An Unfair Fishing Competition

20 October 2015

19:51 Serilde wiggles at Seaward_Skies~

19:56 < -> Argyle|AFK is now known as Argyle

19:57 Seaward_Skies eeps at Serilde

19:57 < Serilde> or Argyle~

19:58 < Serilde> Wanna see if he's up for things Saewin?

19:58 < Saewin> We can ask

19:58 < Serilde> beep boop Argyle~ Up for a little fun?~

19:59 < -> HollowNote is now known as PolyFill

20:01 < Argyle> As much as I want to just say yes, I literally just got in the door Serilde. Going to be back and forth from AFK for a bit..

20:01 < Serilde> ahh alright

20:02 Serilde licks her beak and stares at Seaward_Skies

20:06 < Serilde> Do you wanna cointinue our thing darling?

20:07 < Saewin> I don't know, maybe...

20:08 < Argyle> Err.. sorry guys. Didn't mean to be a killjoy :x

20:09 < Saewin> That's okay, Argyle :p

20:09 Serilde pounces on the pony and nibbles at his ear wiht her beak

20:09 < Serilde> no worries Argyle :P

20:09 < -> Saewin is now known as Seaward_Skies

20:09 Seaward_Skies blushes beneath the formel!

20:11 < Serilde> (Oh, so not pony Saewin :P)

20:12 < Seaward_Skies> (Saewin isn't much for prey, even as a pony :p)

20:12 Serilde turns to the other hear and licks it over, purring at the stallion. "Ever had a griffon tell you you have good taste?"

20:13 Seaward_Skies blushes harder, his face a bright red beneath blue fur. "U-uh... A c-couple of times...." he stammers.

20:16 Serilde giggles and shifts around on the pony, looking him over and then looking at his cutie mark. "A FIsh huh? How about a little fishing contest?" She looks out into the rolling waves, watching them roll up and crash over the shore.

20:17 Seaward_Skies clears his throat, feeling a little more confident when she proposes something he's sure he can beat any griffon at. "Oh? Wh-what sort of contest? And what's the prize?"

20:18 Seaward_Skies can't help but wriggles, though, as he feels her moving on top of him, her fur and feathers rubbing against his.

20:23 Serilde smiles down at the stallion and discretly licks her beak. "Oh I was thinking that If I catch the bigger fish, then you'll give me the one you caught for free, but if you catch the bigger one, I'll pay you twice the bits its worth. "We're not using fishing poles though, gotta get it with your own claws," she explains with a grin, takign a step back. "Plus you can have bragging right sthat you beat Serilde, captain of alpha squad in the Iron Claws." She tacks a step off him, though running her talon down his cheek as she does so.

20:27 Seaward_Skies shivers gently as her claws brush over his cheek, then quickly rolls onto his hooves and stands, hindlegs pressed tightly together as he coughs again. "Well, I am at a bit of a disadvantage," he says, lifting a forehoof. "No claws. Other than that I think that sounds like a wager I'd be a fool to pass up on..."

20:31 Serilde looks down at him and then gives a sidelongs glance at the harpoon on the ground beside him. "Well, if that thing is yours, I suppose that you can go ahead and use it too. Its sorta like a claw. Anyways, half an hour." SHe says, before taking to the air, expectantly.

20:32 Seaward_Skies scoops up his harpoon with a grin, his blush fading as he takes to the air himself. "You're on!" he cries, before swooping towards the breaking waves, skimming past them and scanning the seas for a decent prize.

20:36 Serilde smirks as the stallion takes off towards teh air and circles around, pretending to be scanning the water for fish as she flies over them, but never straying too far from the stallion nearby. She already had her fish spotted, the one on his rump, and it was delicious indeed."

20:38 Seaward_Skies hovers and flits above the surface for most of the half hour, so focused on catching the perfect fish that he doesn't even notice Serilde's lack of activity. As the time almost ticks away, he smirks and drops down, spearing a silvery shape and breaking the surface again with a whoop. "Two minutes to go, but I bet you can't beat this beauty!" he yells.

20:40 Serilde grins as the stallion comes up with a fish flopping on the end of his spear roughly half the size of a pony and watches him swim through the water. As he turns up to brag she swoops down towards him rather quickly, aiming to grab him in her talons can pull him into the sky, not that he'd likely expect taht that's what she's doing.

20:43 Seaward_Skies has barely a second to widen his eyes in surprise before the force of her dive pushes him underwater again, only to fell the talons grip around him and tear him back to the surface again, and into the air. Beneath them both his harpoon tumbles to the sand, forgotten, as he coughs and splutters. "Wh-what the hay are you doing??"

20:46 Serilde grips him tight and yanks him into the air with her talons. SHe has to power her wings hard to bring the heavy weight up. The pony swings awkwardly below her in her uncomfortable grip and as she rises into the air she looks down at her catch drooling. "I think my fish is a little bit bigger than yours, dont you?"

20:48 Seaward_Skies squirms and struggles, flapping his wings as he beats at her grip with his hooves. "What are you talking about?!" he cries. "You were supposed to catch a /fish/, not me!"

20:52 Serilde oofs as she feels teh asaults of his wings and begins to power towards one of the clouds over the water. Midflight she leans down and licks all over the stallion's shoulder, teh closest thing to her maw and then gives him a little nip as a warning. "Calm dwon or I'll bite harder. And I think that your butt quite correctly identifies you as a fish."

20:55 Seaward_Skies yelps in surprise at the short, sharp pain in his shoulder, and settles down if only to find the right moment to break for freedom again. "Butt? M-my cutie mark? Oh, c-come on... Okay, you know what? Fine, I'm a fish, you win, just let me go! You can take the fish I caught and leave me be!"

20:58 Serilde finds that her flight is much easier now that the stallion in her has settled down and shakes her head in response, after saying, "Good, I'm glad we agree.". As she settles down on a nearby cloud, still keeping him nice and clutched, she answers, "Oh come now. Since when have you known a griffon to give up a fish in claw? That's bad business."

21:01 Seaward_Skies groans as they touch down, giving an experimental wiggle but finding himself too tightly clutched in her claws now, wings pinned to his sides by her adjusted grip. "We had a deal! You win, you get to keep the fish I caught! Nobody said anything about keeping me! Now let me go!"

21:06 Serilde snorts and then readjusts him once more, so that her beak faced his rump and he was laying his back on her belly facing towards her tail. Her talons and hips lock tight around the stallion, clutching him tight to her chest. "Well, I caught my fish fair and square, so I own it. You agreed you were a fish remember? Do you know what griffons like to do with fish?" She leans down and sticks her tongue out against his plothole, giving it a long lick, and smelling his salty musky scent.

21:09 Seaward_Skies starts to squirm, trying to break free as a sinking feeling settles in his gut, then squirms aimlessly with a soft squeak at the touch of her tongue on his tight hole. His face starts to heat up again, his body confused as too many different signals race around inside him. "Uh, wh-what? G-griffons eat... N-no! You can't!"

21:14 Serilde drags her tongue up across the sea soaked orbs and licks across them, delighting as the stallion begins to realize exactly what he was planning. "MMm~ A wonderful taste of salt and just a hing of something sweet. I must say as far as fish I've eaten go, you certainly rank up there~" She teases, continuing to apply her tongue to his sensitive spots.

21:17 Seaward_Skies wriggles, but he's too confused to make any real attempt to escape, his breath squeaking in his throat at the delicate touches that make his shaft start to swell out inside of his sheath. "I-I was wrong! I'm a pony, not a fish! Sorry, maybe we should just try another r-roooouuuu~" he trails off, the word turning into a shuddering, breathless sigh.

21:21 Serilde shifts him forward on her body so that she can reach his swelling shaft. Her tail twitches in excitement as her tongue dances over his extending member. Other than being restrained as he was, she didnt act like she wanted more than to get him off, other than her words. She doesnt respond to his comments, too engrossed in swirling over his delicious shaft.

21:23 Seaward_Skies gasps, his wings starting to strain at her forelegs, his hindlegs urging to kick out at the air. In some distant part of his mind, he wonders if maybe he's gotten it wrong, maybe this is just some twisted sex game... "Nng, y-you... Y-you really shouldn't be doing this~"

21:26 Serilde feels the shaft twitch and bob beneath her tonge and arches to take the tip into her beak, rubbing the head against the back of her throat and curling her tongue aroudn the shaft. She backs off for a moment to respond, giggling, "Why? Seems like you're quite enjoying being my little fish~"

21:30 Seaward_Skies starts to convince himself of his mistake, relaxing a little into the formel's 'embrace', letting his shaft grow out to full mast under her ministrations, the soft, warm feeling of her throat engulfing his tip~ "I-it's polite to ask first~" he says, muzzle scrunched, but his cock throbs, begging for more.

21:33 < OriginHarmony> (Back)

21:36 Serilde giggles and responds, "But fish dont get to have any opinions~" THen she dives back down on the shaft, swirling and bobbing on top of it. Her tongue licks up and donw the shaft as her hot fishy drool runs down across his balls. She's waiting of r him to begin to quiver ready to pull off so that he coats himself with his pleasure.

21:40 Seaward_Skies grins lazily, willing to let her tease him if it means she keeps working his cock. A part of him is telling him that it still isn't right, even if there's nothing sinister at play here, but he's too young and now too turned on to listen to that. Instead he lets himself give in to the slow, wet, sloppy pleasure, until it aches inside of him, and his cock twitches, leaking precum and ready to explode.

21:46 Serilde feels teh tale tell signs of a pony right on the edge and slowly eases off his shaft. Her tongue drags down the the length and she gives a quick suck on his fleshy orbs before plunging her tongue deep into his tail hole and pressing into his prostate. She was enjoying teasing him and he'd be so much more cooperative once fully exhuasted.

21:50 Seaward_Skies whines at the formel as she pulls off right as he's at the cusp of orgasm. Then his eyes widen as her tongue violates him again, pushing deep inside him this time and pressing up against the most sensitive nub, making his cock jerk and twitch, a heavy rope of cum splattering against his own chest and belly. Another rope shoots out, then a third, and then his cock seems to almost seize up completely, fragrant cum dribbling from the tip in a steady flow as his whole body tenses, shaking slightly with sensation~

21:55 Serilde pulls out of the hole as skies begins to unload, smiling down at her fish. "Oh~ And there's the sauce~" She teases and licks over her beak. "Just hold still little fish~" While the stallion is procupied, she opens her beak and takes the right rear hoof into her mouth and then manouevers over to push the left one into her beak as well before licking over them, getting them nice and coated in drool.

21:58 Seaward_Skies slumps down, gasping, his belly coated with his own seed, too exhausted and caught up in the sudden afterglow to pay much attention to her words, or even to take any real notice of the warmth that engulfs his rear hooves. He simply lies there, resting against her fuzzy belly, enjoying that inexplicable heat until something clicks in his mind, and he raises his head to look down at her with a silent question.

22:00 < OriginHarmony> (Omnomnom)

22:00 Serilde smiles around his hooves as best as one can with a beak full of pony at his question and then gulps, shoving herself halfway down his legs. Hot slimy mucles envelope his hooves, squeezing and pulling, trying to drag him down towards her crop. Her tongue quests down his fur, matting everything down with spit as she tries to press him inward.

22:02 < -> Argyle is now known as Argyle|AFK

22:04 Seaward_Skies squeaks, this time in sudden fear as he watches himself start to disappear down the formel's throat. Already he can see the bulges his rear hooves are making, and he tries desperately to kick them, but they're held too tightly by the crushing heat to do anything but twitch slightly. "W-wait, no! I thought..." he tries, but trails off as the lapping tongue tickles and teases him.

22:10 Serilde snorts at his cries, knowing that she had already told him exactly what she had planned. Steadily she creeps down his legs till her tongue once again brushes against his plothole. This time, though, it mas much more sinister as her sharp beak edges squeeze against his flanks and her hooked tooth digs into his back. One of her talons gently strokes across the wing it was holding, trying to calm her meal.

22:15 Seaward_Skies shudders, already picturing those edges slicing into his softer flesh, that wicked hook piercing and tearing... But they don't, simply pressing gently into him, a threat of what might be, as the claw runs up and down his wing, making him relax despite himself, despite the fact that his hindlegs all the way up to his thighs are jammed into a griffon's gullet. His cries are reduced to soft, helpless whimpers, and though he keeps struggling al l he can do is squirm impotently in her grip.

22:15 < -> Argyle|AFK is now known as Argyle

22:22 Serilde runs her tounge up and down the insides of his rump cheeks a couple more tims before swallowing again, drawing the tips of his wings and the start of his belly into her greedy maw. His bulge ends as it reaches her chest and he can feel his hooves pressing against the soft slimy lining of an internal sack. Based on how deep he is and his knowledge of griffon anatomy he should know where he's headed. Her claws continue to scritch and massage, grageful for such a cooperative littel fish.

22:27 Seaward_Skies bites his lips, still struggling but starting to pray that his journey is going to stop here, that he'll curl up in her crop where he'll be safe for at least a little while. Where maybe it's still one long, terrible joke, or at least he can bargain and plead in safety... But as the stroking continues, clearly meant to sap his will to struggle and doing its job well, a part of him is sure that he's going to end up far deeper...

22:35 Serilde gulps again and now his wings are secure to his sides, and so she releases one of her claws, instead choosing to rub at the bulge he was making in her crop and purring loudly. He could feel the soft pressure on his curling hind legs creeping up and down. His feathers were sopping and laydened with hot drool which warms his very core.She's reaching his chest now and soon the wings will be all the way donw taht yellow beak.

22:41 Seaward_Skies can feel himself overheating, beads of sweat forming under his coat that soak into the blue fur and add another layer of almost musky salt to his flavour. His drool-soaked, slick legs are gently massaged, staying in the crop but each downward push of that soft pressure makes his whimper, fearing that his hooves will be pulled back into the tight tube and into the formel's belly. The hook of her beak nudges and nicks at his chest furr, and h e redoubles his pitiful attempts to squirm free. "W-wait... Please..."

22:43 < OriginHarmony> (Is this ending the way I think it is? :p )

22:44 < Seaward_Skies> (I have no idea)

22:44 < Seaward_Skies> (Honestly, I'm as uncertain as you are ;) )

22:45 < OriginHarmony> (Oooo~)

22:45 < ZeroItamae> (Knowing Gyro's preferences I'd think so, but who knows!)

22:47 < -> MiniDusk is now known as Dusk

22:50 Serilde shakes her head as her beak closes up over his wings as her tongue quests to find the new layers of salt coating over his body, which is rather quickly being replaced by a heavy layer of spit. She can tasty his salted caramel flavor and shuts her eyes, instead of watching the stallion's final descent as he is slowly taken in. Her fishy stalliony breath now wafts into range of his snout as she breathes out.

22:55 Seaward_Skies screws up his nose, trying to block out the scent which, in moments, is going to be all he ever smells. The heat inches up his body as he lifts his chin, doing his best to prolong his descent, but as he whimpers out one final, desperate "no..." the beak closes over his muzzle, and another heavy swallow pulls him all the way inside her, claiming him. All that's left of the pegasus is a few scattered blue feathers, and the squirming bulge fil ling out the formel's throat.

23:01 < OriginHarmony> (Ded)

23:01 Serilde feels the stallion nearing his final moments in the outside world and turns her beak skyward giving him one final glimps of the sun as the tongue slathers over his face and presses into his mouth like a half kiss. Suddenly the beak snaps closed, sealing him in darkness and that friendly tongue roughly shoves his snout to the back of her throat and then with a gulp he's sealed away. The formel relaxes and strokes the bulge, purring happily as she feels him slowly settle down into her crop. "That was a very tasty fish~" SHe comments, smacking her beak.

23:05 Seaward_Skies makes small, soft sounds of panic, half curled up and half bent around the curve of her chest, pressed on all sides by the slimy walls of the crop that start to tighten and knead him, as though he's a fish that needs tenderising. After a moment, feeling the stroking of her claws from outside, he glances up in the darkness. "P-please... A-are you going to bring me back up?"

23:08 Serilde snorts at his question and slowly gets to her feet. She wasnt going to dignify that with a response, fish didnt get a say in that after all. Instead she brings her talon up to stroke over the bulge once more before dropping through the cloud at a plumet, heading back towards the beach where the other rather large fish lay.

23:08 < OriginHarmony> (Welp)

23:12 Seaward_Skies tries to start struggling again at that snort, but the constant kneading and the sudden drop stun him back into stillness, and by the time Serilde has come across the harpoon again, all the can manage to do is squirm just enough to make the bulge shift a little on her chest.

23:16 Serilde lands hard down next to the harpoon, jostling her wiggling bulge and making her oof with the impact. She purrs at his movements after the intial landing, pushing the bulge around as she looks over the massive fish he'd caught. "My fish had just caught a really nice keeper of a tuna it seems~" She hums, begining to pull the fish off the harpoon and then kicking the weapon out into the sea. The creature was over half the size of a pony, and smelled quite tasty.

23:18 Seaward_Skies doesn't say anything, too worn out by his struggle to even protest when he feels her chucking something away, something he would assume is his harpoon. All he does now is pant, disorientated, his nostrils filled with the mingling smells of fish and his own cum, plastered all over his belly and kept moist by Serilde's saliva~

23:22 Serilde gives a happy scree and licks across the scaled form of the fish. Her mouth drips with salival at the flavor. "One fish for now and one fish for later I guess~" She purrs, knowing only one will fit in her crop. Opening her beak wide she begins to gulp on the form. Moments later, its thick slippery head would push and poke against skis's head, putting pressure on his body and begining to shove it out of the tube.

23:25 Seaward_Skies looks up as he hears swallowing, hearing the formel's words but not really understanding them. He cringes, not wanting to have to share this cramped space with his catch, and finds that he doesn't have to; the pressure of the fish pushing from above is enough to make his rear hooves slip into the tightness that is the passage to Serilde's stomach. He goes still as he realises, then tried desperately to push himself back , keep himself from going any further in. "No! Wait, don't eat that fish, I'm slipping!"

23:28 < OriginHarmony> (Into the fire)

23:29 Serilde gulps hard on the fish, pushing it down with her claws as it encoutners the resistance of the pony within her crop. THe meal becomes much slower now as she has to shove hard as her tube opens up to steadily consume the entrapped pony. His commotion and shoving only serves to push himself faster towards the formel's belly as the fish doesnt budge in the slightest. The heavy scent frdom is catch overwhelms the chamber, even drowning out the scent of his own cum as he flais against everything.

23:33 Seaward_Skies feels the crop, and the throat below, contract as it pulls the fish in, and pushes him out, his flailing only making him slip in the slick walls. Already his rump is sliding into the tightness, his hooves pushing through an almost crushing sphincter and into the foul, humid chamber that is her stomach.

23:40 Serilde slurps on the fishes tail now before giving a loud gulp and sealing that down inside as well. Soon the fish is all the way inside and pressing tightly against what remained of the stallion in her crop, but constant tugging of her second throat was pulling him down further into her stomach, despite the fish no longer proficing pressure. Serlide lays down in some nearby shade, watching as her stomach slowly bulges out and stretches with teh form of her meal.

23:43 Seaward_Skies whimpers louder than he has before, jamming his forehooves to either side of him, but as his neck sinks into the throat his hooves slip, leaving them stuck above his head. And soon, as he starts to curl up in the hot, churning belly, his hooves twitch uselessly before they too are pulled out of her crop, the stallion squirming with all the strength he has left as he's forced almost fetal in her belly, his muzzle pushed between his hindlegs.

23:44 < OriginHarmony> (Annnnd there we go)

23:47 Serilde slowly rubs her claw over the bulge in her stomach as it fleshes out, closing her eyes as she feels the stallion inside fill her up full. The air inside her belly is hard to breath and stinks of acid and former meals, and the liquid exuding from the walls doesnt give any indication that its freindly as it slowly pools at the bottom of her stomach. "Two lovely fish, one for lunch and one for dinner, this has been a very sucessful afternoon~" She comments as she massages skies's form.

23:51 Seaward_Skies can feel the acid soaking into his fur, making the skin beneath tingle, already coughing a little as it fills the air. He's lightheaded, but keeps wriggling, feeling her claws trace over his bulge as she rests. "Y-you can't..." he gasps, feeling the walls knead acid deeper into him, the stomach starting to compress around him, the young pegasus reduced to nothing but food for the formel~

23:52 < Serilde> (Is that him passing out?)

23:52 < Seaward_Skies> (Not quite. Next post)

23:55 Serilde smiles as she feels the bulge slowing down its movements and then brings her other claw to knead the tingling fluid into his coat as the stomach squeazes and churns around him, excreting even more of its destructive juices. The formel finally breaks as she hears his desperate plea and leans her beak down to the moving bulge. "There is nothing against me eating a fish, even one so large as yourself" She says, keeping up the fantasy till the very end.

23:58 Seaward_Skies whines, trying to protest, but the air is somehow both thick and thin, and as Serilde adds her claws to the kneading and everything becomes mad sensation, the pegasus slumps down, going still, letting the formel break him down like the fish he is.

00:04 Serilde pass feels her gut finally go still and then stops stroking it nearly as hard as her stomach goes to work. In the warm shade the formel finds herself falling asleep as the blood rushes down to her stomach to help process the stallion. As she sleeps the stallion is entirely reduced to a nutricous chyme that nourishes her, and then the tuna is processed as well, shrinking her crop and then subsequently shrinking her belly. It isnt until the next evening that the formel recovers from her food coma, though she's put on quite a few extra pounds she'll have to work off. Feeling a pressure in her chest she trots out into the surf and begins to hack, looking like she's going to vomit. Finally after an extended coughing session, a blue and chestnut ball of fur feather and scales mixed with an unrecognizable mass of fish bones and crush bones splashes from her beak into the water. It lingers in the sand for less than a minute before the waves pull it out to see, to never be fournd again. With nary another thought of her meal, the formel takes off to the sky, going about her normal businiess.