite against the horn, but the sharp point is to painful against the soft inner flesh of his beak and he's forced to slowly open further. He can taste the strange flavor of the balck carapace as it slides up against his tongue with the muzzle in reach. His beak cant seem to pierce the flesh though, no way for him to escape as he is forced to eat the creature alive. The grypon had heard stories of other birds eating whole ponies, but he couldnt believe it was true, and it was actually happening for him. He lets out a whimpering squeak at the image that Speculo keeps painting in his mind, trying to force it away. He didnt want this...he couldnt...and yet he feels the pressure at the back of his throat. And even as he resists, he cant hold back against the discomfort. Finally the first gulp rings out, sliding forward to take in the muzzle and horn into his pulsating gullet. Thick drool runs down speculo's body and dribbles out along side of his beak, leaving streaks on his own body.

23:53 Speculo feels the saliva dribble down. He opens his mouth trying to taunt the bird more for salivating. A primal lust in Gyro's carnivor mind telling him what he was doing was right, while every other fiber of his beight fought against it. The savory flavor of the changeling was hard to pull his mind from. Fresh meat, beating hearts, and his chest expanding over Gyro's tongue with each breath he took from within his throat. Speck steadily forced himself down, his wings fluttered slapping against Gyro's face as he worked his shoulders down into his esophagus.

23:58 Gyro Feather was fortunately spared from that bit of taunting as his throat clenched tight around the other's muzzle, showing up in a tight bulge within his neck that slowly works its way down towards his chest. The gryphon's breath smelled rank and fishy, a tribute to the fact that he was most certainly a predator. Each gulp brought its own hot rolling tug, dragging the changeling deeper as his body swallows reflexively. And yet, hismind wanders to that enticing flavor. It was rather lovely, he had to admit...even if it came with a terrible price. He could feel he beating within the creature's chest as it slides over his tongue, forcing his beak wider, almost painfully so.

00:02 Speculo , as his shoulders entered fully into the griffon's throat his body began to slide down more easily. Speck no longer needed to crawl as he folded his wings back and let the twitching flesh around him carry him. Not that he could move if he wanted to. He was past the point of no return. His forelegs making such a tight seal that his body was pinned by all sides in the throat. The roles had reversed as now Speck was the captive at the mercy of Gyro, but somehow Speck still grinned confidently from within, knowing that he had won

00:06 Gyro Feather knew that he couldnt spit the creature out now, not as his head pushes into his crop, bulging out there where htie hind legs continue to press forward along the ground. The smooth carapace easily slides into his slick gullet, picking up the saliva it needs to slide inside. As more of the changeling spills into his crop, the back opens up, allowing the rush of fetid air of his stomach inside, while Speculo's head is steadily worked down the next tube. The gryphon manages to tear the gossamer wings in one final act of resistance, but those too soon draw out of reach as the hips are left the only thing hanging from his gullet.

00:12 Speculo pulls his head back as the rank stench of Gyro's past meals takes him by surprise. The fishy scent was nothing to the changeling but the acrid moist air filled with the stench of churning meals was sickening even for a disturbed little creature like him. He winces at the pain of his shredded wing but get his revenge by strugling desperately to get out. Not because he changed his mind, but to give Gyro the sensation of squirming prey being forced down unwillingly, turning him into the monster in this act. He kicked his legs as they fell into the griffon's beak, for the first time in a while Gyro had enough room to move his jaw as he pleased.

00:17 Gyro Feather grunts as he feels the struggling beginning to pick up deep within him, making his stomach churn and feel queezy. And yet, the rest of the changeling, and its flailing black hooves continued to enter inside of him. It awakes a dormant part of his brain, causing the gryphon to enjoy the sensation as a pleased growl leaves his body, and yet at the same time that makes him feel awful. He finally closes his beak behind the delicious hooves of his meal, though he holds back the swallow until his body forces him to do it. Down in his belly, Speculo's head steadily entered into the digestive sack. It seems teh bird had to have just eaten when he was captured, as the squish of half digested food pressed against his carapace, working the acidic mush between the chitinous plates.

00:23 Speculo slowly wormed his way down until his entire body rested in the scidic sludge. He gagged in disgust as the churning belly splashed rotten digested fish into his mouth. He turned and twisted his body trying to avoid the acid best he could even though it was intention all along to be in there. The large bulge in Gyro's stomach kicked like he was carrying a child and about to give birth, though this was in fact the reality as the larde hard egg laying dormant in Speck was merely a few days from hatching. The acids continued to seep into Specks flesh. His chitinous carapace dissolving slowly to expose the meat underneath. True to Speck's word it sank like a rock in his belly. He felt like he had eaten an entire buffet of king crab and his digestive juices were struggling to work him down.

00:32 Gyro Feather squints his eyes closed in discomfort as his rather massive belly writhes in front of him, with his fur touching down to the ground in its lowest point. He was too tired and exhausted to struggle against ht ebidnings now, especially as the his stomach sapped his energy to work on the changeling in his belly. "Ughhh...." he says and takes a swallow of air, trying to clear his mouth of what had remained. "I hope you're happy now...You've gone and killed yourself inside of me..." He tries to push from his mind the stupid parasite that he was now carrying, if the changeling was true to his words. Meanwhile his belly churns around the meal which had just been given a blast of lifegiving air, working the thick sludge into his steadily weakening body. In truth the gryphon wouldnt be able to fully digest the shell, but it'd weaken enough for the juices to seep in through the weaker joints.

00:37 Speculo takes a deep breath as if he had just been revived. Having enough space now to shift his body and speak. "Hehehe, you know you liked it. Bet I'm going to feel great coming out too. Am I happy? Thats a complicated thought. I did my service to my hive, I was used to all I could be and now have to sit in your stinking gut. Happy? No, but satisfied yes. Looks like I'm going to be leaving you more than just one present. My shell will stay in here as a reminder of this day. You will carry me on until your last days, which up to you might be fairly soon. You know, I was so busy focusing on my work I forgot my manners. I'm Speck, its nice to be eaten by ya~"

00:42 Gyro Feather hears the bug's muffled words through his stomach and issues a loud growl, trying to drown them out to avoid hearing more of those taunting words. Even if a small part of him enjoyed it, he wasnt going to admit it to himself. And yet, even through the growls, with the creature contained within him, he couldnt help but hear the noise as it travels through his bones to his ears. He would punch his belly if he cloud, but as it was his claws were too far away. "Shut up!" He shouts, voice booming around the changeling. His stomach gurgles and shifts the creature around, working hard against the will of the bird.

00:48 Speculo laughs. "Still fighting it eh? Your stomach doesn't seem to disagree with me. Oh look, there is my stomach too. Those bindings should be pretty weak by now. After a nice hearty meal you should be able to pull them apart. Maybe find a nice spot to squat down over for a while~" Gyro's belly gurgled uncontrollably. My organs leaking from my softer underbelly that was first to disolve while the flesh from my limbs slowly oozed out from the segments of my exoskeleton. "Your belly is so hungry for me. Its like even I can't satisfy it. You know, the changeling sent to take the leech back will be alone. Maybe you could savor her flesh a bit more next time~"

00:53 Gyro Feather pulls at the bindings some more, and while they stetch a little further still, it doesnt quite seem like the bird is yet able to escape to his freedom, what little freedom he has anyways, being tethered by such a terrible curse as the parasite. "Oh yes, let me force myself upon some other disgusting creature only to later be eaten up b this stupid bug you've planted inside of me," the gryphon growls once more. Each passing seccond the chyme grows thicker as the changeling's internals are dissolved and rendered into nutrients for the bird.

00:54 < Gyro Feather> (Does the drone retrive said parasite by eating the host?~)

00:54 < Speculo> (Hehe, she can~)

01:01 Speculo grins wide. "Agressive, letting out that primal predatorial rage. I like it, and you are going to need it. Hehe, thats one heart not beating, one more to go. My legs won't even move, I'm sitting in sludge that was my own body not to long ago. Only reason I can still talk is because I'm nice and comfortable sitting upright. So that's what the egg looks like? Thanks bud. Having that hatch in me would have been even worse than becoming your shit. I... I need to rest now. Next time you hear from me it will be my last words exiting your ass as a fart." All motion in Gyro's belly stopped. The subtles changes n air pressure as his meal spoke, ther shifting from side to side as he was trying to keep his head above the chyme. In a few moments it all just seemed to halt and the only company Gyro had were his thoughts and the weight of the life that he had just ended.

01:25 Gyro Feather lets out a couple frustrated sobs, followed by a massive belch as the changeling finally goes still within his belly. The creature had won...in some sick twisted way he'd gained victory by perishing in his belly. Finally the gryphon slips off into a restless sleep while the bindings continue to loosen. His belly slowly softens as it manages to liquify the rest of the creature, leaving behind a set of chitinous plates that his belly crinkles around.

By the time he finally wakes, several hours later, the bindings have deteriorated enough that he finally pulls himself free of thick ropes, though some of the residue remains on his feathers and fur, in bright green streaks, especially visible as he reaches out into the sunlight. The gryphon spots the castle from the whole he climbs out of and makes a beline back towards canterlot, powering his wings forward while his steadily shrinking belly hangs low and jiggles beneath him. He's forced to camp out only a couple hours flight from Canterlot as it grows too dark to see in the night. His stomach continues to work on the meal though most of it has drained on into his intestines.

Come morning, its clear that the changeling wants out. The bird gives a large groan and makes his way over to a bush, flagging his tail. At the same time, a familiar lump in his crop causes him to begin to cough. Steadily a lump makes its way up his feathered throat, before the black gossamer shell in a compressed pellet falls from his beak splatting upon the ground. Hardly any feature is visible, save for a clear horn, and the eyesockets form his skull. Hot smelly slime drips off the mess...but he can still feel hte lump of egg in his belly. It seems it'd gotten stuck there...perhaps by something the bug did.

A loud pbbbttt interupts his thoughts as he finally manages to get some movement from his aching clogged tailhole,the first blast trumpeting the rest of the waste's entrance into the world. Then comes the first log, thick, and yet not solid enough that his guts had had any thing to grab upon. Steadily it leeks forth, coiling onto the ground as it doesnt even break. The bird lets out a loud grunt, feeling a pain in his belly. "Stupid bug...getting me into this mess...and now doesnt even want to be a mess...like he signed up for." Each moment in passing draws a little more of him out, until finally the first log breaks, with a blast of wet squirts and a little bit of air mixed in. But he soon finds himself stopped up once more. It takes the better part of an hour for the gryphon to finally get himself clear, while the foul stench of the remains fill the air around him. As he finally thinks he's done, he turns to the smooth liquidy pile that sat about a fith the size of the bug, and then lifts his leg, letting a hot stream of urine flow down over it, a last bit of waste. "Ughh...I hope I never have to deal with one of you again..." he grumbles and then resumes his quest to save his own life by sapping celestia's magic.

01:29 < Speculo> (That was fun, did you enjoy it?

01:29 < Gyro Feather> (Ye!

01:29 < Gyro Feather> (We'll have to do the followup sometime :P)

01:30 < Speculo> (I'm glad, that pellet disposal was a real nice touch

01:30 < Gyro Feather> ( <3 pellets. If I pred and you dont say no, you get em :P)

01:30 < Speculo> (Yeah, maybe not tonight, but you will get yours~

01:31 < Speculo> (Well I'm never going to say no~

01:34 < Speculo> (I am kind of tired, which is odd because it is not that late. We should rp more often. See you later hun