Meeting a Stunning Tiercel

18 March 2015

10:00 Aldric hits on Serilde.

10:01 Serilde turns her head to Aldric and tells him she'd like a stiff whiskey.

10:02 Aldric nods approvingly and orders a pair. "Like the strong stuff, eh?" he says. The big griffon inspects the formel, her fierce look catching his eye.

10:03 < Aldric> (Serilde)

10:04 Serilde scoots over a bit and offers Aldric a place to stand next to the bar as she leans against it. "There's no other way is there," she responds, nodding her own approval at his choice of whiskey. "And the good stuff too."

10:05 Aldric steps next to Serilde, standing a couple inches taller than her. "No respectable way," he says. "Not as good as the stuff back home, but it's the best they've got." The griffon raises his glass to Serilde, then gulps some down. "So tell me, what's a strong griffon like you doing all the way out here?"

10:06 Serilde nods and raises her chilled glass up in return and takes a good gulp, shuddering as the firey liquid travels down her throat. "Indeed, I dont think I've had a pony brew yet that measures up to the best stuff back home, but this one is at least wholely adequate. I'm in between caravans at the moment. One should be leaving any day with goods from this port, but until then, I can rest. Whats a salty seabird like you doing here? Come in on one of the ships?"

10:09 Aldric nods. "I travel," he says rather vaguely. "Sea ponies are more agreeable than the rest, and we tend to get along." The griffon sizes Serilde up, and raises one feathered eyebrow. "Just a guard? You seem like you should be in charge of guards, not one yourself." As Aldric lays on the flattery, he edges closer to the formel.

10:10 < Aldric> ( Serilde :P )

10:11 Serilde seems to accept his vague response and shrugs at him. "I havnt had much experience with them. Tends to just be the business or traveling types that I end up with. Or occasionally I'm stuck escorting some snotty little eyasses that think they understand the world," she says, sounding a little bitter. She then huffs and takes another stiff drink of her whiskey and nods. "Yes, I should. I think that I'm being cut out by my captain. They've passed me up for some juniors who have just barely left the nest."

10:12 Aldric takes a long gulp of the fiery whiskey and takes another step closer to Serilde, practically leaning against her now. He smells of sweat and the sea, a good, natural smell. "Little ones are the worst," he agrees. "And that doesn't sound fair at all. You should show them who's boss."

10:13 < Aldric> (I dunno what griffon hitting on even looks one)

10:14 < Aldric> (like *)

10:15 < Aldric> (probably one of them gets more direct about it ł

10:16 Serilde shuffles against the other griffon as he moves closer, taking in his salty scent and nodding at his words. "Ya...its true. I really should...really I should be in the army but...you know how that is..." she says with a grumble, finishing off her drink.

10:17 < Aldric> (what does Serilde smell like?)

10:18 < Serilde> (The blood of her fallen enemies!

10:19 < Serilde> (Umm...but really...idk..probably a bit of sweat, and bird?)

10:20 < Serilde> (An earthy smell)

10:21 Aldric throws a foreleg over Serilde's withers, smelling her own earthy scent. "Instead you have to deal with those army rejects, huh?" He pulls her gently against his feathery chest. "Must have been a while since you've seen a griffon you didn't want to strangle."

10:22 Serilde tenses when she feels the arm around her shoulder and then relaxes as she gets used to it. She flags down the bartender and orders another glass after downing the rest of hers. "Ya...and they all think they're so hot too. I was like them years ago...but now not so much...Its just all so irritating. I wish there were more pubs with griffons like you where I travel through. Instead of all these...ponies."

10:23 Aldric smiles when he feels Serilde relax. He finishes his drink and breathes in more of the formel's scent. When she orders another, he orders a smaller glass, and ensures Serilde's drink stays on his tab. "Well, I can't be in all those pubs," he says, his voice lowering slightly, "but we can make the most of the time we do share." The griffon gives Serilde a meaningful look.

10:24 Serilde

10:26 Serilde 's cheeks flush as she catches his look, both from the alcohol and his implications. She takes a long sip of the new glass before taking the time to respond to him. She reaches a talon up and gives a single stroke under his chin with a sharp nail. "I suppose it has been far too long since I've encountered a teircel of your calibre."

10:27 Aldric opens his eyes to watch the formel preening him, his chest rising and falling under her talons as he pants. "Perhaps," he admits, then rumbles in pleasure as she preens an especially sensitive spot. His shaft continues to slide out, and the tiercel keeps tensing his back to press himself up against Serilde, squeezing his length between their bodies. Aldric reaches up a foreleg and runs his talons

10:28 Aldric along the formel's neck, brushing through the feathers.

10:29 < Aldric> (boop Serilde)

10:30 Serilde rubs back against his swelling shaft, pressing her slick lips against the sensitive flesh and panting as small tingles of pleasure radiate from there. She smiles as she feels him rumble, focusing on that spot for a bit longer before moving on to the rest of the wing. The formel shivers as she feels the claw press into her neck feathers, brushing against her tender flesh.

10:31 < Serilde> (I finally posted Aldric :P)

10:34 Aldric lets his beak hang open as he pants in pleasure, moaning as Serilde grinds her lips against his sheath and fully erect shaft. The pointed rod pokes into his belly, smearing the fur with clear pre. The formel's efforts to preen him produce even more rumbles, and the tiercel has to fight the urge to grab her and hug her to his chest. He shudders, then pulls his talons back and repeatedly traces them

10:35 Aldric over Serilde's head.

10:36 Serilde finally pulls gets the last feather on that side in order and grins down at the panting tiercel. "Well...that wing is all in order, but it feels like you're just itching to get them all mussed up again." She teases, leaning in to the gentler carresses of his digits and focusing her motions on his shaft, taking larger motions. Rather than moving down to the other wing however, she collapses onto him and parts her beak, panting er sweet breath into his mouth as she locks them together, snaking out with her tongue.

10:37 Aldric looks into Serilde's eyes and grins back. "With your preening, why wouldn't I?" he says in between his pants. Her motions make him shudder visibly underneath her, the larger griffon at her mercy. When the formel collapses on Aldric, he grunts, then presses his beak back against hers and moans into her mouth, his tongue licking at her own. His forelegs wrap around her and pull her against him,

10:38 Aldric trapping his throbbing, leaking shaft between their bellies.

10:39 Serilde curls her arms around him, wrapping him up tight as well and pressing her tongue deepr in to the kiss. Her beak slips into his mouth as she takes his tongue into hers, rubbing sensually against it. She slides her hips forward, slowly bringing her lips close and closer towards the tiercel's dripping head.

10:40 < Aldric> (er, her beak slips into his mouth?)

10:41 < Serilde> (yep, I think that'd be more comfrotable with two beaks...sort of like when one bird feeds another?"

10:42 Aldric opens his maw wider as Serilde's beak slips into it, purring around her and playing his tongue against the formel's. He takes a deep breath, the scent of arousal filling his nares, and sighs in bliss around the other griffon's beak. Giving her another squeeze, he adds his unpreened wing to the embrace, curling it around Serilde's back. As the formel ever so slowly inches up his body, the tiercel

10:43 Aldric can't resist bucking his hips at her, though he only succeeds in thrusting his shaft further between them and away from the glistening entrance to her passage.

10:44 < -> Tihan|Train is now known as Tihan

10:45 Serilde 's wings stiffen and spread a bit, or at least the one that's not wrapped by his wing as she rides up his body, gasping as the thrust presses along hre folds and drags against her nub, though losing some of her progress. She tries again, this time moving a little bit faster and getting her hips up past his head, resting it against her swollen mound.

10:46 Aldric 's wings stiffen too, pressing into the bed, and he moans around Serilde's beak when he feels the juicy folds against his shaft. He smiles as he feels the formel gasp into his mouth, and licks at her tongue again. The tiercel tries to buck and thrust himself into her, but she's climbed so far up that he just moves her too, only making his tip grind at the puffy entrance to her depths. He whines

10:47 Aldric softly, at Serilde's mercy yet again.

10:48 Serilde moans as he feels the tip press at her lips and slowly eases herself backwards, just enough to tease, before pulling back out again. Her eyes are half lidded as she stares down at the formel, licking her tongue against his squiggling flesh. After just a little bit of teasing, she does it for real, slowly sinking around him, trying to keep moving at an agaonizingly slow pace.

10:49 < Aldric> (does she have his forelegs pinned down?)

10:50 < Aldric> (Serilde ^?)

10:51 < Serilde> (Yes)

10:52 Aldric shudders at the teasing, letting his head fall back to his pillow and releasing the formel's beak. He struggles underneath her, trying to reach up with his forelegs and shove her onto his throbbing shaft, but she has him pinned too well. All the tiercel can do is buck ineffectually at Serilde as she slowly slips herself down onto him, sliding his length into her warm, slippery passage.

10:53 Serilde smiles as he drops her beak from his mouth, grinning down at the tiercel as she had him completly under her control. Her breath quickens as she sinks ever deeper until finally she hilts him on herself, sitting there as she lets out a moan. "Well...do you have anything to say to your captain?" She asks through her shallow breathing

10:54 Aldric 's beak hangs open as he pants, his muscles tensing, but even though he was stronger, Serilde had the positional advantage. The tiercel grunts, his powerlessness only arousing him more, and looks up into Serilde's eyes. When she hilts him, he groans, his pointed shaft tensing and twitching inside her tunnel. "F-fuck me," he says in a quiet voice, leaving off any sort of formal address.

10:55 Serilde 's walls clench tight around Aldric's member as the ripple and sqeeze around it, contiuing to tease him. He bounces up and down slightly, just pulling out his knot and pressing it back inside, teasing at him. "I think you left off an important bit there. Is that anyway to address yoru captain?" She asks indignatnly, squeezing her talons tight to give him just a tingling of pain on his arms.

10:56 < Aldric> (Serilde: so, 'captain' or 'sir' or 'maam')

10:57 < Serilde> (Captain)

10:58 < Serilde> s/yoru captain/your superiour

10:59 Aldric pants harder as he feels the formel's inner walls rippling over his rigid mast, but it's no substitute for a good rutting. The large tiercel lets out an uncharacteristic squeak when Serilde digs her talons into his forelegs, and shudders in pleasure. "Fuck me, captain!"

11:01 Serilde smiles a little wider and gives a gleeful laugh at his cry before takig some of the weight off his hips and begining to thrust against him, pulling her body up and then presing back down in a steady rythym, steadily getting faster. She moans loudly as she feels the intense stimulation of her nethers sending waves of pleasure though her body.

11:02 Aldric moans with each thrust, his beak gaping open. The tiercel bucks his hips against Serilde, thrusting up to meet her each time she presses back down and hilting himself deep inside her. The bulb at the base of his slick shaft starts to fill, spreading the formel's nethers a bit more with every plunge. Aldric looks up at the aggressive griffon with half-lidded eyes, and smiles through his gasps. He

11:03 Aldric definitely liked her, that was for sure.

11:04 Serilde squawks as she feels her pleasure growing, her moans turning more and more birdlike as they continue to go on. Soon the formel is on the edge of her climax, quivering and gasping with each thrust as she stares down at the tiercel with mock fierocity in her eyes.

11:05 < -> Zuthal|Sleep is now known as Zuthal

11:06 Aldric 's knot is as full as it gets before climax, the griffon breathing quickly and arching his back as his pleasure nears its peak. He feels her tunnel squeezing and quivering around him, his own shaft twitching as he get close. The tiercel caws out in pleasure, staring back into Serilde's ferocious gaze. "Do it, captain," he gasps. "Knot me!" The griffon shudders as he speaks, reversing the usual

11:07 Aldric dominance sending a shiver down his spine.

11:08 < Aldric> (she should refuse :B so he can do it anyway :VVV )

11:09 < Aldric> (Serilde)

11:10 Serilde narrows her eyes at Aldric as he asks to be knotted and shakes her head, dropping down just shy of actually just making the connection, resting her lips on his knot. She could feel his quivering and shudders as he twitches inside her. The formel stood poised right on the edge of climax, all it would take was one more good thrust to send her over.

11:11 < Aldric> (you want him to thrust it into her? hmmm..)

11:12 < Serilde> (Well you wanted him to doo it anyways :P)

11:13 < Aldric> (now it's more obvious to him that it'd be against her wishes, though, I was hoping she would make them both cum first)

11:14 < Aldric> (hm, I can make this work though)

11:15 < Serilde> (I thought the knotting usually happened at the same time? I dont know how this works @_@

11:16 < Aldric> (it works however is most convenient for porn)

11:17 < Aldric> (>cat butts >knots)

11:18 Aldric thinks it odd that Serilde narrows her eyes at him, and braces himself for the impact... that doesn't comes. He feels her wet tunnel resting right above his knot, keeping him right at the edge. Without thinking, he thrusts up like before, and their hips meet with a wet, squelching pop. The tiercel seizes up and lets out a birdlike call that would definitely have gotten them noise complaints, had

11:19 Aldric Aldric not asked for a room without neighbors. The last buck of his hips hilts his twitching dick in Serilde's pussy for the last time, his knot expanding inside her flower and tying them together. His throbbing cock shivers, then erupts, launching jets of hot griffon spunk into the formel's depths. Not a drop escapes her, his swollen knot holding it all inside. The seabird's black wings spread

11:20 Aldric over the bed, brushing against the sheets as he writhes in ecstasy, beak open and cawing.

11:21 < Aldric> (hm, maybe later she tries to pull herself off of him :B a painful experience for both)

11:22 < Aldric> (iirc the female is largely responsible for the knot being effective, because involuntary muscle clenching)

11:23 Serilde flinches as she feels the knot pop into her lips all the way and then lets out a loud eagle like scree as her body hits her peak. Her body tenses, digging her claws a little harder into his legs and drawing just a hint of blood. He wings flair out to their full span as contractions flow through her nethers, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. The formel's eyes contract and her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she's lost in the bliss.

11:24 Aldric watches entranced as Serilde climaxes on top of him, her wings flaring out majestically. The tiercel squawks as her talons dig into his skin and draw blood, but it only coaxes more ropes of thick, sticky seed out of the cock buried inside her. He mimics her, tongue hanging from his beak and chest heaving as he descends from his peak, though his shaft stays just as hard.

11:25 < Serilde> (Hey since griffons lay eggs they dont have to even do birth control like ponies :P You can just abandon the egg and its basically abortion)

11:26 < Aldric> (or smash it, then there's no chance of it hatching :P )

11:27 < Aldric> (or if you cook it immediately after laying, you might not even be able to tell the difference)

11:28 < Serilde> (Probably so on the latter)

11:29 < -> Citron is now known as Dusk

11:30 Serilde pants and screes again in time with Aldrics, feeling the warm liquid shooting up into her body. After she stands there for a bit, the formel suddenly collapses with an oof onto Aldric, lettign his arms go and staring into his eyes, panting. "Oooh...that was pretty good..." He nethers continue to hold the tie tight as she finishes, keeping them close.

11:31 Aldric grunts when the formel collapses onto his chest, slightly winding him. "That it was," he says, looking up at her and smiling. "My captain," he adds, with a twinkle in his eyes. The tiercel stretches his arms once they're released, swinging them behind his head before reaching up and wrapping them around Serilde in a gentle hug.

11:32 Serilde 's wings stiffen and spread a bit, or at least the one that's not wrapped by his wing as she rides up his body, gasping as the thrust presses along hre folds and drags against her nub, though losing some of her progress. She tries again, this time moving a little bit faster and getting her hips up past his head, resting it against her swollen mound.

11:33 Aldric 's wings stiffen too, pressing into the bed, and he moans around Serilde's beak when he feels the juicy folds against his shaft. He smiles as he feels the formel gasp into his mouth, and licks at her tongue again. The tiercel tries to buck and thrust himself into her, but she's climbed so far up that he just moves her too, only making his tip grind at the puffy entrance to her depths. He whines

11:34 Aldric softly, at Serilde's mercy yet again.

11:35 Serilde moans as he feels the tip press at her lips and slowly eases herself backwards, just enough to tease, before pulling back out again. Her eyes are half lidded as she stares down at the formel, licking her tongue against his squiggling flesh. After just a little bit of teasing, she does it for real, slowly sinking around him, trying to keep moving at an agaonizingly slow pace.

11:36 < Aldric> (does she have his forelegs pinned down?)

11:37 < Aldric> (Serilde ^?)

11:38 < Serilde> (Yes)

11:39 Aldric shudders at the teasing, letting his head fall back to his pillow and releasing the formel's beak. He struggles underneath her, trying to reach up with his forelegs and shove her onto his throbbing shaft, but she has him pinned too well. All the tiercel can do is buck ineffectually at Serilde as she slowly slips herself down onto him, sliding his length into her warm, slippery passage.

11:40 Serilde smiles as he drops her beak from his mouth, grinning down at the tiercel as she had him completly under her control. Her breath quickens as she sinks ever deeper until finally she hilts him on herself, sitting there as she lets out a moan. "Well...do you have anything to say to your captain?" She asks through her shallow breathing

11:41 Aldric 's beak hangs open as he pants, his muscles tensing, but even though he was stronger, Serilde had the positional advantage. The tiercel grunts, his powerlessness only arousing him more, and looks up into Serilde's eyes. When she hilts him, he groans, his pointed shaft tensing and twitching inside her tunnel. "F-fuck me," he says in a quiet voice, leaving off any sort of formal address.

11:42 Serilde 's walls clench tight around Aldric's member as the ripple and sqeeze around it, contiuing to tease him. He bounces up and down slightly, just pulling out his knot and pressing it back inside, teasing at him. "I think you left off an important bit there. Is that anyway to address yoru captain?" She asks indignatnly, squeezing her talons tight to give him just a tingling of pain on his arms.

11:43 < Aldric> (Serilde: so, 'captain' or 'sir' or 'maam')

11:44 < Serilde> (Captain)

11:45 < Serilde> s/yoru captain/your superiour

11:46 Aldric pants harder as he feels the formel's inner walls rippling over his rigid mast, but it's no substitute for a good rutting. The large tiercel lets out an uncharacteristic squeak when Serilde digs her talons into his forelegs, and shudders in pleasure. "Fuck me, captain!"

11:48 Serilde smiles a little wider and gives a gleeful laugh at his cry before takig some of the weight off his hips and begining to thrust against him, pulling her body up and then presing back down in a steady rythym, steadily getting faster. She moans loudly as she feels the intense stimulation of her nethers sending waves of pleasure though her body.

11:49 Aldric moans with each thrust, his beak gaping open. The tiercel bucks his hips against Serilde, thrusting up to meet her each time she presses back down and hilting himself deep inside her. The bulb at the base of his slick shaft starts to fill, spreading the formel's nethers a bit more with every plunge. Aldric looks up at the aggressive griffon with half-lidded eyes, and smiles through his gasps. He

11:50 Aldric definitely liked her, that was for sure.

11:51 Serilde squawks as she feels her pleasure growing, her moans turning more and more birdlike as they continue to go on. Soon the formel is on the edge of her climax, quivering and gasping with each thrust as she stares down at the tiercel with mock fierocity in her eyes.

11:52 < -> Zuthal|Sleep is now known as Zuthal

11:53 Aldric 's knot is as full as it gets before climax, the griffon breathing quickly and arching his back as his pleasure nears its peak. He feels her tunnel squeezing and quivering around him, his own shaft twitching as he get close. The tiercel caws out in pleasure, staring back into Serilde's ferocious gaze. "Do it, captain," he gasps. "Knot me!" The griffon shudders as he speaks, reversing the usual

11:54 Aldric dominance sending a shiver down his spine.

11:55 < Aldric> (she should refuse :B so he can do it anyway :VVV )

11:56 < Aldric> (Serilde)

11:57 Serilde narrows her eyes at Aldric as he asks to be knotted and shakes her head, dropping down just shy of actually just making the connection, resting her lips on his knot. She could feel his quivering and shudders as he twitches inside her. The formel stood poised right on the edge of climax, all it would take was one more good thrust to send her over.

11:58 < Aldric> (you want him to thrust it into her? hmmm..)

11:59 < Serilde> (Well you wanted him to doo it anyways :P)

12:00 < Aldric> (now it's more obvious to him that it'd be against her wishes, though, I was hoping she would make them both cum first)

12:01 < Aldric> (hm, I can make this work though)

12:02 < Serilde> (I thought the knotting usually happened at the same time? I dont know how this works @_@

12:03 < Aldric> (it works however is most convenient for porn)

12:04 < Aldric> (>cat butts >knots)

12:05 Aldric thinks it odd that Serilde narrows her eyes at him, and braces himself for the impact... that doesn't comes. He feels her wet tunnel resting right above his knot, keeping him right at the edge. Without thinking, he thrusts up like before, and their hips meet with a wet, squelching pop. The tiercel seizes up and lets out a birdlike call that would definitely have gotten them noise complaints, had

12:06 Aldric Aldric not asked for a room without neighbors. The last buck of his hips hilts his twitching dick in Serilde's pussy for the last time, his knot expanding inside her flower and tying them together. His throbbing cock shivers, then erupts, launching jets of hot griffon spunk into the formel's depths. Not a drop escapes her, his swollen knot holding it all inside. The seabird's black wings spread

12:07 Aldric over the bed, brushing against the sheets as he writhes in ecstasy, beak open and cawing.

12:08 < Aldric> (hm, maybe later she tries to pull herself off of him :B a painful experience for both)

12:09 < Aldric> (iirc the female is largely responsible for the knot being effective, because involuntary muscle clenching)

12:10 Serilde flinches as she feels the knot pop into her lips all the way and then lets out a loud eagle like scree as her body hits her peak. Her body tenses, digging her claws a little harder into his legs and drawing just a hint of blood. He wings flair out to their full span as contractions flow through her nethers, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. The formel's eyes contract and her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she's lost in the bliss.

12:11 Aldric watches entranced as Serilde climaxes on top of him, her wings flaring out majestically. The tiercel squawks as her talons dig into his skin and draw blood, but it only coaxes more ropes of thick, sticky seed out of the cock buried inside her. He mimics her, tongue hanging from his beak and chest heaving as he descends from his peak, though his shaft stays just as hard.

12:12 < Serilde> (Hey since griffons lay eggs they dont have to even do birth control like ponies :P You can just abandon the egg and its basically abortion)

12:13 < Aldric> (or smash it, then there's no chance of it hatching :P )

12:14 < Aldric> (or if you cook it immediately after laying, you might not even be able to tell the difference)

12:15 < Serilde> (Probably so on the latter)

12:16 < -> Citron is now known as Dusk

12:17 Serilde pants and screes again in time with Aldrics, feeling the warm liquid shooting up into her body. After she stands there for a bit, the formel suddenly collapses with an oof onto Aldric, lettign his arms go and staring into his eyes, panting. "Oooh...that was pretty good..." He nethers continue to hold the tie tight as she finishes, keeping them close.

12:18 Aldric grunts when the formel collapses onto his chest, slightly winding him. "That it was," he says, looking up at her and smiling. "My captain," he adds, with a twinkle in his eyes. The tiercel stretches his arms once they're released, swinging them behind his head before reaching up and wrapping them around Serilde in a gentle hug.

12:19 < Aldric> (though Serilde, I think griffons can hold eggs inside them a lot longer than, say, chickens, so they would have to lay early to be able to do that)

12:20 < Serilde> (I think that's most certainly the case. I think they dont lay more than once a month...though holding an egg is a bit of a misknowmer since the eggs they hold are still the cell. they get fertalized befre the become an egg propper.)

12:21 < Serilde> (I should go to bed...I gotta be up by like 10 to morrow.)

12:22 < Aldric> (er? I mean after (un)fertilization, they can not lay them immediately)

12:23 < Aldric> (I have to be up by like 8:30, get on my level :V )

12:24 < Aldric> (you should post though :B )

12:25 < Aldric> (I wanna see Serilde complain about being knotted!)

12:26 < Serilde> (Oh ya, I'd certainly agree, especially since that was the compromise we made with Nadine :P)

12:27 < Serilde> (I wonder how long griffons tie for? An hour or so would certainly give Serilde time to fall asleep cuddling him :P)

12:28 < Aldric> (dogs apparently go for half an hour!)

12:29 < Serilde> (I saw that too :P)

12:30 < Aldric> (I wonder if occasional stimulus makes it longer)

12:31 < Aldric> (i.e. if she doesn't like it and keeps trying to pull away, making it worse)

12:32 < Aldric> (I always think it'd be neat to be spooning after that, but both times they've been facing each other and turning around seems difficult :B )

12:33 Serilde slowly recovers from the intense pleasure as she lays on top of him, breathing hard with her tongue hanging out of her mouth. "You make a great first mate," she reponds. Slowly she reaches her talons down between them and frowns when she comes across the tie. "H-hey...can you just like...pull off? I dont want to be locked with my first mate all evening..." She grumbles, pulling at thier connection. "I didnt want you to tie for a reason..."

12:34 < Serilde> (Well dogs can turn around...maybe griffons can too?

12:35 < Aldric> (turn around is different, that's like, ending butt-to-butt facing opposite directions, standing up)

12:36 < Serilde> (Well actually that only requires one of them to turn, not to step over even. Should be easier.

12:37 < Serilde> (s/turn/rotate/

12:38 < Zuthal> (I think rotating on it should be possible... since it only inhibits linear motion and rotation about two axes... so rotation about the axis of symmetry of the knot should be free.)

12:39 < Aldric> (she's not using 'first mate' literally, is she?)

12:40 < Zuthal> (from what I know of mechanics and stuff)

12:41 < Aldric> (well yeah, the issue is that rotating that is nontrivial because legs and stuff get in the way and you can't support yourself in midair with no legs)

12:42 < Serilde> (Certainly not. She's just her captain)

12:44 < Aldric> (Serilde ...his captain?)

12:45 < Serilde> (err ya)

12:46 < Zuthal> (why does she think he could just pull out anyways? Wouldn't they teach about the whole knotting thing in, like... griffon sex-ed?)

12:47 < -> Chaotic_Harmony|Phon is now known as Chaotic_Harmony|Birt

12:48 < Serilde> (I mean...probably but she can still grumble about it and try anyways)

12:49 < -> Chaotic_Harmony|Birt is now known as Chaotic|Birthday

12:50 < Zuthal> (ah, so just being stubborn as a mule :P)

12:51 < Serilde> (Arnt all my characters? XP)

12:52 Aldric reaches one of his talons up to scratch at Serilde's head while she rests on top of him, his chest rising and falling underneath her head. "Ah, a promotion?" he says, chuckling. The tiercel squirms when he feels her talons near his crotch, then yelps as she tugs on his shaft. The feeling wouldn't be pleasant for her either, as his engorged knot gets pulled against her tightly clenched opening.

12:53 Aldric "No?" he says, surprised that she seems to not know how this works. "And that hurts!" Aldric pauses for a few seconds. "You don't mean 'first mate' in a literal sense, do you?" he asks, having thought that the formel seemed much more experienced than a virgin.

12:54 < Serilde> (Dang it aldric...but I should sleep! XP)

12:55 < Aldric> (>:3)

12:56 < Aldric> (I can't decide if Aldric has fucked a pony, Serilde :I )

12:58 < Aldric> (hey Serilde, has Serilde fucked a pony :V )

12:59 < Serilde> (Nope. She's totally too proud for that. >.<)

13:00 < Aldric> (I think Aldric might have, maybe at a bar without any formels at it :V )

13:01 < Aldric> (something something xenophile mare)

13:02 Serilde squawks in pain as she feels the stiff tug against her nethers and growls, squirming just a bit more before giving up. "What?! No!" She says sounding a bit indignant. "Are you telling me you thought I was inexperienced? You'd be so far down the crew list that you wouldnt have a title," she responds with indignation and snorts, turning her head away in a cute little pout. "I just prefer not to tie...since it tends to require hours of cuddling afterwards."

13:03 < Serilde> (Cue story about how he suprised a pony with tying :P)

13:04 < Aldric> (eh, I think hypothetical mare would have been expecting it :o )

13:05 < Serilde> (Hmmm perhaps so. Unless he was her first griffon, but even then she'd have probably been prepared)

13:06 < Aldric> (been prepared for a knot, but not the degree, maybe, or how long)

13:07 < Zuthal> (Serilde: Don't let him keep you up. Sleep.)

13:08 < Aldric> (Serilde don't give into peer pressure)

13:09 < Serilde> (I'm not actually tired. I just need to not skip out on lunch with my dad again in the morning :P)

13:10 < Serilde> (I'll just set an alarm adnd everything is fine.

13:11 < Zuthal> (Why not?)

13:12 < Zuthal> (It is not like you /have/ to be there... right?)

13:13 < Serilde> (Well its a place I want to go to, and I skipped out on him last time and he was disapointed, and I'd rather not do it again."

13:14 < Zuthal> (Ah...)

13:15 < Zuthal> (Then sleep now)

13:16 < Zuthal> (So you don't risk missing it/being terribly tired when it happens)

13:17 < Serilde> (I'll be fine. I have to be up for at least 13 minutes to let the dogs out for one last time)

13:18 < Sparkler> (who let the dogs out?)

13:19 < Zuthal> (Why not just let them out now?)

13:20 < Zuthal> (And then go to sleep)

13:21 < Serilde> (No way I can take a 13 minute shower. THats like basically impossible. :P)

13:22 < Zuthal> (Yes you can)

13:23 < Zuthal> (I can do it, too)

13:24 < Serilde> (because idk...I'm not tired. I'm not actually goign to sleep right now)

13:25 Aldric chuckles at the formel's indignant reaction. "No, no," he says, shaking his head. "I thought you were very good!" He reaches over to her head again and runs his talons through her crest and down her neck. "You don't like cuddling?" he says. "I don't get many chances to be with other griffons, so I like to make the most of them." The tiercel leans forwards and nuzzles her neck with his beak.

13:26 Aldric "Although, speaking of knots, that one mare was very surprised too," he says, laughing softly.

13:27 < Aldric> (was that lead in sufficiently not terrible?)

13:28 < Zuthal> (Anyways, I gotta go. You both are horrible.)

13:29 < Aldric> (trying to juggle too many directions..)

13:30 < Aldric> (it's true! gn'ight Zuthal )

13:31 < Serilde> (Have fun at school zuzu! Learn lots of stuffs!

13:32 < Zuthal> (You are bad and you should feel bad. Both for keeping Gyro up and for not being acute batpone :P)

13:33 Aldric (snuggles Zuthal instead)

13:34 Zuthal (cuddles up iwth Aldric and Serilde)

13:35 < Aldric> (I think I'm leaning towards Aldric as being pretty congenial, and not so huge on the honor thing. Or at least he's more confident and unruffled about it)

13:36 < Aldric> (although I admit that being unruffled and harder to anger make it more difficult to cause conflicts :B )

13:37 < Serilde> (Make him instead of not so huge, a little bit resistant to it.)

13:38 < Aldric> (I think I do like the idea of making him subtly and pervasively racist)

13:39 < Aldric> (resistant to it how?)

13:40 < Serilde> (Do it. And by resistant I mean...like a mild counter culture streak...dismissive of it and stuff.)

13:41 < Serilde> (As opposed to just not taking it to heart himself)

13:42 < Aldric> (well, I was thinking he'd take it to heart in a different way, I'll play around with it)

13:43 Serilde shakes her head and shivers as she feels his talons in her feathered crest, frowning at him. She scoots her chest a little bit backwards, creating some measure of an air gap between them. "No...I've never been much of a fan of cuddles. Leads to too many emotional strings and I dont need to be tied down..." She then raises an eye at him as he mentions supriseing a mare. "Y-you what now? Did you really sleep with a pony?" She scowls her disaproval at him.

13:44 Aldric rolls his eyes at Serilde. "I understand that, but in a week I'll be a hundred miles from here," he says, "so you needn't worry about getting tied down." The tiercel scoots forwards, closing the gap and then some. He sees the formel's scowl and bursts out laughing. "Oh, what's that about?" he says, grinning. "I couldn't find any griffons, and this pony wouldn't leave me alone! She'd always wanted

13:45 Aldric to go out with a griffon, or whatever," he says. "I don't see what the problem is. She gets to live her dream, I get a good fuck, everybody's happy!" The tiercel pauses for effect, then adds, "Very tight, too."

13:46 < Aldric> (ooo)

13:47 Aldric rolls his eyes at Serilde. "I understand that, but in a week I'll be a hundred miles from here," he says, "so you needn't worry about getting tied down." The tiercel scoots forwards, closing the gap and then some. "I mean, if you were really worried about getting tied, we should have talked about that first." He wiggles his hips, moving his knotted shaft against her walls. "I don't mind being tied

13:48 Aldric down myself, though!" Aldric winks, then sees the formel's scowl and bursts out laughing. "Oh, what's that about?" he says, grinning. "I couldn't find any griffons, and this pony wouldn't leave me alone! She'd always wanted to go out with a griffon, or whatever," he says. "I don't see what the problem is. She gets to live her dream, I get a good fuck, everybody's happy!" The tiercel pauses for

13:49 Aldric effect, then adds, "Very tight, too."

13:50 < Aldric> (PUNS)

13:51 < Aldric> (SORT OF)

13:52 Serilde shivers as she feels him move a little closer to her and lets out a long sigh and snorts at his pun. "Just like a Tiercel to want to milk a fun time into some sort of pair bonding..." She grumbles under her breath. She doesnt pull away this time but does shake her head. "Well...If you wanted to be tied down, you should have strutted your stuff to me. I didnt once see a propper dance on the way here." To the response on the pony she clenches down on her beak and rolls her eyes. "Sure, but you're still lowering yourself to fuck a pony. Surely a claw is better than that..."

13:53 < Aldric> (did she miss the bondage joke, or)

13:54 < Serilde> (Wait...bondage joke? Oh I took that in a different direction)

13:55 < Serilde> (I missed the bondage joke. Assume it went over her head.)

13:56 < Serilde> (Hmm...an interesting though just occured to me. unlike with mammals, technically neither side here gets saddled with gestation and stuff.)

13:57 < Aldric> (hmm, true...)

13:58 Aldric raises his eyebrows at her. "First you talk about not wanting to get emotionally caught up, then you want mating dances? You're a confusing griffon, Serilde." He grins and drapes his foreleg back over her side, gently scratching at her neck. "No, I think if I'd wanted to be tied down, I would have broken out the ropes." He grins even wider. "And lowering myself? Please, that pony was practically

13:59 Aldric begging me to fuck her," he says. "What kind of tiercel would I be if I turned down such a heartfelt request?" The tiercel purrs to himself as he thinks over the memory, his shaft twitching as it reverses what little softening it had undergone. "And shoving that pony around, mmm," he says, relishing how he'd been able to move her entire body to pleasure himself.

14:00 Serilde looks at Aldric slightly confused as he throws her words back at her and then blushes when he goes on to mention wanting to break out the ropes. "Oh...yes...of course," she squeaks out, turning her head away. She feels him shudder as he relives the memory and squirms, rotating around till she was facing away from him, carefully extracting her legs."Well sure she may have beenbut that doesnt suddnely make it okay. What would your pride think back home...hell what would your crew think if they found out about that, regardless of how good she may have felt."

14:01 < Aldric> (I want to say his crew is mostly ponies, is that reasonable?)

14:02 < Serilde> (I dont see why not. I'm sure there are both mixed crews and monospecies crews. Serilde might rag on him though.)

14:03 Aldric whines softly as Serilde's movements tug uncomfortably on his shaft, digging it into her slick walls while she rolls over. He pants after she's finished, and after a few moments squirms to hug her from behind. The larger griffon wraps both pairs of legs around her, squeezing her to his belly and forcing her deeper onto his shaft. Purring, he nuzzles his beak against the top of her head. "What

14:04 Aldric would my crew say?" he asks, amusement in his voice. "You've never been on a ship, have you," he says. "First off, my crew is mostly ponies, and secondly everyone's so pent up that they've stooped to much worse." He's not repentant about his actions in the slightest. "Besides, I made sure that pony knew her place."

14:05 < Aldric> (Serilde )

14:06 Serilde grunts and moans a bit as she feels him tug against her insides and then settles into place, laying more comfortably without her chest being against his. "Well...no I cant say I've ever been on a ship, but I disapear for a week or two at a time when I escort caravans. I'm never so desperate as to seek out a stallion." Though, she neglects to mention that often her longer assignments tend to have other griffons on them as well. "And I cant believe you sail with ponies. A team of griffons would be much leaner than whatever those tiny creatures can manage. They dont have claws or anything that makes them more useful than one of us," she says with a snort." Despite herself, a small purr escapes her ches ass Aldric plays with her feathers. "And what do you mean put her in her place?"

14:07 < Aldric> (what does he mean, indeed)

14:08 < Serilde> (He totally ate her and found a griffon didnt he? XP)

14:09 < Aldric> (I dunno, maybe?)

14:10 < Aldric> (should he have?)

14:11 < Aldric> (I feel like... no :V )

14:12 < Serilde> (I dont know...I was just basing a guess off of the OOC RP XP)

14:13 < Aldric> (Would Aldric know about griffon caravan escorts? it's like, sort of a Thing, right)

14:14 < Serilde> (Possibly. He seemed to know what she was talkig about earlier anyways)

14:15 < Serilde> (Inky?

14:16 Aldric feels Serilde purr and starts to preen her crest, smiling to himself. "When you escort caravans with other griffons, right?" he says. "I've been on some all-griffon crews, and I don't like all the head-butting and honor-prancing," he says. "Not a fan. And besides, it's not like you can fuck other crewmembers anyway -- all that stuff about emotional issues is way worse when you're on a boat for

14:17 Aldric months." The tiercel's eyes sparkle as she asks about the pony. "She was so excited that a griffon finally said yes, I made her work for it. Y'know, they do give better oral -- no beak." He grins. "And they're so small! You can just pick them up and move them around," he says. "Really good for making them feel used." The larger griffon rumbles happily and squeezes Serilde, bucking into her once.

14:18 Aldric He considers mentioning what he convinced the mare to do afterwards, but decides against it for now.

14:19 < Aldric> (that was longer than I thought @_@ )

14:20 < Aldric> (I am trying to get her to empathize with him about thinking ponies are worse :V )

14:21 < Serilde> (Have you figured out waht the mare did afterwards?)

14:22 < Aldric> (I think he coaxed her into giving him an internal massage :V )

14:23 < Serilde> (D you mean about thinking griffons are the worst Aldric?)

14:24 < Aldric> (huh?)

14:25 < Aldric> (....what?)

14:26 < Serilde> (Just cause he's complaining about griffons here, not ponies XP)

14:27 < Aldric> (oh, well, complaining about griffons, yes, but all his talking about ponies is implying like he thinks they're lesser )

14:28 Serilde shudders as she feels the gentle tugs, no longer bothering to hide it as she begins to relax in his grasp and her tail begins to flit about a little. "Sure...I'm often with other griffons and yes...some of them may be even more obsessed about honor than I'd like...but they're still certainly better than the ponies I have to put up with on my travels....they're certainly incompetent more often than not. I escorted this one mare, who went flying through a blizzard without any real gear..." Serilde grumbles, shaking her head. She does perk up at the tiercel's description fo the mare and nods with a little bit more satisfaction. "I suppose at lest you didnt treat her like the angel she probably expecte to be. All those prissy little ponies," she spits, "Dont really know the world actually works."

14:29 < Serilde> "And...I guess if you used her as a toy instead of an equaL, that maybe that's a little bit better..."

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14:31 Aldric keeps up his preening, finishing with her crest and moving on to the sides of her neck. His tail entwines with hers, joining it in flicking back and forth. "Ah, generally true," he says. "But there's not that many griffons for hire, and incompetence doesn't last long at sea." He listens to her story and lets out a few deep laughs. "Really? Ponies do the silliest things," he says, chuckling. "And

14:32 Aldric of course I didn't!" He recalls how she tasted, and licks his beak without thinking about it. The tiercel's head currently rested in front of Serilde's neck, so she could see him do it. "She was good, though. I wish I could find ponies who knew their place more often."

14:33 Serilde purrs a little bit more as she ffels him finish up and move down her neck, shivering as he reaches some especially sensitive parts. "I suppose..." She responds, actually knowing very little about teh workings of the navy. She laughs and nods her head, attempting to pull her tail out of his, but ending up just knotting them together. "Ya...I was going to just leave her there too...but then she offered a trade...and its not really honorable to leave a helpless pony out there if they're willing to buy your help." She catches him licking his lips as he speaks of the mare, and coupled with his comments that followed she laughs and shakes her head. "Oh? You look like you remember her having a pretty good flavor...I thought you said you didnt pleasure her except as incidental to yourself?"

14:34 Aldric takes a break from preening, just resting his neck on top of hers and spooning the formel. He nods at her words. "I would have done the same," he says. "Might have helped her anyway; I've always been a big softie at heart, much as I enjoy pretending otherwise." Her question catches him off guard, the tiercel not realizing that he licked his beak. "What? No, I uh," he says, fumbling for an answer.

14:35 Aldric "I gave her a few licks on the head, nibbled at her ears, y'know! Put the fear of griffon in her." It's obvious from his hesitation and false starts that he's hiding something, though.

14:36 Serilde snorts and rolls her eyes once more. "I think all this time with ponies may be rubbing off on you. Sounds like you're turning into quite the push over." She frowns hard at Aldric's stuttered protests and shakes her head in disbelief. "Put the fear of griffon in them?" She asks with a snort, "No, those sound liek the same activities youre doing to me, waht with all the preening. You totally cuddled with her and showed her affection afterwards," she accuses sounding a bit bitter about it. "Maybe you are just a ponylover."

14:37 < Serilde> (Was moving to bed)

14:38 Aldric shrugs, unruffled by Serilde's accusation. "I do what I like," he says, as though that explained anything. When she accuses him of cuddling the pony, he looks away, choosing not to admit that he had, in fact, done a bit of that, at least until he managed to work his knot out of her. In his defense, he was doing it while convincing her to spend the night in his crop. "Well, if you must know," he

14:39 Aldric says, pretending to be all huffy, "I actually convinced her to spend the night in my crop."

14:40 Serilde blinks at his nonchalant deflection and opens her mouth, only to find she has nothing to say. She then her head to face him as he looks away, narrowing her eyes and trying to pull away as she thinks she nailed it. However, she smiles a bit and shakes her head after he admits his deed, honestly a bit suprised. "Wow...you got a pony to go down there willingly? The last time I had that...it was that stupid mare, and she nearly died of hypothermia."

14:41 < Serilde> "She must have been extremely desperate."

14:42 Aldric grins at Serilde, shifting his talon up to rub at where her empty crop was. "Ah, you've done it too?" he asks. "That's very resourceful! Though I imagine she wasn't much for massages." The tiercel purrs, a happy rumbling in his chest. "Yes, I managed to talk her into it, and it was fantastic," he says, eyes closed and a smile on his break. "She wasn't desperate, just... very enthusiastic." The

14:43 Aldric knot tying them together showed no signs of abating, and Serilde could feel the shaft that was stretching her inner walls twitch every now and then.

14:44 Serilde squirms against his venturing talon and nods, purring as she recalls the memory. "Oh, she squrimed just fine when I ended up having to eat around her. Seems ponies arent very big fans of swimming in meat," she jokes, shaking her head. "Definitely sounds desperate to me..." She says. "I've always considered tryong to nab a pony...but I'm not sure how that would play out after I let them go..." Her walls spasm a bit around his twitching member, still holding the knot tight.

14:45 Aldric perks up as Serilde mentions eating around her pony. "Eating around them? I hadn't thought of that," he says. "I suppose you had to, with the cold?" The griffon hmmms to himself. "You managed to move the food long safely? I'm impressed," he admits. He listens with interest as she mentions wanting to nab a pony, having considered the same thing himself. "You have, have you?" he repeats, finding

14:46 Aldric himself getting rather horny again. The tiercel pulls Serilde to his chest, claws scritching at her crop, and grinds his hips against her rump.

14:47 < Aldric> (*along)

14:48 Serilde nods at the griffons question and grins, "Ya...though...actually she was the one who had to move the food along...I didnt want to tempt fate." The griffon purrs as she feels the talon rubbing and the return of the grinding against her moist nethers. "Well...its only a thought...its not like one can actually act on that...." She says, sounding a little disapointed. She moves her hips back against him, feeling herself becoming moist again.

14:49 < Aldric> (I feel like he shouldn't have done that before)

14:50 < Aldric> (though, maybe...)

14:51 < Aldric> (but I think real!Aldric would be ashamed of it)

14:52 < Serilde> (I dont know, might be fun)

14:53 < Serilde> (Ponies are lesser anyways :P)

14:54 Aldric purrs louder when Serilde mentions that the pony she'd swallowed had to move her food along for her. "She did? You made her get her hooves dirty with all that meat?" he says, in an almost lusty voice. "That's so... hot, somehow." The tiercel punctuates his statement with a buck of his hips, pressing his engorged shaft into her depths. "I've had the same thoughts," he says, "and... one time, I

14:55 Aldric actually did snatch a pony and swallow them," he admits. "But that was a mistake, letting my urges get the better of me."

14:56 Serilde gasps at the sudden buck and shrugs, "It was that or they'd freeze to death. They didnt really have a choice." Her eyes snap open as he admits to actually grabbing a pony as she turns her head to face him. "Really?" She asks in an excited curious tone, "Did they fight and squirm like that other one? And...what did you get caught or something? WHat made it such a mistake?"

14:57 Aldric grinds against Serilde, working his knot very gently at the tight walls surrounding it. "You'll have to tell me the whole story sometime," he says. The tiercel is taken aback by Serilde's enthusiasm, and shakes his head. "They fought like crazy, yeah," he says, rubbing his own crop as he thinks about it, "and I didn't get caught. I spit them up after about half an hour, flew away before they could

14:58 Aldric get a good look at me, and then sailed out the next day." His face grows a bit stern. "But really I'm just ashamed for treating them like that," he admits. "Even if they are just ponies."

14:59 Serilde squirms and presses herself back against the Tiercel's hips, feelign the tight member move and brush against her walls. She seems excited as he tells his story, listening with wide open eyes, but then they begin to narrow as Aldric mentions feeling bad, "Oh cmon...they're just ponies. Anyways, its not like you hurt them or anything. If they came out like they came in except a little dirtier, then all as well. If you're bringing up a pony pelle though..." Serilde trails off and shakes her head in disaproval.

15:01 Aldric frowns at her insistence, but does begin to give. "I suppose you're right," he says doubtfully. "And of course not, I would never do that!" The tiercel sighs, then leans back into Serilde. "Still, the willing one was at least twice as good," he says. "She squirmed just as much, and didn't kick, and massaged all the right places...!" The griffon rumbles happily and stares off into space, then

15:02 Aldric purrs. He starts to gently buck his hips against the formel -- he couldn't move in and out very much, but it was something.218.03.15]