Stats

The RP has a total of 51 lines, 3041 words, and 16041 characters.
The average line consists of 59.63 words that themselves average 4.27 characters taking about 3 minutes, 36 seconds.
Bowstring said a total of 26 lines, 1137 words, and 5913 characters.
Bowstring's average line consists of 43.73 words that themselves average 4.2 characters taking about 2 minutes, 59 seconds.
Serilde said a total of 25 lines, 1904 words, and 10128 characters.
Serilde's average line consists of 76.16 words that themselves average 4.32 characters taking about 4 minutes, 16 seconds.

22:01 Serilde escorts a caravan, consisting of a couple ponies and herself, through the dark woods of an enchanted forest. The group was several days travel from the nearest town, but the trail was worn and one of the safer routes in equestira. She didnt expect too much trouble along the way, but one could never let their guard down, especially in the more secluded areas like they were presently. At the moment, the small party had just broken for camp, and were slightly distracted getting the tents and the fire in order, giving a theif the perfect opportunity to try and suprise them.

22:05 Bowstring had been on the road for a while, and was rather hungry. He'd ran out of food and it had been a day or two since he last ate. When he saw the caravan setting up camp, he couldn't resist. He needed something to eat, and he was fairly certain the waggon had some sort of food in it.

22:05 Bowstring would approach the wagon slowly when he thought no one was looking. He had a crossbow strapped to his back.

22:10 Serilde was in the process of setting up her tent at the moment, a dark blue canvas that was being pitched only a couple meters from that of the wagon. Being on the far side of the shelter, Bowstring wouldnt notice the griffon as he first begins to approach.

22:11 Bowstring would keep approaching, until he got close enough to the wagon where he could begin to search. He'd be very careful, trying to make a little noise as possible as he went through the contents. He just needed something to eat and then he'd take off as quick as he could.

22:17 Serilde walks around her tent as the final stake is driven in, making sure that everything is in order when she notices a shadow out of the corner of her eye. Focusing her hawk eyes on it she notices that there's a pony at the wagon. She stalks up to him quietly and crouches low, preparing to pounce. The catbird wasnt the best at subtly and so probably would be heard by their intruder by the time she was in range.

22:21 Bowstring 's ears twitched a few times when he heard someone approach. He'd look around him, trying to spot the source of the sound. He'd instantly try to take his crossbow as he did so. He didn't want to resort to mugging, but he wasn't going to let himself starve out here.

22:25 Serilde springs forward, propelling herself with her muscular hind legs as the pony draws his crossbow on her. As she soars through the air, she lets out an intimidating growl before her heavier body crashes into him as she attempts to drag the pegasus down to the ground, glaring at him.

22:28 Bowstring tried to jump away the moment she leaped at him, but he didn't react fast enough. He was easily brought straight to the ground. He was knocked over easier than a straw house and fell like a sack of bricks. He'd flutter his wings wildly, and struggle once he was down, hoping to somehow to get away.

22:31 Serilde digs her claws into his body in an attempt to subdue him, drawing a little bit of blood in the process as her sharp talons just barely pierce his skin. "What do you t hink you're doing little pony? No one steals from my caravans and gets away with it. Especially no one who then draws a weapon on me." She breathes into his face as she speaks, sending fish smelling spittle and humid air into his nostrils. Between her hard beak he could see the soft pink insides of mouth, dripping a bit of spit from the roof.

22:34 Bowstring stopped struggling when he felt her talons dig into his flesh. "Yeah, and I haven't eaten in days." He still had a hold in his bow, but it was pinned to his body and he couldn't do anything with it. He'd just hold still though, and try to think of a way to get free, or something he could do, but nothing seemed to arise. "I wasn't going to shoot."

22:35 < -> pingforrp is now known as Umbra

22:38 Serilde raises an eyebrow at the stallion and releases one of her claws in order to try and pull the cross bow away from him and toss it to the side. Serilde was a griffon with a cream colored feathered face surrounded by dark brown feathers. "Sure you werent going to shoot...You dont draw a weapon on somepony if you dont intend to use it. And if you were actually after food, you'd have done best to ask. I'd bet my bits you're actually after the trade goods in this cart."

22:40 Bowstring frowns "I can't exactly eat goods." He said, before looking over at the bow. "It's not even loaded, I wanted to scare you so I could run off." He'd make a small whimper, before making a quick strugle as he tried to get free again now that she only had one claw on him.

22:46 Serilde narrows her eyes at him and clicks her beak in irritation, still not buying his story. "Sure that's what you were after, and the bolt probably fell out when I tossed it. Now, I'm going to get off you, and you're going to wait for me to find some rope to tie you up with, and then I'll drop you off in front of the nearest court in our travels for a nice stay in one of Celestia's dungeons. If you're lucky you might even get a bite to eat tonight. Just dont try to run." She narrows her eyes at him and hops off, turning to keep an eye on the stallion while she digs for some restraints.

22:46 < Serilde> (If he attempted to flee it'd be just perfect)

22:49 Bowstring didn't hesitate for a moment and spread his wings the moment she got off. He'd get on all fours before starting to flutter his wings as he started to take off.

22:50 Serilde catches movement out of the corner of her eyes as he begins to get to his feet and flutter his wings and turns around to snatch him up in her claws, pressing her beak to his snout. "I told you to stay pony. But since you cant listen, I guess I'll have to restrain you in a more convinient way."

22:55 Bowstring would struggle and try to get free once again when she had a hold of him. "come on, just let me go! what do you get for dragging me to jail?"

22:59 Serilde narrows her eyes at him. "Well, I help insure that other ponies know the price of violating the law. And now...I guess I get a full belly for a bit." The edges of her mouth turn up in a smile as she snakes out her tongue to lick across his snout.

23:04 Bowstring would blush when he felt her tongue against his snout. He'd slowly back away. "W-wait... what do you mean by full belly?" his ears flopped down. The little guy tasted lightly of cinnamon.

23:06 < Inky> (ohoho)

23:06 Serilde licks him again and murrs at his delicious flavor. "Oh, well really I mean a full crop. I'll probably cough you up tomorrow after I've had a night with a wonderful squirming pony, and then we'll get you all tied up," she says, clutching him close and preventing him from moving too far.

23:07 < Serilde> (What's up Inky? xP)

23:07 < Inky> (watching your RP :V)

23:09 Bowstring made a small whimper when he heard that, and tried to pull his muzzle away from her beak. "C-can't you just tie me up now?" He was worried, and didn't exactly trust the griffon to cough him up.

23:11 < Inky> (so is she going to have an "accident")

23:12 Serilde shakes her head firmly. "No, I dont think so. I'd just give you another opportunity to get away now wouldnt I? So just sit and relax while this happens." She puts a claw behind his head and opens her beak wide, pressing his snout into her smelly slimy beak as her tongue traces over it.

23:12 < Serilde> (Yep ^_^)

23:16 < Inky> (she'll feel really bad :o )

23:16 Bowstring kept trying to back away. "P-please don't... please..." He said, trying to push against her and get free as he felt her start to take in his muzzle. That was when he looked right into her maw and held still. He'd just look into her throat, his face glowing bright red with blush as he felt her lick his face. "O-oh wow..."

23:21 Serilde pushes Bowstring's snout against the back of her throat as her hot saliva drips down on top of the stallion's face, matting down his fur. Heedless of her protests, she gives a gulp, causing the tight muscles to grip around his muzzle and begin to drag him in deeper. The pink flesh turns to blackness as his eyes are drawn in past the light.

23:23 Bowstring made a muffled whimper and tried to pull away when he was suddenly swallowed down her throat. He'd hold still though after a few moments when he realized if he struggled he could hurt his neck or something. She'd hear him whimper over and over though.

23:27 Serilde purrs at the stallion's flavor and at his sudden acceptance of his current position. She loosens up the grip on one of her talons to gently stroke the stallion appreciatively as she gulped him down faster, pulling his chest into her beak. The sharp tip dug into his flesh with each swallow as he moved along.

23:32 Bowstring would whimper loudly when he felt the tip dig into him. He'd try to touch the spot with his hooves or the tip of his wings as he felt it poke into his flesh, the pony not at all liking the pain.

23:32 Bowstring held still though aside from that, knowing he wasn't exactly going anywhere.

23:34 < -> Azure_Ocean is now known as Chaotic_Harmony

23:35 Serilde 's heart beat much quicker than that of a ponies as Bowstring could hear, sounding almost like white noise as it thumps several times a second. After a couple more gulps the poor pegasus would find himself begining to curl up in a slimy sack. Her tongue tickled against his soft downy feathers as she began to work her saliva into his wings.

23:38 Bowstring tried to hold his wings still as she licked at them. He'd also begin to gasp for air once his head was inside of the pony's stomach now that he wasn't being smotherd by the tight confines of the bird's throat. "D-don't bite down so hard please..."

23:42 Serilde shakes her head at his request, since it was already hard enough to get a full pony down without keeping her beak wide enough to not scrape it. She'd get him down in the way most comfortable to her. Bowstring would find the air inside the griffon's crop to be breathable, though smelling heavily of fish and salt from her previous meal, but at least the chamber was free of anything that could harm him. All around him he could hear the gurgling of the stomach ahead and her labored breathing. Her beak slides across his sheath painfully, before bringing it in reach of her squirming tongue.

23:45 Bowstring would start to kick his legs and tense up when he felt the beak against his cock. "C-come on!" He'd start to whimper over and over in pain, until it finished. "Owww..." He was starting to shake a little.

23:50 < -> Umbra is now known as slumbra

23:51 Serilde licks over his package and sits back, bringing his kicking legs skyward as she tilts her beak up. The pony sinks down much quicker now that she's past his widest part, rather quickly gulping down his legs. The griffons talons trace over the impresson of Bowstring in her chest, kneading the slimy walls against his body.

23:54 Bowstring would kick his legs a few times, before starting to relax again after the sharp part of her beak was off his sexy bits. He'd start to close his eyes and just try and get used to his new holding cell. It was rather nice in there aside from the lack of air. It was warm, and the churning felt like a whole body massage.

23:57 < Bowstring> disconnected =/ ]

23:58 Serilde curls her tongue around his hooves as they enter her mouth, digging the slimy muscle into the clefts as she tastes the last of his delicious flavor. Finally the griffon pushes them down her throat and then quickly slurps up his tail. Her talon traces the bulge as it travels down to her inflated crop before letting out a soft burp. "HOw are you doing in there little pony? Regretting trying to steal from us yet?"

00:00 Bowstring shivers. "N-no actually..." He said, as he got nice and comfy in her stomach. "It's kinda nice in here, aside from the whole sharp beak thing." He still was a little nervous that she'd digest him in a slew of acid in a horribly painful way, but right now things seemed alright.

00:04 Serilde prods at the bulge as she makes her way back to her tent. "Well...I cant say I dont enjoy having a pony in there. Now squirm for me, before I decide that you're not worth the trouble of keeping around till I can tie you up tomorrow."

00:05 Bowstring frowns. "I-if I squirm can you send some food down here?" He asked, before making a tiny whimper. "I'm kinda hungry to the point where it hurts a little..."

00:08 Serilde lays on her back, inverting bowstring as she tries to get comfortable in her bed roll. "Sure, I'll send food down there in the morning if you squirm for me. This is your punishment for trying to steal from us you hear?" She rubs her talon on the bulge, prodding the pony to try and get him to move.

00:11 Bowstring would whimper, and squirm a little inside for her. He'd flutter his wings and push against her stomach from the inside. "O-okay... you won't hurt me though, right?" He didn't out all of his force in his struggling though. He didn't want to somehow hurt the griffon.

00:14 < -> Tihan is now known as Tihan|ZZZ

00:16 Serilde purrs as he feels the stallion begin to move inside of her, closing her eyes as she layed down on the pillow. "Yes, yes, you should be fine in there. It's not the first time I've kept a pony in my crop overnight. It feels too nice to give it up." Her crop vibrates with a purring that seems to originate from just behind him, the waves rumbling his very being as her talons dig into his body.

00:22 Bowstring coo softly as he felt it vibrate through him. He'd keep struggling and wiggling inside, even as his body slowly grew tired. He wasn't exactly the most in shape any more, and didn't have the best endurance.

00:27 Serilde 's breathing slows as she's begining to get lulled to sleep by the stallion's steady relaxing movements. The tension in her crop slowly eases as he squirms, casuing the formel to continue to purr. As he begins to slow, the griffon finaly fully falls asleep, though her crop continues to knead around him. Her steady snoring echoes through the tight chamber.

00:30 Bowstring would stop struggling once she was asleep, and curled up into a little ball and closed his eyes, just relaxing there as he felt the crop press around him, working him over in what felt like a massage. It was so warm in there, he actually rather loved his prison..

00:35 Serilde 's crop steadily massages the pony as the griffon sleeps, kneading his body and pressing her hot smelly slime into his fur, though after a bit Bowstring would begin to notices his hooves getting latched on by a tighter tunnel, and slowly dragged away from the rest of his body, spreading him out into a more comfortable position.

00:38 Bowstring would try to pull them out of the tunny, the pony not knowing what would happen if he was brought there. "Um... h-hey!" He said, hoping to wake her.

00:41 Serilde sleeps soundly as Bowstring begins to struggle once more, her body instead purring at the renewed internal massage. Her stomach muscles continue to pull him in past the tube, causing the pony to be pulled in past her chest bone and down to her stomach. As his head enters, He'd notice that the air in this chamber was much more hostile than before, smelling heavily of bitter acids, which he can just imagine to be the fluids pulling around his body.

00:43 Bowstring would start to struggle again, kicking his legs like crazy as he entered the new, more hostile chamber. "let me out!" he'd say, fluttering his wings and doing everything he could to stay above the acids.

00:46 Serilde 's stomach continues to flood with acids, making it harder and harder for the stallion to remain above the fluid level. His struggles were quickly wearing out what little air he had in the harmful chamber, making him grow weak and light headed. The fluids would begin to tingle at his fur as the stomach walls massaged them into his body, caoting everyting in the caustic substance.

00:49 Bowstring would start to feel himself grow light headed. He'd finally give in, and just rested, trying to do so in such a way as to keep his head propped above the acid. "Please wake up..." He muttered softly, the pony now just whimpered softly as he finally gave in.

00:51 < Inky> (she should bury his pellet :V and give it some sort of cairn or similar)

00:52 < -> Zuthal is now known as Zuthal|Class

01:01 Serilde 's stomach works hard to digest Bowstring after he finally passes out, liquifying his body and turning it into a useful slurry of nutrients to be added to her plot as a layer of fat, later to be convereted into toned muscle. Quite a bit of him remains in her gizzard as it squeazes his bones and fur into a tight ball. In the morning, Serilde feels a familiar pressure in her and begins to dig a quick hole outside before she feels herself begining to hack. Her body gags and convulses for about a minute as a large slimy ball makes her way out her throat and plops into the hole. A slimy glistening mass of mostly grey hair with bits of brown fur, long feathers, and exposed bone stares back up at the griffon, including the partially showing bleached skull of the pony before. The griffon feels a tinge of remorse as she sees the remains of the bandit who had tried to steal from them the night before. "Sorry pony...I didnt mea for this to happen, but at least I guess you wont be stealling from anyone anymore." A couple sad tears drip from her eyes as she kicks dirt over the pit and then with a sigh turns to strike her tent and pack up. "Alright ponies! Rise and shine!"