The Three Bar Challenges

23 May 2017

22:28 Seaward Skies sways a little on his stool, a mug of cider at his hoof and a slow flush in his cheeks. The pegasus is sitting in one of the gryphon-dominated bars, casting his eyes around the assembled crowds, picking out the most attractive specimens, though he doesn't make a move to approach any of them. he just sips at his drink and enjoys the buzz, along with the musky heat of so many feathered bodies packed into the tight space

22:33 Serilde had been eyeing the pegasus all evening. He was pretty brave to come all the way out here, and with her mind slightly addled from alcohol she couldnt help but approach him. She gets right up next to him, approaching from the front and grins down at him as he sits in his stool. She takes a deep breath, inhaling his scent and eyeing up the little stallion like one might a piece of meat, and yet she doesnt say anything.

22:41 Seaward Skies smiles back up at the formel, at least at first, returning her initial pleasant expression. As she sniffs at him and stares without a word, his own smile slips, until he's shifting on the stool with creased brows, biting at his lip. "Can I help?" he says at last, to break the silence; she's certainly one of the more attractive gryphs in the bar, but there's something about the way she looks at him that sets the pegasus on edge. In a mixed sort of way.

22:46 Serilde seems satisfied as he speaks, but rather than return with words, she leans down to his snout and extends out her tongue. The warm slippery muscle is coated with drool that had begun to pool on it, and that drool is soon smeared into the bridge of the stallion's nose as he licks her tongue all the way up to his mane. The thick drool runs down to the nares upon his snout, giving him a wiff of her stale meaty breath. Meanwhile the formel smacks her beak a couple times, contemplating his flavor. While the stallion is stunned, she leans her beak over to her ears and whispers, "You're going to be in my belly by the end of the night~I do so love the taste of pony, and you my friend seem no different."

22:52 Seaward Skies doesn't seem to react to the lick, save for an instinctive scrunch of his nose at the pressure; alcohol has taken a good chunk of his reaction time, and the utter bewilderment at the motion keeps him all but paralysed for a long moment. When the tongue swirls into his mane he jerks back, but not fast enough to avoid a glimpse into the beak itself, or the hushed words that are hissed into a twitching ear. That makes him freeze all over again, wide eyes looking up at her from over cheeks that flush darker than before. He swallows hard and glances to the bartender, then into the crowd, sure that he can't have heard what he thinks he did. There's no reaction from either direction, so he leans back on the stool and clears his throat. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

23:00 Serilde smirks at the stallion as he pulls back, an open beaked smirk that allows him to see down into her deep maroon gullet which quivers, ending in a black pit at the very back. Once he finishes his query she puts a talon down against his snout and swirls the warm drool down against the tip. "I'm a fair lady though. I'll give you a couple of chances in order to prove yourself worthy of walking out that door...but if you try without it though, well..." she grabs one of his chips off of the counter and slips it inot her beak. There's a quick gluck as the large potato travels down her gullet. "I wonder little pony, do you happen to like fish?~ She then turns to the bartender and flags him down. "Can you get us one mega pheonix fish? This stallion here wants to go for the challenge~ How daring huh? Dont think we've ever seen a nongryphon make it through that firey meal~"

18:08 Seaward Skies averts his eyes from her beak, looking over to the bartender with eyes wide, as if he can communicate with nothing more than a look. Not that it would be particularly useful; there's little chance that, with the formel smearing drool across the stallion's nose, the bartender has failed to realise what might be going on here, and he doesn't seem inclined to step in. So Seaward clears his through with a cough, playing along with her. At least for the time being, he tells himself. After all, it's not as if he's tempted to see just how serious she is. No, not at all. "You know the mega phoenix isn't all it's hyped up to be, right?" he says, forcing his voice to be level, conversational, as he swivels on his stool and tries to ignore the strange fluttery feeling in his belly. "I've had hotter."

18:14 Serilde grins wide at him and relaxes back down onto her stool, nodding her head along. "Oh? Is that so?" She then glances her eyes over at teh champion board and then back to him. "I dont rather see you up there at all. We'll just see how well you cna hold up to your bluff~" She coos, swishing her tail back and forth. Soon enough there is a plate of fried fish brought before the pegasus, covered in a greenish orange sauce that soaks deep into the batter that coats them. The scent itself is enough to clear out one's naisal passages as the bit of capsaisin hovers in the air around them. "Well then~ Go on, we're all eager to see you go through with it."

18:21 Seaward Skies pulls the plate towards him; the stink of it is powerful, enough to make his nose twitch, but his life may be quite literally depending on his finishing this meal. No time for hesitation or caution. "I never said I'd had it, but I hang around a lot, and I've spoken to the people who have, and everything I've heard tells me that I've had spicier stuff." And it's true, at least in part; he's gulped down some ridiculous things in his time, usually while on a run ashore with fellow crewmates back in his navy days. The caveat is that he's never eaten something so hot in quite as much [b]quantity[/b]. But he's sure he's up for the challenge! Especially given the way Serilde's soft voice, murmuring right into his ear in an intimate and yet strangely impersonal way, makes his spine tremble. With hooves that he steadfastly refuses to let shake the stallion scoops up a forkful of fish and chews on it. His face betrays nothing.

18:26 Serilde watches the bartender place a glass of clear liquid in front of the stallion, ice cold, to accompany his meal. Ah yes, that had to be the pepper vodka, provided to help wash down the fish. They werent /that/ cruel after all. The formel's tail wiggles behind her as she watches him take the first bite and then nods approvingly. "Well then, you at least made ti past the first bite it seems. I've seen people crumble at this stage. Still, plenty more to go, just think about that prize you'll get for making it all the way through~" She coos, and then takes a sip of her own drink, sending the harsh whiskey down her gullet. She grabs one of her own potatoe wedges and chases it.

18:32 Seaward Skies doesn't actually think the first bite is all that bad; spicy, sure, but not in an unmanageable way, more of a semi-pleasant numbness tingling at his tongue and lips. He picks up a second load, larger than the first, and is just setting it in his open mouth when [b]OHDEARGODSIT'SALLINTHEAFTERTASTE![/b]

He freezes in place for a second, a second of shuddering pain, eyes wide and moistening, before he forces the pain down and levers the second mouthful in, chewing as fast as he can and swallowing a chunk of fish that's still half intact. It may not be the spiciest thing he's ever had, but there's a hell of a lot more of it to go. He pushes on, trying to cut off all sensation to his mouth. The cold glass goes ignored; unless it's a glass of milk, it'll just make things worse!

18:39 Serilde sticks a talon out into the stallion's plate and dredges up a little bit of the sauce, before licking it off of her talon. She tastes the warm earthy scent almost immidiately, followed by the powerful burn of the substance in the after taste as it runs down her throat. Still, if one were to look up at the winners board, they would certainly find her mug plastered on it. "Hmmm very lovely today~" She says as she watches his expression and his tearing eyes. "You know, there's no shame in giving up. You'll still have 2 more chances you know~ Maybe you can win in the other two~ Or maybe I get to use the remainder of the sauce to spice you up a bit."

18:47 Seaward Skies shakes his head at that; damn her, he's GOING to finish this if it kills him! Another mouthful, chewed up and swallowed so fast it's as if he hopes to get it down before it touches his tastebuds. And it's not just pride spurring the stallion on; three chances to prove himself, has to succeed at two of them? Well he's racking up points early, because he doubts her challenges are going to get any easier. [sub]He almost hopes they don...[/sub] [b]That[/b] thought is shut down fast! No, just scoop and swallow... It pays off, for soon he's down to half, then less than half, just a few bites of fish left though his stomach growls and groans in full out industrial action at its treatment. "Better...use it to...spice yourself up..." he gasps, shovelling what's left into one massive forkful, and shoving it into a red maw as his eyes stream tears.

18:52 Serilde watches in quite a bit of amazement as the pegasus manages to power through the dish, feeling a little more unsure about her challenges now. She better make she that they're tough enough for the stallion to not manage to get through the other two. The formel has quite the look of displeasure on her face as he puts down the last piece of fish, leaving just the glass of vodka on the table now. But if he'd managed the others...well that probably would be no problem unless he cant keep it all down. She could see the stallion's stomach bulging some with all the meat packed deep into it. "Well well well, thats pretty impressive for a pony." She then whistles to the bartender and points towards her charge. "Looks like he's going to do it afterall. Get this pone a T-shirt."

18:59 Seaward Skies reaches for the glass with a quivering hoof; his mouth burns, his stomach is swollen, and his nose and eyes are both leaking. And yet he feels a swell of triumph as he lifts the glass and, with a single swallow, knocks the vodka back. At first it looks as though he might not make it, with bulging cheeks and a hoof held in front of his mouth. A second swallow makes sure everything stays put. "Fuck the T-shirt," he says in a thick voice. "Put my name up on the wall and let me walk home, I think I've earned it." He flashes a shaky, sauce-stained smile at Serilde.

19:03 Serilde clenches her beak as he finishes up everthing and then at his demand, her talon extends to pat his head patronizingly. "Not yet I'm afraid. You've still got to make it an hour before you've officially completed the challenge. Cant have you getting halfway home and then puking your guts out. Besides, I think you also get a free drink now, on the house, whatever you'd like." She grabs one of the napkins from the bar and holds it out to the stallion. Then she leans a little closer to him and says, "Plus, you dont want to leave befor eyour other challenges do you? I mean...I could just consider you forfiet if you want."

19:07 Seaward Skies rolls his eyes as he accepts the napkin, dabbing at his mouth. He's about to say what he wants when she speaks over him, her body moving close enough that he can pick out the individual feathers, smell her warm scent even over that of the bar. "You're not actually serious about all of that, are you?" he says, before turning to the barman and ordering a lemonade for his stomach. "Look, you've had your fun, you got a pony up on the board, thanks for that by the way, but it's time to start being serious, don't you think?"

19:11 Serilde shrugs her shoulders and gestures towards the door. "Well then, if you test the seriousness of my claims well go ahead and walk right out that door." She grabs the plate and begins to scoop the remaining sauce into an empty cup. It only fills about a quarter of a tumblr, but it'll be enough. The gryphon then turns back towards her drink and finishes off the rest of her whiskey. She steps off her stool and faces her rump towards him. She gives a casual flick of her tail, allowing him to get a glimpse of what lays dow below. "You cant tell me you dont want some of this though. I've got a private room already~"

19:16 Seaward Skies slides down from his own seat, lemonade in hoof. His eyes move towards the door, but he doesn't step away. There's something about this gryphon, something in the way she speaks, that puts him on edge. A sense of quiet confidence that could be put on, but feels all too genuine. And the way the bartender smirks while he washes a glass doesn't inspire confidence that this is all just a joke. Of course that would put the pegasus in something of a bind. If he does try to walk away he gets pounced. The only other option is to follow Serilde into the private room, and as much as that little glimpse under her tail sets his heart to racing and dries his mouth, he isn't stupid enough to think that being alone with a formel who's apparently willing to make a meal of him is a smart move. But damnit, his chest is getting warm, and he can feel the pulsing of blood between his hindlegs, a swaying that his tail moves to hide. [sub]And he is interested to see just how serious she might be...[/sub] "You, uh... You have one now?" he asks.

19:23 Serilde hears his query and turns her head around, perking up to meet the stallions gaze with a grin upon her beak. She brushes her tail away even more deliberately this time, allowing him to clearly see her drooling pink triangle before its covered again. In one talon she clutches the glass of sauce. Her tail then gives a flick indicating for the stallion to follow her. "Yes, that I do. I always pick one up on nights where I get the urge to sample the local flavor~" She responds in a manner that might make one question just which version is supposed to be the second meaning. Once she's sure he's in tow, she leads him all the way up the stairs to a back room. Its pretty bare except for a bed and a nightstand. "And here we are."

19:27 Seaward Skies didn't actually [b]mean[/b] to follow, flashed by her rump or not, but the moment he asked the question he was in her thrall, for want of a better word. Whether he knew it or not. He swallows as he's lead up the stairs, throat and mouth both dry. "You're not from around here, then?" he says. Better to talk than to think of what he might be walking into, what his stupid libido and his treacherous hooves won't let him walk away from.

19:32 Serilde closes the door behind him, but curiously she doesn't lock it. THe formel nods at his question. "Yep, I hail from the griffon kingdom proper, though I've found myself doing much around equestria for the last couple of years. So tell me, Skies, are you one for us gryphons? Its not often that I get someone so interested in me from your species." She circles around in front of the door, blocking off his egress.

19:32 < Serilde> (Hmmm what sorts of other challenges?)

19:33 < Seaward Skies> (Good question... The final one is probably "Don't cum while I'm eating you" or something :p)

19:39 Seaward Skies tenses as she steps behind him, between his rump and the door. The soft creak of shifting floorboards is enough to set his fur on end, to make him turn and look at her, shifting his weight onto one hip. "I'd have thought being in this bar would've given that away," he says. "I'm guessing you have a, uh...a thing for ponies?" Damn, but being in here with her, away from the relative security of the bar proper, has him on edge and turned on at the same time. To think that she could do anything, and his only defence to call for help... The shiver that runs through him this time is not entirely unpleasant, and he can feel his sheath open, cock tasting the open air.

19:47 Serilde sets the cup of sauce down on the end table and then responds with a beaky smile. "Of course I do, though I admit, a little bit of a kick," she gestures towards the cup, "makes you all the more enjoyable. And you guys can be pretty vigorous in the sack too." Serilde steadps forward once more and then gestures towards the bed, herding him that way in the cramped room. "You know I can smell just how much you're enjoying this too. Its part of the fun isnt it? Being left with someone who could easily be soooo dangerous~ But I am a formel of my word, and I'll make sure you have fun whichever way this goes down."

19:51 Seaward Skies flashes her a very uncertain smile, shuffling backwards until his rump plops onto the bed. Whichever way this goes down... The words simultaneously send a flash of cold fear into his chest and a rush of heat into his loins. In his mind's eye he can see the beak before him again, cranking open, showing off the pink tongue and the dark, throbbing gullet behind~ His forehooves find the bedsheets and twist into them. "I know how it must look, but if you're really serious about... It's just fantasy, you know? I'm not so stupid that I'd actually [b]want[/b] it..." But this close, the smell of arousal must be almost choking to her, the stallion's cock swelling and stiffening between his legs.

19:57 Serilde grins wider still and then opens her beak wide, as if yawning, letting him stare down the glistening pink tube once more while her eyes glace downat his crotch, wating to see the tell tail twitching of a pony who is enjoying things quite a bit more than he's letting himself let on. Her tongue then snakes out and licks over his snout again, adding a new layer of the fishy drool before it plunges into his mouth, silencing his protests. Her wings flare slightly and then drape around him, much like a hawk when they've managed to take down a prey. She keeps the kiss for a full minute, forcing her tongue down the back of his throat, before breaking it, leaving a drool strand linking them for a moment.

20:03 Seaward Skies bites his lip at the sudden view, plucked straight from his imagination and made real. Thick drool, pointed tongue, gullet that twitches in welcome to him... His cock throbs before his forehooves move to cover it and he averts his gaze, which is why the lick to his snout makes him gasp and the deep, invasive kiss has him struggling for a few second. At least until the beak closes with him and the wings wrap around his smaller form, hiding him from nonexistent watchers. Another few seconds pass before he accepts it, leaning towards the formel. Her chest feathers tickle against his fur, primaries stroking him, his mouth filled with the taste of her tongue and his nose filled with her heavy scent. That pointed muscles pushes past the barrier of his own gullet and as the minute passes he starts to twitch, barely able to breath around her, pitching forward to break the drool strand and bury his nose in her chest when the kiss finally ends. He wants to say something to try and belay the smugness he knows she must feel, but nothing comes...

20:13 Serilde wraps a talon gently behind the back of his head and holds him there against her breast where he can feel her beating heart thumping before him. She offers up a deep rumbling purr that can be felt into his form while her talons move up and downt his back in a lovely embrace, and yet the way the sharp points scraped lightly across the skin kept him reminded over her power. "There there, thats a good pony indeed. Now though, I think its time we discuss your next challenge, shouldnt we? And remember, you're free to forfeit any time~" She reaches a talon down to grasp around his shaft before giving it a couple soft tugs against the flesh. "Now then, I want to know if you can manage to get me to orgasm before you manage to cum." The formel grasps against him and rolls him down onto his back, leaving her sitting squarely on his hips. Her marehood drools down against his quivering shaft, adding its own lovely scent ot the air, showing just how much she was enjoying this too.

20:23 Seaward Skies knows very well what the penalty for forfeiting must be, and despite the almost motherly embrace that she holds him in the very core of his self wants to push her away, to beg and plead. Pride keeps that impulse at bay, as well as the pragmatic knowledge that it wouldn't help, and the mind-numbing effect of a set of claws closing around his malehood. So he doesn't resist as she pushes him over and settles herself atop him, nor when her slit presses at the base of his cock, fragrant fluids making it slick. But there's another fear deep inside of the stallion; those little tugs were enough to make him quiver all the harder. How in the world is he supposed to last long enough to satisfy her? Flat teeth dig into his own lip; self control is hard when you're feeling this small and vulnerable and achingly horny. Just hold out a little while, she can't have that much stamina after teasing him like this, surely...

20:34 Serilde settles herself back onto the shaft with the ease of someone very practiced from this position. She catches the tip of his shaft first try without even looking and steadily eases herself down around the length, shuddering as the shaft rubs up against her sensitive nub and fills out her insides, spreading the tunnel wide. In seconds she's settled all the way down to his hilt while her plush walls squeeze and roll over the thick member. She locks eyes with him, and lets out a deep breath, but she was no where near as flush as the little pegasus looked beneath her. She licks her beak and then after getting settled pulls up for the the first time, taking his shaft out at a full stroke and bringing a shiver to her form. "Oooh its been too long~"

20:40 Seaward Skies 's lips pull back as his ears flatten. Oh, damn, she's good... Better even than he'd expected. And she's on top, in control; a formel like this has to know how to get a stallion going without pushing herself too far. This was a bad idea. A terrible, terrible idea and his eyes shout the contradiction within his mind, the near-paralysing dread of what he knows is going to happen warring with the sheer ecstasy of having an experienced, feathered love riding his shaft. Royal blue wings are draped across the bed, the feathers giving little twitches as she rises and falls, her folds sliding along his full length. "Then don't... don't go too fast~" he says around what he hopes is a sly smile, though in truth it must look as fake as it feels. "Let's not finish things too q-quiiiick~"

20:56 Serilde grins down at the stallion and rims her beak with her tongue. "Oh dont worry, I assure you as long as my partner is up to the task, then I can last a long time. In fact, many of my partners have to finish me off after they've had theirs~" She coos, and with that, her rump pushes back down once more, sliding back down over his drooling shaft and drawing a shiver from her form. Then she pulls back again, soon enough falling into a steady rhythm as the warm tunnels clench around his shaft. hot juices dribble down his shaft to run over his heavy orbs as they run against the bed. Positioned on top as she ways, the formel could control just how much pressure she recieved against her fleshy nub practically ensuring that while she worked to give her stallion as much pleasure as she could, she'd be able to hold off as long as it takes.

21:03 Seaward Skies tips his head back grinding it against the rough sheets. He pushes deep into her, blessed with an equine's typical length and girth, already letting loose a thick stream of precum from the first moment her nethers touch back down at his hips and leave a sticky kiss on his fur. "That doesn't.... Oooooh, fuck meeeee~" he groans. Her movements are slick, fluid, at a pace that has him squirming beneath her at the rising sensations, the creeping pressure in his groin. The smell of her sex fills the air with a hot scent that makes the pegasus even more eager for it, even as he tries to push down on his pleasure, to keep any thoughts of the formel's plans for him off of his mind. He should be terrified, the very idea of it should leave him flaccid and curled up in a corner, but any stray image that leaks into his head only pushes him harder towards the edge, his cock hot and his hooves either twisting the sheets or pressing against Serilde.

21:11 Serilde picks up her pace, falling into a much harder rhythm now, and even she cant hold back the moans as the plush walls inside of her bulge out from his thick shaft, which pushes deep inside of her. Each time the medial ring runs against her nub it brings a shudder and a gasp from her beak. Her claws sit on his wing feathers and flex on them, much like that of a cat, leaving them ragged beneath her while the points burrow little holes in the sheets. The formel's tail lashes behind her as she feels the rush of pleasure while she pants, open beaked at the stallion. An open beak, that once again puts his minds eye front and center with reality as he can stare up inside of her.

21:17 Seaward Skies looks up, catches a glance of that beak and closes his eyes against with a shudder. But the damage is done; even in the shadows cast by the room's single light, the beak is wide and glistening, tongue moving like a serpent with each pant and moan from the formel. It conjures up images within the pegasus' mind, images that are all the more vivid behind closed eyes; watching that beak descend upon him from above, or watching as his hindlegs slide into it. The bulge his form would make under her feathers, the way her throat must feel like her pussy down, but all around him... His eyes snap open, drawn to the beak once more, cock pulsing hard as her hips bounce against him and the slick, tight walls of her sex slip and slide over his own, and with his eyes still locked on her open maw his spine arches, hips jerking, hot cum splattering into her as the wave of hot sensation ripple out from his crotch. All the while he can feel the dread in his mind; he lost.

21:26 Serilde has her eyes closed as she pants hard, completely unaware of the thoughts and sensations running through that of her little morsel. What she does notice though, is the sudden sensation of hot cum welling up inside of her as her partner shudders beneath him. She keeps at the same pace she was before, trying to get her self to where she needs to be in order to reach her own peak while stallion's warm cum floods up into her. She gives another loud moan of pleasure and then stares down at he charge, licking her beak. "You know, you lost, but do try and hold out long enough to get me out there, unless you'd rather burry our muzzle back there instead." She says breathily and between pants. She's near, but probably wont reach her own peak until a fair bit after the stallion subsides.

20:31 Seaward Skies is all but lost in a tide of raw sensation; her movements, not quite as fluid as before, keep her folds stroking around a shaft that's alight with nerve endings firing all at once, the pleasure turning almost painful, so that his eyes defocus and his hips push up. He almost finds himself pushed over into a consecutive orgasm but his stamina isn't quite what it used to be, and even as his conscious mind senses the danger and tries to keep him up and pleasuring the formel his shaft sags, going limp within her. "I... Mmm, damit I can't keep it up..." he squeaks from beneath her. "Please stop...just for a minute, give me an-nother chance..."

20:40 Serilde had turned her own motions more towards pleasuring herself than getting him off a second time, and her motions manage to get her just to the cusp, but not quite there as the shaft begins to soften and lose its usefulness. She glares down at the stallion and lets out a loud groan. "Oh shush and be a dear and get a formel off would you? But dont worry, you'll have one last chace to you yet." The large gryphon shifts around on his body, pulling off and letting his cum drizzle down on his own fur. Soon enough her rump is right in front of his face as she lowers herself down upon his muzzle, letting the folds squelch around his snout.

20:46 Seaward Skies winces as she pulls away, and his limp cock splats down against his heaving belly, followed soon after by the dribbles of his own seed, diluted by her juices. He swallows as she shimmies upward, trailing droplets of thick fluid along him, until her sex is hovering just above his nose, filling it with the hot, earthy fragrance of herself and the distinctive scent of cum. And then the lips come down, pressing against his snout for a second before they open up around him, accepting the first inch of his muzzle into the warmth of her nethers. The stallion laps at her, sucking air through the sides of his mouth and blowing it out through his nose while his tongue, wide and rough, plays with her, tasting their mingled arousals, forehooves clutching at her rump...

20:55 Serilde shudders around his muzzle as faint contractions squeeze around his form, letting the stallion know just how close she was to actually going over her peak as his rough tongue and warm air play over her sex. A loud feral moan escapes her beak as she begins to move up and down upon him, using his muzzle like a toy and forcing it deeper inside of her with each jolt of her hips, up to a point anyways. His eyes are just about pressed against her flesh when another loud cry rings out from her beak and the contractions grow ever stronger, grasping hard against his face and tugging, but unable to stretch any further. The gryphon's claws grasp into the bed, tearing at the sheets as she calls out. Waves of pleasure roll through her body and a squirt of juices blasts upon the stallion's face. "Keep going, keep going," she calls out through heavy pants.

21:03 Seaward Skies isn't doing much by this point, save try to snatch short breaths when his muzzle is least covered, as the formel hits the peak of each bounce. When she comes down, and he's clutch up to his eyes in gryphon pussy, all he can do is hold his breath, eyes squeezed shut, and hope that it won't take too much longer for her to reach her own climax. So the tightening around him, and the breathy moans and cries from above, give him a little reassurance even as the room starts to spin around him and his tail makes a few limp beats against the bed. Already his hooves are patting at Serilde, the hind of his brain taking over control and instinctively trying to free his nose and mouth, for all the good it's likely to do. The one thing he can do, in the midst of all this, is work his jaw, opening and closing his teeth behind sealed lips, making himself a girthier toy for the gryphon as she rides him.

21:15 Serilde cries out a second time, and then a little later a slurred third time, before collapsing forward upon the stallion as her eyes roll back in pleasure and fall closed. At least now Seaward could pull himself free while the gryphon lingered in her heavy bliss. Unfortunately for the pegasus though, her heavy weight still situated right down on top of him. He could stare into her netherlips and see them contracting before him, squirting out even more juices and cum onto his face while the heavy smell of her arousal is all that can be sensed in the air. Serilde's tail lashes back and forth before him, flicking above his face and casting a dancing shadow. A low purr sounds formher chest, vibrating down into the formof the sticky stallion beneath her.

21:25 Seaward Skies gasps, sucking down a rattling gulp of cool air as he comes free with a slick squelch. His muzzle is coated with her, inundated with her scent and his, glistening in the dimness. He barely flinches at the warm rain that drips down onto his cheek, too relieved that he can breathe again to care. The purr, too, is music to his twitching ears; the stallion can't help but assume he's succeeded at the third task, and made up for his failure in the second. If she would just shift off of him, he'd leave there and then, but he supposes it isn't worth risking upset. He can linger for a while longer under such an attractive - if terrifying - formel. He doesn't even notice that, in the confusion and near-asphyxiation, his shaft has already started to plump up again.

21:44 Serilde finally begins to come to once more, falling out of her afterglow enough to roll onto her side so that she can glance back at the glistening stallion covered in a myriad of fluids. She lets out a hot breath, still breathing a bit quicker than usual from her excitement. Extending a quivering talon towards his muzzle she draws a line up underneath his chin. "Now then, thats one task passed, and one task failed...I wonder if you can manage to pass a third challenge. But first I must ask you, head or tails?" Her tail swishes behind him and catching his shaft out of the corner of her eyes she gives the length a quick lick. "I see you're still enjoying me, I think you even like the danger, that you might come back out of this encounter wearing me like a second skin~"

21:44 < Serilde> (Sorry about that one >.<

21:47 < Seaward Skies> (It's all right ^^)

21:50 Seaward Skies gives a gentle quivering himself, at the slow pinprick pressure of the talon as it carves through his fur. "You mean... But I thought that [b]was[/b] the third..." he starts, then blows a shaky breath through his nose; the rough hairs of that tufted tail scrape over his cock, hardening once more but still over-sensitive. Hardening because of the thought of... No! He shakes his head. "No, that's really not an appealing thought at all!" he says with a definite tone. But behind the stern words he's less sure of himself, the image of her beak coming back to his mind, the imagined sight of the bulge he'd make in her pale belly... He swallows, hoping she doesn't see, and rewinds a few seconds. "Anyway, what did you mean, head or tails?"

21:56 Serilde grins down at him and licks her beak. "Well, you see, its meal time now, and I wanna know if you want to watch the bulge you make in my belly, or have the sensation of my beak sliding over your head, letting you watch that tube close over you. It doesnt matter to me either way. However, I'm only going to call you food, food, if you show that you rather like the idea. I've seen you you quiver at the teasing~ Now, if you manage to last an hour in my crop without getting off, then perhaps you actually dont like the concept, but...well..I rather think you do~" She coos, and gives the shaft another soft tug before staring down at his face. She licks her beak and then reaches for the hot sauce, ready to apply what remains.

22:04 Seaward Skies twitches, shifting under her, but in such a position, with those talons in easy striking distance, he knows that struggling is only likely to earn him a quick slash. Maybe somewhere not vital, to learn him, or maybe across his throat to leave the formel with a lump of twitching meat. In either case... He doesn't [b]really[/b] want this, right? He can last an hour, surely, and then it's back up for a long, hot shower and reminder to bring his harpoon with him next time. "A-all right, just leave off the hot sauce, will you? It's bad enough that you're going to... Y'know, all of that, don't need to torture me as well..." He closes his eyes as he tries to think of which way is best to go down... Or maybe worst? He doesn't want to risk it being too pleasurable and risk some involuntary release from sensation alone, right? But the longer he thinks, picturing either possibility in his mind's eye, the harder his cock gets at the thoughts and imaginings, until he's pressing both forehooves against the treacherous organ, just as unable of answering as he was when she asked in the first place.

22:07 < Serilde> (one for heads)

22:07 < System> [user]Serilde[/user] rolls 1d2: [b]2[/b]

22:08 < Seaward Skies> (Now the question is, is it [i]literally[/i] tail first? :p)

22:08 < Seaward Skies> (Issue, though... Are we going to be able to get through it in an hour?)

22:09 < Serilde> (Probably not, should we pause before we start the noms?

22:09 < Seaward Skies> (I think so, aye)

22:09 < Seaward Skies> (Also... Toying with the idea of letting the formel keep him for a while ;p)

22:13 Serilde grins down at the stallion as she watches him continue to plump out while his hooves move down to cover his shaft. The formel laughs and tilts the jar of hotsauce onto his chest to mingle with the other juices. "No, I think you quite need it, it just enhances your flavor~" She coos, and then begins to slather it onto his fur. She's kind enough, at least, to only push it against his chest and belly, careful to give his shaft a wide berth. She then licks the sauce off of her digits and glances at his shaft once more. 'You know, I'v never had one get off to the thought /before/ vanishing down to my belly," the gryphon notes with a giggle. Her body shifts off of him towards his tail, which she then grasps and draws up towards her beak. He maybe could run if he wanted, but the gryphon would ensure consequences if he did. "Now then, since you never answered...I suppose I'll start with this. Once you're halfway in, I'll even take you over towards the mirror." grins down at the stallion as she watches him continue to plump out while his hooves move down to cover his shaft. The formel laughs and tilts the jar of hotsauce onto his chest to mingle with the other juices. "No, I think you quite need it, it just enhances your flavor~" She coos, and then begins to slather it onto his fur. She's kind enough, at least, to only push it against his chest and belly, careful to give his shaft a wide berth. She then licks the sauce off of her digits and glances at his shaft once more. 'You know, I'v never had one get off to the thought /before/ vanishing down to my belly," the gryphon notes with a giggle. Her body shifts off of him towards his tail, which she then grasps and draws up towards her beak. He maybe could run if he wanted, but the gryphon would ensure consequences if he did. "Now then, since you never answered...I suppose I'll start with this. Once you're halfway in, I'll even take you over towards the mirror."

21:49 Seaward Skies can feel the heat even through his fur, even before the formel rubs it into him and presses the sauce against his skin. Her laugh sets him on edge, oddly girlish for such a merciless predator, making more shivers run down his spine than he thought he could possess. "Well I'm sorry to have to disappoint you but you're not gonna have one this time, either! I expect an apology when you let me out, too!" His tail, golden brown and sweet-tasting, flicks in her grip, the hairs batting her beak. "Sure, like that'll make a difference..." But his gut is still rolling, knowing that he's going ass-first, that his legs are going to be up next to his head by the time he's in her slimy crop...

22:00 Serilde shrugs her shoulders and then draws a claw down his body till it grasps at his rump. SHe pulls it to her beak and lets out a hot humid breath of air that flows down over the his fur, disturbing it as she breathes out. The next inhale sets her beak watering as she smells the mix of hot sauce and musk that fumes from teh other's body. Finally her tone extends from her beak, finding itself just above his tail before moving its way between his hind legs to curl around his balls for a moment. She sucks upon them, and then widens her beak further still, pressing forward till the sharp edges of her maw caused trenches to appear in his butt.

22:10 Seaward Skies tries to be still, but can't help a nervous twitch and a kick on reflex, missing her head by a few centimetres at most. He cringes even as his leg moves, feeling her breath on him, then her tongue, and he makes a soft, whimpering moan when that tongue, hot and rough and oh so slimy, curls around his sack, toying with it, keeping him up and aroused while she draws his rump into her beak. Not that she needs to; just the feeling of her hot breath, her beak pressing into soft flesh, has him biting his lip, as thoughts of his own demise swirl around his head. He shouldn't like it, he [b]shouldn't[/b], but damn it he can't help himself, can't help the strange, twisted desires that feed on this moment. And for Serilde... His butt is plush and soft, wonderfully rich, the padded rump of a pegasus now gone to seed after years of hard discipline.

22:19 Serilde digs a digit into his flesh just shy of drawing blood as a warning about that kick, even as it slides harmlessly to the side of her face. Her tongue is questing over his body, pushing against the plump butt that she can feel has some density to it lingering down below the surface. Drool comes off like a torrent from her beak, dripping down his body and quickly ensuring that his nethers are saturated in the steadily oozing liquid. She guides his hind legs forward, forcing them to push out beside his barrel as the beak folds them. He can tell that Serilde is expending a not inconsiderable effort in getting him down, even as his flesh comes to rest against the quivering back of her throat. Each inhale causes the slimy flesh to squish against his own, while the exhale sends a stream of warm air flowing out over his twitching shaft.

22:28 Seaward Skies squeezes his eyes shut; here come the legs, as he'd expected, rotated upwards by both beak and claw, so that his cock presses up against his belly and chest, tail pulled into the throat, balls in the heat of her beak. Everything from his cutie mark down is covered in drool and the coating of it is only getting thicker the longer he stays here. Not that he'll be staying much longer; plump cheeks hit the bottom of her maw and press against tight flesh, flesh that's soon to give way to the crushing length of the formel's gullet. This is it. He's being eaten, [b]really[/b] eaten, and for the first time it kicks in. The pegasus starts to squirm, only very gently but his head seems to be spinning, everything seeming very surreal around him. He knows he can't make it. His cock is straining already, if he makes it to the crop he'll probably just blow his load there, and then Serilde will be right, he'll end up in her belly and... Ooooooh, gods, precum leaks from him even while he tries to figure out why that's getting him so damn [b]horny[/b] again!

22:38 Serilde finds herself absolutely enjoying the sensation of having her beak filled by the tense, wiggling morsel that streched her out to test her limits. It'd been a couple weeks since her last take, as any more frequently than that and it would arouse far too much suspicion. It was hard enough, as it was, at times, to avoid the consequences of her little habit she had here. Finally she's done resisting and takes her first swallow. The muscular ring opens while her face pushes forward, sliding his hind end down into her neck and streching the feathered flesh enough that the skin could be seen beneath while a grunt of effort vibrates up through her meal. She could see just how thick and pulsing he was as the tip stood a little past the end of her beak, but fortunately for the stallion, her tongue would find itself only able to reach his back. The saliva in her gullet is even thicker than it had been in her jaws as it soacks into his cutie mark. Meanwhile a talon streches along his back, scratching at the wings and gently guiding him inside. For all she was doing, she did seem rather intent on not harming him.

22:49 Seaward Skies risks a peek just as Serilde's throat tenses in anticipation for the first swallow, but the sight of her beak stretched wide around him, his cock already starting to disappear into it, has him closing them almost as soon as they'd opened, the pegasus biting hard on the inside of his cheek. The gullet relaxes, opens around his rump, his rear hooves twitching and making little kicks all the while, then he seems to just...slip in. Fiercer heat and thicker slime surrounds the curves of his ass, then the gullet tightens again to make him grunt. "Okay... O-okay, I think you made your point clear, maybe we can find some other way of making me useful? I'd h-hate to embarrass you when you have to spit me up, anyway..." He doesn't even know why he's bothering, it's not as if the formel can reply to him, and he has no illusions about her likelihood to listen to his transparent bluff, but a little part of him hopes, against all the evidence. He squirms, rocking himself back and forth in her, unable to make himself stop even as it becomes clear that he's only making himself slip in a little more...

20:15 Serilde grins as much as she can around the stallion as her gullet ripples around him, accepting his wigglings as an attempt to get into her faster. Her cheekes spread out with his toned rump while the beak folds the tail back up against his back. After that first gulp, he was deep enough now that the slippery flesh that lined the beak squished against the base of the throbbing shaft while her warm humid breath rushes up the rod, carrying with hit specs of drool. As if to answer his request she begins to purr in pleasure, sending a vibration that leaves her meal shaking while she drags her terrifying claws safely along his back. THe's managed to slip his wings between her jaws now, and a second gulp brings those down enough that they're trapped against his sides.

20:25 Seaward Skies shakes his head, still not daring to look, trapped in a world of darkness and sensation, but damnit that isn't helping much either! Now there's the odd disconnect between what he feels and what he knows, and his body feels the pleasant warmth and wetness all around him, the vibrations of the purring making his cock twitch in its fleshy prison, even the feeling of his wings being manhandled down and trapped against his sides carries the thrill of bondage. "E-enough," he says at last, feeling himself slipping down, trying to brace his forehooves against her beak. "Okay, enough! You've made your point, I said! Please, don't take this all the way! Just...spit me up! Here, outside, I don't care where, just stop this damn thing!"

20:32 Serilde notices his aversion towards glancing down towards her gaping jaws, and reaches a talon up to press a digit on his snout, digging in the sharp point just enough that he's forced to look down. As he meets her beak, she swallows loudly while forcing her beak to stay relaxed, resulting in a weak ripple that he could see in action around his steadily receding shaft. The stallion's orbs press down into the tight gullet along with the base of his shaft. Each ripple runs down the sensitive flesh like toy, pressing itself in and around the rod. After a few moments the only indication of here his hips are are through the large bulges in her feathers within her neck as she steadily climbs up towards his belly. Hot drool seeps into the feathers and matts the wings as he's left with the sensation of steadily being slid into a wet mummybag as his motions grow restricted. Serilde obviously has no intintion to stop until she's quite done.

20:39 Seaward Skies has his eyes closed all while his nose is forced down, but when the talon digs in even further he relents with a yelp, eyes snapping open to behold the scene presented to him; the sight, half-glimpsed through the obstructing beak, of his own blue rump vanishing once and for all through the mouth of a pink, hot tunnel. He gapes at first, but when the next visible swallow claims his balls the stallion lets out a high-pitched whimpering, his shaft jerking as a bubble of precum forms and drools over the edge to trickle down the length of him. That's not quite the last straw, but it breaks the pegasus' bravado, what little is left of it, and he leans back, pressing both forehooves as hard as he can against the beak, trying to ignore the feeling of wet heat creeping in rippling strokes up his stallionhood, or the sight of his own hind legs up beside his head. "Fine! Fine, you win! I can't take it much longer, I'm gonna lose and you're gonna swallow me down, and.... Oh Celestia, please, I don't it! Really! Please don't make me!"

20:46 Serilde chuckles around her meal from the sudden outburst, though his hooves upon her beak she's quick to grasp upon them. Her mouth works back and forth, wiggling to force it to expand around the two new hooves which she deliberately sandwhiches his member with. It takes two more gulps for those to be drawn deep enough into the throat that he's unable to gug them free, leaving her with a sense of self satisfaction. Her tail gently swishes behind her while one of her own claws twirl with the tuft of dark chestnut that hangs from his rump, which is steadily disapearing along with his lower half. The tip of her beak begins to slide up over Skies's own tip, making the warmth all the more present with each breath. Meanwhile she can taste some of his salty pre as it mixes with her drool. She knew her victory was in sight now and that shown in the greedy triumphant look in her eyes as she locks them with her prey.

20:57 Seaward Skies does his best to pull his hooves away from her talons, and then to pry them free from her gullet. His best isn't nearly good enough. The smooth keratin walls are easy to drag down, harder to pull back, and now pressed tight to either side of his pulsating shaft. He gives another desperate squirm, as if somehow it'll be different this time, then again, and again, all the while being slid bit by bit into the formel. He can feel it now, the mounting pressure in his length, the heat spreading through his belly; he looks down with a final plea on his lips only to meet those gluttonous eyes, gloating her victory at him, as self-satisfied as any predator he's ever read about and that's when it hits him at last. He tenses, muscles standing out in his jaw. This is it. His hind hooves start to kick from the ankle as his voice reaches a whining pitch. "No, no, nononononnnnnnNNGH!"

His head rocks back as the first rope, less opaque than before, spurts from him, coming down to land as the second pulse of his cock sends another watery length of seed into the air. It lands half on and half in Serilde's beak, the salty musky flavour splattering down over her tongue and leaving the yellow sheath stained with white. All the while the pegasus whimpers and squirms and feels his guts clench up; he's lost.

21:11 Serilde tenses up along with her prey as she feels what she expects to be another burst of a struggle, but instead feels a wave of tension rush through her prey. Ahh there it is. She'd know that he seemed to be a rather easy one, but it was rather rare for one of her prey to get off quite this soon. The warm seed drizzles down her tongue, drawing her own shudder whiel the stallions scent leaves her nethers flaring once more. Still though, she has to rub it in now, and she swipes the dripping bead off of her beak and raises it to the pegasus's lips, where she then smears the goop across it. Her claw then moves behind his head as she gives a gentle shove to make him settle just a tad deeper to get her point across. While she certainly didnt feel pity for the stallion, the formel had a hope that as much as he was enjoying this experience, he'd get another opportunity later down the line. Another wave of peristalsis and the tip of the shaft disapears into the gullet, while his rump reaches the formel's crop. It was empty it seemed, save for a small pool of alchol.

21:17 Seaward Skies is leaning back, eyes closed once more and mouth open in the afterglow when that cum-laden claw passes over his lips. He splutters at the taste of himself, spitting the seed out, but his lips are still smeared with it, and he can only wiggle impotently now, as that claw moves up to his head and presses, not only forcing him further down but smearing a little more cum into his mane. As if it matters, but the little indignity make him hiss. It doesn't take his mind of his impending fate, the writhing in his guts or the fact that his cock still hasn't gone down, erect as it passes into Serilde's gullet at last, and he feels looseness around his thick hindquarters. He's all to familiar with what that is, and there's a surge of stupid hope, that he'll stop there after all. Stupid, but no less potent for it...

21:22 Serilde hastens her meal now that the climax is over and opens her beak wider as his chest begins to slip down into the warmth. Hot drool melts into his fur and feahers, going so far s to soak into his skin and leave it wrinkly beneath as it absorbs her fluids. It seems, that, at least for the moment, the formel has no interest in forcing him down into her belly and is content with the sensation of him slowly filling her crop just a short hop away. He's close enough he can smell her breath now, which smells almost like a fishmonger's shop, but yet somehow even more potent like its' been left to ripen for several days. Each breath draws with it a couple droplets of drool that splatter up to pepper the bits of skies that have not yet been squeezed between her jaws.

21:27 Seaward Skies doesn't dare believe it, and yet it seems true; for all that he's slipping down that much faster now, he's not going any further than the admittedly foul-smelling sack, That his whole body feels disgustingly slimy doesn't even enter into his mind now, as he tries to figure out if this is all just a cruel trick or if the formel really has changed her mind. Of course, there's still the wave of arousal-tinged fear shooting through him as he realises how close he is to being swallowed, and he can't help tipping his head back for a last look at the ceiling, his breathing getting faster, ignoring the stink of her breath.

21:36 Serilde 's hard lips come into sight now around his face as he stares out, , and what's revealed behind the ridges are a think layer of pink flesh. The tongue darts over his face, adding one final coating of hot spit to his form as he's left smelling entirley like his insides. THen, the tongue pushes right dead center in the middle of his muzzle and forces backwards. There's a loud gulp that rings out in his ears as the gullet swallows him up, followed by a sighing 'ahhhhh~' Her talons follow his motion as he's pressed down into the tight sack in her gullet, where she begins to try and feel out that shaft of his. "You know...that was impressive. I dont know if anyone has broken that early before," she muses. Perhaps a reward is in order afterall~"

21:40 < Seaward Skies> (Mmmm... I dunno if it's really doing much at the moment >.<)

14:59 Seaward Skies manages to make one final yelp, a sharp sound made short by that last swallow, as the beak closes above him, and the throat surrounds his head and ears, making him feel almost as though he's been submerged in warm water. The illusion breaks a few moments later when more of himself is squeezed into the crop and the pressure of her claw moves across his body, a patch of extra tightness in the slimy, pulsating tunnel of flesh. A reward? For that? He can barely make his jaw work enough to speak within the grip, and his first try and making words comes out garbled and muted. He tries again a few seconds later, through barely parted teeth. "Let...me go?"

15:05 Serilde chuckles heartily at that request and instead just shakes her head back and forth. She can hardly hear him, but boops his snout in response anyways. "Oh well, but we did have an agreement, and you swore you werent going to enjoy it~" She says, and then drags her talon down over his still erect member just below his muzzle. "But, perhaps I can keep you in there for long enough to get off a second round. I"d hate for you to miss out on the fun." The formel drops her other claw down, seeking out her silken lips, where she then presses a digit on inside her warm tunnel.

15:11 < Serilde> (oops, just crashed it

15:11 < Serilde> (If you sent, I misse dit

15:12 Seaward Skies 's body twists along with the shaking of her head, the neck contorting around him. His snout pushes back out against the prod, making one very odd bulge just above the formel's chest, and a few moments later he starts to writhe under his own power, hissing his breath out between his teeth. There's a strange dichotomy; the desire to stay out of Serilde's inner spaces for as long as possible is strong, stronger than rational, for he has no better chance of living no matter how many more minutes he's granted. A final orgasm, too, is not unattractive considering everything else. But the thought of letting her humiliate him like that, to force him to enjoy it... He squirms and struggles in rejection of that notion, desperate survival instincts clashing with what's left of his pride...

15:12 < Seaward Skies> (Didn't, but have now :p)

15:17 Serilde frowns a bit at the stallion as his faint hiss, muffled through her flesh, reaches her ears. She continues to rub at the bulge, though its increasingly difficult to find his nethers with as much as he's moving in there. "Hmmm is that not good enough for you? Well I assure you, you're getting no more, though if you protest too much, I might send you ooooooooooooooo~~~" Her response turns into a moan as her talon hits just the right spot to send a wave of pleasure through her. The formel's heartbeat picks up and her breath quickens as the sound of her arousal surrounds the pony. The gryphon makes her point though, by allowing the bottom of the crop to open up, where it grabs ahold of his tail, and draws it down towards the grugling stomach. Once she feels a little bit of him slip off, she clenches the muscles once more.

15:25 Seaward Skies doesn't stop for her verbal threat, mere words that boom around him like the voice of some petty goddess. But he does when she demonstrates, his tail slipping through and pulling his rump down, edging it into muscles that tighten once more, holding him firm. It's not good enough, not at all; nothing less than release is enough for him right now, but he can't verbalise that, lest the formel just send him straight down there and then. Not that her obvious self-pleasuring helps put him into any sort of state of mind to negotiate. He's half disgusted that she's taking so much joy in snuffing him out like this, and half achingly aroused, despite that first climax, at the though of it externally, the concept of watching her stroke herself with a full gut. If only it weren't a gut full of him... That thought just refreshes the fear and the panic in him, and makes his forehooves press out as though blindly seeking something.

15:32 Serilde looks over at the mirror in the room, which shows her large throat in full, including the squirming, fighting bulge that leaves her neck feathers shifting around. The loose form of the pony can be seen rather clearly. Each swallow causes the motions to lessen for a moment as the crop constricts around her meal. The formel intends to give him release alright, at least if he can cooperate long enough to recieve it. Her questing claw grows slower in its motions as she begins to focus her efforts more on herself. Her thick liquid drizzles out of her marehood and onto the bed, adding the scent of her own pheromones to the air. Another loud moan echoes in the stallions ears as her body quivers again. The talons trace over the soft nub, and slide deeper as well, sending tendrils of sensation up her body.

15:42 Seaward Skies is making a low, keening sound by now, His cock is already pulsing once more and the swallows, hard all around him and teasing his backside with the prospect of a downward slide, leaving limbs loose and limp. That bulge slowly, surely, gets more and more compliant or seemingly so. His squirms are delicate and half-hearted, little more than ripples of slow motion beneath the feathers, and soon a groan sounds from inside, backed up by quiet words as he realises how close he's getting. "No... Please don't..." But what more can he say? What words could turn her mood?

15:51 Serilde pays the stalion's cries as he calls out. Instead, she picks up her pace, stroking the stallion's rock hard shaft through her walls. Each ripple causes the warm slippery flesh to clench and conform against his member while the soothing sound of her purring rumbles in his ears, working to drown out some of the scarier sounds within her. "Come now~ We both know this is what you knew would happen eventually. If ti wasnt me that gulped you, some other formel or tiercel would have decided to dine on your fishy butt after a bit of fun. I bet this is your ultimate fantasy~"The gryphon is finding herself getting increasingly close to ehr own peak as the thundering of her heart indicates.

15:58 Seaward Skies shakes his head, a useless gesture since she can neither see it, nor feel it among the other motions filling that crop. And, as it turns out, even if she could divine his meaning he contradicts himself moments later when a second, more raw climax rips through him. There's just a short cry of denial, then the tense thrusting of hips that move on their own, a sensation of extra warmth within, and to complete the moment the stallion manages to cover his own crotch and belly with the looser, less concentrated seed that his shaft splatters out.

16:03 Serilde hears the sound of the stallion finishing and this is enough to put her over the edge. A powerful contraction racks her body, including her crop, and each wave works to shift the stallion deeper into her. The drool waters down his own semen while the muscles work it into his messed up coat. The formel drizzles hot sticky cum onto the bed as a series of loud moans leave her beak. Her tongue hangs from the edge, drizzling warm thick drool into her feathers.

16:11 Seaward Skies knew it would be coming, the moment he finished being amusing to her. Even unconscious, though, the swallows and contractions catch him off guard and he finds himself squirming with all the strength he has left, trying to keep himself from being pushed down but only hastening his descent. No more pleas, though; words have done nothing for him, so his lips only give way to short, unmeant sounds of panic. Already his rump is re-encased in throat, only a short hop from the stomach itself, and tightness is spreading up across his belly and twitching, softening shaft!

16:17 Serilde falls backwards, panting hard as she's left now only in the warm afterglow and a sense of growing contentment as her belly begins to fill with its meal. Her claws idly shove on the form that's draining down into her chest. As far as he could tell, his tail had helped to stimulate the stomach into producing its juices, as by the time his rump is pushing against the bottom, its about a quarter up the sides in a tingling puddle. Serilde's effort becomes more conscious now, as she relaxes the bottom of her crop and swallows hard. The tum esqueezes around the poor pegasus, easing him down. His shape gradually fills out as a bulge on her stomach where her talons transition after his snout leaves her crop. "Mmmm sounds like you enjoyed that as much as I did~"

16:26 Seaward Skies had thought he was going down quickly at first, but when Serilde really starts putting effort to it... It takes all of a couple of swallows to get him out of the crop and packed away in her belly, the last one taking his whole head in a single gulp. So it is that, with the formel slumping back, he slides into the slick, wet chamber and becomes little more than the oversized swelling in her middle. No verbal answer to her tease; he didn't, in fact, for she wasn't sitting with second thoughts and gut-freezing fears, but he isn't fool enough to think that she cares about that. With his hooves he starts to explore the chamber that now holds him, pressing them against walls that are covered in stretched out wrinkles and viscous fluids. Though the sides are slippery enough for him to turn some he doesn't have room to do much moving at all, and there's no way he could locate the way in even if it were obvious. And though it takes a moment before his furred body starts to feel the kiss of her digestive process the bare skin of his shaft, balls and between his cheeks starts to tingle almost immediately...

16:35 Serilde prods her belly a little bit harder with her talons, trying to get some sort of rise out of her meal once more as he shifts around in her slippery chamber. "Oh come now, arent you going to say anything to me? Just to let you know though, the only thing that makes it out of my belly are pellets. I have no control over the rest of it~ Do you have somewhere you'd like me to leave you?" There is some irritation to her voice due to his continued silence. At least inside there was far less cramped than her tight crop had been, though it appears that there's more than just him in it too. While most of the alcohol seemed to have drained away, leaving little of its stench in the chamber, the smell of vinegar is rather prominent amongst the bile. Little lumps that were once cocktail onions or pickled eggs squish against his coat, pressing into the fur.

16:43 Seaward Skies twitches at the poke, but otherwise he seems to have gone more or less still. The smells offend his nose, the tingle working its way up through his body as fluids soak past his fur, and he gives a few little shifts to knock away the small, dissolving lumps that share the space with him. "F-fuck you..." he manages to grate out, as a harsh reply to her question.

16:48 Serilde narrows her eyes as she stares at her now still belly and responds dryly, "Well, you already did, and then couldnt keep yourself up enough to get me there, now could you? Thats why you're in this mess." The shifts splash the juices up overtop of his body, making sure every inch of him is well coated in the caustic fluid. Slow rolling motions of the walls send the fluids squelching against his slickened fur. "Now, is that really all the fight you have? Perhaps I should find out where you live and deposit you on your own doorstep."

16:53 Seaward Skies knows that she's just trying to rile him up at this point, that she wants nothing more than for him to squirm for her. He has no intention of giving her the satisfaction... Or maybe it really is all the fight the pegasus has. He's worn out, doesn't see any way out of this, and more than anything the cold grip of fear in his gut is sapping any will to move from him. So he stays still. At first. But for each moment that wears on the tingling around him gets stronger, turning to a stinging burn around his groin and rump then spreading all across his skin. A brush of his hoof reveals that fur is falling away to reveal sensitive skin, and he can't help but start to move then, hissing at the little pain that's growing all the while...

17:02 Serilde groans at his lack of movement and closes her eyes then, as she leans back into the pillow. Darn, she did rather like it when they kept their fight up, long into their demise. A claw idly runs over his form while half an hour passes, as the tingling grows to an uncomfortable burning sensation. pretty soon the quills of his feathers are poking him as his wings are forced to molt by the action of the caustic insides. The formel picks back up and giggles hard. "Oh? did you finally decide that my stomach is not where you'd most like to be? Maybe if you fight enough I'll throw you up...its never happened before, but there could be a first." That sensation quickly spreads over the rest of him now, till it coats his entire body as he's stripped naked of his coverings.

17:06 Seaward Skies is soon squirming hard, little yelps sounding from within the wriggling bulge as pain overwhelms any desire to be still. The struggles seem to pick up after the formel taunts him with the possibility of escape, but it's hard to say whether he's really moving in response to that, or just out of reflex and the urge to try, somehow, to get away from the burning liquids. Besides, it's not as if getting out of the stomach will do much good for him, soon...

17:14 Serilde purrs loudly in contentment at the sensation of the creature inside her belly fighting for its life. Skin gives way to muscles, which give way themselves to bones, especially in his extremities as the acids continue to bite at his form. This of course, has an adverse affect on the amount of fight that the doomed stallion is able to put up. Fortunatly, the goggles covering the pony's face helps to protect his eyes from the juices, leaving a small patch of blue fur around them, though his ears have dissoslved away. The sludge is becoming thicker and harder to move through as the thin acid is diluted with flesh.

17:17 Seaward Skies doesn't last very much longer, blood leeching away into the thickening fluids, mind flayed away as surely as his flesh. Perhaps for the best, he doesn't seem consciously aware of much for the last half an hour or so, just shifting gently, making reflexive twitches whenever something pushes against his form. At last, he goes completely still, neither sound nor movement coaxed from the lump of meat that sits in the formel's gut. What's left will take most of the rest of the night to finally break down, leaving behind the tougher bone and goggles, and the indigestible fur and feather.

17:31 Serilde finally feels the stallion go still, and coaxes one more round out of herself, leaving a puddle on the sheets. Then, as both exhaustion and the pleasant sensation of a full belly washes over her, she descends into a deep slumber. Her stomach gurgles around the hunk of meat and squelches, working its juices into its form as it slowly melts away. Cracks and crunches sound from her belly as the mass of bones are compressed down and laced with fur, ready to be pushed out into the world once again. The stomach's rounded form begins to shrink, while the bulge of the pellet makes its way up into her neck.
By the time the gryphon wakes in the morning, her belly has completely emptied of its contents, and her gut is just a little bit more padded, as per usual from a new capture. She'd need a couple weeks to work through it, but it was always so well worth it. Padding over to the bedside table, the formel opens wide and begins to cough. At first, the bulge only shifts in her crop, but then the muscles work in tandem, squeezing it up. In a moment there's a loud splat as the thick lump lands in a heap, smelling of her insides. Many bones show up along the surface of the mass, half buried in the slimy blue and brown fur and dark blue feathers. Most prominent though, was the skull that stuck mostly free, with its eye sockets full of feathers. Serildě also spots the pair of goggles, with a crack running through each lens where a bone must have been squeezed against it. She fishes those out, and leaves the rest for the maid to tend to. As Serildě leaves the bar, she feels a grumbling in her lower belly, indicating her gut is finishing up with the last stage of digesting her meal.