Never Hunt a Shark Pony

29 May 2015

17:08 Seaward_Skies sits alone in the small trawler, watching as his net dangles over the boat's gunwale, rocked almost to sleep by the gentle sway of the waves. He's almost a half-day's sail from the coat, and his boat is perhaps too big for one pony to sail properly, but times are tough, and the risk is worth it for the prize catches a helpful griffon told him were said to lie in these waters. ***

17:13 Serilde glides under the crystal clear waters, hunting for prey. He hardly saw any boats out in these waters despite the abundance of fish. Too many tales of travels disappearing in the treacherous reef kept all but the bravest out these waters. Because of this, the stallion sees a small cluster of fish hanging in one place, but doesn't notices the glint of the nearly invisible net. He charges at the group and snags a couple of treats before he finds himself tangled up and thrashing in the ropes. ***

17:17 Seaward_Skies is about to fall asleep, when the jerking of the net pulls him forcefully back to wakefulness, and he sits up with a start, reaching blindly for his harpoon. He grins, coming alert as he sees the struggles in the net, and drops his goggles down over his eyes. "Oh, this is a big yin..." he says to himself, getting a good grip on the harpoon with one hoof as he starts hauling the net up with the other hoof and his teeth. ***

17:22 Groucho scrambles in the net as it begins to haul him and a couple of the fish he'd yet to eat upwards, trying to orient himself into a position to fight as the tightly woven netting lifts him up. As he begins to near the surface he finally gets himself pointed the correct way and powers his tail and hooves downwards, trying to counteract the pull of the net and making the boat heel. ***

17:25 Seaward_Skies is almost pulled over the gunwale and into the sea by the strength of the downward pull. As it is, he slides up against the wood, grunting as he strains to hold on. With a flash of inspiration he ties the net off, trying to ignore the growing list as he pulls in explosive bursts, setting his harpoon aside and tying the net with each pull, so that every inch he pulls up is an inch his clearly massive catch can't reclaim. ***

17:29 Groucho powers downwards as hard as he can, but he finds that he continues to loose progress with each passing minute. After nearly fifteen minutes of exhaustive fighting his tail breeches the water and he can no longer put any force behind his struggles. Unfortunately for skies, this would mean his next pull would likely heft him over the railing and onto himself if he gave it his all like he had been doing. ***

17:33 Seaward_Skies is sweating heavily by now, his coat slick with the thin sheen as he grunts and pants with each muscle-wracking pull. But he knows his catch is close to being in his hooves now, and he grins wider, trying to guess what the weight of this fish would be. He glances at his harpoon as he makes the final pull, and with a wet smack and a thud he finds himself sprawled on the deck under something with too many teeth and wet, slick skin. He doesn't see the intelligent eyes or the pony-like body, just the shark's teeth and muzzle, and he pushes at it, reaching for his weapon with a terrified cry. ***

17:38 Groucho flops onto the deck with a gasp, flailing as he tries to get a grasp on operating his little used and slightly undersized lungs, his wild motions doing little to prevent the pony from failing to reach his harpoon. He weight more than a full grown stallion and was pretty much pure muscle, a fact that skies could feel from his powerful movements on top of him. ***

17:40 Seaward_Skies manages to wriggle out from under the creature, scooping up his harpoon as he goes, and stand up into a defensive crouch. But his legs and neck are burning from the effort it took to haul the net up, and he gasps as wheezes from the impact and thickly muscled weight of the sharkpony on top of him. His stance is shaky, and the tip of his harpoon droops a little. ***

17:48 Groucho managed to bite his way through the netting by the time that the stallion gets to his feet and pulls himself out of the tangle before rolling to his own fleshy hooves. he looks a little strange standing up, a little wobbly and obviously not terribly used to the atrophied limbs. Still Groucho was absolutely enraged from being hauled up out of his home and lets out a terrifying roar as he surveys the stallion with intelligent eyes. He feints to the near side of the harpoon to see what the he does. ***

17:51 Seaward_Skies shrinks back from the roar, his eyes still fixed on the massive jaws. He staggers, but recovers in time to give a half-hearted jab at the faint, trying to keep the beast at bay with the barbed point of his weapon. His grip is clearly weak, but as he sees it was just a feint he follows through, aiming another jab, this one aimed to go straight through the sharkpony's chest as he gives his own weak cry. ***

17:58 < Groucho> This message has been removed.

17:58 Groucho bares his teeth and snaps towards the stallion before he's thrusted at a second time. The pony had been expecting a counter of some sort and springs forward and to the side. He avoids the brunt of the blow, instead getting a deep gash down his left side as he charges forwards, getting within reach of a hoof and biting down and shaking his head till the stallion dropped the threatening object and tasting his blood against his tongue. ***

18:01 Seaward_Skies yelps as the dagger-like teeth sink into his left foreleg, just above the hoof, crimson blood staining his blue fur almost immediately. He quickly drops the harpoon as he drops to his knees and an elbow, the shaking jerking his foreleg painfull at the shoulder and deepening the bite, making him whimper and shudder, tears streaking his face. He can feel the hot tongue pressing into his leg, a sick churning in his gut as he cries out. ***

18:04 < Groucho> (So I'm thinking the only way they can talk is underwater :P So Skies is gonna get wet~)

18:04 < Seaward_Skies> (Heh, okay~ Though he will need to breath :p)

18:04 < Groucho> (I know~)

18:06 Groucho kicks the harpoon to the side and releases the hoof from his jaws, instead choosing to grab the stallion in his forelegs and pushing him back across the deck till they reach the edge of boat, leaving a trail of dripping slick red blood. He didn't quite have the strength to heft the pony over, especially in his damaged state, but he does bear his teeth and repeatedly shove the stallion against the railing, trying to make the intention, and the consequences clear. ***

18:10 Seaward_Skies whimpers, cradling his dripping, red hoof to his chest, staining the fluffy fur, his wings hanging limp. He barely notices the pushing, until his back is against the hard wood, and he looks up at the sharkpony, suddenly very sure of the intelligence behind those eyes now. "P-please, no..." he whines, a part of him more worried about the sting of saltwater in his wounds than the threat of drowning, or the through of what this creature wanted with him. But the snaping teeth and constant pushes convince him, and he slowly rises, sitting on the gunwale, leaning back but not able to go all the way and tip himself in. ***

18:15 Groucho narrows his eyes at the begging and shakes his head, growling and snapping until the stallion hefts himself up onto the ledge. Without giving the stallion any time to decide to fall either way, Groucho shoves him hard, sending him plunging into the water below with a splash. He gives a grunt of satisfaction before he throws himself over as well, eager to be back in the cool confines of his watery home. As he hits the water he lets out another roar of pain when the salt water seeps into the deep bleeding gash. ***

18:20 Seaward_Skies is about to beg again, when he finds himself falling, giving a short, terrified cry that's cut off almost before it's begun as he hits the water. It seeps into his bite, the salt making him scream out, bubbles ruhsing forth and rising to the surface, his precious air escaping him. He thrashes, weightless, unable to clear his head enough to swim to the surface, his lung already aching for air after his muffled cry, and the horrible sting in his hoof. ***

18:26 Groucho knows enough to know that the stallion's an air breather, and that if he wanted to do anything with it he better save the stupid stallion from drowning himself. He breaths much more clearly in the water, and despite the stinging pain, he rushes towards the sinking bloody streak, to catch the Pegasus in his hooves and drag him to the surface. The sweet smell of blood lingered in his nostrils, driving a deep hunger, but he suppressed it for the moment. "What are you doing in my territory, and why did you pull me out of my home?" He demands before the stallion breaks the surface. ***

18:28 Seaward_Skies gasps down a deep lungful of air, not caring that he's helpless in the hooves of the same beast the gave him the bite, just glad to be above the surface for now. "I-I don't know what you're talking about!" he says, the pain starting to numb to something between a stinging and a throbbing. "I'm a fisher-pony! I was just fishing! Trying to make a living! You swam into my net!" ***

18:32 Groucho glares at the stallion, keeping his neck and gills just below the water line as he listens to the air breather. He waits till he takes another breath and drags the pony back underwater to respond. "You are in my territory you stupid air breather. And, you attacked me with your stupid spear after dragging me up out of the water!" He growls at the stallion before thrusting the pair of them up into the air once more. ***

18:35 Seaward_Skies squeaks, another stream of bubbles rising from his mouth to the surface. As he breaks it into the clear air again he sucks down another lungful, coughing slightly. "I didn't know it was your territory! A griffon told me there was good fishing here! I thought you were a mutated shark, I didn't know you were a thinker! I wouldn't have attacked you if I'd know, I swear!" ***

18:41 Groucho growls again and shifts around the stallion till he's belly to back and leans pulls his eventual prey underwater again, this time tilting him so that his snout still broke the surface. "Well...Maybe you can make it up to me then," he whispers into the pony's ears, getntly grinding his nethers against the pony's rump. Skies might mistake him for a mare initially because everything was contained in a slit until he was ready. ***

18:42 < Groucho> (Its a shame skies isn't a female xP since sharks have 2 bits)

18:45 Seaward_Skies takes short, terrified, panting breaths, each rising wave threatening to swamp his muzzle, though his captor's support is good enough to rise with the sea, keeping him above the surface. He shivers at the intimate whisper, water rushing into his ear, and kicks with his hindlegs like he's trying to stay afloat by himself as the slick belly and slit grind against him. "Ha-aaaahh~ Y-you can't mean~" ***

18:45 < Seaward_Skies> (Oh my dear sweet Gyro... Haven't you ever heard of double-stuffing? :p)

18:47 < Groucho> (I havnt but I can guess. Sounds incredibly kinky xP)

18:49 < Seaward_Skies> (It usually involves three players, not two, but yeah~)

18:57 Groucho gives a gruff deep chuckle that seems to reverberate through the water and leans forward to give a little nibble on the ear as his shafts begin to perk up and press into the crease in the rump. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I'm after, and I hope you have your permission to proceede," he says, though his tone makes it quite clear that he isn't going to take no as an answer. ***

19:00 Seaward_Skies is about to thrash and refuse, try to fight his way out of this, but his hoof throbs again and he whimpers as he feels not just one, but two shafts nudging their way betwen his cheeks. With one hoof gone, his muscles aching, and in the shark's element, he knows he doesn't stand a chance. "Y-you... N-no hard feelings, then? K-kiss and make up?" he says with far too much hope in his voice. ***

19:00 < Seaward_Skies> (Hmm, kissing is a fun means to pass oxygen~)

19:01 < Groucho> (Oooh I think that sounds fun indeed. SKies might get just a bit of breath play :P)

19:04 < Seaward_Skies> (I've seen some fun stories where a dom/pred practically suffocates their victim in a kiss, before blowing a little air into them~)

19:04 < Groucho> (Well, in this case it'll be Groucho controlling when Skies receives air. :B)

19:04 < Seaward_Skies> (Mhmm~)

19:07 Groucho gives another laugh at the stallion and responds, "Oh I think there will be plenty of that, but I think we'll go even farther." Once again he allows themselves to sink under the waves. "Now I wouldn't get too excited if I were you. Stick close and turn your head to face me~" The shark powers them down into the depths till they're about 10 meters under water. The stallion's ears would pop repeatedly as they sink and he'd feel an intense pressure on his chest as the volume of air inside begins to shrink. ***

19:11 Seaward_Skies makes a muffled noise of protest, but does as he's told, tilting his head and looking behind him, at the grinning face of the sharkpony. He's not unused to such depths, and holds out for a while against the burning urge to breath, but after long enough he starts to twitch, then thrash as his chest starts to burn, bubbles leaking from him in a steady stream. ***

19:17 Groucho takes a deep breath through his gills, drawing that oxygen out into his lungs and leans forward to meet the stallion's lips before breathing out a deep breath and reflating his lungs, though the stallion wouldn't be able to get a full breath in with not having breathed out all the way yet. He filters a little more air in and saves it, wanting his new toy to get a full breath before he begins to play with him. Till the creature continues to grind, letting his hardening shafts slowly reach their full stiffness against the soft flesh. ***

19:19 Seaward_Skies greedily gulps down the air, the kiss not even registering as he locks lips with the shark. He can feel his shaft hardening thanks to the lack of air, and the lick members pressing against him from behind. He wiggles his rump, trying to grind back and please his captor, anything to increase his chances of survival. ***

19:32 Groucho breaks the kiss with his stallion as soon as he's decided that the pony's had enough air for the moment, though he does filter some more for afterwards as he begins to grind more vigorously against the stallions rump. Then, he quite suddenly inserts the first tip into the tight pucker, slowly spreading it apart and gasping as he feels it grip around him. He sinks deeper still,t he dripping pre and water working to slicken up the chamber. ***

19:35 Seaward_Skies manages to keep his mouth shut as the pointed tip pierces him, but only just, a little squeak filling his mouth with air and blowing his cheeks out. His cock is soon standing at full mast as the shark's length pushes in up to the hilt, and the hot pressure on the outside of his rump reminds him that it's only half of what the strange stallion has to give. ***

19:40 Groucho gives a low moan as he feels the bowles grip around one of his tips and then releases skies with a hoof. He uses his now free appendage to maneuver his second shaft against the first and press it through the hole as well, feeling himself barely fit inside. The shark shudders in pleasure as he slowly hilts himself yet again, putting immense pressure on seaward's prostate. ***

19:47 Seaward_Skies does cry out this time, emptying his lungs in a scream that's both pleasure and pain, his jerking length shooting a thick stream of pre into the water, as his prostate hardens alittle then relaxes. He turns to the shark, begging for more air. ***

19:51 Groucho grins open mouthed as the stallion lets out his scream and returns his hoof to hold the stallion tight against his body as he begins to thrust in and out of his rump, letting out a happy grunt each time. He could fee himself beginning to build. When his pony begs for air he shakes his head, instead watching for signs of asphyxiation before finally giving him another breath of life giving air. ***

19:57 Seaward_Skies starts to kick again, his cock twitching harder as his lungs ache, then burn, then scream for more air. Each thrust opens his rear wider, making him jerk as pleasure builds ups, the lack of air making his head spin as he tries to hold back the urge to breath, his eyes rolling back into his head as his mouth gapes.l ***

20:03 Groucho notices that his prey is reaching his limits and leans forward to meet that open mouth, pressing his tongue into it and gulping down the water before he lets seaward take another breath and locks lips with the stallion for quite some time, holding right on the edge of his peak. Finally he breaks the kiss and gives a pleasured scream as both his tips fire their salty load up into the stallion's rump, leaving the pony panting in the water. ***

20:03 < Groucho> (Its almost sharkdinner time~ Sadly its also almost your bedtime huh? D:)

20:04 < Seaward_Skies> (Yup... I'll make one last post, and we can continue this tomorrow?)

20:05 Seaward_Skies is almost gone when the hot, almost stale air fills his mouth, and the hot cum fill his rump. The heady rush of simply filling his lungs is enough to tip his over the edge, and as cum leaks around the twin shafts from his gaping rump, his shoots strings into the water that float upwards as he gives gurgles of exhausted pleasure, his orgasm lasting longer than he thought possible. ***

20:10 Groucho moves to the stallion's lips with another breath of air, despite his exhaustion form the activities, not wanting his meal to expire before its time. He provides a steady supply of air to the stallion now while they both recover from that wonderful flood of pleasure. ***

17:56 Seaward_Skies takes the breath more weakly this time, his muscles sluggish, filled with lactic acid that feels more like lead as he gives some slow kicks, wanting to return to the surface now. Despite that desire, he isn't too desperate to leave the embrace of the shark, his afterglow-filled mind giving him a strange sense of affection as he comes down from the orgasm. ***

18:03 Groucho unhooks his hind legs from the stallion's rear legs and unseats his softening cocks from the tight rump, momentarily flooding Seaward's hole with saltwater as it gapes open behind them. The shark completely releases Seaward and breaks the kiss, swimming around him to be face to face once more. "I must say, that was marvelous my little pony and I think you enjoyed yourself too." He says with a toothy grin, exposing his serrated teeth. He watches for his little toy to be just about to pass out once again. ***

18:06 Seaward_Skies gives a sheepish nod, wincing at the sight of the teeth, his hoof throbbing in sympathy as he wiggles his flooded rump, leaking cum into the salty water. He glances up, kicking again, but he's held to tightly to even thing of breaking free, even if he used his wings for a little extra propulsion. His eyes close behind his goggles as he realises he's being teased again, but starts to wonder if, with the shark having had his fun, this is it for real, and the beast intends to drown him down here. He starts to thrash, squeaking, until his limbs lose what little strength they had left, and he goes limp, his cheeks puffed out and his chest on fire. ***

18:12 Groucho locks eyes with the stallion as he begins to struggle and then completely lets go to let skies drift as the fight leaves him, giving a hearty chuckle that echoes in the water. He paddles his fins and keeps close, never straying more than half a meter from the stallion. "Well pony? I don't here you answer me. If you speak when spoken to I expect you might get another breath." He says, "and keep your eyes open. It's pretty out here." ***

18:16 Seaward_Skies gives another nod, letting his eyes crack open, his legs making little paddling motions as his wings open up a little, the feather tips moving back and forth in the water as he tries to swim a little closer to the shark. He opens his mouth, letting out a gurgle that might sound like an attempt to answer. ***

18:23 Groucho keeps right up against the tired stallion until he finally lets out the noise and decides it suffices as an answer, lest he let his prey drown in the water. The stallion leans forward and presses his muzzle against the others and breathes out more stale wet, but breathable air into his prey's lungs, toying with the pony. He decides he's had enough before skies would and breaks the kiss again, trying to get seaward to the point of just barely being able to move due to his oxygen starved muscles. ***

18:26 Seaward_Skies is quickly reaching that point, trying to follow the slick, furless muzzle as it retreats, but unable to move anything like fast enough to keep their mouths together. His lungs are only half-full and not nearly satisfied, as his vision starts to get blotchy, and his wings hang motionless behind him, trailing in the ocean currents as he twitches his hooves, one last attempt to swim. ***

18:32 Groucho snickers as the stallion moves toward him, watching his attempt to swim and shaking his head with an even larger grin and continues to move backwards. "You know, if you cant reach me, I might not be able to get any more air to you," he responds matter of factly, gently gliding backwards at the same speed as the stallion tries to close the distance. ***

18:32 < Seaward_Skies> (Uh, he's swimming TOWARDS Groucho, for more air :p )

18:32 < Groucho> (Oh misread xP In that case~)

18:34 < Groucho> (Try that one out)

18:37 Seaward_Skies shakes his head as if he's trying to clear it, small bubbles leaking unheeded from the corners of his mouth as he finds a last burst of energy. It's enough to let him make on last surging kick, propelling him towards the shark, but it fades mere moments later, and he goes completely limp, staring at the shark through squinting eyes as he drifts along. ***

18:49 Groucho smirks as it becomes very clear that the stallion has run out of juice and says, "Oh, has the poor little stallion run out of steam? I'd so hate for you to drown out here when I prefer my meals live." He powers back towards him, locking his lips once more with his prey and this time giving him as much air as he can breath. His burning muscles wouldn't be able to find much use for it now anyways in his present state, leaving him perfectly vulnerable. If skies struggled to break away and drown the stallion was resolved to hold him tight, not letting him get away from the air. ***

18:53 Seaward_Skies opens his eyes wide as the rush of air fills his lungs, making his chest balloon out as he tries to push on the shark's chest. His words are slowly filtering through his oxygen-starved brain, but he picks out one in particular; "meals". He can lift his hooves enough to place them against the smooth chest, but his muscles just won't respond when he tries forcing the shark away, leaking him panting against the jagged mouth, his eyes squeezed shut as he shakes his head as much as he's able/ ***

19:00 Groucho gulps down a couple mouthfuls of his own air in preparation for feeding on the stallion, eager to have some air down there so that he doesn't expire too fast when placed among the fish he'd eaten earlier. The shark continues to breath into the stallion until his panting becomes normal breaths and then pulls away once more, and does a single circle around his meal. He then charges open mouth, the pink flesh visible as seaward's head quickly approaches the jaw and all those sharp teeth. ***

19:04 Seaward_Skies weakly lifts his hooves as the shark pulls away, his eyes desperate as he tries to turn his head to follow. He loses sight, then catches it again as he comes barrelling towards the pegasus, who blows out a blast of bubbles and tries with all his might to back away from the open maw, but only manages to move about a foot backwards before his head is engulfed by the soft, pink flesh. ***

19:10 Groucho closes his mouth just enough that the sharp teeth dig into the stallion's flesh without piercing, though the message was clear. If Seaward struggled very hard at all he'd cut himself pretty bad on the serrated protrusions. The hard bony tongue presses up under the stallion's head, pulling him inwards as the jaws part momentarily to accept more of the pony's body. The tight fleshy walls squeeze around his snout, dragging him inside towards his gut. ***

19:17 Seaward_Skies lets out a bubbling scream, trying his best to kick and struggle with the parts of himself that won't push him further onto those teeth, but his muscles are next to useless now, and all he can manage is a little weak twitching. His head is pulled upward, water squirting around is as he tries to hold in the air he still has, his shoulders scraping against the sharp points, his wings dragging lifelessly through the water. ***

19:23 Groucho swallows harder, pulling the wing joints into his mouth and sending the neck of the stallion on its final journey. The thick muscular throat squeezes tight around seaward's head as he's drawn deeper, causing only a small bulge in the side of the thick neck. The shark opens its mouth wide and paddles forward with each gulp, using the stationary inertia of the Pegasus to force him ever deeper down his gullet, soon just his squirming rump hanging outside his jaws. Seaward's head would pop out into the smelly chamber of his stomach, where the air that Groucho had swallowed would rush out to greet his lungs. ***

19:23 < Seaward_Skies> (Stationary momentum?)

19:25 < Seaward_Skies> (Let's see, momentum is mass multiplied by velocity, velocity is zero, so.... :p)

19:26 < Groucho> (Err inertia)

19:26 < Groucho> (Inertia relates to momentum :B)

19:28 Seaward_Skies gasps as he enters the stomach, the air sour with the smell of fish and bile, but breathable at least, and as his rump and groin enter the mouth he shivers, having both the warm flesh and sharp teeth near his sheath making his belly churn. As more of him enters the stomach he finds himself curling up, cramped in the tight chamber, making an obvious, gently squirming bulge in the shark's middle. ***

19:38 Groucho curls his tongue up across the groin and under the stallion's package as he continues to swallow. His tongue gives one finally carress of the pony's pucker, pressing the tip in and rimming it before that rump gets sealed away in his throat. The shark continues to make short work of the pony, drawing those tantalizing hooves into his mouth and behind his teeth before he clamps them together and saws through the tuft of brown tail sticking from his lips, bobbing Skies's tail short. Finally the tongue pushes against the cleft of the hooves, giving one final swallow as he's sealed away. As the stallion fills out the chamber, he'd begin to notice that the flesh of the fish inside were soft and squishy, having mostly been eaten away by the hard working stomach. ***

19:42 Seaward_Skies whimpers, his hooves twitching as the tongue caresses them, his cock bulging a little from the attention, and the constant denial of air. He squirms around in the stomach as his hindlegs and bobbed tail join him, pressed up against half-digested fish, a reminder of his own eventual fate, curled up inside the shark's belly. He can't even struggle properly, only weakly twitch his limbs as he whines. "L-let me out! You said we'd kiss and make up, no hard feelings!" ***

19:51 Groucho gives a morbid laugh and turns over to lazily drift through the water on his back, bringing his four hooves to bare to rub his bulging squirming stomach. "Oh did I? I recall you being the one to state that. And anyways, I feel that you made up for that wound plenty. Just because I've forgiven you doesn't mean I'm going to ignore the natural state of me as the predator and you as the prey. ANd nothing has ever left my belly once its gone, or at least not through my mouth~" ***

19:53 Seaward_Skies winces away from the rubbing hooves that work the acid leaking from the stomach walls into his fur. He can feel it starting to tingle already, as the stomch contracts around him then starts to churn, squeezing and crushing him, working more acid into him. "Y-you can't! I'll be missed! They know I;m out here, my village is going to come looking for me!" ***

20:07 Groucho shakes his head and presses his hooves a little deeper into his lightly squirming stomach and laughs again. "Yes and? How many ponies are going to search the water for a shark pony? I'll go up there and make it look like you were accosted by vagrants after I'm through here. There wont even be any bones for them to find." ***

20:09 Seaward_Skies whines again, the acids starting to sting as the air gets thicker with the stink of it, making him lightheaded. "Y-you can't..." he repeats, his voice starting to slurr. "'M not food... P-please, I'll... I'll do whatever you want..." ***

20:15 Groucho pats his slowing belly, knowing that it was getting close to the stallion's time and gives a loud satisfied sigh. "No...I think you've done exactly everything I could want form you, other than feed me for a month, but that will come shortly~" He gives a lazy twirl in the water as his gut clenches and rolls around the stallion. ***

20:18 Seaward_Skies groans as the world rolls and spins with the shark's little twirl, only making his dizziness worse. He gives a last little squirm, his skin red beneath the clumps of fur that have fallen out. "Not food..." he mumbles, before he curls up tighter, and after a moment goes still. ***

20:24 < Groucho> (Oh fuck you Skype!)

20:25 < Groucho> (I mistuped /me and it ate my post)

20:25 < Seaward_Skies> Ah, I hate it when that happens...

20:29 Groucho makes a soft noise of disappointment as his belly finally goes still and lays back once more, allowing himself to drift lazily through the currents and fall into the strange half sleep that sharks are known for. During the several hours that he rests, the stallion's belly goes hard to work on skies, dissolving flesh and bone alike as it slowly turns him into a nutritious soup for the shark. When he finally awakes, the bulge has lost its form and has instead pulled into a round globe that's soft and gives under pressure. True to his word, Groucho returns to the ship and ransacks it, busting open the few sacks and barrels on board and dumping their contents into the see. Once he's satisfied that nopony will suspect he was gulped by a shark, he hops back into the deep, returning to his simple life of hunting and playing all day long. ***