Stats

The RP has a total of 18 lines, 1186 words, and 6581 characters.
The average line consists of 65.89 words that themselves average 4.55 characters taking about 4 minutes, 49 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 9 lines, 574 words, and 3130 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 63.78 words that themselves average 4.45 characters taking about 3 minutes, 33 seconds.
Speculo said a total of 9 lines, 612 words, and 3451 characters.
Speculo's average line consists of 68.0 words that themselves average 4.64 characters taking about 6 minutes, 15 seconds.

09:53 Speculo nibbles on Gyro Feather and nods

09:54 Gyro Feather squawks, pushes on the ling. "What are you doing, you dumbbug?"

09:55 < Knyght Tyme> [sub]He's more of a buttbug, isn't he?[/sub]

09:55 < Knyght Tyme> [sub]and/or buttplug[/sub]

09:57 < Borealis Moonlight> [sub]I'm gonna go back to bed now...[/sub]

09:57 < Speculo> https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/292771543107502082/429989681157898250/celestia-chub-snuggles.png?width=705&height=588

09:58 Speculo continues latching on and nibbling Gyro like a leech

09:58 Gyro Feather begins to buck his hinds, trying to knock the darn creature off of his blue rump.

09:59 < Borealis Moonlight> [sub]I probably won't...[/sub]

10:00 < Lief Woodcock> What a silly halfbird

10:01 Speculo starts widening his bites and engulphing the birb but in nibble noms

10:06 Gyro Feather can now feel the hot incredinbly sticky drool of the changeling as its resin spit dribbles down the edge of his hinds now. "I siad get off, you dumb creature!"

10:09 Speculo just giggles as Gyro's hips kicking back start to slow down and the bug's jaws restrain his hips. A long slithering tongue slowly creeps out from between his jaws and coils around Gyro's torse like a slimy green anaconda. Speck open's his jaws releasing hsi grip in short bursts to pull back with his tongue before Gyro could break free. "Mruff, sowwy, hawd to t'k with my mouve furr~"

10:13 Gyro Feather shudders from the sensation of that long hot tongue slathers down over his belly, and draws backwards. His wings are pinned to their sides before he thought to extend them, but that doesnt stop him from trying to force them open anyways. As each gulp forces his hips forward, the gryphon is forced to sit back into the mouth of the bug, lined in sharp teeth. Gyro lets out a little squeal and digs his claws knto the ground, pulling forward.

10:19 Speculo pulls back feeling the resistance from the claws anchoring Gyro to the floor. Instead of trying to tug away his grip, Speck advances and semingly just walks forward as Gyro slides back into his hungry gullet. Speck climbs along Gyro's body latching onto his flesh with his fangs to prevent the birb from reversing the direction. Any struggle would only draw Speck forward with the peacock and aide in his swallowing. Speck's jaws reached over Gyro's belly and free'd up Speck's tongue to slither around Gyro's neck and start to tease and lick at his face.

10:25 Gyro Feather pulls forward several paces, though it seems to get him no where, and to make matters worse, he's pulling himself and an unwilling bug, tiring him out rather qucikly. Worryingly, that warmth has advanced up towards his belly, leaving just the tips of his hind legs free. HIs rump pushes right up against the engrance to the changeling's translucent belly, soon to give the world a frightful view. Gyro coughs from that tongue pressing into his beak, while the greenish drool slathers over his face, coating his feathers in the gunk and leaving the bird with the smell of Spec's insides.

10:37 Speculo grips onto the ground behind Gyro's talons to help give him leverage as his jaws slowly ascended over Gyro's shoulders and the wider arches of his wings where they folded in. Speck's tongue wrapped around Gyro's beak and the slimy drool dripped down his chin. As Speck's mouth worked the shoulders back into his gullet the hardest part was over. Swallowing forward and sucking in Gyro's head was as simple as deep throating a moderately sized horsecock. Speck just leisurely slipped forward and swallowed him down leaving only Gyro's front legs free from the hot slimy depths. Speck licked at the talons as a wide smie grew along his now free mouth. "You'll get tired eventually, you can only hold onto your safety for so long before my stomach claims the last of you." Speck patted his neck where Gyro's head was stuk in his throat. The birb's claws keeping barely enough of a barrier to keep his head from falling back into the growling stomach

10:43 Gyro Feather 's hinds push deeper into the belly, filling it out with his bright blue body, showing dull behind the green flesh. The paws make imprints on the edge, pushign out, while more of him flows inwards. As the tongue invades his nostrils, he coughs and sputers, but keep his grip. His head bulges in the throat now, as spec picks an angle that makes it especially hard for the bird to keep his talons wedged in the ground. Each gulp around him was a tug that required resisting. Even as he fought for it, however, he could feel fluid building up around him in that belly, already preparing to make short work of him. "S-spit me out! Let me go!" He calls, grunting then as a hoof pushes on his head.

10:51 Speculo wiggled his rump and a green flash of flames flared up from Speck's mane replacing the bug's ears with the long ears of a rabbit. "I need to lay some chocolate eggs for Easter though, and your feathers will make sure they are coloful when they come out. Don't you want to be part of the festivities~" Speck laughed with a hearty belch that sent foul gasses up from his gut to assail the birb still clinging onto life. Speck's throat convulsed with his laughter squeezing and giving only breif moments of relaxation around Gyro's face as the slimy green flesh slapped over his face.

10:53 Gyro Feather coughs hard as the awful scent of the bug's past meaty meals wooshes up past him, creating a pocket in the throat that disorients him. Its just enough that his claws slip from the ground, raising up off of it in the commotion. Gyro struggles to push them back down, to lock himself to the ground and pull back out. "N-no! No let me go you dumb bug!:

11:02 Speculo took an opportunity in Gyro's gagging. As the birb retched with disgust Speck lunged forward pulling the talons with him unhooking them from the ground. With Gyro no longer anchored to safety Speck gulped back and sent Gyro's head past the ring of flesh that kept his head safe from the acids and churning muscles. "Mmm, thats better you silly peacock~"

11:06 Gyro Feather has virtually no time to react as he's pressed deeper into the bug and all the way into the dim light in his belly. He could see the world through the stripes of green, while he squirms deep inside of him. Already his tailhole begins to burn from the growing juices, while tingling spreads across his body. The muscles squeeze on his form, pressing his head below the acids, before he resurfaces. "N-no! No its not! I should be eating you!"

11:11 Speculo lays back and belches a hearty burst of gut gas that echoed in the room. "Oof, keep struggling like that. It will help you to digest evenly, though you are making me a bit gassy." Speck puts his hooves behind his head and lazily wags his tail letting his stomach get to work. The acids seep through the feathers protecting Gyro and the bird is mulched into a nice feather filled soup to drain down into the bugs guts and become the "chocolate eggs" Speck will lay later.

11:15 Gyro Feather struggles for as long as he can, though without that air in the stomach, it certainly doesnt take him long to tire out. He begins to feel quite light headed as the stinging picks up around him. Finally the bird goes still, digesting visibly to thw eorld through the dim window the changeling's body provides.