Payback in Hell

5 April 2017

23:33 < Speculo> oki, I'm done, you ready?

23:35 < Gyro Feather> Indeed~

23:35 < Gyro Feather> I suppose I start huh

23:36 < Speculo> Hehe, need to get into Hell somehow

23:38 Gyro Feather spirals to the ground after his wing was clipped by something mid flight. His wings flap hard as he tries to right his motion in the air, but he only picks up speed as he plunges towards the ground. He then feels a thwack and a burst of pain, before then everything goes dark. When he wakes up he's in a grey sea of nothingness, and nothing about him aches either. He's still a gryphon...so gyro assumes that he's probably still alive. Afterall...wouldnt he go back to being what he truly was in the afterlife if such even existed? Still, confused, he trots onwards towards a light he can see in the distance.
As he steps through the light Gyro finds himself is a long hallway filled lined with doors. It seemed to stretch on forever and the end of the length of walls and doors seemed to carry on past the horizon. As he looked to each door a different name was inscribed upon metal plaques. Much to his surprise the door right to his left was labeled "Gyro Tech" the name he had not been called for quite some time.

23:51 Gyro Feather blinks in confusion at the hallway, tilting his head to the side as he reads them. He sees his old name on one though and turns it, twisting it open and stepping through. "Hello?! Where am I?" he calls out to no one in particula while his eyes adjust to the new light.
His voice seems to echo through the hall with no reply. Each time his voice sounds it gets more distorted and as it was turned into a gargled scream until the words lost all meaning and made only white noise.

23:57 Gyro Feather calls out more frantically each time and moves quickly down the hall till he reaches the end. He's a little irritated and confused now about what's going on. This had to be a dream, a nightmare...
The voices just seem to turn in manacle laughter and echoes back at him like a chorus of twisted voices taunting him in unison. The voices immediately stop and they are replaced by another voice that echoed with a deep guttural tone. "As amusing as it is to watch you panic in purgatory, you were granted a room. You should accept your fate and walk inside."

00:06 Gyro Feather squawks and stops in his place as he hears the calling voices and returns to hsi door. "P-purgatory? It cant be...this has to be a dream..." He says, as he opens that door and steps through to the other side.
the room opens to a white expanse that nearly blinds the gryphon before it seems to settle into Gyro's old beedroom in the house he had many years ago. However, something seemed to be sleeping under his covers in his old bed. As Gyro stepped forward and the floor creaked the figure popped up. "I wasn't sleeping! Huh, this isn't the bed I was napping in." As the covers fell a black chitinous body emerged on top of his bed and turned to greet the gryphon "Well, looks like its back to the job. So what are you... Do I know you? You seem familiar."

00:17 Gyro Feather blinks a couple times as he feels himself dazzled by the light before looking over the room he foudn himself in now. The gryphon humms to himself and taps his beak before he notices a bug pulling out of his bed. The gryphon stutters, "C-ch-changeling...What are you doing in my house?" He turns back to find the door to hopefully scamper away.

00:23 Speculo was waiting there inside. The door was locked and did not budge. The doorknob didn't even move in any fashion as it it was frozen in time. "Well, since I got you it looks like you were a bad bird before you died. Funny thing though, I usually get a memo before I get sent to punish a sinner. This time nothing. So if... Why does this place feel like I've been here before? And why does it smell like shit." The Changeling's eyes grow wide. "Hey birdbrain, what's your name?"

00:27 Gyro Feather clenches his beak and turns back towards the bug, narrowing his eyes at the creature. Gyro didnt even remember this incident much, given that it was only a changeling that he'd played with, and it had been the first of ultimately tens of preys over his lifetime. He begins to notice the smell and wrinkles his face. His eyes follow the scent, and he sees the urn that he'd left the changeling in oh so many years ago, with the skulled unicorn face staring at him. The gryphon gulps, suddenly reminded, as he meet's specs eyes.

00:31 Speculo looked as Gyro's eyes shifted to the side spying the urn. "You are him. Gyro, the fucker who condemned me into servitude here is hell!" Speck pounced on the gryphon and pinned him down onto the ground. "Well, looks like the tables have turned, because my new job is to punish others, and I know exactly what to do with a pony eating monster like you~" Speck licked his lips smiling while drool dripped from his fangs onto the feathers of the gryphon

00:40 Gyro Feather squawks loudly as he's pounced upon and offers a fearful look at the stallion who he's forced to stare up at. He can feelt eh slobber dripping down on his feathers and gives a shake of his head. "W-what? I...i dont know what you're talking about!" He protests, wiggling beneath the smaller changeling. "Just get off me and let me go. I dont know what you mean about punishing me!"

00:41 < Speculo> (Can we do this later actually? I'm just not getting into it right now. A little distracted

00:42 < Gyro Feather> (uhh sure

00:43 < Speculo> (Sorry, I thought I was more awake but it is kind of late for me

18:55 < Gyro Feather> beep

18:55 Speculo boops

18:56 < Gyro Feather> In th emood for gryphon? :P

18:56 < Speculo> give me a few minutes, but yes I am~

19:10 Speculo growls. "Either you are playing dumb or you actually forgot me and I don't know which one would piss me off more. You are in a personal hell now Gyro, this place was made to punish you for what you did in life and I am here to carry it out." Speck drapes his long tongue down licking along Gyro's cheek. "You know, you look a lot better as a bird~" Speck smiled and green flames engulfed the small changeling and his weight increased slowly putting more pressure on Gyro's chest until Gyro found a purple and blue gryphon pressing its paws and talons against him. "But I have to admit, I think the verson of you in the jar is the look you should take, and I'm going to help you with that makeover~"

19:18 < Gyro Feather> (Oh? and here I'd expected you to be a pone :P)

19:18 < Speculo> (Naw, I wanted to make a pellet

19:20 Gyro Feather gives a shake of his head and bristles his feathers as he hears the rest of teh words the changeling says, not believing about him being in hell. "G-gyro? Who are you talking about? I-I've always been a bird..." he stutters out, feeling a panic rising in him. He then blinks as he finds himself looking at a splitting image of himself while his tail lashes behind him. The gryphon manages to work his claws free and brings them to push up on teh other's feathered chest. "I...dont know who you are!" Though his voice cracks as his lies seem to wilt around him.

19:25 Speculo leans in close to his face and pinches Gyro's cheek with his beak. "Its getting a bit old hun, you aren't getting out of this. You are going to experience what it was like for me and any other creature you gulped down, except onto tiny little change. You are already dead hun, when I fill another glass urn with you there will be no other afterlife. You will spend all of eternity as a pile of shit with the only company you ever get being me stopping by every now and then to further defile your remains. I told you you would get your's Gyro, and your ticket has been pulled."

19:31 Gyro Feather shivers as he feels the hot breath wafting over him, leaving a foul stale meaty stench that left him choking as he breathed in the humid air. He fights against spec, trying his best to escape from the split image copy of himself, He'd sent os many creatures down his own gullet, and now he was going to take that trip himself and it sent a cold shiver down his body. "Th-this has to be a dream...this isnt the afterlife...my mind is just playing tricks on me...I turned you into a pile of shit years ago!" He protests, and yet all his struggles seem futile for him to escape.

19:36 Speculo laughs maniacally "Oh NOW you remember me? For a second there I thought you were going to break my heart by saying that I was just some one night stand you forgot after you dumped me. Literally that is." Speck grasps the feathers on top of Gyro's head and ripped them off with a swift tug before shoving them down his gullet and then leaning in to burp in Gyro's nostrils to fill his senses with an even more rank and vile stench that smelled like meat that had been laying in the sun for years. Rancid and bitter with not only a meaty stench but the bitter scent of fungus that bore into his nose making his stomach retch. "If I had known you were coming I would have skipped lunch. By the way, the cafeteria in hell is no Las Pegasus strip buffet~"

19:42 Gyro Feather narrows his eyes at tiercel as he continues to tease him and gives a buck with his hips. "You deserved every bit of what happened to you, you evil bug." The gryphon growls, though that growl turns into a yelp as the five feathers that signify his old horn are ripped from their roots before being shoved down his beak. The bird coughs as he's forced to swallow his own feathers, before then gagging as his stoamch churns from the powerful smell that wafts up over his beak. "Why do you get to punish others? Let me go! I want to speak with the manager!" The gryphon cries out, all the while his stomach churning from the mixture that wafts over his snout.

19:50 Speculo chuckles and sits down on Gyro's abdomen with a heavy thud. "No use in lying now, I am evil, its in my nature as a changeling. A nature that try as I might I couldn't ever overcome. However, as it turns out, that's just our lot in life and death. Evil Ponies go to hell to be punished, changelings go to hell to fill the ever growing needs to punish these ponies. You see, changelings int he moral sense ae just broken creatures who are evil because of birth. You ponies who stray down the path that lead you here are monsters through and through. The potential to be good but a life of evil. You are the worst scum of them all." Speck spit in Gyro's face as his twisted smile turned to a frown. The saliva was thick and pungent with the remnants of his lunch. "And its the ponies like you who detested my role in life that I take pride in carrying out their damnation. I am going to savor every single moment you are wriggling down my throat, burning in my belly, and finally being expelled from my ass like the piece of shit you always were."

20:01 Gyro Feather grunts as he feels the weight settling on his gut and then narrows his eyes at the gryphon. His talons rush towards those of spec's hoping to pull him off and to the side. "Ponies are natural food for gryphons, its what was intended when we existed. You can hardly call me evil for following that," he growls, trying to squirm out futiley. He can see the image planted in his mind and then shudders hard beneath him. THe thick oily spit hits his feathers and absorbs right in, leaving the bird feeling incredibly dirty and in need of a bath while his stomach continues to churn. "Ughh...Let me go...there's a mistake here."

20:06 Speculo giggled "That is true, in fact, you are the first gryphon I have seen here in all the years of my service to hell. Unfortunately for you, you were not always a gryphon as you can see from the pony skull in the urn from when you made me transform into you and eat you. But this is growing boring. I am sure my superiors will understand if I take my time on this one, but talking to you is going to make my stomach churn before you are in it." Speck opened his maw wide letting thick globs of saliva rain down from the outstretched beak as he engulfed Gyro's face in the warm soft flesh of his gullet all the while pressing his beak down around his skull nearly cracking it from the pressure.

20:15 Gyro Feather casts a glance over towards the urn that he'd made all too long ago, a morbid object which he'd managed to hang onto all these years. He squeals as that beak darts forward, causing his feathers to lay flat while the thick globs of saliva push into his down, matting them against his flesh. The hot drool permeates his form as the beak slides down over him. "W-wait! WOnt they want me alive?" He calls out, hoping, begging that the answer was yes, an dyet the beak creeps down forward around him, leaving him in great pain.

20:20 Speculo gulps down and turns his head to make a small gapw to speak from the side of his mouth. "Yew are arredy dead. Yew cadn't die. Yew gunna be shit fur-evar" Speck turned his head and screwed Gyro down his throat taking time to slide his tongue under his feathers and wassage the saliva against his skin as the changeling gryphon hummed in delight. "Mmmph, yew test good.~" The vibrations of his throat as he spoke buzzed into Gyro's skull shaking him with the motions of the pulsating walls of flesh surrounding him.

20:27 Gyro Feather feels the first gulp drag his beak down into the gullet, leaving him unable to speak as it clenches tight around him. He instead makes a squeal of fear as the creature's intentions are left right in his ears. Another swallow and his entire head is leaving a bulge in the foul smelling tunnel while his claws reach towards spec's chest to push upon him, trying to pull out. The noises of his voice echo in his hears, drowning out the rapid thumping of his predator's heart and the gurgling stomach beyond. His feathers taste slightly fruity from teh oils he worked, though thats quickly replaced with the foul drool that envelops his taste.

20:34 Speculo grabbed onto Gyro's talons with his own bending back his wrists as he slammed them onto the ground before drawing them up to his beak. Speck wasted no time in opening his maw wider and shoving the now bruised limbs into his maw sliding them next to Gyro's head with no intention of keeping them in tact should he struggle. Speck's heart raced, his body was fueled by adrenaline from his lust for revenge finally coming to be. Speck patted the lump in his throat to feel the bird head writhing against the hot sick rippled walls of his esophagus as he pressed his head into the real gryphon's body to push his shoulders through his gulled and force Gyro's talons and head to rest in his crop.

20:45 Gyro Feather winces as his talons are bent back against the direction tehy're supposed to go, feeling them coming close to snapping before Specuo leaves them off. Then, before he can recover he feels them slip up beside him while a gulp draws him in deeper. He squrims back and forth, trying to somehow stop his descent but its difficult for him to do so, and in fact he helps to get his shoulders into the maw inadvertently. Still his wings flare open wide as his beak hits the crop, while the decrease in pressure allows him to cry out, "Spit me up! You cant do this to me! It's not fair you monster!"

20:50 Speculo chuckles and Gyro could hear Speck's voice ring in his mind. "Oh how the tables have turned? Did you listen to my cries as I begged for my life? If anything this is too good for you. I didn't even get the satisfaction of ending your miserable existence as you did to me." Speck slid Gyro's body along the floor until he reached the bed. He pulled the gryphon up by his tail until he lay on the bed making for easier swallows as he did not have to fight as hard to pull him to his maw. Speck swallowed down more of him. His humid sack of a crop bulged out as Gyro's head curled in. Speck's stomach sent out a belch of foul gas laced with acids that stung Gyro's nostrils and throat as he breathed it in.

20:56 Gyro Feather blinks, stunned as the changeling is in his mind and lets out a silent scream. HIs entire body tenses, allowing the bug to know he defintely got to him. The gryphon doesnt even think to flare his wings until its too late, and the edges are fimrly locked into the beak of the other creature. Fighting with his hinds as he tries to pull back, he bumps up against the bed, only to yelp loudly as he's lifted by his tail, causing the joints to strain and snap as they separate. His tail now flops uselelssly to his side as he howls out in pain, unable to say anything else. This is only silenced with the fetid air from beyond joins him in the crop, leaving him as a coupghing fit while his lungs burned.

21:08 Speculo giggled with a sadistic glee feeling his prey beginning to give into his fate. "Is that all the fight you have? I was resisting all the way until I was digested down into chyme. You might be a monster but you are miserable excuse for one when push comes to shove. How did I ever let myself get eaten by a miserable cur like you?" Speck had worked his way to Gyro's hips and rolled his tongue around Gyro's groin while still cackling with twisted satisfaction. He threw his head up and began choking down his haunches as his crop began to open up below to let the gryphon slide down into his stomach. It was black and sight escaped him, but the feeling of something thick and almost fuzzy feeling swirled around in the chum. Speck's meal of strange underworld creatures that still writhed and twitched long after death like squirming grubs crawled along Gyro's face as his head was dunked down into the bile and digestive juices.

21:15 Gyro Feather does resume his struggle soon enough once he grows a little more used to the sensation, pushing his bruised forelegs out into the sides of the crop and trying to pierce the slippery flesh which seems intent on not letting him get enough of a grip to pierce the flesh. His body writhes in the throat whiel he fights as hard as he can for his freedom, though that seems to be a steadily shrinking prospect as more of his body is force inside. He kicks out with his hind paws, hoping to damage something but finding nothering other than air. Even as the tongue runs over his sensitive member its not enough to phase the bird as he fights, only to soon be pushed on. His head slides into the gurgling sack beyond, giving him only a moment to grab a breath fo the foul air before he's pushed down into the half digested slime of hwatever had been lunch that day.

21:21 Speculo gulped down over and over again shakind his head and making Gyro'd legs flail from his beak like raw meat being slung by a butcher until the gryphon's paws passed through his maw and joined the rest of Gyro'd body in his crop to slowy sink into his gullet. Speck slurped up the gryphon's tail like a long noodle and swallowed it down letting out a satisfying sigh as the only sign of the gruphon was a bulged neck and a growing stomach. "Mmm, I should have eaten more poultry when I was alive, you were delicious. Its too bad you are the only bird I'll get to taste.~" Speck's stomach growled hungrily despite it being already full with strange writhing matter. As more and more of Gyro entered his gut the churning and splashing of his fluids became more intense and turned from a sea of vile filth into a maelstrom of violent waves of chyme.

21:30 Gyro Feather feels himself thrown around like a rag doll on the outside, disrupting his external fight, and as much as he tries, each gulp draws him deeper inside. He can feel the tongue against his hind paws, where he gets one final bit of revenge extending a sharp paw to swipe across his tongue. Soon enough though, those are shoved down the gullet, along with his tail. Mintues later the rest of his body joins him in the hot sack, while the churning mass of liquids splashes all over him. Each breath was half water, forcing him to cough and convulse as it burns at his throat.He couldnt beleive this, and yet here he was, entirely consumed by himself as his form bulges out speculo's stomach.

21:34 Speculo pats his stomach and sits down on the bed. "Mmm, this is pretty comfy. Must have been nice and relaxing turning me into shit. I know I'm going to sleep like an angel with you in there~" He wiggles along the bed making his stomach contents slosh from side to side before pulling the covers over his body as he lets out a lout fragrant burp. "Mmm, still tastes like you~ I wonder how long you will last in there. Good thing you will be able to feel everythign even after you are digested. It would be a shame if you got an easy way out"

21:40 Gyro Feather feels gravity shift as speculo climbs up onto the bed, causing him to jostle back and forthin the stomach before his weight is brought donw on top of him. Already the gryphon could feel feathers upon his head loosening from teh long uncomfortable bath that ate away at his flesh. THere's still quite a bit of air though, as Spec burps, though the chamber does contract around him, forcing him into a tighter ball. "N-no! Spit me up right now! I'll make it up to you! I promise!"

21:43 Speculo sighs and squeezes his belly making the walls contract around the gryphon as the acids soahed through his down and began searing off his skin causing him to shed feathers in a flurry of soft matted slags. "A little late for that hun. We are both dead, you can never leave this room, and I have a job I can never quit or I will end up in a room myself. What could you possibly offer me that would be sweeter than getting to condemn the one who put me here in the first place?"

21:56 Gyro Feather lets out a howl of pain as his flesh becomes exposed with feathers and fur coming off. Even that seems to melt off faster than it should, quickly exposing bone bones to the liquid as he screams out in pain. His thrashing grows all the more paniced and he's unable to offer many constructive words beyond cursing the changeling's name. THe gryphon makes it very clear that if he gets out, he'll do likewise to speculo, leaving him useless for all eternity.

22:02 Speculo hummed happily feeling his belly flop and thrash under the blankets. As the juices bore deeper into the gryphon Speck reaches down to his cock from the side of his belly and begins stroking his member as the thought of the gryphon melting away into oblivion inside of him was fully arousing. He smirked feeling the pointed cock which was much different than the flat equine one that had railed him before his demise. "Mmm, looks like your equipment got upgraded as well. Might as well try it out~" Speck began to moan as he rubbed his shaft with the pre-cum already leaking from his tip

22:07 Gyro Feather hardly pays any attention to the changeling as he fights inside of the stomach. His world, instead, was now racked with pain as the juices ate deeper and deeper into his body. He lost control of his talons and then his arms as all the meat melts off, exposing the white bone, while the flesh upon his gut was steadily being worked into, growing thin such that it would be easy to tear. The gryphon makes pitiful noises of fear as his body feels like its on fire, obviously not having long for this world.

22:13 Speculo let out another this time much longer belch as the struggling gryphon kicked up gasses from the stomach juices to rise up the changeling's throat. "Uarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp. Mmm, that was a pretty good one." Speck nuzzles into Gyro's pillow stroking himself off in tandem to the motions of his struggling prey letting his shaft rest along his bulging belly so that the gryphon would unwittingly help to please the one who would damn him for all eternity as a pile of shit. Speck's body began to convulse and his stomach tightened as Speck let out a long deep moan and his load of cum began flooding under the sheets of the bed. "Mmmph, not the first time I made a mess on your bed~"

22:18 Gyro Feather finds much of the air leaves the chamber as Speculo belches again and his struggles begin to stall as his lungs starve for air and as his flesh melts away. Soon after he feels teh stallion convulsing with his orgasm, the gryphon is unable to keep himself above the surface of the churning chamber. He inhales a breath of th eliquid and fails to pass out. The brid's eyes open wide in confusion as he still feels his body, split apart now and floating around, though it seems he can no longer control anything.

22:25 Speculo rubs his belly feeling the squirming stop. "Is that all you had in you? I am disappointed. At least make for a memorable shit then. It will be the last thing you do after all~" Speck massaged his belly making sure to work his acids into Gyro deeper so that every fier of his being began to burn as his flesh was stripped from the bone and joined the chyme swirling around in the changeling's belly. Speck's belly began to crumple in and squeeze around the bone and feathers holding them and compacting them into a ball as his sphincter to his intestines opened up to accept the digested remains further.

22:31 Gyro Feather could feel nothing but pain and disgusting squishing pressure as his body is reduced to nothing but mush within the changeling's belly. He feels the consious part of him move on while his bones, fur and feathers are left behind, crunching and squishing into a thick mass. Down inside of spec's body, his meaty body and whatever had been served in the caffeteria are partially absorbed, though much of it moves beyond, forming into a sludgy brown mass as it moves through his intestines.

22:41 Speculo yawned as digestion took up most of his energy. Speck slowly closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep as Gyro would continue his trip down his own body. He snaked through his small intestines as the villi combed through the sludhe he was reduced to stealing away nutrients and lipids to join Speck's body while the majority of the mass would continue on. Gyro finally spilled out into his colon. The stench of his digested form hit him like a truck and he would have vomited had he still had a stomach to lurch up in disgust. He was tugged and stuffed into the crevices of his bowels where the walls sucked the water away from his form firming him up into a thick clay like consistency. Speck would rest quietly as Gyro would compact behind his asshole and have to spend hours awake unable to sleep with the pulsating a dntwitchign walls around him and the stench of shit filling his senses with no salvation.

22:46 Gyro Feather could feel his form kneaded against, growing all the more solid as time went on and as he spent time in the colon, though his sences were strange and imprecise, as if he was staring at something through a bedsheet. He knew though, what had happened, and somehow the scent still stays with him. He could smell his foul form as the sulfer filled the chamber coming up off of him. Meat always had the worst scents and well here he was stewing in what remained of himself. How very humiliating.

23:08 Speculo woke up yawning and then lurching over holding onto his gut. "Urph, I guess you overstayed your welcome bird but. Ugh, why does my stomach still feel like something is in it?" Speck began coughing and jumped out of Gyros bed heading to the bathroom but as he got to the door his body stopped moving and a large lump swelled up in his crop. "Oh Celestia what the hell did you do in there?" Speck gagged as the large round bulge worked its way up his throat and after nearly a minute of failed attempts to try and swallow it back down a thick wet pellet of bones, colorful for and feathers, and a yellow beak that had been scraping against his throat plops out onto the ground with a wet splat as it dripped foul chyme that had been caught in the mesh of feathers and stank of the rank smell that Gyro had been exposed to during digestion. "Ugh, that was disgusting. Stupid bird digestive system."
As Speck spat out the lingering flavor of the pellet and ran into the bathroom to wash off his tongue a loud blast of gas erupted from his asshole. "Ugh, I almost forgot. Hopefully your feel better coming out the back end~ Looks like there wasn't another urn se up for me to keep you in. The toilet will have to do~" Speck plopped his now much more pudgy ass down onto the bowl and took a deep breath as his ponus bulged out before spreading open to welcome Gyro back into the outside world. Gyro was now the consistency of thick lake bed mud and plopped down in thick logs that floated on the water. He left an oily slick residue in Speck's ass like lubricant of bile and incompletely digested fats. "Oh yeah, that's much better. Ahhhhh~" Speck rubbed his abdomen in little circles relaxing as more of the fetid shit oozed out in clumps. Getting to the parts that were not as well digested there were hunks of more solid hard shit speckled into the otherwise smooth logs. Speck sat on the toilet for an hour, lettign the shit overflow out of the bowl and smear against his ass as he continued to unload about a third of the gryphon's volume in shit. Speck finally finished unloading his bowels and turned to see the tiolet buried in feces and pointed his dick at it and began carving a hole by pissing into the thick matter. The potent yellow ammonia rich piss drove through Gyro like a drill and felt like a stake was being driven through him. Speck finished up his piss and took a liberal wad of toilet paper to clean up his shit smeared ass .
"Hmm, missing something" Speck stepped back outside to pick up the soggy pellet and dropped it down to crown the mess. "Perfect, you look good enough to eat again hehe~ Oh, and by the way, don't feel lonely. I am going to keep your room for myself and use you as my personal waste depository for all of eternity." Speck grabbed the handle of the toilet and tore it off so that Gyro could never be flushed down and instead would rot as an overflowing toilet that Speck would add more to each day until the end of time.

23:10 < Gyro Feather> <3