Sleep Eating Another Partner

17 May 2015

20:23 < Seaward_Skies> (Maybe if Serilde sees Skies in a bar and decides to try and seduce him? Kinda classic/cliched, I know, but seems fun~)

20:25 < Serilde> (Alright we can do that. Wanna set the scene?)

20:25 < Seaward_Skies> (Sure)

20:27 Seaward_Skies slumps over the bar counter, already half-cut from the empty cider mugs sitting in front of him, a cheek resting on his hoof. He lets out a heavy sigh, eyes flicking from the table to the half-empty mug in his other hoof, before he takes a long pull, glancing around the little bar once again. Only a few patrons sit, scattered about the cluster of tables. Some ponies, some griffons. ***

20:35 Serilde stalks into the bar, slightly crusted in dried sweat from a hard days training and makes his way up to the counter, taking a spot next to a little blue Pegasus, not that he paid him any mind at the moment. The griffon signals to the bartender and orders a stiff griffonian whisky. ***

20:39 Seaward_Skies glances up as the deep brown and white griffon as he sits himself down on the next stool along, lifting a brow slightly as his eyes wander down his finely toned form, taking in the slight dampness of his fur in a few spots, and the heavy, musky scent rolling from the rest of him. He turns back to his own drink, making a soft sound of approval as the griffon makes his order. ***

20:45 Serilde raises an eyebrow as he hears the sound, turning to give the stallion a curious look. His eyes linger there for a moment as he takes in the sight of the stallion when the bartender comes back with his drink. The tierce grabs the cup and takes a deep swig before setting it back down before giving another glance back at his companion. ***

20:50 Seaward_Skies clears his throat, pushing his brass-bound goggles back up his forehead as they start to slip down over his eyes, taking not of the tiercel's expression, demanding an explanation. "You've got some good taste there," he says quietly, just loud enough for the griffon to hear. He lifts his mug a little, lean muscles bunching under his thin coat, his build lithe and almost wiry, with little tufts at his ears, and long, almost shaggy fetlocks. "Even half th'griffons around here wouldn't recognise a fine malt if it jumped down their throat..." ***

21:01 Serilde turns to the stallion with an amused smile on his face and lifts his mug as well. He takes another drink, savoring the bitter liquid, rolling it around his tongue, before swallowing again. "Well then...I take it you consider yourself a bit of a coinsure? Its not often that you find a pony who appreciates the finer stuff instead of those sweet pony drinks." ***

21:04 Seaward_Skies nods, and glances down at his mug, filled with the very same drink the tiercel derided, a blush colouring his already flushed cheeks. He swirls the liquid around thoughtfully, before looking up again with a sheepish smile on his muzzle. "Well... I normally appreciate the finer stuff... But when times are tough and money's tight, a stallion has to make do on something a little more affordable..." ***

21:20 < Serilde> (Apologies, was grabbing dinner)

21:20 < Seaward_Skies> (It's okay)

21:25 Serilde looks a little less amused when the stallion looks embarrassed, his beak returning to a neutral stoniness. "Well...cant have that can we? We'll see how much a stallion like you actually knows his stuff. " The tiercel flags the bartender over and leans forward to whisper in his ear. Soon enough, he returns with three different unlabeled whiskey glasses, each one of a different style. "What do you think of these?" ***

21:29 Seaward_Skies sets his mug down and pushes it aside, glancing at the tiercel before he leans in, getting a closer look at each glass in turn. He picks them up and swirls them gently, watching the thin sheets left up the sides of the glasses, and the little ropes they make as the whisky drips back down to the bottom, before sniffing each of them. "Quite nice. D'you want me to tell you where they came from, or which of them is the best? Or," he says with a sly smirk, "which of them is the imposter?" ***

21:33 Serilde watches like an eagle, nodding in approval as the stallion begins to correctly savor then before they even reach his palate. "I want to know where they came from of course." He responds neutrally, and then brings a claw up to rest on the counter., One of them was a pony whiskey trying to imitate one of the griffon styles, but he wasn't going to give that away. ***

21:37 Seaward_Skies nods, his smile only widening as he pushes one tumbler away from him. "Well, then this one comes from a little village somewhere in the north of Trottingham County. There's a nice little distillery there, makes the best pony-made whisky there is." He looks back at the other two, and rests his hoof against the lighter coloured one. "This one is from... the Griffonstone lowlands. Looks like a 12-year old." ***

21:44 Serilde watches with interest as the stallion pushes the first way, blinking in surprise as he correctly identifies the pony whiskey without even a swig. The edges of his beak turn up to a smile at the next one as he gets it right yet again. Still, the last one was from a lesser known distillery, his favorite, but he was quite certain the stallion wouldn't guess it. "Well pony...you've still got one more." ***

21:48 Seaward_Skies squints at the third glass, leaning even closer, taking another, deeper sniff of it, his mouth hanging open a touch as he does. "Hmm... By the colour I'd say it was at least a 24 year old. Must have been expensive... It's a tricky one, I have to admit." He lifts the glass and takes a small sip, letting the liquid rest, burning, on his tongue for half a minute before swallowing. "Ah... Aye, that's probably from one of the islands..." ***

21:57 Serilde gives a self satisfied hmph and smirks to himself as the stallion has a tough time with it, knowing that he has him this time. While he's stalling the tierce brings his glass up to his beak and gives another long swig, before coughing as Seaward ones again gets it. He forcefully places his glass back down on the counter and nods. "Alright...good show lad. THat last one is my favorite, a thirty year from the island of Blackbill." He finishes off his glass and sets it back down. "Alright then, order us a round of your favorite. It's on me." ***

22:00 Seaward_Skies blinks, looking up at the griffon in surprise at the offer. He slowly slides the glass towards him, sitting back a little. "Uh, are you sure? That's a very generous thing to do... Especially since you don't know how expensive my favourite might be..." he says, trying to come off as teasing, instead of reluctant to accept the charity. ***

22:06 Serilde snorts and waves a claw in the air in a carefree manner. "I'm sure I can handle two glasses of whatever you care to bring out." Before the stallion can even protest he flags down the bartender and declares, "The young colt would like two glasses of something very special. On me of course." This all was one final test of the stallion's palate, to see if his tastes were as good as his knowledge. ***

22:10 Seaward_Skies blushes a little at being referred to as 'the young colt', his brow creasing into a frown as he turns to the bartender, setting his hooves on the countertop. "Aye, that's right. Two glasses of the Ironfeather. Twenty years, if you have it. We'll take it neat, of course." He looks back at the tiercel, a challenge in his eyes. ***

22:19 Serilde puffs up his chest a bit and nods at the stallions request. The bartender has a slight look of surprise before turning to Serilde for confirmation, a confirmation he receives quite handedly. "That is a very excellent choice. I don't think I've met a pony with as good a taste as yours. What is your name? I'd hate to call you young colt all evening." ***

22:21 Seaward_Skies watches the bartender pouring the drinks, giving the tiercel a lazy salute as he sits up a little straighter on his stool. "I'd hope you stop calling me 'young'. Ain't many 'young colts' rated Petty Officer, you ken..." He clears his throat. "Anyways, the name's Skies. Seaward_Skies. Demobbed, unfortunately. And you?" ***

22:29 Serilde snorts as he looks over the stallion again with a wry smile. "I think I can very well call you young, I think I've got at least 5 years on you. It does take a while to reach captain in the Iron Claws after all. I however, still have my post. The names Serlide." When the glasses arrive the griffon takes his and swirls it before giving it a good sniff. ***

22:31 Seaward_Skies raises a brow again, looking the griffon over with newfound respect. "Well then, I'm glad I'm demobbed, since it means I don't have to salute you," he chuckles, doing the same, taking a moment to savour the scent. "But I don't think five years is enough to be calling me young. Besides, it takes a fair while to hit PO, as well." ***

22:40 Serilde lifts his glass and takes a long swig, savoring the taste of the bitter liquid for a good minute before turning back to address the stallion. "Well, I don't think I'd care to have a pony saluting me Anyways. It seems a tad strange since we have none amongst our ranks, and we haven't been employed by Celestia in at least a generation." ***

22:44 Seaward_Skies shrugs, taking another sniff. "Mark of respect. We still haven't forgotten everything that happened in that generation...." He turns away, silent for a long moment before he takes his own sip, letting it sit on his tongue. The liquor heats his throat and belly as it goes down, and he closes his eyes, letting out a little noise of appreciation. ***

22:54 Serilde purrs softly as he feels the liquid warming the back of his throat and all the way down to his gut as he takes another swig. "I suppose..." He was starting to feel a little bit of a buzz, loosening his inhibitions as he looks back at the stallion. "Still, if you insisted on saluting I'd feel obligated to put certain..." He steals a glance at the stallion's butt, "Thoughts out of my mind." ***

22:56 Seaward_Skies catches the tiercel's glance out of the corner of his eye, and freezes, his glass halfway to his mouth for a second drink. With an audible swallow raises it almost mechanically to his lips, barely wetting them before he puts it back to the countertop again. "What sort of thoughts are we talking about here?" ***

23:01 Serilde blushes even brighter and turns his head away bashfully, losing confidence. "Err...ummm...you know...never mind those thoughts," he says quickly. He picks up his glass and stares at it intently, swirling it around, but not yet daring to take the final sip. ***

23:04 Seaward_Skies swallows again, toying with his glass as he thinks for a moment, then shifts his stool a little closer to the tiercel. "If you say so..." he says, feeling a little rush of relief, but also a twinge of disappointment. He drinks again, smiling gently. ***

23:10 < Seaward_Skies> (And mine, I didn't even notice xP)

23:11 Serilde finally lifts the glass to his beak and draws in the last bit, shuddering at the bite before giving it a swallow. When he notices Skies a little closer he dares to fan out his wings as if to stretch, briefly brushing the feathers across the stallion's back before retracting them. "That was some damn fine whiskey," he sighs, waiting to see how the stallion responds to his touch. ***

23:14 Seaward_Skies freezes up again at the gently touch, but then starts to lean unconsciously towards Serilde, his own wings ruffling and half-extending before he tucks them in again. As if to cover the motion, he drains his glass, holding the mouthful for even longer, nodding as he swallows. "_Very_ fine..." ***

10:34 Serilde catches the stallion's motions out of the corner of his eye and scoots yet a little closer to the stallion and leans closer still. "Well...um you see...those thoughts were about you and me maybe having a little bit of fun with that rump of yours," he whispers softly, emboldened by the subtle signs. ***

10:44 Seaward_Skies tenses, his hoof slowly pushing the empty glass to the back of the counter as he feels the other's warm against his side as they slowly move closer to each other. He can smell that musky, masculine scent again, his mouth starting to water, his stomach tightening even as it starts to flutter. "I-is that right?" he stammers, eyes sliding to the side as his ear flicks from the warm, damp breath. ***

10:53 Serilde lets out a nervous laugh and grabs one of the glasses of whiskey that he'd brought out for the stallion to identify and gives it a swig before turning back to the pony. He leans right in to one of those fuzzy blue ears and whispers, "I'm not usually one for ponies, but I'd love to make a mare out of you~" His hot, alcohol laden breath washes into the ear. The tierce brings a claw around and brushes it down the pony's mane. ***

11:00 Seaward_Skies closes his eyes, letting out a soft squeak as the sudden proximity fills his nose with the smell of griffon, waking memories of his earliest lovers, and he tilts his head a little, leaning into the soft touch of the claw as the tiercel's offer makes him squirm gently into the stool. "I, uh... Wh-why me?" he asks, shivering. ***

11:06 Serilde smiles as he feels the stallion wiggle under his claw and redoubles his efforts, scratching behind the stallion's ears. "Well...something about you just strikes me I guess. A warrior who knows his liquor...your enough of a griffon to qualify, I think." He responds with a soft smile. "Plus, I don't think you'd come here if you wernt at least a little interested in us." ***

11:14 Seaward_Skies gives a gentle moan, opening one eye and bringing a hoof up to stroke at the claw. "I may have an affection~" he says, leaning in a little closer, until their bodies are touching. "I might not have been the kind of stallion that prefers a teircel, though~" he teases. ***

11:21 Serilde stops scratching as he feels the hoof on his hard talon and then gives a hardy chuckle. "Hardly I think, nearly every one of you multicolored equines seems to have an affinity towards both sexes near as I can tell," he teases, and then leans in to take the ear into his sharp wet beak. nibbling softly. ***

11:23 Seaward_Skies gasps, his ear trying to flick, but finding itself trapped by the beak. He squirms a little harder, his wings starting to extend, when he puts a hoof on Serilde's chest and pushes gently on him. "W-wait a minute..." he mumbles, pulling away a little. ***

11:27 Serilde holds it there for a second, licking it over, before pulling backwards when he feels a pressure on his fluffy feathered chest. His claw falls off the stallion's head and brushes across the partially erect wings before coming off. He looks down at the stallion and raises an eyebrow curiously. ***

11:30 Seaward_Skies shakes his head quickly, glancing around the bar, noting the few patrons that seem to be paying a little more attention to the pair than they were before. Even with his head buzzing from the alcohol, it makes him squirm in a less pleasant way. "N-not so far. Not here~" he says huskily, sliding his hoof down the bar to grab the glass of Equestrian whisky. "Do you...h-have a place?" ***

11:38 Serilde chuckles again and gives a quick nod. "I do have a place we could go back to, but I want to make sure I've picked the right stallion. I havnt seen you yet show me you're really interested," he teases, running a claw through the sensitive wings, trying to get them to flare out. ***

11:42 Seaward_Skies clenches his jaw against another moan, the sharp claws raking through his feathers, the little motions making his wings shiver and twitch on their own, extending a little further as the stallion crosses his legs, his ears folding down a little. ***

11:50 < Seaward_Skies> (Whatcha up to?)

11:51 < Seaward_Skies> (Ah, cool cool :) )

12:01 < Seaward_Skies> (Bleh, I've got to go and make a start on dinner now

12:12 Serilde watches the wings move and extend a little bit more, but they're still only partially erect, much to the tiercel's dismay. He takes his claw off the wing, tracing the talon gently down the outside of the pegasus's thigh before letting it fall off. He says in a low teasing voice, "I guess that's a shame...you don't seem terribly interested in getting pounded in the rump by a lean griffon, who's knot is sure to satisfy when it swells against that little prostate of yours." ***

14:12 Seaward_Skies shakes his head, resting his chin on the feathered chest and looking up at the hooked beak as his forehooves start to move against the tiercel's own wings, tracing their way along the fleshy 'arms', before stroking back down through the well-groomed feathers. He takes a deep breath through his nose, drinking in the heady scent of griffon. "Or maybe I've got enough self control not to let everything show too soon?" he murmurs, though the tiercel's words make his insides squirm with delight. ***

14:21 Serilde squirms slightly in his stool as he feels the hooves moving across his long winged feathers, feeling little tingles of pleasure and leaving them twitching. The tiercel gives a sight as the stallion's wings manage to stay locked to his side and grunts. "Oh cmon, let those pretty little wings of yours spring open like they want and then we can go have some fun..." Serilde finally says, giving up any pretense of what he was looking for. ***

14:23 Seaward_Skies giggles, and reaches around him to push both hooves into the bases of Serilde's wings, rubbing firm, slowl circles into the sensitive joint, as he nuzzles into his chest feathers. "You first~" he mumbles, letting his wings open up a little more, until they're half open, straining at him. ***

14:32 Serilde shivers as he feels the hooves against his sensitive joints, feeling a pressure in his wings as he strains to keep them shut, with much difficulty. A soft panting breath begins to escape his beak as his wings shift out into a half sprung position. "You first...I paid for your whiskey." He says, fighting a losing battle as his wings continue to spread slowly. ***

14:37 Seaward_Skies lets out another soft giggles, pulling back. "That's not playing fair~" he says, but he relaxes, and lets his wings spring open with a quiet 'pomf', his plumage on display for Serilde. ***

14:46 Serilde gives a happy chirp as the stallion lets his wings fan out and then gives one more soft stroke of his feathers before turning to the bartender, flagging him down and paying the steep price for their drinks. "Those are some very pretty wings indeed. I guess you do want me afterall~" The tiercel manages to keep his wings stuck in a half open position, rather than popping himself, through much effort. ***

14:50 Seaward_Skies tilts his head and leans in again. "Thanks~ But I don't think it's fair for you to see mine, if I can't see yours~" He presses one hoof against the sensitive joint again, the other strokes through the half-extended feathers. ***

14:55 Serilde squawks as it takes only a little bit of rubbing in order to bring the griffon's wings to full mast, having been unprepared for the sudden onslaught. The tiercel blushes bright red under his cream colored feathers, squirming as he displays his wings to his new partner. At the crest of the wings a little strip of white gave contrast to his rich brown feathers. "Alright...Alright...you've made your point. Finish that whiskey so that we can be off." ***

14:59 Seaward_Skies sits back, admiring the plumage, and the size, of the wings, wondering how comfortable they'd be to snuggle in. He nods and tips back his whisky, the Equestrian malt sweeter than the Griffon-style. "So... How close is your place?" he asks, slamming the glass onto the counter and standing, swaying in place for a moment before he leans against the tiercel. ***

15:03 Serilde gets to his feet and stumbles as Seaward falls against him, before wrapping him up in a wing hug and leading the inebriated stallion towards the door with much difficulty, wobbling and wavering his steps as he walks. "Well...its only about a ten minute flight from here, so not too far. I hope you're not too drunk to fly." ***

15:07 Seaward_Skies leans happily into the hug, glad to find that those wings are just as soft and snuggly as he'd hoped they would be. He takes a deep breath of the cooler nighttime air as they emerge from the bar. "Too drunk? Please, I've flown in mid-ocean storms before. A little whisky on a still night isn't much of anything! Well, whisky and cider, at least..." ***

15:12 Serilde looks out across the ocean that the bar sat right in front of, feeling the cool nighttime air across his feathers and then unwraps the stallion. "Good, I'd hate to think I'd made friends with a pony who cant hold their liquor." The griffon takes stumbling start before pulling himself up into the air, circling as he waits for Seaward to catch back up. ***

15:14 Seaward_Skies doesn't need a runup, instead simply crouching low to the floor, giving his wings a couple of experimental flaps, then springs up, catching the air in his feathers and joining Serilde's slow circles. "I'll follow your lead, then," he says, the rush of cool air through is mane and feathers helping to clear his head a little ***

15:25 Serilde watches as the stallion slowly catches up with him and gives a feisty grin towards the stallion. "Well, we'll see how well you can follow" he responds, an air of challenge in his voice before he dives down to pick up speed, powering forward. He continues to glance back as he flies, wanting to give seaward a run for his bits, but not to lose him. ***

15:30 Seaward_Skies tucks his wings like a hunting bird, gaining speed as well, and levels out, eating up the distance with strong, steady flaps of his wings, keeping pace with the griffon. "Don't lose your own balance, though!" he calls back. "You look like you've had about as much too much as I have!" ***

15:46 Serilde flaps harder, feeling little beads of sweat beginning to form underneath his feathers as the powers on faster. Despite his buzzing head, he manages to keep fairly steady as he flies on ahead of the Pegasus. "I've never met a pony who could hold their liquor better than a griffon!" he shouts, "As long as you're fine, I'm perfectly alright!" ***

15:51 Seaward_Skies grins, pulling his goggles down over his eyes and tucking his forelegs tighter against his chest, his wings pumping, the wind pulling his mane and tail out behind him. "I've known quite a few griffons, and I know at least one of them that I could outdrink!" ***

16:01 Serilde 's tail whips back and forth under the heavy wind generated by his speed and dives a little lower, translating the rest of his altitude into speed as he skims right past the rooftops of the houses, dangerously close. Beads of liquid drip off of him, falling onto the streets and buildings below. "Well you certainly arnt going to outfly this one!" ***

16:05 Seaward_Skies dives as well, his smaller frame letting him get as low as Serilde, while feeling a little more comfortable. "And you're not going to outfly this pony," he calls back, cupping his wings a little to get a little more traction from the air, catching up with the tiercel. ***

16:17 Serilde works his muscles as hard as he can, pouring his all into outpacing the stallion, leaving him little room talking. takes a hard panting breath with each flap of his wings. He muscles begin to ache and tire from the exhurtion, but he wasn't about to stop now. ***

16:22 Seaward_Skies grins fiercely, his own shoulders and wings start burning as well, but he knows he's keeping up for now. He breathes hard through gritted teeth, stretching his hooves out in front of his head, slicing through the air. ***

16:30 Serilde clenches his beak as he powers on, feeling his entire body straining. The tiercel would rather crash into the ground than admit defeat at the hoof of this stallion though, and continues to power on. So, it is a great mercy when he spots his apartment and dives onto the balcony, flaring his wings not a moment before he has to to land with a grunt. The gryphon takes the couple moments before skies arrives to calm himself and look like he's not exhausted from that all out sprint. ***

16:33 Seaward_Skies tucks his wings again and drops like a stone, right above the balcony, his body angled like a diving raptor, mouth pulled up into a confident smirk. His confidence is a little misplaced, though; with his head still buzzing with alcohol, lust, and the thrill of the race, he misjudges his timings and flares too late, coming down too fast. He pulls up, his smirk gone, and crashes right into the griffon, bowling them both over and onto the floor, the stallion winding up pressed down beneath the tiercel. ***

18:05 Serilde to focused on getting back into a nice composure and so was not paying attention as Seaward_Skies came barreling down towards him. He looks up just and instant before he's hit, letting out a loud squawk and tumbling across the floor in a heap till they collide with a thwack against the siding of the wall. "Ooof!" He cries, taking a moment to catch his breath and recover from the blow as he stares down at the stallion. "Butterfeathers is what you are..." he pants. ***

18:08 Seaward_Skies grins sheepishly up, forelegs tucked up to his chest, realising just what a compromising position the pair have landed in as we wiggles gently against the tiercel. "Hehe... That trick works better when I'm sober..." he chuckles. ***

18:17 Serilde grumbles as he stares down at the stallion and slowly works to disentangle himself, finally rolling out of the heap and getting to his feet shakily. The griffons wings were drooping and he was breathing heavily, exhausted from their flight, and the crash had shaken him enough that he was no longer masking it as well. "I knew you couldn't hold your liquor...Anyways, this is home." ***

18:21 Seaward_Skies casts a sharp eye over him, pushing his goggles back up to his forehead, smirking slightly. "Hey, I'd like to see you try a stunt like that, drunk or sober! And don't think I didn't see your own hard landing..." he teases, moving up close to him, feeling the tiercel's chest heaving. "Nice place, though..." he says as he looks around. ***

18:29 Serilde shakes his head when he hears the stallion's gentle teasing and says, "Mine was more graceful than yours, and I came in just as quickly." He pushes open the door to reveal a swanky apartment inside. "Yes, I'm happy to call it home." The balcony leads directly to the tiercel's bedroom, which prominently has a large king bed featured in the center. All the solid wood furniture had intricate carvings, looking like little feather impressions. All the knobs were miniature carved claws hat extended outward. ***

18:37 Seaward_Skies cocks an eyebrow, nudging him gently. "Aye, but you came in at an angle. I came straight down in a dive. I know you know enough about flying to know that they're not the same thing. Besides, you're more tired than me already~" He whistles, though, as he looks around the bedroom, taking in the ornate furniture, and the oversized bed. "Wow... I take it being a captain with the Claws pays well, then..." ***

18:42 Serilde snorts and squishes his tail, finally slowing his breath to a normal pace. "Well...not all of us can rely on magical handicaps," the tiercel counters before sliding into the bed, ruffling up the comforter with his motions. "It certainly has its perks. Plus, when you're away on duty everything is comped anyways. When you only pay for yourself for half the year..." ***

18:49 Seaward_Skies snorts a little. "'Magical handicaps'? What's that supposed to mean?" He hops up on the bed beside him, murring happily at the wonderful quality of the mattress and sheets. "Hmm, I guess you must appreciate coming home to this after however many months out on duty~" ***

19:00 Serilde grasps one of the stallion's wings and fans it out roughly with his talons. "This is what I mean. You and I both know that Pegasus flight is powered by magic, since there's no way your little wings could keep you aflight. That's your handicap." He then releases the wing and pulls the stallion into a hug instead. "And even more so when there's a cute warm body to share it with." ***

19:04 Seaward_Skies chuckles. "And you think griffons don't? How else do you manage to walk on clouds?" He makes a quiet speak as he's pulled against the griffon, but soon snuggles happily against his chest, making a low sound of pleasure. "Hmm, I'll bet~" he purrs, practically imitating a griffon with the sound. ***

19:10 Serilde runs a claw through the stallion's soft feathers, pushing all the way till the graze lightly against the sensitive flesh underneath. "Well...sure we do...but you and I also both know that ours is weak. You don't see griffons doing cloud working now do you?" He pulls one of the furred ears into his beak and gives it a gentle nip. ***

19:14 Seaward_Skies gives a shuddering sigh as he shivers gently, his wings slowly spreading out again, then curving back until they stand upright. He nuzzles back at Serilde, panting as his ear is nibbled on, hot damp breath filling it, as his nose is filled with the tiercel's scent. "I think...you're much better at working other things~" he mumbles as his forehooves curl around the griffon, stroking up along his back. ***

19:22 Serilde gives a soft little chuckle and moves over to the other ear, whispering into it with soft warm breath, "Things like convincing tasty little ponies to join us in bed?" He teases, this time giving the ear a long lick and purring at the flavor. The tiercel pulls the stallion over on top of him, staring up into his eyes. ***

19:27 Seaward_Skies gasps at the feeling of the rough, slippery tongue moving against him, starting to blush again, when he finds himself straddling Serilde, gazing down at the tiercel. He gives a nervous laugh, hooves resting lightly on his chest. "T-tasty? I know I have a fish on my rump, but that's a new one for me, even from a griffon. Except..." He trails off, not wanting to say too much about that one experience. "But aye, I think your talents might lie there..." ***

19:40 Serilde puts on a fierce expression wraps the stallion up in his claws, digging them in just enough to be apparent and then whispers, "Then those griffons didn't know what they were missing." He waits just a moment to let that sink in before loosening up and breaking into a chuckle. "Relax though, I'm just teasing." His tail lifts up and begins to entwine with that of the stallion's ***

19:41 < Seaward_Skies> (Is he really? :p)

19:41 < Serilde> P)

19:44 Seaward_Skies freezes up for a moment, suddenly flashing back to a party, a long time ago, as the claws tighten up, and he finds himself pressed hard against the tiercel. "B-believe me, th-they tried..." he squeaks, trying to defuse the situation, when Serilde gives him a little more room. "I figured," he says, trying to look more confident than he feels, as he wraps his own tail back around the leonine appendage. ***

19:44 < Seaward_Skies> (Perhaps... Think about it later :p)

19:52 < Serilde> P)

19:53 < Seaward_Skies> (Heh, all right, I ought to get a snack too. All this talk of nomming getting to you, though?)

19:53 Seaward_Skies (feeds himself to Serilde) ***

20:26 < GyroTech> (Would this one be interesting?)

20:36 GyroTech gives a loud hearty chuckle and tilts his head to the side with a cocked head. "They...tried?" He asks with more than a hint of curiosity in his voice. The griffon extends a claw and then slowly traces it down his side, digging in just enough to make the stallion feel it, and ending at his butt. ***

20:41 Seaward_Skies blushes, wiggling his backside against the searching claw as little shivers run through his sides, and he nuzzles the tiercel's feathered chest. "Heh, well, there was one time, when I was just eighteen, and at a party at the trade outpost, and everyone was pretty drunk. I caught the eye of a fetching formel, we started kissing, and..." He coughs, clearing his throat. "I guess she was drunker than I thought, and I tasted better than I thought..." ***

20:46 Serilde 's chuckle becomes a laugh as he hears the story and then leans up to the pony's ear. "Don't worry. It's been nearly two months since I last dined on pony. Though boy how they did squirm~" He whispers in a tone that makes it hard to tell if he's joking. The griffon begins to grind his hips gently against the pony's hips purring as his sheath steadily filled with blood. He finishes his thought with a sharp little nip on those fuzzy ears. ***

20:48 Seaward_Skies blinks, then yelps quietly, breaking into a moan shortly after as his ear is nibbled on, and he grinds back against the tiercel. "O-oh? And when you say diner, y-you mean /dined/? Not just kept in your crop for a couple of hours?" he asks, sticking his tongue out, trying to guage whether or not the tiercel was playing with him. "But aye, I ended up halfway down her throat before a friend managed to pull me out~" ***

20:55 Serilde grins a little bit wider still as he pulls away from the ear and licks his beak as he stares down at the stallion. "I mean exactly what I said. And I must say, that formel does not know what she's missing~" He wraps his claws around the stallion's back and digs them in just slightly as his motions pick up, his nethers flooding with blood as he starts to extend out. ***

20:58 Seaward_Skies peers up at him, swallowing hard, still not sure if the tiercel is joking, or serious, nor what exactly he means by 'dine'. Despute that, with the talons pricking his back and the grinding getting a little faster, his own cock starts to show itself, making him shift his hooves against the bed. "O-oh, I think she know's exactly what she missed," he jokes. "So, do you make it a h-habit to dine on ponies?" ***

21:04 Serilde gives the stallion a long lick across the muzzle and purrs harder. "Only the ones who seem like they'd be particularly interesting to become apart of me," he responds matter of factly. Before the stallion can respond, Serilde lowers is beak and surrounds the stallion's snout before pressing his tongue against his lips in search of a kiss. Serilde's wings flutter on his back before they curl down around the pair, much as a hawk might hide it's prey. ***

21:10 Seaward_Skies is about to ask more, when his muzzle is pulled into the kiss, and the wide wings fold around him. He suddenly doesn't care about the prospect of Serilde eating ponies, or the way his wings hide and trap him. He melts into the kiss, his mouth sliding open as his tongue emerges to toy with the tiercel's, his now solid shaft stroking along the oddly shaped griffoncock, eliciting a lewd moan from the stallion. ***

21:15 Serilde rumbles around skies's snout as the tongue presses into the stallion's mouth and rubbing against the slippery flesh. The tiercel's eyes flutter shut as he pulls the stallion closer. His beak slides further up his face as he sticks his tongue in to the hilt. A muffled caw comes from his throat as he rubs his member against that of the stallion's leaking a little bit of slippery pre to lubricrate the pair ***

21:18 Seaward_Skies has never had a kiss so deep before, one that leaves him like putty in the tiercel's claws as his lips open wider to accept the tongue, his own dancing about it as it plays at the entrance to his throat. his own pre beads out from his cock, joing the tiercel's, then he pushes gently on his shoulders, trying to pull out of the kiss. ***

21:25 Serilde sighs into the kiss, feeling wonderful happy feelings flood through his body as he retains full control of the stallion. His claws dance over the ears of his partner and when Skies tries to pull out, Serilde holds him there for another couple of seconds before breaking away. Seawards damp muzzle glistened in the dim light as the griffons golden eyes looked down on him curiously. Serilde could feel his cock throbbing with each steady thrust, putting his full weight against the pony. ***

21:27 Seaward_Skies looks back at him, gazing into the beautiful eyes and letting those claws stroke for a while while his ears twitch and flip, before he moves in and kisses the tiercel's upper beak. "So... I take it you like to be top?" he says, nuzzling at his 'nose'. ***

21:31 < Seaward_Skies> (heh, proabably, aye)

21:33 Serilde shivers at the soft kiss, finding the sensation to foreign but not unwelcome as he rubs his beak back into the soft fur. "Yes I am. I'm a captain after all, and I think you're only a petty officer~" he says, putting on a more official tone. "So~ This captain orders you to roll over and present your plot~" He continues devolving into playfulness as he lifts up and give him a light swat with his tied tail. ***

21:37 Seaward_Skies giggles and raises his head to kiss the beak again, before he gives a playful salute. "Aye aye, sir~" he purrs, rolling over and lifting his rump a little, shuffling forward to put it in view. Then he half-stands, getting to his rear hooves while keeping his chest on the bed, his flanks bobbing and swaying a little as he finds his balance. "You've got lube, right?" he says, looking back with an eager, playful glint in his eye. ***

21:41 Serilde 's eyes fall down to the stallion's cute plot as he turns over and presents himself and licks his beak once more before he lowers that curved tip towards the hole and sticks out his long tongue, licking over the plot hole and plunging it inside. A claw moves up to brush with the blunted top over the pony's taint followed by stroking the fuzzy orbs. He lingers there for a while before pulling back and nodding, answering the question after quite a delay. "Yes, I've got some, but did you wanna just jump straight to it?" ***

21:42 < Seaward_Skies> (Derp?)

21:47 < Seaward_Skies> (Ah, cool)

21:55 Seaward_Skies watches him licking his beak, a twist of something...strange running through him. As the beak comes down, he lifts his rump up a little higher, swishing his tail from left to right. Then he gasps, trying his best to relax and let the tongue do its work, but the feeling makes him want to clench and tighten up, especially as the claws move over his sack, making it tighten up itself. "You want to admire the view a little longer? I don't really mind, I was just making sure~" ***

22:01 Serilde goes back down again, plunging his tongue through the tight clenched hole once more. His head twitches as the swishing tail runs back and forth against his crest, knocking it side to side. The tiercel's searching claws move from those orbs up the length of the stallion's shaft. He lingers in this spot for only a bit before pulling back and leaning to the nightstand. He hastily opens a drawer and pulls out a small jar that, when opened, releases a pleasant musky scent into the air. ***

22:05 Seaward_Skies blinks as the smell hits him, his tip wet and slippery with pre from the tiercel's attentions, his tight pucker relaxing, and his length needy and tense. He takes a longer, deeper sniff, murring to himself, then shakes and peers over at it. "What's that?" he asks, bouncing and swaying his rump a little. ***

22:13 Serilde sticks his claw into the jar and pulls out a nice heaping of the substance and brings it to the stallion's rump, rubbing a little around the pucker in a circular motion before sliding a trail down the pony's taint before coating his shaft and orbs. The substance produces a mild burning pain upon initial application that then disappears and turns into a pleasant tingling and warming sensation that seems to extend beyond the surface. "Oh, its that lube you asked about. Something a little special I picked up from a zebra to make things a little more interesting~" He punctuates his words by slipping a sharp talon through his pucker, careful not to scratch him as he coats the inside with plenty of lube. ***

22:19 Seaward_Skies sucks in a breath through gritted teeth, wincing at the burn, but that same breath is blown out as a soft moan, and the stallion starts to shift on his rear hooves, his rump swaying one way, then the next, tensing as the claw enters it. When the tiercel is finished, Skies is practically in a state of torture as the tingle spreads through his entire groin and rump, leaving him ready to beg for something more if the tiercel wanted to hear it. ***

22:25 Serilde retrieves the claw when its nice and coated and takes another scoop, gliding over his shaft and giving himself the same treatment. The Tiercel lets out a gasping moan as the sensation spreads over his nether, beading even more pre at his tip. He even goes so far as to push the lotion into his rump so that he can feel it down there. The longer it sat there, the deeper the tingling would get until Skies could even feel it in his prostate. "So...my delightful little stallion, what is it that you most want from me?" He asks as he coats himself. "I want you to convince me~" ***

22:28 Seaward_Skies is shivering on his hindlegs by now, desperate to feel more than just this little teasing tingle in his nethers, something to make him squirm and scream and everything else in between. He looks back at the tiercel, the desperation clear in his eyes, and swallows. "R-rut me~" he says. "I want - NEED - you! Please!" ***

22:36 Serilde finally retrieves his claw from inside of him and scoots forward, wrapping his hooves around the pony's chest and pressing his throbbing length against the pony's pucker. "Well, I might be willing to consider it, if you address me properly," he says in soft panting breaths. His talons rub some of the remaining lube inadvertently into the pony's chest tufts, causing the same sorts of sensations. ***

22:38 Seaward_Skies mumbles gently, pushing his rump back, though he's in no position to force the tiercel inside of him. His chest starts to tingle as well, though that isn't as maddening as his nethers, nor the teasing of Serilde's shaft so close to giving him what he wants. "Address you?" he mumbles in confusion. "You mean... Please rut me, c-captain?" ***

22:39 < Seaward_Skies> (Oh... Can I edit?)

22:40 < Seaward_Skies> (Done)

22:42 Serilde 's edges of his beak turn up into a smile at those words and gives a steady nod before pressing his beak down into the stallion's mane. "I don't think I can turn down such a sincere request~" he chirps out and then eases his hips forward, gasping as the tight ring takes in his initial pointed tip. The gentle friction makes the effects of the potion all the more potent, causing a soft moan to escape his beak. ***

22:43 < Seaward_Skies> (Bleh... I may have to call a stop here...)

22:43 < Seaward_Skies> (Heading to bed?)

22:45 < Seaward_Skies> (hehe~)

18:01 < Ruzeth> (We had this cuddly thing :P)

18:02 < Seaward_Skies> (True~)

18:02 < Ruzeth> (But only if you want)

18:03 < Ruzeth> (4 more weeks~)

18:03 < Seaward_Skies> (I kinda do... But I'm not sure I'm up for actually doing an RP)

18:03 < Seaward_Skies> (And yeah~)

18:04 < Seaward_Skies> (I might be up for doing something smaller, but I don't know about this...)

18:04 < Ruzeth> (Hehe that's alright.)

18:05 < Seaward_Skies> (I do wonder if we could do something cute and silly with Ruzeth at some point)

18:06 < Ruzeth> (WE certainly could~)

18:07 < Seaward_Skies> (Ah, but what thing, though...)

20:01 < GyroTech> (Well its still your post :B)

20:02 < Seaward_Skies> (:p)

20:05 Seaward_Skies gives a long, soft moan, the feeling of a hot cock at his sensitive hole only elevated by the teasing potion, making him start to squirm and shiver as the tip spreads him just a little, the rest of the tiercel's length ready to sink deeper into his tight, clenching rump. ***

20:09 GyroTech pushes in even deeper, feeling the tight sensation heightening the feeling of the magical lube. Each small thrust causes the griffon to paus for a second as he's stunned with a gasp by the rush of pleasure, but after a little time, he finally manages to hilt the stallion. ***

20:12 Seaward_Skies starts to give shorter, gasping moans with each gentle push inwards, squirming in the tiercel's grip, his rump rubbing back against the furry hips as he realises he's taken as much as he can, his own cock throbbing madly with need. "Oh... Oh w-wow~" he pants, his chest heaving already. ***

20:15 Serilde clutches the stallion tight in his talons, pulling him against his heaving chest as he pants, trying to catch his breath. Finally the tiercel recovers enough that he begins to pull out, sliding slowly so that he's not over come with pleasure. "Oooh~ Wonderfully Tight~~~" He says with a labored purr. ***

20:18 Seaward_Skies starts to give a low, almost keening sound at the feeling of the tiercel's cock leaving him rump, a hoof pressing against the claws holding him tight as he feels the feathers and the panting chest at his back. "H-haaa-aah~ Nng, s-so big~" ***

20:26 Serilde gives a small chuckle before beginning to press back in to the stallion, digging his claws lightly into the pony's flesh as he sinks deeper once more. The tight tunnel clenches around his shaft as the throbbing member int turn rubs against skies's prostate, a good thing too because the tiercel wasn't providing a reach around. ***

20:30 Seaward_Skies makes a louder sound, the little sting of the claws pressing against him only heightening the already extrordinary pleasure that shoots up and down his spine like lightning. As his prostate is pushed and ground over, his shaft twitches, leaking pre, the sudden surge of sensation making the pegasus' eyes roll back, his insides squeezing the tiercel. ***

20:35 Serilde lets out a soft caw as he feels himself press deeper back into the stallion's rump. His breath is sharp as the sensations rocks his body. The tiercel begins to pick up speed as he pulls out and thrusts again, steadily getting harder as he grows used to the pleasant sensations, keeping himself on edge. ***

20:40 Seaward_Skies has no such restraint, his face bright red as he moans desperately, his body limp save for his gently squirms, letting the tiercel set the pace, hold him immobile, surrendering entirely to him. By now is cock is slick and shining with his own pre, his tunnel clenching in almost rhythmic fashion over the thick cock in his rump, as if trying to help push the tiercel over the edge. ***

20:47 Serilde gets a couple more thrusts in before the sensation is just too great. He thrusts deep quickly as his shaft begins to spurt hot sticky ropes and lets out a loud scree before biting his sharp beak down on the stallion's ear. His knot inflates, tying him in place and putting immense pressure on the stallion's prostate as he loads the pony up with cum. ***

20:50 Seaward_Skies gasps, his eyes shooting wide open as the knot stretches him wider than ever, grinding and squeezing his most sensitive spot, and feels the wet heat of the tiercel's cum filling him. He lets out his own long moan, his limbs starting to shake as his cock spurts, splattering the bed with thick ropes of cum, his insides squeezing back at the tiercel, milking him of every last drop he has. ***

20:54 Serilde 's shaft twitches and spurts as the tunnel squeezes rhythmically around his member, causing more and more of his thick seed to squirt up into the pony's rump. His grip is tight and in his pleasure he leaves a couple shallow bleeding cuts on the pony's chest. His breath is labored, making short caws on each exhale. ***

20:57 Seaward_Skies doesn't even feel the cuts, overwhelmed by pleasure as the tiercel's orgasm just doesn't stop, making his own last all that much longer, shooting more ropes until his cock starts dry-twitching, his load shot, slowly coming down from the heady high, his mind starting to clear. Only then does he feel the stinging on his chest, glancing down at the evidence of his lover's passion. "...huh..." ***

21:00 Serilde finally comes down from his high and collapses onto the stallion, letting his talons fall down to the pony's side and forcing him to the bed. His wings fan out exhaustedly as he breathes hard from exhaustion. A Gentle rumble comes from his chest and vibrates his lover. "That...was...good..." ***

21:03 Seaward_Skies wriggles a little under the tiercel's warm weight, his mind filled with a contended glow despite the dulling pain of the scratches. "Aye..." he murmurs, panting as well, turning his head to look up at Serilde. "But I think you got a little carried away there~" he murmurs, enjoying the feeling of the purring chest on his back. ***

21:10 Serilde looks down at the stallion with distant lidded eyes and a smile at the edge of her beak. "I...did?" He asks curiously. He pulls a talon out to stroke a wing when he notices the blood, and gives a little giggle. "Oh...I suppose maybe...but I like it rough, don't you?" ***

21:13 Seaward_Skies shakes his head, but his expression is teasing, and he giggles a little as well. "Not usually, no... But I've had worse. Just clean it out quickly, and I'll be fine..." ***

21:17 Serilde gives a little chuckle and leans down to hip the pony's ear. "Well...you did know that you were going at it with a tiercel right? We've got claws and all~" He teases. "Cant really clean it right now though...We're abit...tied together." ***

21:21 Seaward_Skies shivers and gives a little squeak at the nip. "Nya~ I guess so... M-maybe we'll just get it cleaned up in the morning, then?" he says, snuggling back against the tiercel's chest feathers and his fuzzy belly, mumbling happily. ***

21:32 Serilde strokes over the stallion's right wing with a bloody claw, smearing it into the feathers as he teases the wing. "Or at the very earliest about half an hour. Just sit and enjoy the tightness~" ***

21:34 Seaward_Skies gives a soft him, not even caring that the stroking leaves dark red streaks against the soft feathers of his wing, wiggling his rump a little and giggling again as he feels the still-erect cock moving about inside him. "Hmm, I think It might have to be tomorrow, though... I'm just about ready to fall asleep here..." He yawns, then turns to try and face the tiercel. "I'd rather we didn't sleep back to front, though~" ***

21:39 Serilde smiles down at the pony until he begins to try and turn and the winces, taking a sharp breath, wrapping him up tight and holding him still. "No...you cant turn. It's really sensitive down there..." The tiercel does shift so that he's no longer laying on the pony, but is instead spooning him. "I hope this works instead." ***

21:40 Seaward_Skies snuggle back against him. "I wasn't trying to turn around. I know how this work, y'know~ I just meant I'd rather not fall asleep until we can get face to face~" He wiggles his back, folding his wings again and rubbing the feathers against the tiercel. "This is nice, though," he purrs, feeling the warmth of the griffon at his back, like a shield and blanket together. ***

21:46 Serilde closes his eyes as he lays there in the new position and purrs happily, relaxing his grip once more. His free wing extends and half wraps around the stallion, brushing their feathers together. "Well...you know that that might be a bit..." He says, following up with a yawn. ***

21:48 Seaward_Skies nods, reaching up with a hoof to stroke the wing as he makes a happy, sleepy sound, letting the feathers drape over him. "Half an hour or so... And I know, I'll probably be asleep by then... I think you might be too~" he teases, as the tiercel's purring starts to sound more relaxed, helping him to relax a little as well ***

21:52 Serilde moves his head a little closer and rests his chin against the stallion's mane as his breathing slows and relaxes. "Yes...yes I think I might be...which leaves us basically tied all night my little stallion~" He says with a tired giggle. ***

21:55 Seaward_Skies closes his eyes, the feeling of the tiercel's head above his own making the work seem somehow safer, more secure. He hums, his own breathing very slow and steady, his limbs going limp as he relaxes completely, not even feeling the sting in his chest anymore. "That's not so bad..." he murmurs. ***

21:59 Serilde gives a sigh, nearing the verge of sleep as he relaxes further. "No...not bat at all...as long as I don't eat you in my lseep like the last pony..." He responds in a voice that is ambiguous in its seriousness. ***

22:00 Seaward_Skies squirms a little, a funny tickling of nerves in his belly at that, though it dies down soon enough. "Heh, well, it might not be so bad, if I wake up in a nice warm place~" he teases, his voice soft and thick with sleepiness. ***

22:06 Serilde responds to the teasing with a soft coo before his grip goes entirely slack and a steady snoring can be heard from his beak, laying there next to the pony happily. ***

22:07 Seaward_Skies lies there for a moment longer, listening to the gentle snores, then his own mind goes blank as he drifts off, fast asleep with a little smile on his face, wrapped up in soft, warm griffon ***

22:08 < Serilde> (Hmm so seen or sleep eat? :P)

22:09 < Seaward_Skies> (Oooh, it's a tough one...)

22:10 < Seaward_Skies> (Just did a very short, silly thing with Zu where he ate Saewin, who fell asleep in his gut, and then Zuthal decides that he's food and digests him while he sleeps. It was...oddly appealing~)

22:12 < Serilde> (Hehehe)

22:16 < Serilde> (Id like to read that~)

22:18 < Seaward_Skies> ( http://pastebin.com/rqAaxb2d )

22:18 < Seaward_Skies> (It is VERY short, mind :p )

22:20 < Serilde> (Would you like that to happen here?)

22:21 < Seaward_Skies> (Mmm.... Maybe as an alternate ending?)

22:25 Serilde was deep in sleep, dreaming about hunting some prey. He'd already captured it, and his beak smelled it in the air. In his dream his mouth opens wide and he uses his claws to shove his catch in, gulping it down, which his body begins to mirror in real life, coating the stallony's head in sticky saliva. ***

22:27 Seaward_Skies comes half-awake from the licking and swallowing as his head is covered in drool, and shoved back into the tiercel's maw. He squirms a little, not really understanding what's happening, the tight warmth around his face almost pleasant, enough at least that he doesn't panic as he starts to slip down the greedy, eager throat. ***

22:29 Serilde shoves him deeper still, gulping the pony down as fast as he can. His soft member slips free from the rump finally as the Pegasus is forced off, moving down towards the griffon's slimy sack. The warm heat is soothing and the clenching muscles provide a steady massage. ***

22:33 Seaward_Skies kicks out weakly with his hindlegs, worry picking up a little as he slowly comes back to wakefullness, but the throat clenches over him, warm and firm, making him relax almost against his will, sleepiness taking him over again as he rump is pushed into the beak, then his hindlegs start to follow ***

22:38 Serilde eases his hind legs into his beak, gulping a couple more times before the gazelle in his dreams was nothing more than a bulge in his chest, which he sent onward to his gurgling stomach. The tail on this animal felt a little too long as it went past, but he thought nothing of it, instead happily enjoying his meal as it moved lightly in his stomach. ***

22:40 Seaward_Skies curls up in his belly, exhausted after his short, but draining trip, the hot massage leaving him relaxed but ready to sleep again. With no acid in the stomach as yet, he barely registers where he is, and doesn't quite realise that it's a stomach. He curls up tighter and falls asleep again, just as the walls start to tighten and churn around him. ***

22:47 Serilde 's stomach churns and gurgles thougout the night, working to turn the stallion into little more than a nutritious much for the larger griffon. Finally in the morning, Serilde blinks awake blearily, with a fatter gut and hips, looking where the stallion was supposed to be. He tilts his head in confusion when he suddenly feels a pressure at his gut. "Oh no...not again..." he grumbles, and then with a little bit of effort, harks up a blue and brown mass of feathers fur and bone on the bed where seaward belonged. ***