Breaking Fast with a Pony

16 October 2015

20:08 < Serilde> I suppose it likely that Serilde wakes first huh?

20:08 < Seaward_Skies> Probably

20:08 < Seaward_Skies> Also more comically appropriate ;)

20:11 Serilde sleeps well through the middle of the night, but now, the first rays of sunlight were just peaking through the trees in the early morning, casting its warm glow onto the tent. The canvas was of a weave that let the light flood the tent, causing the griffon to bleerily blink awake. He felt a pressure in his nethered that was normal in the morning, but on to p of that something strange. A Furrey weight that rubbed against his member as he moved his hips.

20:14 Seaward_Skies snorts very softly as the tiercel moves under him, and the shaft that's already risen to greet the dawn grinds against his hindlegs. His own stallionhood is rising early as well, pressing into Serilde's furred belly.

20:17 < Arta> (wait, r63 serilde?)

20:18 < Arta> (:D)

20:18 < Seaward_Skies> (I must confess, I'm far more drawn to male griffons than female >.>

20:19 Serilde arches up into the soft ur, keeping his eyes closed as he lets his hazy mind enjoy the feeling, leeking just a bit of pre out inot the fuzz. He'd forgotten about the pony sleeping above him and for the moment figured that everything was just a pleasant dream. His pointed shaft pokes out into the stallion's fur as his slight thrusts move the pony up and down.

20:22 Seaward_Skies grunts and smiles, starting to reply with his own hips, his hot length grinding back against Serilde, his hindlegs parting slightly as his sleep-addled mind assures him that someone - or some/griff/ by the feel of it - was treating him to a little something special in the morning~ "Mmmmm~"

20:25 < Arta> (Seaward, I agree with you. Tiercels get me hotter than formels <_<)

20:29 Serilde gives a soft groan as he fleels the pre cling to the fur in front of him when he hears the mur from the creature on top. His eyes shoot open and he finds himself looking at a blue stallion lalying across his member and arching against him. He lets out a loud squawk of suprise and glares down at the stallion.

20:31 Seaward_Skies lifts his head with a jerk at the sound of that squawk, and look up at Serilde, panting softly, eyes wide. He cringes as he remembers where he is, and he realises what was just happening, and crosses his hindlegs. "Hehe... M-morning?"

20:37 Serilde narrows his eyes at the stallion, especially now that he can feel an eager ache down in his nethers. Blast, he'd have to take care of this if he awas going to be comfortable, and...he was stuck with a pony. He meets skies's gaze, and then glances down in between them and then glances back up at the stallion, shooting him an irriated look. "Ya...Morning."

20:38 Seaward_Skies sneaks a glance back as well, and instantly regrets it as the sight of the tiercel in all his glory sends a rush of blood to his face, heating his cheeks. "Aye... T-to be fair, I think you started grinding first..." he says, as if that would help him out of this hole.

20:40 < Arta> (maybe that'll help him into a hole)

20:40 < Arta> ( ;) )

20:48 Serilde narrows his eyes at the stallion and wraps him up in his cat legs, holding him there, pressed up against the tierce. "Oh, I started it, is that what you're saying pony? Cause I think you started it by sleeping on me." He feels a nother tinge in his nethers and his expression wavers as he considers his next move. FIneally he continues, "So...are you going to finish it now pony?"

20:50 Seaward_Skies gulps, but molds his features into a determined expression and glares back, even as he feels the hindlegs fastening around him. "W-well, yes. I think you did start it. And you did let me sleep on you, so the blame still sticks with you." Then his expression drops into one of utter confusion. "Pardon?"

20:53 Serilde growls at the stallion's accusation and narrows his eyes. At the next question, he merely responds with a soft thrust, pushign his hips up and rubbing his throbbing cock against that of the stallions. "Oh I think you know exactly what I meant, and by what I feel I think you want it."

20:56 Seaward_Skies glances back again, then winces as he feels their shafts rubbing together, making his twitch and throb. "O-oooh~ I, uh... I m-might h-have a thing for tiercels?" he admits in an almost squeaky voice as his face heats up even further. "But I mean... Wh-what do you want me to do?"

21:00 Serilde takes the stallion in his sharp claws and begins to drag him up towards his bea. He applies a steady pressure, rotating till the stallion's plot was up against his mouth. "Just let yourself enjoy, and dont get any cum on me," he says tiercly before opening up wide and sticking his tongue out, gently tracing around the pony's puckder.

21:04 Seaward_Skies sits still, squeaking again as he's turned around, and finds himself face to face with that sharp, knotted cock, glistening with precum. "Ooooooh~" he moans, wiggling his backside against the rough, hot tongue. "D-do you want me to..." He trails off, instead demonstrating, running his own tongue along the thick member in front of him.

21:07 Serilde gasps as he feels the hot slippery tongue roll over his exposed member and bucks up into his mouth, as if to say yes. The griffon opens his beak wider, pressing the edge against the stallion's crack, almost as if he was being eaten as the tongue snakes in deeper, pressing through the tight sphincter and lubricating the insides.

21:10 Seaward_Skies lets out a muffled sound of surprise, the tapered tip pushing in between his lips at the sudden movement of Serilde's hips. He wraps his mouth around it, only too happy to oblige, and moans at the wonderful, salty taste of the tiercel's pre, lathering the cock with his tongue, making soft sounds of pleasure around it as he feels the tongue inside of him~

21:10 < Seaward_Skies> (Should totally just have him for breakfast and then have a wank :p)

21:14 < Serilde> (you'd prefer that to hot griffon sex? :B )

21:15 < Serilde> (I'm gonna grab real dinner real fast)

21:15 < Seaward_Skies> (It's a tough call :p)

21:15 < Seaward_Skies> (Okay)

21:30 < Serilde> (Well have you thought about it?)

21:30 Seaward_Skies (squirms!)

21:30 < Seaward_Skies> (It would be undeniably sexy, but it would also be the end of this little canon :()

21:31 < Seascale> (a dilemma I do not envy)

21:33 < Serilde> (I mean we do have the thing with argyle maybe possibly so You'll get both noms and hot griffon sex)

21:33 < Seaward_Skies> (Well... That depends on when he gets back, and it's look to be too late for me to actually want to start the thing >.<)

21:37 < Serilde> (Ya...I was getting worried about htat)

21:41 Serilde purrs at the flavorful taste of teh stallion as he presses his tongue far deeper inot him. Spit dribbles out along the pegasus's flanks as it menuvers around the stallion's insides. Serilde gives a steady buck up against hte pony's mouth, feeling the wonderful fpleasure of the tongue curling around his throbbing member.

21:42 < Zuthal> ( Seaward_Skies why is the dilemma even a thing? Just have the ending where he is food as a noncanon offshoot :P)

21:42 < Seaward_Skies> (This was something I was considering...)

21:42 < Seaward_Skies> (And if we do that, better to do it now and leave the rest of the possibilities unexplored for another night...)

21:42 < Zuthal> (like, that seems to be the most obvious solution. That way, you get to have your cake and eat it too)

21:42 < Seaward_Skies> (Well, he's eating it, but yeah)

21:45 Seaward_Skies starts to gently suckle, eyes half closed and unfocused, grinding his rump back against the tiercel's beak, blissfully unaware of how much Serilde is enjoying not just the blowjob, but the taste of the stallion as well. The slick saliva around his soft cheeks is just another layer of sensation as he flicks his tail and works himself further down the heavy cock filling his mouth~

21:45 < Seaward_Skies> (Well, I suppose it depends what you'd find more fun, Gyro)

21:47 < Serilde> (The one that seems most fun is the one that you want to do :P)

21:47 < Seaward_Skies> (Aw, that's a cheating answer! xP)

21:48 < Serilde> (but the fun thing is pleasing and teasing you!

21:49 < Seaward_Skies> (You really don't have a personal preference?)

21:49 < Serilde> (Nope :P)

21:49 < Serilde> (Both seem fun~)

21:50 < Seaward_Skies> (Hehe, in that case I think it's breakfast time~)

21:53 Serilde feels his stomach rumble and his gut give a litle growl as he retracts his tongue from the hole and then then another lick aross his flanks washes his tongue with a tasty fishy flavor. He pulls away and smacks his beak for a memoent, sizing up the stallion and considering his options. Maybe he could get some private time after all. The griffon goes back to his position with his beak open wide, but this time he presses forward, slipping just a bit of it over and around the stallion's tight rump as his tongue keeps up the charade.

21:57 < -> Argyle|AFK is now known as Argyle

21:59 Seaward_Skies whines, or does the best he can, as the tongue withdraws, and the feel of the beak pressed to his rump goes with it. He keeps licking and sucking, swallowing pre every few suckles, hoping that the tiercel might return, and then moans happily when he feel the warmth encompass his backside again, wiggling it back against the heat and the invading tongue~

22:10 Serilde gives a hard thrust and pulls back with his claws, applying a steady pressure on the stallion's body and pushing him deeper into the warm slimy beak. THe slippery tongue slides further along the stallion's taint till it strokes getnly at the pony's furry orbs.

22:14 Seaward_Skies yelps, pulled back sharply, his hindlegs pushed forwad and up as the heat engulfs more of his rump. He glances back, a little concerned now, even with that glorious tongue caressing his balls and taint, making him melt against the tiercel~ But he feels a fluttering in his belly as he realises his backside almost looks as though it's being...swallowed? He tries to pull off of Serilde's cock, trying to free his mouth.

22:18 Serilde gives the stallion a reassuring look as he gazes back, eager to keep the little charade going for as long as he can. He pauses his swalloaing for a few seconds, instead focusing his tongue on the stallion's sack and trying to geth him to relax again as the hot breath washes over his back.

22:22 Seaward_Skies swallows as well, nodding and slowly pushing his muzzle down the side of the cock again, until his nose and cheeks are bumping at the thick knot, his breath easing up, enjoying the hot, moist air from the tiercel on his back and rump, giving it another shake to tease him~

22:26 Serilde gives another subtle push down on the stallion, pulling those orbs in past his beak and bringing his shaft well within reach of the questing tongue. The pony's cheeks are pushe agaist the fleshy tunnel of his throat before a soft gulp alleviates teh pressure and squishes down on the butt in a gentle massage.

22:29 Seaward_Skies is starting to feel concerned again, his rump at the very back on the beak now and being clutched at by the powerful throat. But the tongue lapping against his cock feels so wonderful, it's all he can do to keep himself from collapsing into a moaning pile of a stallion, let alone protest, as he moans into the cock, his mouth vibrating around it~

22:32 Serilde gently manoevers the tips of the stallion's wings into his beak as he swallows this time, pulling the stallion in far enough that the teircel's tongue laps at his flared tip, drinking up the salty pre. His butt now created a bit of a bulge in the griffon's throat as it stuck halfway down the tight tube, getting squeezed and massaged by the slick muscles. Hot griffon drool drips donw his back and wets his feathers, matting down his fur.

22:35 Seaward_Skies mmrfs, and pulls his head back in earnest this time, his backside pulled into the tightness of the throat, his wings trapped, everything up to his belly starting to become slick and slippery with thick drool, but his moves are slowed still by the pleasure of that tongue, as it strokes his glans, making him shiver~

22:43 Serilde thrusts up to try and keep the stallion gagged with his shaft and growls wen the stallion pulls off of him. His tongue kept up his attentions, keeping the pony nice and stimulated as it squirled and twitched over the flared head. His hot fishy breath washed in and out over the pony and for the moment the griffon had stopped swallowing. Maybe he was just givng him an exotic bowjob afterall. Serilde reaches a claw up to catch the stallion hovering right above his member and pushes back down, forcing him to take the length once more.

19:28 Seaward_Skies grunts as the hot, spear-like shaft fills his mouth again, the tip tickling at the back of his throat, and wiggles his rear end in the tight confines of the throat. His cock gives a little twitch under the rough tongue, his half-trapped wings ruffle, and his sides shiver, the hot breath teasing him. His own tongue coils the griffon's length, but his ministrations are slower now, more uncertain as doubt continues to seep into his mind

19:28 < Seaward_Skies> (Maybe >.>)

19:28 < Serilde> (Somepone forgot to change names :B

19:28 < Seaward_Skies> (:p)

19:36 Serilde uses a claw to hold Seaward's head down on the shaft now, pushing a little harder till the pointed shaft pressed against the back of the stallion's throat until it slips in the tight slippery tube. He lets out a loud moan, or rather it would be loud if his beak wasnt full of pony, vibrating the stallion to his very core. THe tongue laps over the pony's tip, curling and squeezing around it as hot slipery drool continues to leak down Serilde's beak , soaking into the stallion's dry half.

19:42 Seaward_Skies makes another sound, muffled even more as the cock pushes into his throat, making it clench with a reflexive gag that the stallion swallows down, gulping around the pointed tip. His own cock twitches again, precum dripping from the head, giving another little wiggle. He's pushing close to the edge now, his nose pressed against Serilde's sack, filled with the smell of sweat and tiercel.

19:50 Serilde licks up the sweet liquid that flows from the pony's twitching length and then quite sudenly pushes forward once again, pushing the stallion's hips quite firmly into his slippery throat and drawing his beak up to scrape against the stallion's belly. His tongue has more trouble reaching the tip now as it rests just against the base and instead begins to focus on licking up the delicious flavor of the stallion's underbelly. He thrusts with his hip, forcing the stallion's muzzle deep against his musky nethers and preventing him from looking back to see his body traveling down his greedy gullet.

19:56 Seaward_Skies opens his eyes wide at the sudden, jerking swallow and the thrust that forces the tiercel's swelling knot between his lips, bulging his cheeks. He tries to pull off but that claw keeps his head still, even as his hips slide further down and his hindlegs are forced up to almost beside his head. All fours hooves flail, at the swallowing and the tickle of the tongue on his soft belly, before his forehooves press against the tiercel's hips.

20:03 Serilde lets out a gasp as he feels teh knot slide betweent eh stallion's lips and feels the tongue against it and then stills his motions for about 30 seconds, trying to brevent himself from going off in the stallion's mouth. The stallion's squirming makes this incredibly difficult, however. Still he soon recovers enough that he can proceed once more. His free talon grabs up one of those flailing forehooves and holds it still as he takes another gulp, pressing the stallion even deeper into his body. Seaward's tip is now entirely inside the pulsing throat, and actually even makes a bit of an impression, but the flesh's rythmic motions are nothing compared to the tongue that had been on it before.

20:10 Seaward_Skies shudders, his cock pulsing but no closer to release. A part of him still isn't sure entirely what's happening, unwilling or incapable to believe that this is even possible, but another part remembers the stories and rumours he'd dismissed as hearsay and slander, and a like a horrible switch going off in his mind the gravity of the situation hits him. He's being /eaten/. Swallowed alive by the same tiercel he'd just shared a tent with. The shock makes him squirm, struggle and strive to break free, but

20:11 Seaward_Skies the claws hold him too tightly, and too much of his own backside is in the grip of that powerful throat. Had he reacted sooner there might have been a chance, but now he's trapped, and it would take a miracle to save him.

20:16 Serilde gulps a little faster now as he feels the pony begining to fight back against his gullet. He shoves the stallion's forehooves along side his body in taht hot slipepry beak which stratches against his flesh with each motion. Serilde curls tighter and tighter as skies slowly disapears, keeping the stallion's face firmly anchored around his twitching cock. His butt begins to press out into a slippery chamber as Serilde creeps up his chest, leaving his head and his hind hooves free of the maw.

20:20 Seaward_Skies can feel himself starting to really panic now, as his forelegs are forced against his sides, hooves pulled into the hot throat. His drool-laden tail hangs down in the new chamber, his rump following shortly. It's not the stomach. Not yet. His mind races, fragmenting, pulling up the memory of this chamber, the crop, where food is stored. He doesn't let himself think of himself as food. Instead he starts crying for help, or at least trying t o. In truth all his attempts do is make his tongue and throat rub

20:20 Seaward_Skies and buzz against the cock that fills them, gagging him.

20:28 Serilde shudders and lets out another muffled moan that vibrates the stallion's entire body as the stallion licks and vibrates his sensitive member. He has to be faster now if he doesnt want to cum too early. One gulp brigs the hind hooves within reach of that questing tongue that snakes over the soft frogs, tasting the earty taste of the soil he'd walked on. Another pulls the stallion's head between his beak, framing the vision with the hard black lips, though all he could see was the tiercel's hips, which still manage to press the throbbing shaft between the stallion in his own beak. The humid fishy breath is now unmistakable as it wafts past his prey's snout and soon every bit of him is coated in hot drool. His crop squeezes and massages at the food that enters it, a nice tasty fish to fill his belly for his travel. It works a thicker slime into his coat and forces him into a rather compact ball.

20:33 Seaward_Skies keeps trying to get some sort of coherent sound past the throbbing, fleshy barrier but his efforts are in vain, and as he spies the tooth of Serilde's beak in his vision, and feels hot breath and slimy drool over his head, he whimpers. He realises that he's too late; he's going to be eaten, and there isn't a thing he can do about it. The churning of the crop, that saturates his coat with sticky, slippery saliva, only makes that more plain. To the tiercel that now owns his body, he's nothing but food.

20:41 Serilde brings a talon up to press against the bulge the stallion was making in his throat and slowly massages him down til just the frong of his face is outside of the confines of the slippery throat. As he does so, Serilde feels the stallion slipping off his sheath and grins. His tongue comes forth to lick over the pointed shaft, lapping at the sensitve tip and causing the tiercel to let out a powreful moan that rumbles the ponies body. Having been teased so long by the stallion, it doesnt take long. Serilde's knot swalls up in his beak, blocking out all the light that might reach the pony. THe tip twitches and then a rush of hot sticky white cum spirts out, coating Seaward_Skies's face in the musky spunk that almost drowns out the smell of the gryphon's breath.

20:48 Seaward_Skies keeps wriggling, driven despite the hopelessness to struggle to the last, when the heavy cock finally pulls out of his throat and then his mouth, dragging thick strings of saliva with it and drawing a half gag from the pegasus. His mouth is still open when the tiercel tips over the edge, and the first thick, sticky rope of cum splatters across his muzzle, half in his open maw and landing on his tongue. Instinctively, he lets out a wordless cry and as Serilde starts painting his face with cum, more of it

20:49 Seaward_Skies fills his mouth, the rest landing across his muzzle, over one closed eye, and down his chin.

20:49 < Serilde> (So uhh what'd you think of that :P Auto fellacio + Prey facial :P)

20:50 < Seaward_Skies> (Very nice~)

20:50 < Serilde> (I thought you might approve~)

20:55 Serilde pants hot and heavy as he tastes his own seed spurting forth from his shaft and dripping off of the splattered pony powerful sensations eminate from his nethers as a seemingly endless amount of hot salty liquid spurts forth. And then suddenly its over. The knot is still locked in the gryphon's beak, but his claw goes slack as he pants in the after glow. Remenants drizzle from the tip, and down onto the stallion, though without that claw holding him there, even without the gulping, he'd find himself slipping down into the gryphon's crop.

20:58 Seaward_Skies pants, forced to swallow the mouthful of cum, and is still for an all-too-short moment before he realises he's slipping, his lower half forced to curl up as the rest of him slowly joins it in the cramped crop. "N-no, wait, y- Mmmph!" is all he manages to yell before he's pulled all the way into the throat, his muzzle locked shut by the tight muscles

21:11 Serilde could feel the stallion's form slowly slipping along his throat as the bulge pressed out against his soft belly, only to come to its resting poing in his powerful crop. The tierdel purrs in his sustained afterglow, and that compined wiht his full belly renders him absolutely blissful. With a loud pop he finally pulls his sensitive shaft free from his beak and brings it down to stroke at the stallion's bulge, purring loudly and rumbling his form. He snags the stallion's saddlebags and begins to dig through them, and upon finding the remainder of his fish and some sweet candy, gulps them down to join his breakfast. THe full crop makes him rather tired however and he lets out a yawn.

21:12 < Seaward_Skies> (It occurs to me that if he can open his beak wide enough to get Skies down, he shouldn't have any trouble getting his knot out :p)

21:12 < Serilde> (Yep, :P)

21:12 < Serilde> (That occured to me too :P)

21:14 Seaward_Skies is pressed up tight against the neck and breastbone of the tiercel, whimpering softly now that his mouth is free from the cruel grip of the throat, curled into a painfully tight ball and making an obscene, ridiculous looking bulge in the tiercels neck and chest. He ignores the stroking, shivering to himself as his mind tries to process his new situation, when the pulverised fish and chunks of candy rain down on top of him. "Wh... Why?" he moans, stirring, his form starting to move beneath the stretched

21:14 Seaward_Skies skin and feathers.

21:20 Serilde yawns again and closes his eyes rather than respond to the pegasus in his gut, unable to make out the stallion's soft words even if he wanted to.The rapid heartbeat of the catbird begins to slow down to a steady thump as Serilde settles in for a late morning afterall. It wasnt often that he got to, and soon his deep breathing was unmistakeble for anything but a sleeping bird. Even alseep, the crop knows how to handle food though, and it begins to squeeze tight on the stallion's form, begining to push him down the tight tube beyond the slippery pouch.

21:40 < Serilde> (uhh boop?)

21:41 Seaward_Skies hears the breathing and the heartbeat slowing, and starts squirming hard as he can to try and keep the tiercel awake. "N-no! Don't leave me in here!" All he does is massage Serilde, though, and soon the crop starts pushing him down. The tightness of that final stretch of throat makes him yelp, cutting off any other protest, and as his head disappears into it, he lets out one last whine as his rear hooves enter the hot, greedy stomach

21:41 < Seaward_Skies> (Don't you want to be awake to enjoy the digestion? :p)

21:42 < Serilde> (He's just food htough :P)

21:44 < Seaward_Skies> (Squirming food that can plead for its life, though!)

21:44 < Seaward_Skies> (Besides, sleeping pred is kind of eh, to be honest. It's better when they can enjoy it, surely ;p)

21:48 Serilde 's crop seems to answer the stallion's call as it presses him down out of the here of the gryphon's crop and further along into the insides. The stomach is smelly and even tighter than it had been in the crop, and to make matters worse a thin liquid seems to pool at the bottom of the chamber. The gryphon starts awake as he feels the brief thrashing during transition and groans. Hi pats the bulge in his stomach. "Settle down already, or better yet, why dont you enjoy yourself. I dont think you ever took care of that problem you woke up with."

21:53 Seaward_Skies curls up in the stomach, stinking of fish and bile, pummelled by the churning walls, and groans. "E-enjoy myself?" he stammers, pushing at a fleshy wall. "H-how..." he starts, but his still pulsing length answers the abortive question. He doesn't reach for it, though, feeling what can only be stomach acids building up under him, the walls starting to go slick as it secretes out from them. "Y-you... You ate me?"

21:58 Serilde rolls his eyes and reaches a claw to his gut, stroking and push where the stallion's throbbing member bulged out agains the side. "Indeed I did eat you. How very observant my little morsel." he says, giving a hearty laugh that squeezes the chamber. the slippery compress and massage around the stallion, pressing the little bit of stomach juices into his fur.

22:01 Seaward_Skies starts to squirm again, his length rubbed up against and then the rest of him squeezes by the walls that move to start processing the meal in earnest. Fresh precum beads at the tip of his stallionhood, and his skin starts tingling beneath his coat as the acids start their work. "Y-you can't leave me in here!" he says, moving into denial. "What are you going to do to me?"

22:07 Serilde snorts at the stallion's words and continues to stroke the form as the muscles roll and squeeze all over the stallion, including running against the slippery lingth inside. "I mean I very well cant get you out now. I have no control beyond my crop you see." He explains rather calmly, "So I'm going to leave you in there while my stomach digests your flesh, and then your bones and feathers I'll cough up in a little pellet."

22:10 Seaward_Skies hisses, the tingling starting to spread, and then moans as another contraction squeezes his cock, making it pulse dangerously. "But... You... G-griffons don't really eat ponies," he squeaks, still in denial. "I-it's just a story!"

22:17 Serilde rolls his eyes at the declaration and then taps the bulge. "Gryphons eat meat. We're the apex predator so that means we eat any meat, and ponies certainly fall into that category. There are even some gryphons who find themselves stomach deep in the gullet of another. Its just how it goes sometimes. We're in the wild here, so the normal rules of society dont apply," he explains. The liquid level in his stomahc rises even higher still as the stomach grows even more active, massaging every inch of the stallion and making sure he's nice and coated.

22:19 Seaward_Skies screws up his eyes, caught between the tingle and itch of the rising acids, and the wondeerful rubbing of fleshy stomach walls against his cock.

22:19 < Seaward_Skies> (Damn!)

22:21 Seaward_Skies screws up his eyes, caught between the tingle and itch of the rising acids, and the wonderful rubbing of fleshy stomach walls against his cock. He gives a shuddering gasp, his mind finally starting the accept the fact behind all the fog of confusing sensation. "W-wait... No..." he pants, but then he goes rigid as his overly sensitive cock twitches, and spurts a cloud of cum into the pooling acids.

22:25 Serilde chuckles darkly, vibating the entire chamber as teh stallion shudders in hsi stomach, knowing exactly what just transpired within. "There we go, see? It isnt too bad now. Just accept your fate. If you hadnt found me you'd have died anyways, so this doesnt change anything," he explains with a grin. Then he screws his eyes shut as he feels a sensation in his chest before letting loose a massive belch, squeezing the stomach even tigher around his prey.

20:14 Seaward_Skies yelps as the belly tightens in the midst of his afterglow, forcing him into an even closer ball, his spine and hindlegs screaming out in protest. "Th-that's not true! I might have survived!" he calls out, though his voice is weak as the tightness compresses his lungs. "Please, y-you have to let me go..." he coughs, but the itch is spread, the acid rising higher in the closer confines, fur already starting to fall away

20:20 Serilde rolls his eyes and traces a claw over the squriming fighting form that became all the more visible from the belch, tracing over his thighs and butt. "You were shivering, wet, and it hit below freezing last night, so unless you had a magical firestarter in there, which you would have used earlier, you were going to just freeze, and then something would have eaten your caracass. Plus, you know now that you're past my crop, I have no control. Perhaps you shouldnt have worked up my appetite." THe gryphon lets out a hearty laugh and then rolls onto his belly, compressing the stallion inside in the muck and flilth as his muscles squeeze and chrun around his form.

20:26 Seaward_Skies squirms harder at the strokes, feeling them against the sensitive, intimate areas, but all the struggling does is work more acid into his coat, spread the tingle and itch even further. He grunts and gasps, feeling the weight of Serilde on top of him now and the kneading of the belly as it tenderises his flesh. By now the itching is a sting, his exposed patches of skin reddening, burning away~ "N-no... I-I'm not f-food..." he wheezes.

20:31 Serilde snorts at the protest and pats his belly, shaking his head. He could feel his stomach becomig more active now, squeezing and rolling over the form of the stallion inside, mixing him in with the foul caustic juices that sat in the stomach. "Well...if you're not food, maybe I should swallow down a little more air from you. You can prove it to me by not digesting by the time I wake up. In that case, I'll do what i can to spit you back up." He responds with a snort. "Obviously the stomach only digests food. Anything else is safe."

20:35 Seaward_Skies tries to roll himself over, lift himself out of the stinging fluids, but the weight on his back is too heavy, and even if he could, slimy acid coats the walls that churn and knead mercilessly on the exposed, sensitive flesh. His stallionhood is itching and reddening, as feathers drop from his wings. "Th-that's not how s-stomachs work..." he protests, but his voice is weak, half lost being the gurgles of the energetic gut.

20:38 Serilde lets out a loud sigh as he feels his struggles weakening below him, rubbing a talon over the bluge, while the other retreats to his sheath, rubbing around the sensitive area till it began to poke through. "Take that up with my stomach. It hasnt yet met a piece of meat it couldnt digest~" He says, rumbling the stallion with a loud contented purr.

20:38 < Seaward_Skies> (Has he actually swallowed more air?)

20:39 < Serilde> (Uhh skies didnt seem to want more. Should I have?)

20:39 < Serilde> (Do whichever you prefer!)

20:39 < Seaward_Skies> (Hehe, okay :p)

20:42 Seaward_Skies can feel a little cooler, fresher air in the stomach with him now, replacing the heavy, stale funk that had built up already. He whimpers, the coolness painful against his raw skin, feeling a little more alert and starting to find a little more energy to put into his struggles.

20:47 Serilde laughs a deep callous laugh that rumbles his stomach and jiggles the pony inside. He gulps down enough air that the stallion's form begins to become indistinct, as the churning stomach is kept at bay by the large cushion of air. His prey's movements massage his stomach in a rather lovely manner, sending pleasant sensations from his stomach. Meanwhile he teases his shaft a little more, feeling the pink member slowly begin to extend out once again. "Ooooh~ Keep that up, you're hitting all the right places."

20:50 Seaward_Skies would have tried to stop squirming out of spite, but as more air is pushed down in with him he gains a little relief from the pressure, and a little more room to struggle, and on instinct he takes advantage of it, kicking out and trying again to get away from the burning liquid. He keeps whimpering as he does, backing down the stomach just a little until the vague shape of his hindquarters rubs up against the tiercel's reawakening cock.

20:55 Serilde grunts slightly in displeasure as each kick lands against the stomach wall, but it certainly wasnt hard enough to actually hurt the tiercel. Once the pony's rump presses out against his shaft he lets out a surprised gasp and brings a talon down to hold Seaward_Skies there as he arches his hips up into the lump, slowly bringing himself to full mast, putting an unmistakeable pressure on skeies's backside.

20:59 Seaward_Skies is showing bare muscle on one leg now, all four hooves blistering, and the pooling acid is taking on a red tint, if it could be seen in the darkness of Serilde's gut. Skies lets out a cry, the pressure holding him in place, and another pushing up at his raw hindquarters. "F-fuck you..." he hisses, slipping, splashing into the acid again, feeling it start to eagerly eat away at his flesh.

21:05 Serilde opens his mouth and beigns to patn as he is brought to full mast by the stallion's squirming. He begins to thrust more rapidly now, splashing the fluids up into the stallion's face inside while bouncing the rump up against his shaft and his other talon. His breath gets quicker fromt he motion as he pants hard nad enven lets out a moan or two. The stomach may have a pocket of air in it, but certainly the pony inside wias well coated from hoof to ear, so no place was truly safe as the hot liquid eats at the flesh of the naked stallion. His fur floats in the liquid, and in a cruiel irony sticks and scratches against his raw flesh.

21:09 Seaward_Skies slumps down, gasping, giving a few more weak struggles but losing the will and the energy to keep fighting. Even with the fresh air that had been gulped down, the oxygen is quickly being used up, and his vision swims from that and the fiery pain. Picked up like that, used, then eaten like some timid beast...and then used all over again, even as the stomach turns him into so much meat... He shivers, skin mostly gone, and his legs put in ano ther weak wriggle, wiggling his rump against the inward bulge of the eager cock

21:13 Serilde finally feels himself drawn over the edge once more, shooting thick hot spurts of cum up into the air, splattering against the roof of his tent and slowly dripping down to his belly. He lets out a loud cry of delight, feeling pleasure shooting through his body as everything tenses. The clenched position forces a loud belch fromt eh tiercel's beak, carrying out with it a few strands of ahir ,and then slimy feathers that slowly drift down onto his brown chest. He remains itn the wonderful glow, heedless of the torture happening in his dark stomach.

21:17 Seaward_Skies lets out one final whimper as the burp pulls air from the chamber again, the walls closing in and grinding all over his flesh now, getting to the the bare muscle. He feels the spasms of orgasm, and makes one last, gasping struggle and squirm, before falling still and slumping down again. He stays conscious for a while longer, though, unable to feel much now as nerve endings are burnt out, but the occasional soft moans are evidence of the o nce proud pegasus now stewing away inside the tiercel's gut~

21:27 Serilde pants heavily and rolls onto his side as he feels the stallion go still and lets out a yawn. Both releases this morning had mad him quite sleepiy once more, and he figured he could sleep in today. It wasnt like he had anywhere to be. Soon, the tiercel falls into a steady sleep as the hunk of meat that was once a pitiful cold stallion was tucked away, digesting to provide nutrients for the proud griffon. Over the course of teh day, it's broken down into chyme, leaving its fur, feathers, and bone in the pit fo the gryphon's stomach. Eventually Seridle wakes with a pressure in his gut. Stepping out into the cold outside, he begins to cough and gag, forcing up a large lump that forms a bulge in his throat. Finally, the foul tasting mass, smelling of vomit, plops out fo the tiercel's open beak onto the ground with a wet plop. He regards the hunk with no more than a brief glance before turning away, to break down camp, leaving the slimy plop of blue feathers and fur, brown hair, and white bones, including a skull that shown from its surface out in the forest for nopony to find.