What Must be Done

Delicious Justice
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A Tale of Dragon Justice by Vivid Lucidity
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Dragon pred, gryphon prey, F/M, unwilling prey, hard vore, soft vore, hypnotised prey
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War is never a triumph, even after the victory. For after the fighting, there is still hatred, and the crimes committed in the name of victory are yet to be repaid. For the population of gryphons who had laid siege to Equestria, and failed, this point was very salient to them. They had mustered all of their forces and fury in a desperate attempt to take the capital in one night. But all they secured was their defeat. King Grover, their leader, and his son disappeared on the night of the invasion. Without leadership, they quickly faltered. Only one in the entire world knew what happened to them, and she never wished to speak of what happened on that fateful night.

After their defeat, prisoners were taken en-masse, and the ponies had little patience for the rude and selfish gryphons that tried to take their kingdom. They might’ve been kind, but after an attempted invasion and no attempt at an apology, their patience was worn a little thin. So, to work through the immense backlog, Princess Celestia had to call on an old friend...

A week had passed since the invasion, and the capital of Canterlot had been repaired since then. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and birds chirped in the trees. It was bright, happy and pleasant, a far cry from the grim event taking place on that day. At the edge of the city by a gap in the walls, overlooked a deep pit. A pit that was not quite empty, but from the safety of the city, one could not see what was inside. A precession of pony guards stood in attention, and sitting upon a chair, overlooking it all, was Princess Celestia herself. Her fur was still dazzling white while her mane shone every colour of the rainbow as she looked on with a wary gaze.

She looked down at three gryphons, wings bound and blindfolded as they faced the edge.
She was overseeing their execution.

The three gryphons stood silently and stoically as they awaited their fate, with only a faint tremble of fear showing in their bodies. The pony guards held their spears towards them regardless; they’d had a few try and escape before. A heavy silence reigned over the procession, with nobody daring to make a sound.

“I hereby order you to death.” Princess Celestia began, her regal voice cutting through the air like a knife. “For your crimes against Equestria, for your attempts to invade our peaceful nation, and for refusing to repent your crimes. You shall all walk off the edge of the city and never return. Decide amongst yourselves who shall be the first to go. That is all.”

After a few seconds, the leftmost gryphon began to walk towards the edge. He held his head high as he strode towards his doom with a calm heart.

“I do this willingly!” He yelled. “You ponies may be inferior to us majestic Gryphons, but to die by my own claw is noble! I swear to you all that one day, we will take our rightful place as your rulers!”

And with that triumphant defiance to the very end, he strode off the cliff’s edge. His body plummeted without a sound and disappeared from view.
Silence.

Screaming. A horrific, gut-wrenching cry of the formerly stoic gryphon ripped from over the edge mere seconds after he plummeted. The two prisoners began to tremble.

Before it was all silenced by a wet crunch.

And then came the chewing. Twisted gnashing of teeth rending bone and muscle, chewing and crunching with relentless pace. It was all so loud, with every chew, every bite, every tear clear for all to hear. The prisoners couldn’t bear it any longer and ripped their blindfolds away, thinking they were ready for any horror before their eyes.

But they were wrong. They both stopped and stared in dead silence, beaks wide and body unmoving at what they saw. For what they saw was Ember, loudly and messily chewing him up.

It wasn’t the dragon either of them knew, but a large, quadrupedal behemoth that made them look like mere grapes in comparison. She sat at the bottom of the deep pit with her head coming up just below them. Her body was covered in glittering cyan blue scales, while her underbelly was a lighter white and her wings were a dark purple. A crest of purple ran down the top of her head and back. Two curved white horns hung on either side. Her bright red and orange eyes, ringed with what looked like eyelashes, smugly looked up as she eviscerated the gryphon.

Her lips were curled up with a faint smile as she mashed the remains over and over again. Every chew was announced with a fresh squelch of meat. With every chew, the sounds became softer, sloppier, with the gryphon worked down to a fine paste. A faint bulge pressed on the side of her cheek; the gryphons were only tiny meals after all. She just continued to stare up at them with a smug smile as she chewed, while the two gryphons looked down in absolute shock. Here she was, chewing up their friend like a piece of meat, and she had a smug, playful smile. A tiny drop of crimson leaked out of the corner of her mouth, a bright contrast to her cyan scales. It slid down slightly before it was slurped back in with an equally stained tongue.

After half a minute of chewing that reduced him down to a red liquid, she tilted her head back and swallowed. The gulp echoed through the square and made them flinch. She then slowly yawned her mouth open wide to reveal the slick, hot cave, with not a trace of them left. The only sign of him left was a trickle of blood dripping down one of her fangs. The gryphons looked down in horror, while she just gazed up with the same playful smile. Right up until she burped, ruffling their feathers with a wave of hot, acrid air and sending tiny fragments flying to land at their feet. It took them a few seconds to realise what it was: blood-soaked feathers.

It broke them. The one on the right froze in absolute terror. The one in the centre ran. No grace, no plan, no poise, he ran in an instinctual fear of predators, away from the beast. Scrambling and tumbling he ran away from the edge and the guards swarmed to stop him.

But they weren’t needed. Princess Celestia sighed as she watched him run.

“Even when it’s inevitable, they still fight...” she muttered, before closing her eyes in concentration. Her horn glowed a bright pink before a wave of magic erupted from the tip and blasted the gryphon before he had taken ten steps. It flung him back, tumbling and turning over the ground, right towards the edge.

“NONONONONONONONO!” he wailed as he watched the lip approach, his claws desperately trying to slow him down. But it was all for nought. Ember raised up to catch him and rested her tongue level with the ground, meaning he slid straight onto the center of the slick organ.

No place better showed the all-encompassing nature of the maw than within it. Hot, slick gums hung overhead, while the swaying tongue squelched beneath his body. The outside world was gated through the prison bars of her ivory white teeth. At the back was her gullet, a squelching, all-consuming dark portal slithering with saliva.

Facedown in the mire of the saliva of her tongue, it took him a few seconds to come to grips with what had happened. The dripping of her spit, the gush of her stale breath tinged with blood washing over him: it was too much to handle. But when it all slammed into him, he immediately sprinted forwards along the tongue, hoping to get out. The tongue simply bucked up and pinned him to the palate with a squelch of slime, before rolling him around her mouth. She was tasting him. She tasted every feather, every patch of skin and every tear dripping down his cheeks.

“Mmmmh ... so tasty.” She rumbled, her voice reverberating up her throat and rattling through his body. “That’s all you gryphons are good for ... food. You can barely fly, you can barely fight, ha, you couldn’t even defeat a bunch of ponies!”

Her forked tongue tip then deftly rolled around his chest, squeezing him tight and forcing a squawk out of his lungs. It then flicked him out the front of her muzzle and dangled him in the air, right in front of the still-frozen prisoner. They were both completely still, one frozen with terror, the other pinned with a sopping wet tongue. They were inches away from each other. The tongue-tied gryphon reached out with a claw to touch his friend one last time ... before the tongue flicked back and threw him into the maw, screaming. She quickly resumed his relentless tasting.

As he tumbled around her maw, every brush against her dangerous ivory spires sent another jolt of terror through his pounding heart.

“You don’t even taste that good.” Ember mused, dragging him towards the sharp teeth at the back of her mouth. With a little flick, he was nestled between two massive incisors, with a deadly spike hanging just overhead. One squeeze of her mouth and he’d be skewered, before being rendered into a bloody pulp. Like a trapped animal he clawed desperately but didn’t budge an inch.

“Your greatest value, gryphons,” Every syllable trembled her mouth, inching the deadly spike closer and closer. “, is nutritional. That’s all. Goodbye...”

The upper tooth began to lower...

“WAIT WAIT NO, PLEASE NO! DON’T CHEW ME!”

...before stopping just before his chest. The deadly point pressed down on his feathers, mere millimetres from his supple skin. It then pulled away.

“You’ll wish I did... but I’ll grant your request~”

She rumbled, before digging him out of the nook with her tongue and flicking him onto the centre. The maw began to tip back, saliva tumbling down her bumpy tongue towards her gullet. He began to slide towards it. His relief turned to ice-cold dread. She was going to swallow him alive.

“NO, OH PLEASE, NO!” he wailed as he desperately scrambled for grip on her slick tongue, sliding back towards the deep, dark pit of her gullet. He slid over the edge of her tongue, giving him a moment of freefall before landing in the slick flesh of her throat. With a quick gulp, his lower half was engulfed with crushing pressure, leaving him desperately clinging onto the tastebuds on the back of her tongue. The throat continued to tug, dragging him backwards. He had no grip, no hope – this was it. Eyes darting, he looked around in pure terror before settling on the one thing he could see outside of the maw.

Princess Celestia. Sitting on her chair and staring him dead in the eyes.

The last thing he would ever see.

GULP

“NO ... NOOO!” he wailed as one final gulp ripped him away and dragged him down the throat in a torrent of saliva. All he could do was scream as the throat dragged his flailing body in tight peristalsis towards his doom. The slow, gentle pound of her heartbeat reverberated through his body like a drum announcing his doom. There was nothing he could do but scream.

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“YOU MONSTER!” The remaining gryphon screamed as he ripped away from the bulge going down Ember’s neck and back towards Celestia. His eyes were bloodshot while his body trembled with raw fury.

“I’LL KILL YOU!” He screamed, before bolting towards the nearest guard. Unprepared from an attack from a gryphon thought broken, they were unable to defend. The gryphon prisoner grabbed his spear near the head and yanked it back towards him. Unbalanced from the sudden tug, the guard was quickly dispatched with an elbow to the snout. The gryphon then sprinted straight towards Celestia, screaming in primal rage while the spear was pointed directly at her heart.

And Princess Celestia didn’t even bat an eyelid. She just met his fury filled eyes with her same tired, weary stare, as if he wasn’t worth her time. Metres disappeared; he was almost right upon her!

“Halt.” She said with that same bored disinterest. And much to his surprise, he did. His body, as if not listening to him anymore, skidded to a stop with the tip hovering just before her heart. He was hypnotized. His eye darted with the same fury, but was unable to look away from her eyes, and couldn’t move a muscle.

“Drop it.” She ordered, and the spear fell from his trembling hands and clattered loudly against the ground. They continued to stare. Darkness overtook the grounds as Ember loomed high, intrigued by the noise, but the gryphon couldn’t move.

And then, Celestia said four, fateful words.

“Feed yourself. To her.”

And his body listened. Jerking as if possessed, the gryphon strode towards Ember, who had a wicked gleam in her eye. He struggled and fought every step but it was for nothing. Chuckling to herself wickedly, Ember then swayed her body before lowering her head to the edge and opening wide. It was as if a furnace opened with a blast of hot air gushing past him, but he didn’t change course. He thought he could hear gryphon screams on her breath...

“This is all you’re worth, little snack~” She cackled. “Your life’s purpose is now being served ... as my snack, little bird~”

She then rolled out her tongue in a deluge of saliva and slapped it against the grass. It formed a thick, heavy red carpet directly into her maw, right at his claws. But he stopped, his screaming mind able to overpower Celestia’s hypnotism. But it was for just a moment before she shut her eyes in concentration, and with a burst of will, forced him onto the maw. The squishy flesh dimpled beneath his weight as he walked inside, deeper and deeper towards the very centre.

He stared dead at the gullet that was almost calling him inside, and with it, the last of his mind broke. The doom, the terror, the fear, it broke his weary mind. His struggles went still, and the screaming voice in his mind died. The hypnotism left him, and he was just left standing there, staring at the gullet.

But Ember didn’t notice, nor did she care. Content with the flavour of a gryphon from the first and second snack, she snapped her teeth shut and tilted her head back. She felt the still, unmoving bulge of his body slip down the tongue before she swallowed him with ease. A nice, easy meal. Smirking, she gripped the edge with one claw and hefted herself up, holding her head high and showing off the bulge in her throat. She traced the bulge with her claw as it slipped down into her body and disappeared. Her claw went lower and lower, before tracing around the ever-faint bulge in her gut.

“Mmmh, another tasty meal~” she murmured while staring at the dock of gryphon prisoners awaiting execution. Both ponies and gryphons alike stood silent and stared up at colossal Ember and the bulge in her gut. Nobody moved, nobody said a word, they just stared. Not a single pony so much as flinched for the fate of the three prisoners.
None except for one.

Princess Celestia, the one responsible for their ends, shuttered and looked away from their sentence carried to completion.

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Yet the peace and shocked silence was a far cry from her noisy gut, that twisted, churned and groaned. A pitch-black chamber ringed with fleshy walls dripping with acids and mucus, it was half-filled with a churning sea of chyme. It was big enough to fit numerous gryphons, with the two solid meals inside nothing more than grapes to her. In the chyme were tiny fragments of feathers and bones, the only remains of the first gryphon of the three. The second prisoner screamed and hollered as he clawed at the walls to no effect. Boiling acids lashed at his chest as he desperately tried to claw out, but it was hopeless. Already he could feel his body start to break down, while his head grew weak from the oxygen-deprived air.

And the third prisoner? He sat in the acids, unmoving, as the heart of her hunger growled around him. Broken, he could only watch as his body slowly slipped into the mire. He couldn’t move, he could only watch and scream in his mind. Looking up one last time, he shut his eyes as the last of the acids claimed him, and he slipped into the mire, never to be seen again.

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But they weren’t the only gryphons to meet their end in Ember’s jaws or stomach that day. There were a hundred prisoners lined up, all executed one after the other, until Ember was left stuffed and very well sated. Yet even that was only a fraction of the gryphons that had to be worked through.

Several days later, in a cavern deep underground, a solemn line of prisoners shuffled to their doom. They were gryphons, wings bound with them chained to each other with a long line of shackles. They were all terrified. Stoic pony guards flanked them on all sides, poking their spears to corral anyone back into line.

They entered a large, open cavern, illuminated with magical gems. Beside them was a pile of brown mud that was massive, bigger than a house. Much to their horror, they saw it was filled with gryphon bones, strewn carelessly along the surface. As they recoiled in terror, Ember merely licked her lips as she gazed down at the fresh batch of prisoners. She rested on a pile of regal fabrics and jewels as she gazed over them, drool dripping from her lips. One set of claws brushed over her swollen belly, packed with fat from an abundance of fresh meals. Her other drifted along her private slit, a slight part in her scales revealing dark, pink insides. A pair of gryphon hind legs vigorously kicked from outside the tight depths, before being forced in with a simple press of her claw and a deep moan.

“Ahhh, yummy~” She murmured, as the wailing gryphons were forced closer and closer to her. “I was just starting to get hungry~”

The End.