The Griffon Black Market

18 April 2015

22:07 Seaward_Skies stands in a crowded cell, surrounded by creatures of all different types, a leather collar tight around his neck, waiting for the guards to prod the group onto the wooden stage set up in the town square. He wasn't sure who would be out there, but he knew that he and his fellow inmates would be up for sale to whoever it was. ***

22:13 The_Auctioneer steps out to the back of the stage and opens up the door, inspecting the ponies and other creatures that were inside. He was a griffon with bright red feathers on his face and wickedly curved beak. Over one eye there was a scar where he was devoid of feathers, a long scratch. Looking over the group, he selects a dark grey diamond dog and leads him out of the kennel on a collar, dragging him up to the stage. Outside Skies would be able to hear the auctioneer begin to auction. Various little descriptions could be heard as he does so, including 'tasty,' 'hard working', and 'lean.'

22:18 Seaward_Skies looks up, more than a little confused by some of the things he hears, though he shivers at the sight of that griffon, and the way he looked over the group. Unconsciously, he crosses his hindlegs, tucking his wings right against his body as the guards chuckle knowingly. ***

22:22 The_Auctioneer comes back to the cage a couple of times, though he didnt pick skies the first few. He could here the acution going on outside with each of them. Most of teh creatures sold for very large sum of bits. He could also hear things other than the creatures being auctioned off, substances that were clearly illegal. The nature of the market was becoming more and more clear as he hears sexual terms mixed in with those of flavor.

22:25 Seaward_Skies grits his teeth, screwing up his eyes as he tries to block out the sounds from outside, from the innuendo to the wild baying of the crowd as they bid, and as the auctioneer describes the creature up for sale. He ruffles his clipped wings, wishing for some kind of way to escape, and get word of this cesspool home, but all he can do is wait, shuffling on his hooves as he wonders what words the auctioneer is going to use to sell him. ***

22:30 The_Auctioneer finally opens the door again and the gruff griffon looks over the various remaining stragglers. His gaze falls upon a stallion with his eyes shut. He points a talon at the blue stallion and says, "You! Pony with a fish on your ass. Get your featherd butt over hear. Your up." He glares at the stallion coldly, wating for him to reach the entrance of the cage.

22:32 Seaward_Skies opens his eyes quickly as he hears the description, knowing exactly who the griffon wants. He glances about again, seriously thinking about defiance, but as he looks at the armed guards, he sighs, knowing that playing along is more likely to keep him alive right now. He bows his head and trots over, standing beside the auctioneer obediently. ***

22:41 Seaward_Skies does his best to hold still and not anger his captor, but as he feels the claws between his legs his jumps and whinnies, instinctively trying to back away. He doesn't respond to the auctioneer's words, though, clamping his jaw shut as he shivers, glancing towards the bright sunlight just beyond them, where the murmur of the crowd can be heard. ***

22:53 Seaward_Skies grinds his teeth together as he tries his hardest not to blush at the description, his hoof twisting against the wooden deck. He keeps his eyes on the floor, not wanting to look up and see the crowd, when he feels the lick. He looks up at the auctioneer in confusion, then gasps as he hears himself described as a 'meal'. He turns, feeling panic starting to rise in his chest as he looks desperately for a way out, even as the bids start to come in. ***

23:05 Serilde takes a liking to the pegasus on the stageas he sees him, finding him to look delectable, and a lot of fun. His mind is sold when the auctioneer describes his flavor and his talon shoots up. The price goes up several times as a bidding war happens, but eventualy Serilde wins at a price of 51000 bits, more than most ponies will make in a year.

23:05 The_Auctioneer comes back and forth going on and trying to raise the price of the stallion, grinning as the value continues to rise much past his expectations. FInally, the bidding stops and he yells "Sold! To that Imperial eagled griffon in the back with that beautiful crest, number 38. COme up here and claim your prize." He smiles wide and looks at the pegasus with a grin, stroking his back. "Look at that, you've been the most expensive pony on stage so far. I hope your new master enjoys you." ***

23:07 < Seaward_Skies> (She? :p)

23:09 < Serilde> (Oh ya...)

23:09 Seaward_Skies (baps Gyro playfully) ***

23:10 < Serilde> (I dont see what you're talking about.)

23:11 < Seaward_Skies> (Also, you described him as having a hoof)

23:13 Seaward_Skies tries to wriggle away fromt he auctioneer as the winning griffon makes his way up onstage, but the claw on his back makes him shiver, the feel of talons against his fur making the consequences of escape attempts obvious. He whimpers quietly, only able to lean away. ***

23:22 Serilde aproaches the stage and and is escorted to a back room by a guard, who leads Seaward in that direction as well. Serilde isnt allowed to inspect his purchase yet however, not until in the back room he counts out he propper bits and hands them to the teller. They then give Serilde permission to inspect his new slave. He approaches the stallion with a wicked grin on his face. "Hello Slave, you may call me master, or master Serilde, whichever you prefer." He says, not bothering to learn seaward's name. ***

23:25 Seaward_Skies looks up at Serilde with as neutral an expression as he can manage, simply nodding slightly without saying a word. His lip twitches as he tries to hold back a slip in his impassive mask, and his hoof grinds steadily against the floorboards. He can't quite process what's happening to him, half expecting to wake up in his hammock any minute now. ***

23:34 Serilde frowns at the corners of his beak as he stares at the pony, locking eyes with him. He takes a step forward and wraps a talon around his muzzle and digging them in. "Do you understand pony?" He asks with a growl. The guard looks at teh two and waves a tallon telling them to get going. ***

23:37 Seaward_Skies squeaks, breathing hard as he's forced to meet his master's eyes, and he feels the sharp tips threatening to break skin. After a moment, he lets out a sob of defeat and nods as best he can, with a lockjawed "Y-yes... Master..." ***

23:46 Serilde turns from a frown to a smile as Seaward calls him master, ignoring the sob. "Good, you will learn well, and then I'll keep you for a long time." He says with a grin. At the guards behest he takes the leash and pulls the stallion outside the tent and off into the forest. "So glad to finally get away from that smelly market and to have recieved such a beautiful pony." ***

23:47 < Seaward_Skies> (I think I'm gonna try for sleep now)

18:36 < Serilde> (Boop)

18:40 Seaward_Skies flowers a little, opening his mouth. "My n-" he cuts himself off, looking down as he realises that wouldn't be the best way to keep himself alive. "I-I mean..." he stammers, trying to think of a polite, respectful way to speak. "Would it please master to learn my name?" ***

18:45 Serilde glares down at the stallion as he begins to speak and snorts at the question as if the answer is obvious. "To learn you name? No...I think instead I shall give you a new name. Ponies are named with adjective noun right?" He leans down to give the pony a lick and smiles, "I think I'll name you Tasty Fish." ***

18:45 < Serilde> (Lets see if I can remember to adress you by that :P)

18:53 Seaward_Skies shivers at the teasing lick, his ears folding back and his face darkening. He hasn't quite accepted the ultimate purpose of slaves sold at the hidden market, and doesn't register the significance of the lick, or the name. "I do... Uh, i-if that's what you'd prefer to call me, master..." ***

18:58 Serilde listens for the pony's acceptance, glad that he doesnt pull away from the lick and then smiles the corners of his beak as the stallion accepts it. "Good, I'm glad it pleases you Tasty Fish. The auctioneer was right about your flavor, and I think its a good name. Now come along." The griffon pulls his stallion away from the camp and out into the woods, leading him into the dark forest. ***

19:04 Seaward_Skies can't suppress another shudder as he looks at the slight smile on his new master's face, but he quickly follows the tugging leash, glancing nervously around the unfamiliar surroundings. "I'm...glad? Glad you like my...f-flavour so much... Uh, might I ask where we're going?" he says quietly, wishing he had a crossbow, or his harpoon to hoof. ***

19:15 Serilde nods at his stallion and says, "Well, we're going to my camp, its a couple hours walk from here. I know your a pegasus, but I hope you're in good enough walking shape to keep up. Otherwise, I might have to carry you inside of me and I dont think you'd like that." The griffon looks over at his pony once more, taking note of his butt mark. "So...what is your thing supposed to mean anyways? What does a pony have to do with fish?" ***

19:23 Seaward_Skies blinks at the griffon, stumbling for a moment as he stares before his picks his hooves up again. "Uh, inside you?" He shakes himself, not sure he wants to hear the answer, and continues speaking. "It, uh... It's swimming. My special talent is swimming, like a fish..." ***

19:31 Serilde feels the pony stumble and tugs a little harder on the leash. "Cmon keep up, you you'll be making the journey in my crop...and then I'll have to decide how much I care to spit you back up." He then hmms at the comment about swimming, "Well its a shame that we're not near any rivers, or maybe you could swilm while I fly. Anyways, you may speak freely. None of that speak only when spoken too nonsense, unless you really irritate me." ***

19:37 Seaward_Skies nods quickly, knowing enough of griffon anatomy from his time with them to know what that meant. And what it means for his future. He'd heard of griffons with...desires like that, but never believed the stories. "Uh... Thank you, master. And yes, it is a shame... And a shame they clipped my wings, too..." he says, glancing back at them. ***

19:46 Serilde nods at the comment and runs a talon through his pony's wing. "Yes, I must say it is quite the shame. They could have at least had the decency to ask if we wanted you clipped before they gave you to us. I can clip my own pony's wings once I get them home," He claims bostfully. He picks up the pace, eager to get home. ***

19:51 Seaward_Skies breaks into a trot, still thankfully fit enough for a long haul, even after his ordeal. "I don't doubt that, master..." he agrees, his stomach churning as he thinks about his fate. "I'd just as soon not have them clipped at all, though..." he says softly. A part of him wants to know what his master has in store for him, but a larger part doesn't dare to ask, fearing the answer. ***

19:55 Serilde ignores his pony for the most part the rest of the way home, occasionally speaking with him and having a bit of a conversation, hoping that his new servant would warm up to him. Eventually they arrive at a little shack set up in a clearing. "Well, here's camp. A nice little home away from home~" ***

19:57 Seaward_Skies replies as civilly as possible to his new master, trying not to give to much away. After a while his answers are less stiff and a little more natural, but he's obviously still wary, and his dislike shows through despite his civility. He casts a critical eye over the shack, but he's seen worse places in his time, and he nods slowly. "I suppose so... It looks...cozy," he says carefully. ***

20:14 Serilde opens up the shack to reveal a one room setup with a bed in the corner and a kitchen in the other. "It is nice enough. Its better than camping in a tent like I spend often enough. I've never been to theat market before...I dont even know if it's usually that close," he explains, leading them in. He closes the door and indicates at the stove. "So...do you know anything about cooking?" ***

20:16 Seaward_Skies feels a little swell of relief, even as he takes in the close quarters, knowing that the two of them would be living in cramped style for his time there, as he thinks about his answer. A life spent cooking would be better than what he had assumed. "I know a little bit," he says with a shrug. "Nothing fancy, master, but I'm decent enough at cooking good, simple food. And," he adds, knowing this might make him a little more valuable, "I can cook fish." ***

20:24 Serilde tilts his head curiously as his pegasus began to explain, lighting up at the mention of knowing how to cook fish. "O-oh...how does a pony learn to cook fish? Still, I suppose I ought to put you to the test. The griffon goes to his bed and lays back getting a bit comfortable. "I have some fish in the cooler over there. Make me something tasty to eat while I relax. And...before you think of doing anything stupid, that collar you have there will freeze you in place if you ever get too far away from me. And out here...I doubt wolves would be to kind to a stuck pony." ***

20:26 Seaward_Skies gulps, shaking his head as his master settles down. "Mhmm... I learned at home, though. We're fisher-ponies, you see... It's a very pegasus thing, most ponies would gag at the idea of eating fish..." He pulls a few fillets out of the cooler and hums. "Do you have anything to go with them? Tomatoes, wine, something to make a sauce? Master?" ***

20:31 Serilde raises an eyebrow at the explanation and rouses a bit, turning to look at his stallion. "Fisherponies huh? You didnt lie to me about what your cutie mare means, did you Tasty Fish?" He asks, sounding a little miffed at the thought. "And check the cabinet, I have some limited supplies out here. As I said, this isnt my usual lodgings." Inside he would find some stuff, probably enough to make something simple and certainly some wine of both red and white varieties. ***

20:34 Seaward_Skies shakes his head again, very quickly this time. "N-no master, I meant it, I'm a great swimmer. The cutie mark was a bit of a coincidence... But that's what it stands for." He quickly turns away and pulls out a bottle of white wine and a little cream, heating up a pan to fry the fish as he whips up a quick but tasty sauce. ***

20:52 Serilde gives a steady nod at the stallion, since he sounded pretty sure of himself, and because he didnt really want get rid of the pony yet anyways. Serilde settles backwards and closes his eyes once more, allowing himself to doze while Tasty Fish fixes him a nice dinner. ***

20:52 < Serilde> (Sorry, I thought I posted and got caught up in a discussion about wether or not griffon peni have a baculum. XP)

20:53 < Seaward_Skies> (Heh, 'sokay. What was the verdict?)

20:54 < Serilde> (No, because we havnt been RPing griffon sex as animals w/ baculums do it. Even though cats do have them. But in baculum animals, they penetrate before they get hard.

20:54 Seaward_Skies cooks for a while longer, managing to find a plate and come cutlery, serving the fish up with a few boiled potatoes. He glances over at Serilde, noting his dozing, and hesitates for a moment, not wanting to wake his master, but knowing he'd not want the food to get cold. He finally nods to himself, and clears his throat loudly. "Uh... M-master?" ***

20:58 Serilde squirms a bit in his sleep before finally waking, sniffing the air at the wonderful smell. "Mmmmm, That does smell pretty tasty, maybe you do know how to cook fish aferall." Slowly the griffon gets out of bed and grabs the plate before inspecting the rest to see if there was anything left in the pans. "You did make a little bit for yourself right?" ***

21:02 Seaward_Skies nods, glancing back himself at the much smaller portion still sitting in the cooling cookware. "I...had hoped you'd let me dine with you, master..." he says. "And thank you..." He wonders if this is going to be as bad as he'd feared, despite the fact that he's now become property. ***

21:09 Serilde looks into the pans and decides that the small portion left in the pan is acceptable for the pony and even scoops it out onto a second plate and sets it down on the floor next to his table. "Yes, I suppose that you can have that much. Go ahead and dine on your tasty fish...Tasty Fish." The griffon smiles down at the stallion before begining to start on his own plate, mmming in satisfaction at the flavors. ***

21:15 Seaward_Skies glances up, a little unhappy at being made to eat on the floor, but he takes what he can get, eating slowly, enjoying the food while he has it. He looks up again with a smile as he hears his master's enjoyment. "I'm glad you like it, master..." ***

21:16 < Seaward_Skies> (Bleh, don't want to go but I think I have to...)

21:17 < Serilde> (Thats fine. Its super late! SLeep well~)

21:18 < Seaward_Skies> (Thanks. G'night~)

21:18 Seaward_Skies cuddles up with ***

21:24 Serilde cuddles back up on ***

21:28 < Seaward_Skies> Hehe, on?

21:33 < Serilde> you're my bed!~

21:33 < Seaward_Skies> Ah, okay!

21:33 Seaward_Skies wiggles under the feathery blanket :D ***

17:17 < Serilde> (Ah hah, my post)

17:17 < Seaward_Skies> (Yep :p I'm just going to step out for a couple of minutes, but feel free to post in the meantime)

17:20 Serilde looks down at his pony with a smile as seaward comments and then returns to his food, working his way slowly through his meal. "Tasty Fish, I must ask, how do you feel about griffons, or tiercels in specific," he asks, a lingering 'in bed' hanging in his tone. ***

17:26 Seaward_Skies glances up again, a little mroe sharply this time, not sure if he imagined the implication in the tiercel's tone, feeling a little squirming in the pit of his stomach as the words remind him of his first kiss. "Hmm? W-well... I grew up around a lot of them... So I figured they were a decent enough bunch. Most of them, at least..." he says, perhaps stepping a little too far with that last comment. ***

17:35 Serilde gives Tasty a sweet smile as he speaks, though his near jab leaves the griffon with a scowl on his face. "Excuse me? And that isnt what I was getting at. I wanted to know how you feel about them? Because unless I'm mistaken, and I'm sure I'm not, you look pretty cute little Fish." ***

17:35 < Serilde> (Gah oops hold on)

17:45 < Serilde> (I edited in case you didnt notice.

17:45 < Seaward_Skies> (Ah, I did not)

17:47 Seaward_Skies gulps, shrinking down a little. "I'm...s-sorry? I meant no offence, just... I hope you can understand why I might be a little...upset, master... And I'm not sure wh-what you mean," he says, his cheeks starting to turn a little pink as the tiercel calls him 'cute', bringing back more memories. ***

17:57 Serilde watches as his pony's face gains a pink blush behind his fur and then leans down, pressing his beak against the stallion's muzzle. "I mean, do you find tiercel's attactive? I certainly hope so, because, I might want to get full use out of my new pet, especially since you look so cute," he says, ruffling the stallion's mane. ***

18:00 Seaward_Skies squeaks as the hard beak presses up against him, but he instinctively tilts his head, avoiding the sharp, hooked point, making it clear he's done this before. He pants as Serilde pulls back, his blush deepened, his mane thick and matted after his ordeal. "I-I..." he stammers, trying to find a way around the question that isn't a lie. "I may have...a-admired a few specimens..." he says. ***

18:02 < Serilde> (Hmm, So I just commissioned something with Zuthal and Gyro :P)

18:02 < Seaward_Skies> (Oh?)

18:03 < Serilde> (http://screencast.com/t/wRk08Wvg)

18:03 < Serilde> (And it was just accepted. :B)

18:04 < Seaward_Skies> (See, now you make me jealous again :p)

18:05 < Serilde> (Sorry, there's just not any good tatzlpony vore art. I bet soon I'll get something with us~)

18:06 < Seaward_Skies> (While I'm largely playing, that would be kinda nice~)

18:06 < Serilde> (In fact I'm paying a wonderful artist for some art with our characters presently)

18:07 < Serilde> (:D )

18:07 < Seaward_Skies> (Oh? (Again XD))

18:09 Serilde grins as he feels Seaward duck to the sid apropriately and then sees the deepening blush. He moves a claw off the matted fur down to behind his ear and gives him a couple of soft scritches. "Oh have you? That's good then. So how do you feel about me? And furthermore, does that mean you have experiecne with knots?" He asks, with a giggle ***

18:10 < Serilde> (Yep. You know this artist very well~ He's doing a series of pictures involving skies as a griffon with gyro)

18:10 < Seaward_Skies> (Oh, you~)

18:12 Seaward_Skies is now a firey scarlet, swallowing hard and squeezing his eyes shut, as he realises this is going in a direction that he'd feared, but also a direction that sends little tickles of anticipation into his belly and up along his spine. "Y-yes, master~" he says slowly, praying the tiercel won't inquire to far into it. ***

18:13 < Seaward_Skies> (You make me blush a bit, you know that? :P)

18:16 < Serilde> ( :D Then I'm doing it right!)

18:17 < Seaward_Skies> (Yeah, I'd say so~)

18:18 < Serilde> (Skies forgot to say how he feels about Serilde, unless that's intentional?)

18:18 < Seaward_Skies> (Uh... Let's go with yes :p)

18:23 Serilde nods at him and turns to grab another bite to eat before turning back to the blushing stallion. "Well then, I think you missed half of my questions. Please answer everything when I ask you. How do you feel about me, and how experienced are you with knots?" The tiercel has a sternness in his voice and his scratching talons are much harder now. ***

18:26 Seaward_Skies squirms a little, still enjoying the scratching, but reminded of what those talons are really made to do. For a moment he again considers lying, but the tips of those claws make him think about the consequences of being found out. "I-I don't like that you'd buy ponies, master, but... I think I'm glad it was you that bought me, and not one of the others there... A-and I've had a couple of experiences with kn-knots. My first coltfriend... I g-guess he was a tiercel-friend, really~" ***

18:30 < Serilde> (i'm starting to not want to eat skies, or at least not permanantly xP

18:31 < Serilde> (This is unusual for me)

18:31 < Seaward_Skies> (Well, you don't actually HAVE to~)

18:32 < Serilde> (But you /want/ me to dont you?

18:32 < Seaward_Skies> (Kinda... But kind of not, as well~)

18:37 Serilde smiles as she hears the stallions admission runs a talon trhough his crest to flaunt it towards the stallion. "Hmm, I'm glad you like that it was me~" he says with a grin and turns to finish the last of his food. "And thats pretty good. Then you wont be suprised to much by one. Do you like what you see?" He asks as he finishes the last of his food. ***

18:39 < Seaward_Skies> (You know, I think I've only ever seen one black and white sketch of Serilde... What would she look like as a tiercel?)

18:40 < Serilde> (I dont even know if I'm happy with that sketch so I dont even know :P)

18:40 < Serilde> (I really should sit down and finish her, but I've been painting instead of darwing recently.)

18:40 < Seaward_Skies> (Well, if you give me a description I may be able to knock up a sketch sometime)

18:41 < Serilde> (Well...I need to figure out her crest is the thing. Thats the hardest bit.)

18:41 < Seaward_Skies> (Hmm... Then I think some colours would do for now, at least)

18:42 < Serilde> (She's got the same sort of plumage of a spanish imperial eagle, including the cream ridge of feathers on the top of her wings

18:43 < Serilde> (http://cdn1.arkive.org/media/1E/1E5BD14D-2BF3-41F4-8E53-B9ECC4B28449/Presentation.Large/Spanish-imperial-eagle.jpg http://cdn1.arkive.org/media/34/34403883-BAE6-4582-815C-D7BAE7B51D0D/Presentation.Large/Spanish-imperial-eagle.jpg)

18:45 < Serilde> (As far as back end...I need to play w/ colors but probably a light brown.)

18:47 Seaward_Skies looks the light gold and brown tiercel up and down, swallowing again. He has to admit, if it hadn't been for their situation, he would have found him rather attractive indeed. Even despite the situation, he finds himself nodding slowly, his face burning in shame. ***

18:54 Serilde giggles agiain, stroking his obedient pet and wating for him to finish eating. "Good good, he says, getting off of his pillow and fanning his wings out to show his beautiful feathers and tilting his head up and to the side regally. "Well, you should finish up eating and then maybe you can show me a few more tricks. ***

18:56 Seaward_Skies nods again, dipping his head at the petting and murring softly, even as he tries to stop himself. As Serilde strikes a pose he lets out a little whimper and busies himself eating, trying not to look at him. All too soon, however, his small meal is finished, the stallion having barely tasted it as he ate. ***

19:00 Serilde lets out a loud yawn as Seaward finishes and looks towards his bed. Outside the lights had just faded, and the moon was rising. He lets out a little sigh and makes his way over to it, pretty sure his pony was entranced. He lays down and then scoots to the side, giving the stallion room if he wished to join. "So...I think it might be time for a laydown. You can either crash on the floor, or I might have a little room on my bed," he says with a grin. ***

19:03 Seaward_Skies looks up at the sound of the yawn, his ice-blue eyes tracking the tiercel all the way to the bed, watching the extra space intently. It's a single bed, and would be more than a little cozy for the both of them if he did join. A part of him wants nothing more than to seek a little comfort, but another part refuses to trust the griffon, no matter how kind he may seem. In the end, he lowers his eyes, and says in a low, submissive voice, "What would my master prefer?" ***

19:09 Serilde looks at the stallion with a cryptic expression as he's asked the question and gives a gentle shrug, laying back on his pillow. "I would prefer you do what ever makes you comfortable, Tasty Fish," he responds grinning though his expression wasnt visible from the side. The teircel knew which option he prefered, but he wanted to gain his pets trust to easier break him in. ***

19:12 Seaward_Skies takes a long, deep breath in through his nose, his stomach squirming in his belly now as he tries to make up his mind. He shivers a little in the dropping temperature, and suddenly thinks about how terrible a night on the floor, in the cold, would be. Almost without thinking he gets up, slowly walking towards the bed, relief, anticipation, and dread all warring inside him. ***

19:18 Serilde sees the stallion aproaching out of the corner of his eyes and shifts a little bit more to the side of the bed, giving the pony enough room to climb on. He has a wing unfirled, loking like the griffon was prepared to sweep him up as soon as he layed down. Still the motions were natural, witn Serilde pretending not to notice him aproaching. ***

19:21 Seaward_Skies turns and very carefully sits on the edge of the matress, eyeing up the waiting wing as he swings his hindlegs up, lying down stiffly as his mind screams at him that this is a terrible idea. He shivers, his head touching the pillow, his limbs straight and rigid, closing his eyes tight. ***

19:34 Serilde grins wider as he feels the stallion enter his bed and quickly wraps his forelegs around him and encircles him in a wing hug, much as a hawk might do with its downed prey. "Well then, Tasty Fish," he says with a grin, breathing his hot fish smelling breath over the pony, "I'm glad you decided to join me after all. I must ask, are you actually ready for bed at the moment?" He slowly drags a talon over his back down to his tail. ***

19:39 Seaward_Skies opens his eyes with a snap, the firm forelegs and softer feathers surround his world. He turns his head towards Serilde, then scrunches his nose as he smells his breath, a shiver running through his limbs. He takes a sharp breath as the talon traces along his back, and tenses again, looking up at his master with wide eyes. "Mmph~ I-I...don't know~" he admits, surprised at himself for even saying so. ***

19:51 Serilde giggles and nuzzles the stallion on his snout before opening his beak and surounding the tip of his muzzle before pressing his tongue against the stallion's lips, turing to press it in, in the strange way that griffons kiss, since beaks got in the way the way ponies do. His talons move a little bit further down to play across the inside of his thighs. ***

19:55 Seaward_Skies lets out a helpless squeak at the kiss, his lips parting before the tongue, letting it slide in as his sheath starts to bulge at the talons' touch. His breath comes in short bursts through his nose, staring at the tiercel with a strange look in his eyes, caught halfway between desire and something else. ***

19:59 Serilde stares at the stallion with half lidded eyes, keeping his tongue inside the stallion's mouth, licking against the tongue and rubbing against the inside of his mouth. "Oooh~" He purrs, continuing to stroke his leg. After a couple moments he catches the look and pulls away with a half smile, barely visible through the moonlight peaking in through the feather cacoon. "Well? You look a little uncertain..." ***

20:02 Seaward_Skies pants, his eyes already going half-lidded as well as he stares back, almost in a daze. The tip of his cock is already poking from his sheath, and he has a hard time keeping his wings pressed to his sides. "I, uh..." he mumbles, not sure what to say. "I don't... I don't know if I want to~" ***

20:06 Serilde frowns and then leans forward to give him a lick across the face, murring at his flavor, perhaps giving him something to think about. "Awww...That's such a shame then..." THe tiercel says, pulling her talon away from his thighs. ***

20:10 Seaward_Skies murrs a little as his tongue slides over his face, and pushes his hips forward a little, seeking the talons again. He catches himself, pulling back, but the motion was obvious, and the sound of his quiet, helpless moan is louder in the silence of the forest. ***

20:10 < Seaward_Skies> (I think I'm going to call it a night here)

20:11 < Serilde> (alright, sleep well~)

18:25 Seaward_Skies (snuggles in here~) ***

18:32 Serilde smacks his beak, tasting the lingering of his fishy taste and then giggles as he feels the thrust and and hears the moans. "Well...you sound quite needy for not wanting to have a little fun. But...if that doesnt catch your fancy, you could always satisfy a different hunger of mine." He leans down to the pegasus's ear and clacks his beak together. ***

18:36 Seaward_Skies whimpers softly and shakes his head, curling up on himself a little. "N-no, master, please... I-I... I do want it..." he mumbles, red-faced. His lust would be obvious now, if the tiercel cared to look down, and his wings tremble with the effort it takes to keep them folded. ***

18:43 Serilde tilts his head down and then strokes against the feathers, hoping to coax a little reaction out of his wings. "Are you sure? You dont quite look as excited as I hoped you mightbe~" the tiercel teases, and then grinds his sheath agasint the pony's fur. ***

18:46 Seaward_Skies gasps as his wings finally give in to tempation and spring open, though one only manages to push against the mastress, making him squirm a little. He feels the hot, bulging sheath against him as well, making him start to pant as his body starts begging for what his mind doesn't want. ***

18:50 Serilde feels his wing knocked aside by the stallion's springing wing and smiles at him. "See there's a good pony, you know exactly what you want~ Now, if you want a nice treat you should get me all nice and ready~" He says with chuckle. His swollen sheath still needed quite a bit of attention before it was at full mast, though the griffon was waiting patiently. ***

18:55 Seaward_Skies swallows a mouthful of sticky saliva, slowly reaching out with a shaky, hesitant hoof, until it brushes over the warm, fuzzy, bulging sheath, starting to stroke up and down it. He looks down, face burning as his own cock only throbs harder, his wings twitching as they ache for attention. ***

19:23 Serilde jolts initially and then purrs as the stallion reaches down to stroke his sheath and then begins to steadily grind against that hoof, closing his eyes. "There's a good pony~" He hums as a bit of pink begins to extend from the tan sack. ***

19:27 Seaward_Skies keeps panting as the tiercel's shaft nudges against his hoof, the flesh hot and spongy beneath it. His strokes get a little firmer, and he glances up at his master, his wing shivering, shifting his hindlegs against the matress and blankets. ***

19:36 Serilde begins to pant as he feels the stallion stroke against his sheath, and thrusts out a little harder agaomst the firm hoof. The teircel reaches a talon forward to stroke along the pony's mane, scratching behind his ears as he slowly works over him. "Oh good, keep that up." ***

19:40 Seaward_Skies closes his eyes at the scratching, his ears twitching as he starts to murr under his breath, stroking even harder. His hoof strokes all the way along the growing shaft, turning his head into the tiercel's claw, his rear hooves starting to rub up against his hindpaws as his legs shift again. ***

19:49 Serilde gives a soft caw as he begins to poke out and stiffen to his full length under the continued attention of the stallion. The griffon scratches a little harder into his mane, listening to the murrs, and grunds his thighs against the stallion's legs. "Now we're getting there Tasty Fish, but I think you need to make it easier for me to pleasure you. Slather it up nice and good." ***

19:52 Seaward_Skies gulps again, looking at his long, thick shaft with a sinking feeling in his belly, even as the scratching draws another little murr from him. His breath catches as the leonine thighs rub up against him, and he slowly starts to ease himself down the bed, glancing up at Serilde as he goes, until his muzzle is level with the glistening length. ***

20:00 Serilde pushes down on the stallion's head, hastening his journey from where he was down to the large throbbing member. The strange sharp poined length was longer than that of a stallions, though thankefully, just a little smaller in girth. "Yes, get real intimate, Tasty, because this will make your night /very/ fun. I hope its not your first time, or you might not be able to walk straight." ***

20:04 Seaward_Skies blows a sudden breath out of his nose, the claws tickling the back of his head as the pointed tip of the tiercel's shaft tickles at his lips. The hot air washes over it, a he resists a moment before he lets his lips open a little, the head slipping between them. He strokes his tongue over it, tasting the musky flavour as his breath hitches at Serilde's teasing. ***

20:04 < Seaward_Skies> (I think I'm going to go to be now, actually...)

20:09 < Serilde> (alright! Sleep well!)

16:24 Serilde feels seaward hesitate at his comments and then chuckles, pressing the pegasus even further down over the Stiff member. "Oooh~ There's a good pony~ Make your master happy and maybe he'll go easy on you~" A slight bit of pre beads on his tip as he feels the warm slick tongue massaging over it. The griffon takes it slow, not wanting to reach his peak while in the stallion's mouth. ***

16:28 Seaward_Skies mumbles around the taper, the salty pre tickling his tastebuds and making him cross his legs with unwanted desire. The steady pressure forces the tip further into his muzzle, making him swallow as his tongue plays over the thicker shaft now, and he starts to suckle gently on it, looking up for some hint of approval, or disapproval. ***

16:36 Serilde murrs happily as he he feels the stallion eagerly taking up his lond dick, shivering at the tight orgainic feel fo the stallion's throat. He smiles up the ends of his beaks, looking down at skies half lidded, occasionally uttering a moan. THe griffon presses a furry hindpaw at teh stallion's crotch and tries to wiggle in, wanting to keep his pet nice and aroused. ***

16:42 Seaward_Skies moans into the shaft, his muzzle brushing against the thick knot now, unconsciously grinding himself against the paw, wrapping both forelegs around the tiercel's rump as he keeps suckling and swallowing, his arousal beating down his reluctance, leaving him helpless against his master's desires. ***

16:51 Serilde closes his eyes, getting lost in the moment while the stallion goes to work on him, while at the same time, rubbing against the stallion's member. Soon though the griffon snaps back to reality as he feels himself nearing his peak and digs a talon into his pony's head. "Alright, lets not get carried away. That's enough." He says as he extricates himself with a squelch. "Now...bring that cute rump up here if you want me to make this easier~" ***

16:55 Seaward_Skies gags a little and pants, drooling into the sheets and he tries to swallow a mouthful of saliva, reality brought back into focus by the sharp pain of the talon. He looks up at Serilde, swallowing again and wiping his muzzle with a hoof, looking like he's debating his options. For a moment he looks as though he's about to refuse, but his cock twitches gently, and his head moves against the talon, and he gives a little nod, shifting up the bed and rolling over, presenting his backside to the tiercel, the shamed blush still burning his cheeks. ***

16:59 Serilde smiles at the stallion's sudden shifting delighting in the control he had over the poor creature. He gasps as skies pulls off and rolls to present himself. The tiercel burries the tip of his sharp beak between the cheeks, sniffing the musky smell, before snaking his tonuge out and playing over the hole. One of his talons shifts up to getnly stroke over his pony's tip, keping him cide and excited. ***

17:03 Seaward_Skies groans, his hindlegs shifting against the sheets as he feels the sharp point move against him, threatening to poke and cut if he moves wrong. His wings start to gentle tremble, and his length is hot and pulsing against Serilde's claw as the gentle pressure, and the feeling of the slick tongue against his hole, makes him moan in a soft voice, his tail swishing against the tiercel's head ***

17:07 Serilde presses his tongue against the slick ring, pushing past the pucker of the stallion, expanding the tight muscles. His drooling tongue probes deeper, coating the insides with his slippery spit and brushing up against the stallion's prostate. His claw moves gently up and down seaward's shaft. Serilde moves his other talon down to stroke at himself, trying to keep himself nice and stiff for what's to come. ***

17:12 < Seaward_Skies> (Uh... How does he manage to press it against Skies' chin? He's facing away from Serilde :p)

17:12 < Serilde> (Wait..I was imagining 69?)

17:13 < Serilde> (Maybe the position is wrong in my head >.<0

17:13 < Seaward_Skies> (I'm still not entirely sure how that would work...)

17:13 < Serilde> (Hmm I'll edit :P)

17:14 < Seaward_Skies> (The idea was that he shifted up the bed so that they were face to face again, and then simply rolled onto his other side)

17:14 < Seaward_Skies> (Like spooning)

17:14 < Serilde> (Ahh ok, Apologies ^^)

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17:19 < Serilde> (edited)

17:22 Seaward_Skies lets out a low moan as his most sensitive spot is teased by the pointed tongue, wiggling his rear back against the tiercel, he cock throbbing hard into his claw. "A-aaahh~ Mmm~ M-maa-ah...." he moans, trying to hold back from this next humilating display of submission. ***

17:25 Serilde lightens up his teasing claw, pulling back and ocassionally brushing as he waits for the stallion to begin to beg. His tongue snakes farther, stretching the tight ring even more ta the tiercel drools into him. A bit of a grin appears at the edges of his beak as he listens in anticipation. ***

17:29 Seaward_Skies holds out for as long as he can, but the teasing starts to become unbearable, and as his hole is stretched out, he gasps, and starts panting madly. "Mmmaster~" he moans, unable to buck against the claw with the tongue still teasing his rump. "Nyng~ M-master, please~" ***

17:33 Serilde chuckles as he hears the pleading and returns his claw to the stallion's lenght. After a few more seconds the griffon pulls back out, panting for breath and with drawing her tongue. "Please what, my little pony?" He asks, withdrawing his claw off himself and tracing along the stallion's balls to his taint. The griffon's heart was racing in anticipation, but he wanted to make sure his pet was putty in his claws first. ***

17:37 Seaward_Skies pushes his rump back as the tiercel pulls away, but is stopped by the talon that lightly drags a point over his nethers. His breath catches again as he tries to keep the words in, but he already knows that he's going to give in sooner or later. "Mmmmph~ P-please... Please f-fuck me, master~" he grates out through gritted teeth. ***

17:45 Serilde smirks as he hear's the stallion ask what he was hoping for, but didnt want to be too fast of the mark. He runs his talon over the taint again and asks, "And do you think you've been a good enough pony to deserve this?" The tiercel was having a hard time holding himself back, already begining to shift into a better position to take him. ***

17:48 Seaward_Skies gives a very jerky nod, ducking his head twice as his tongue hangs out of his mouth, shivering at twitching at the teasing touch of the claws. "I-I've done everything you asked, m-master~" he pants. "Please fuck me~" he repeats in a smaller voice, trying to stifle himself with his hooves ***

18:02 Serilde gives a purr of aproval, his chest rumbling gently, and nods. "Yes, I think you just might have been~" He pulls the stallion back down and begins to slide up next to him, trying to position the two so that his hips are against skies's rump. THe griffon's talons slowly move over the pegasus's body, exploring them and scratching over his soft flesh. ***

18:08 Seaward_Skies gives a long, shuddering sigh of relief and anticipation, the mounting desire in his mind overwhelming the shame, encouraging him to surrender completely to his master. He lets the claws stroke and scratch his curves and fur, wiggling his rump against the tiercel's hips, moaning softly and following the claws with his hooves as he feels the solid heat and hardness of Serilde's cock against his soft cheeks. ***

18:23 Serilde teases at the hole with his pointed tip as the stallion sinks down, elliciting a gasp from his beak, blowing hot air on the stallion's neck. After a few moments the griffon cant resist any more and slowly begins to sink his thick shaft into the tight slick hole, causing him to let loose a small moan. HIs claws finally settle on stroking thently on the stallion's wings, playing with his soft underfeathers. ***

18:28 Seaward_Skies moans, hard and heavy, as the tapered tip widens out to the thicker length, stretching him out and grinding along inside him. His back arches, wings splaying out even further, exposing the feathers for the teircel. The soft stroking only makes him moan louder, clenching up a little, his face twisted in mingling pleasure and pain. ***

18:36 Serilde flares his wings out soon after, his impressive wingspan extending past skies , brushing up against hte tip of his pony's feathers. The tiercel pants hard, sinking even further inside till his thick knot sat against the hole. The tight hole sqeezes around his member, sending wonderful sensations through his body. Once there, he rests for a moment, giving his pet a little time to get situated. ***

18:42 Seaward_Skies slowly starts to relax, his cheeks spread wide by the knot as it teases his hole, making him start to squirm. He tries to roll onto his front, freeing his other wing from its position, trapped against the mattress, as his cock twitches, reaching his hooves beneath himself to stroke at it. ***

18:54 Serilde feels the stallion behining to roll and instead wraps him up in his talons and rolls the other way, pulling skies on top of him, back to his belly, digging his claws into his pony's chest, feeing his wing as well. The griffon then finally arches back out, withdrawing up to his tip before plunging back in, slow and steady, causing Serilde to let out a caw of pleasure. ***

18:59 Seaward_Skies yelps in surprise as he's hauled up on top of the tiercel, his hindles falling to the sides and splaying out as his cock stands rigid, leaning out over his belly and trembling. He wriggles in the tight embrace, his forelegs trapped at his sides and unable to help himself along, tipping his head back against Serilde's chest as he's impaled again, his hindlegs twitching, clenching his hot, tight tunnel around his master again. ***

19:03 Serilde doesnt seem to notice as his pony is denied any ability to pleasure himself, instead picking up his pace as he pounds into the pony's tight rump, picking up speed as their hips begin to slap together. The teircel rumbles loudly underneath Skies and caws louder as he feels the pressure growing in his nethers with each powerful thrust. ***

19:07 Seaward_Skies can only ride helplessly, bound to his master's pace as his head and mane grind against the feathery chest, his cock twitching and leaking pre, his rump tight around his masters cock, teased and spread by every touch of his thick knot against his hole. He moans loud, kicking with one hindleg now. ***

19:12 Serilde digs his claws in a little deeper and takes one of the stallion's ears into his beak biting down, providing just enough pain to increase his pony's sensations. A couple more thrusts and then finally, the gryphon shoves his knot in past the hole with a pop. His body tenses up, digging the beak and talonds in deeper still, drawing just a drip of blood as his knot swells and he hot thick streams of come jet from his tip, filling up his rump. ***

19:19 Seaward_Skies shivers as an ear is pulled into the warmth and wetness of the beak, then yelps as Serilde bites, squirming harder in his grip. He gasps, his breathe stuttering, when the tiercel's knot pushes into him, stretching him out massively, making him cry out as blood drips from his ear and shoulders, and those sensations combine with the sudden wet heat in his rump to push him over the edge, moaning and squeaking as ropes of hot cum splatter across his chest and muzzle. ***

19:22 < Seaward_Skies> (Hoo, boy~)

19:22 < Serilde> (Hmmm?)

19:22 Serilde relaxes a little, letting his claws up and the ear fall from his mouth as he continues to pant, spurting his salty seed into the stallion. Soon enough the sensation was over, leavin g the griffon laying back, panting with his enlarged knot tying the pair together. "There's a good pony~" He purrs, finding the bleeding ear in his beak and licking the blood off. ***

19:23 < Seaward_Skies> (That was /good/~)

19:25 < Serilde> (Oooh~ I'm glad~ You like it a little rough then? :P)

19:26 Seaward_Skies arches his back as the climax goes on, finally slumping down with a gasp, quivering gently as all six limbs go limp and twitch, and his ear twitches as well as the tiercel's tongue laps at it. He pants with him, chest heaving, brain too fogged with the afterglow to even care where he is, only that he's sore, covered in his own cum, and more satisfied than he has any right to be. ***

19:27 < Seaward_Skies> (Apparently so~ We may have to experiment when I come over~)

19:27 < Serilde> (That I can certainly go for~ Experimenting is fun~)

19:32 Serilde laps up the rest of the blood before letting the ear fall from his beak. Oh how he loved ponies. They were much tigher than gryphons due to their size. He produces soft cooing from his beak as he relishes in the warm fuzzy feelings that fill his mind and flow through his body, even going so far as to wrap up the stallion in his wings. ***

19:34 < Serilde> (I do know that I like biting~)

19:34 Seaward_Skies mumbles softly, snuggling down as the wings cover him, and Serilde's gentle sounds fill his ears. He yawns, eyes slipping shut, his own wings flopping down against the tiercel's sides as he relaxes completely, unaware of the last few days, just enjoying the sensations and emotions. ***

19:35 < Seaward_Skies> (That might be fun~ Giving or receiving? :p)

19:37 < Serilde> (Well, I enjoy receiving, but I also enjoy pleasuring my partners, so if that means biting I enjoy giving too~)

19:40 Serilde closes his eyes with the warm pony on top of him. They'd be tied for a while longer, and at this rate he might very well be asleep by the time he can retreat. A loud yawn escapes his lips as he lies there, rumbling contentedly. ***

19:45 Seaward_Skies turns his head a little, nuzzles against the feathers and yawning again, much wider this time to match his master. He wiggles his rump a little, enjoying the sensation of being so full. Soon, his chest is rising and falling with sluggishness of sleep. ***

19:48 Serilde lasts only a little longer as he lays there, feeling the pony shift about softly on top of him. Soon the tiercel's grip slacks entirely and his wings fall to the sides as the gryphon passes out with his pet on top of him. ***

19:50 < Seaward_Skies> (An oddly cute ending for a scenario like this :p)

19:51 < Serilde> (He'll be bird feed soon enough though~ She cant very well take a pony slave back into society proper :P)

19:51 < Serilde> (I feel like she might eat him a couple times, teasing him about being food before she actually seals the deal)

19:52 < Seaward_Skies> (Maybe break him to the point that he wants it~)

19:52 < Serilde> (:B)

19:53 < Serilde> (Just had this image of Skies forcing himself down an unwilling Serilde's throat :P

19:53 < Seaward_Skies> (Heh, maybe not that far xP

19:53 < Serilde> ( :B)

19:55 < Serilde> (Tomorrow is your free day right?)

19:55 < Seaward_Skies> (Yeah, but I'll be smithing. Unless you're asking if I can stay up late :p)

19:56 < Serilde> (Oh ya that's right)

19:57 < Seaward_Skies> (What were you going to ask?)

19:57 < Serilde> (Nothing in particular, was just curious)

20:01 < Serilde> (Hmmm so where next...Seaward could wake and begin to move and Serilde might decide it's best to keep him from running away :P

20:01 < Seaward_Skies> (Hmm... I'm not sure if I'm in the mood to continue now...)