The wind was warm as it coasted over the sapphire surf in supple laps of azure waves, the scene picturesque like that of a postcard as the sun shone down with its shimmering rays. The weather the ideal conditions for a later afternoon swim, a situation that Silverstream was happy to exploit as she frolicked in the shallows with her more regal relative of a cousin. Skystar had already galloped giddily ahead as she had spotted some shiny shell and had called dibs as she bolted to snatch up the large conch for her comprehensive collection.

To this Silverstream had given a nasal snort and faked a running start before letting her cousin race ahead to collect the conch, as she was already beaming before she even snatched it from the seafloor in a snowy burst of silty sediment. Skystar’s teeth shining brighter than the mother of pearl in the shell as the yellow sea pony did a spin as she was clearly chuffed about her acquisition. The mare pausing in the water column for a moment so her artic blue fins billowed in the calm currents as she took almost delicate care to stow her haul in her kelp messenger bag, the satchel mostly empty space but by the time the duo decided to head home after an hour or so of sub nautical beachcombing, it was packed to the brim with stylish seashells, weighing heavily on Skystar’s shoulder.

“You think that’s enough? We have enough shells to give your clams an entire extended family,” asked Silverstream, as with an orchid fin she snagged an aquamarine whelk shell from the sand and offered it to Skystar. Skystar not noticing for a moment she was too absorbed looking at her collection of calcite gubbins with the normal excited gleam in her eyes as she took stock of her haul in a bubbly browsing. The yellow mares face expressing every thought as soon as it trickled into her eccentric brain, as Skystar’s eyes flicked from shell to shell causing the grin on her face grew into an ever wider with each passing second. Skystar’s mind taking a few moments to find bite before suddenly clicking and finding gear as she acknowledged and accepted the contribution. The mare mulling for a moment before she almost exploded in a satisfied voice which cadence almost made it sound like she was about to spontaneously burst into song.

“O’ definitely!” exclaimed Skystar through a smile, as she almost shrieked the words in adulation as she could already imagine all the friends she could make with this bounty. Skystar’s finned hoof rooted through her bag as she retreated a particularly large ruby red cockle, that had highlights of vivid yellow in the defilades as it was elegantly coursing with colour.

“I am going to name this one Shelby, she can be the aunt of Shelly and Sheldon, I am sure they will be thrilled…….” went off Skystar, as the talkative mare began to explain her plans of how this new “family member” would fit into her circle of imaginary friends. This stream of thought no uncommon with the butterfish so Silverstream just wrote it up as one of her cousin’s quirks, so the magenta mare just smiled and nodded as Skystar got the concept out of her system. The two taking a steady swimming stroll back home, following a sandbar making gentle small talk as the two hyperactive horse fish bounced off each other like rubber, thoroughly enjoying each other’s company as they moseyed homewards.

The twosome making a decent pace as they chatted, the mares relaxed and lost in conversation as they followed the well-worn path back to Seaquestria through reassuring tropical waters. This familiarity breeding a false sense of security, that clouded the mare’s judgment, as if they had been more observant, they would have seen a dim shadow following them like a ghost. The amorphic shape rolling over the sand like a soaring ray, leaving nothing but a silhouette gliding without a single disturbance as silently the unknown entity closed the gap as it homed in on the two oblivious sea ponies.

“So my mom was sa……...”

SPLASH!!!

WHAM!!!

In an instant, Skystar was cut off as she recalled a humorous exchange, that she had had with queen Novo last week over something trivial. Silverstream’s head snapping to her side to see nothing but a wake of pearlescent bubbles forming a silver wall, preventing the sea pony from seeing her cousin who was lost in the rippling silvery rivulets that were slowly drifting upwards towards the golden sun. The froth lingering for but a moment before it gradually parted leaving just Skystar’s clam crammed bag to gently drift to the sand below.

“Sky?!” called Silver, her eyes wide at the sudden disappearance of her giggling cousin. Silverstream’s worried face scanning all around her as she looked for her vanished relative, the violet eyes trembling slightly as it was unable to locate even a muffled snickering laugh that would indicate this was some sort of joke on the part of the misplaced mare.

“Skystar?!” again repeated Silver, using her cousin's full name as she began to feel a knot pull tight in her stomach as a wave of dread tickled its way up her slender spine. The light donk of the bag hitting the sediment causing Silverstream to flinch as the ocean was suddenly silent baring the light splashes of waves breaking as if time had stopped leaving the no longer jolly sea pony trapped in a bubble of tense apprehension. If Silverstream had been more observant she would have seen her shadow grow wings, but the sea pony was more fixated on finding her misplaced relative as her heart began to quicken in the rapidly inflating anxiety that had crept into her cheery mind like a cloud.

“Skystar, if this is a jok……” started Silverstream before the words she hoped to guilt trip Sky out of hiding were cut short, as out of the blue a sudden impact struck her in the shoulders. The mare letting out a gasp as her ribcage lurching forward from the momentum of the strike, Silverstream's head keeling over as she had but a brief second to see a shade tainting the sand below her. The vague shape distorting the normal shadow of Silver’s streamlined shape into something unfamiliar, leaving her in shock as dagger-like talons sank into her flesh, before just as quickly she was yanked upwards as whatever had hit her plucked her from the sea.

The last thing for Silverstream remembered was her head breaching the surface of the sea, the cold air prompting her shocked body to stutter to life in worming wriggles, but the janky motions never materialized. The Pink seahorse instead of mounting a fight instead simply blacked out, as the force of her snared body jolting upwards was so great it caused her to pass out as the blood rushed from her normally active imagination to her elegant tail fluke. Her last sensations being the scraping raking her body as the what felt like talons gripping her shoulders slipped for a second before snagging securely in Silverstream’s scales as her limp body was whisked away with flapping strokes.

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The next thing Silverstream’s mind registered was her landing hard on her front as she was dropped from a shallow height stiffly on her sternum. The wheezing groan coaxed from her lungs, as the impact winded the groggy guppy, as her slack form came to terms being sprawled out on a warm but barren islet. The radiant heat from the baked basalt doing nothing to sooth the crash that was sure to form a bruise, as Silverstream shuddered and tried to curl up into the fetal position, but all she could muster was a grunt as she was wracked by the stinging pain that resonated within her tender torso. The sea pony taking a few haggard breaths before she felt firm hands yank her upright well a hot breath caressed her cheek.

“Wakey, wakey dweeb,” mocked a butch female voice that belonged to the sharp claws that were closed around Silverstream’s lithe neck. the words causing Silverstream to tense up as the sea pony began to worm in the grasp of her captor in a futile attempt to escape, but the grip remained like a vice securing the fish out of water leaving her tail to strike the ground ineffectually with wet slaps. The fight soon leaving Silverstream as she ran out of steam as it was abundantly clear she was doing nothing other than tiring herself out with her pointless resistance as the hands remained like a steel snare.

“Please…. Let me …. Go” winced Silverstream, as she tried to negotiate herself out of this situation, she had found herself in, as she did not like being stranded high and dry like this. Silver’s words sounding rather pitiful, and it prompted her abductor to chuckle in a sadistic manner as they appeared to relish in the complete control they were projecting on the pink seahorse.

“Get a load of this dweeb Greta, she is begging, and I haven’t even done anything yet,” said the voice, the tone alone telling Silverstream the speaker had a cruel smile plastered upon their face.

“Lucky you, I had to hit mine to stop her incessant babbling,” came a more reserved voice that must have belonged to Greta. The words followed by a sad meep that Silverstream recognised as her cousin somewhere to her left. The distraught sound causing the sea pony to try and crane her head to locate her relative, but strong hands held Silverstream down as here entire world view was not this brown pebble protruding out of the sea.
“You know I love it when you start getting rough,” replied the voice seductively, in a way that flustered Greta as she snapped back in an embarrassed fashion almost immediately.

“Gilda, please…...” blushed Greta, as her cheeks went a rosy red from Gilda’s teasing, the bedroom eyes that the griffon was giving her not making it any easier to hold down her quivering quarry, as the tone on the sea stack changed abruptly.

“Why? It's not like they are going to tell anyone, “replied Gilda, the way she said it more than a little sinister detracting from the fact Silverstream now knew the name of who had her pinned like a butterfly.

“Are you sure? They seem a little, big,” said Greta, who was not sounding as confident as her compatriot. This earned a bemused huff from Gilda, who dragged Silverstream across the ground as she turned to address her friend. Silverstream’s eyes finding a brown and green griffon almost lounging on top of Skystar, who looked distraught with tears welling in her eyes from her rough captivity. the yellow sea pony pinned on her back so that her cringing face pressed against Greta’s fluffy neck feathers as the avian subjugated her with her soft down.

“Trust me, these frilly fins fold up fine in the stomach,” Gilda said, giving Silverstream’s cornflower mane a squeeze to demonstrate the principle, making the pink pony flinch at the unwanted attention. The statement getting the young mares mind jogging as the griffon was casually describing them as little more than snacks to be devoured.

“Besides these fish dweebs go down smooth, not to mention their scales feel great on the way out,” continued Gilda, as she continued to dirty talk with her mate, as her firm weight continued to rub in her dominance over the frail sea pony. The urge to cry coming to Silverstream, but she remained resolute as she had to be brave if her and Skystar were going to get out of this, But Greta’s biology seemed hellbent on quashing such ambitions as the griffon’s middle began to growl as it grew impatient waiting for Silver’s short term stay in the stomach. The gastric rumbling so loud that Gilda cocked her head at the sound of the grumbling gut, as the aerial fishing had worked up an appetite in both parties and it was time to dine on the fruits of their labours. Gilda smiling at the sound, as she on slow steps dragged Silverstream over towards her lounging companion.

“Open wide for your sushi,” said Gilda in a low voice as if it were a whisper, the hen snaking her tail around so its tufted tip stroked Greta’s face softly as the two prepared for their picnic by the beach. The sea sprayed air seeming to grow slightly steamy, as the two catbirds locked eyes for a moment leaving just the lapping of waves and Silver’s hysteric heartbeat to act as the soundtrack to this strangely saucy scene.

The prompt causing Greta to slowly open her yellow beak, a strand of saliva bridging the bills before breaking in a frothy crackle. Smaller threads forming stalactites that were soon to part once Skystar’s muzzle slipped into that gaping maw. The sight of the back of the throat as it neared causing Skystar to wriggle and beg, as the parted beak lowered to accept her, the sea pony powerless as she began to blather pitiful pleas for clemency.

“Please!!”

“No, my mom is queen No…...”

SQUELCH

Skystar’s words cutting off abruptly as the back of the throat pressed upon her trembling lips like a moist gag. Greta easing her head forward as she forced the quivering snout past the throat flaps, that grasped almost curiously as if feeling up the protein packet they were set to shepherd to the stomach. Skystar going wide-eyed as she began to buck and worm ineffectually as Greta began to dine upon her flailing form at her own preferred leisurely pace, a curious tongue slathering every inch of Skystar’s scales as the griffoness wanted to experience this new culinary experience to its full.

“You see that Greta you’re getting a royal meal,” reassured Gilda, as she watched the consumption play out, Greta unable to react other than a low moan as she savoured the taste of her scaly snack. The stifled sounds of panic the Skystar was emitting tickling Greta’s sinuses as she just leaned in and began to swallow. The sight causing Gilda’s loins to stir as she loved watching her mate taking flat teeth as prey and these slimy sea ponies were proving no exception.

“NO!”

“Let her go!”

“We can give you gold!” screamed Silverstream, the sight of her cousin being devoured jumpstarting her protests as she began to broker for Skystar’s life as she gradually sank into Greta at an agonisingly slow oozing pace. Silverstream's eyes locking on the bulge that was Skystar’s head, as Greta began to wobble her head back and forth to work skilfully her sharp beak over her meals jostling shoulders without nicking the flesh and staining her plumage with needlessly spilt crimson lifeblood. Skystar’s attempts to prevent her dive to digestion not working as her smooth scales meant she slipped in smoothly just as the purple plumed griffon had said, the statement filling her with dread as it indicated that the formel spoke from experience.

“Please stop eating her!” begged Silverstream as she could do nothing but watch, as Gilda ignored her incessant whining and held her head in place so she could witness every slow second of Skystar’s conversion from person to belly bulge. Gilda said nothing for a time, just listening to the distraught jibbering of the trembling sea pony in her grasp, who was soon bawling as the true extent of her helplessness began to sink in like a lead weight.

“Plea… Please!” the words growing hoarse in Silverstream’s throat, as she just let it all out, as she did nothing by whinge upon deaf ears. Mumbled screams coming from Skystar as with methodical swallows she sank inch by inch closer to her digestive destiny. Greta’s beak coasting down Skystar’s streamlined body with a series of powerful muscular contractions that easily dragged the frantic fish further into the sweltering confines of the griffon’s body. Silverstream was left with nothing to defend her terrified mind as she felt her cheery face morph into a look of aghast horror that was plastered upon her now very much pale face, as she was forced to witness Skystar being devoured as easily as she might eat a kelp burger. Muffled protests, sodden swallows and the sloshing of a stomach flooding with enzymes to melt a mare sized meal haunting Silverstream as she began to zone out as her lungs shuddered in shock, a fact that Gilda was fast to notice as she yanked the sea pony back to reality with her abrasive words.

“Are you paying attention dweeb, you’re going to be making the same trip to my belly,” prodded Gilda, as she stuck the reality into Silverstream like a verbal dagger that the griffon was quick to twist. Gilda doing so as she saw her mate was secure in her meal, as Skystar was at the point where she was rapidly losing the ability to offer any resistance except some frail flicks of her fan-like tail. The sea pony well and truly bound and bundled up in the peristaltic tunnel that served as the portal to the crop and its more grindy sibling the stomach. Greta not seeming to be in any rush as she wanted to taste every inch of this new foodstuff Gilda had introduced her to, and as such she was taking this slow as it was quite a departure from her normal equine meals. This gave Gilda more than ample time to begin to mock her soon to be belly bump, the griffon raising her claw to point at the lump that had to be Skystar’s head thrashing around as a dull mewling bulge beneath Greta’s tawny fur.

“You see that, her head is already in the stomach, the acid is already getting to her.”

“She is going to start screaming very loud when her pretty little eyes start melting out of their sockets like jello,” stated Gilda coldly, as with a strong swallow Skystar elegant tail began to slide into the gullet much faster than her bulkier barrel, as it was all downhill from here as Greta coasted down the tapering end of her fishy feast. The sea ponies’ hydrodynamic body built for swimming proving the perfect shape for easy swallowing, as now that gravity was on her devourer's side Skystar began to slide in under her own weight as the griffon let her quarry trickle down her gullet to her gut.

“Would you like a closer look?” asked Gilda sarcastically, as she tugged Silverstream by her mane fin and drew her closer to the lively lump that was Skystar who was starting to curl up in the tart tummy.

“No plea….” cried Silverstream, but Gilda ignored her, and firmly pressed her face upon Greta’s meat-filled middle. Silverstream trying to pull back, but with her body adapted for the ocean, she was no match for the four-legged fiend who pressed the sea pony’s tear-drenched cheeks to the lively lump Skystar was being relegated to. Silver weeping from her bloodshot eyes, that grew all the more distressed at the sensation of Skystar’s body writhing in the bird’s belly. The fruitless sensations echoing through the gut sleeve causing Silver to cringe as she could feel the echoes of every one of Skystar’s motions as she rolled around in the kneading stomach that was trying to fold her up in the best position to simmer to soup. The pink sea pony trying to use her hoof to press away from the bouncing belly, but all this did was give the stomachs occupant something to push up against as Silverstream felt the caress of another hoof through the stomach wall as Skystar desperately tried to find some comfort in the hellish enclosure that was the caustic cauldron of Greta’s gastric chamber.

This prompted Silverstream to jolt backwards, but the stern palm on the back of her skull held her still so that she could experience every last weak twitch that Skystar would make as she filled out Greta’s formfitting stomach. Looking around in on last chance for help, Silver found nothing but the white waves of the ocean, and the cackle of seagulls that seemed to find amusement in her strife. Skystar was just a pair of blue flukes now, hanging limply from Greta’s bill as the rest of her was entombed in the sauna-like innards of her stuffed predator. Gilda leaning down to add some salt to the open wound that was Silverstream’s imminent ingestion.

“That’s going to be you in a moment,” the words as if on cue, as Skystar’s soft blue tail began to curl up as it scraped over the V were Greta’s upper and lower beak met. The throat rippling in a peristaltic undulation before the flukes folded and with an “S” ing of the neck they followed the rest of their owner down the short slide to the stomach. Greta closing her beak as the vibrant cyan fins slipped out of sight and with one final swallow, the bulge Skystar's rear end made moved past the griffon’s collar bones to join the rest of her in the spasming swelling in Greta’s midriff.

Feeling her food fold up in her, a stuffed and smug-looking Greta then just gave a loud wet burp, the venting of gastric gas laced with a slight rain of spittle. The act robbing Skystar of any breathable atmosphere that had been guzzled down with her, prompting her to begin blindly frenzying as she began to drown in the acrid abyss of the griffoness’s stomach, after finding her hyperventilating lungs unable to draw breath in the hostile environment. As if to contain the unruly passenger Greta’s stomach abruptly clamped down to hold Skystar still until she expired and leave a hearty helping of seafood for the griffon to digest at her leisure.

Watching the bulge slow down to a death rattle, Skystar’s struggles rapidly lost their vigour until they were naught but slight ticking twitches before going still for the last time. Greta’s stomach growling in victory as it settled into the arduous task of repurposing a sea pony into useful elements to pad the griffon’s feminine assets. Gilda letting Silverstream getting to see her cousin expire before the griffon said a few last words to truly rub salt in the wound that was the sea pony’s bleeding heart.

“I cannot wait to see where that slut goes on my girlfriends’ body,”

“Personally I am hoping for some more fat on her bum, I love the way it bounces when I get rou…...” Greta ending Gilda’s taunt with a love bump to the shoulder, as she gave her a look that showed her displeasure of too much bedroom information being given.

“Just shut up and eat your pony,” groaned Greta with an eye roll, as tense meat tended to cause indigestion and based on how the poor thing was shivering like a leaf, she was more than a little stressed. To this Gilda just gave a bemused snort as she loved seeing Greta flustered and opened her mouth to claim her dinner. Silverstream giving a little whimper before her world got a whole lot darker as the gullet parted over her face like a salivating steam towel.

Gilda was an aggressive feeder and unlike Greta who had taken the time to mull her meal, the more brash griffon simply inhaled her squirming supper in a few fast gulps. The powerful contractions carrying consuming Silverstream from nose to tail to the stomach in less than a minute as the throat rode over her body in a swift series of glugging waves as the griffon chugged down her supper like a glass of water. The bawling Silverstream getting dumped in the gut, where she immediately broke into a hot flush as her body was used to more temperate seas then the humid hotbox that was an avian stomach.

Silverstream didn’t have time to get comfortable though, as with a whooshing backdraft and a clench from the stomach the stale air she had to huff on was sucked back up the slick chute she had entered from. Silverstream began to gag, her mind realising this is what Skystar had felt in her last moments as she began to try and swim to get her head above the surface of a sea that had no sky. The sea pony floundering and soon she went ridged before she blacked out and her fallible body went into a death spasm as the stomach claimed her as sustenance.

Letting out a second smaller burp as Gilda voided Silverstream’s last breath, the griffons’ stomach squeezing the lingering air from her motionless lungs like she was juicing an orange. The griffon rolling her tongue as she got one last taste of the sea pony shaped lump that was filling her gut until she started to liquidate Silverstream’s assets and her simmering flavour would taint the griffoness’s burps. Gilda then just rolled back on her haunches, her belly sloshing slightly as it was already attempting to grind its pony protein packet into a mare meatball.

Yawning, Gilda looked over to see Greta curled up as she spooned her bulbous belly, her arm draped over her middle giving the taut tummy a small circular stroke as if trying to ease digestion as she turned Skystar’s supple shape into a nutritious soup. Gilda smiling sweetly at the cute sight as her lover was already tuckered out and had fallen to sleep after succumbing to the food coma that adding a full-grown sea pony to one’s middle might induce.

Snuggling up to Greta, Gilda placed her head on the soft belly and let the sounds of digesting flesh lull her into sleep, as she soon joined her mate in Luna’s gift. The task easy as the melody of mulching made her eyelids heavy so before long she was snoring like a babe. The crackling of decalcifying bones adding lucid imagery to their dreams as the duos guts slowly deflated as meat puree was funnelled into sieve-like bowels so that the stew could be screened for nutrients.

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It was morning when the catbirds began to stir, Gilda’s eyes flickered open to the sound of gagging wheezes that were common in her species after enjoying a pony-sized meal. Greta hunched over and retching like she assumed the normal pose to pass a pellet as though delicious equines and their ilk tended to contain a lot of indigestibles that liked to pool in the stomach as their biology had the sense not to waste the bowels time with the technicolour roughage.

This part always amused Gilda as her companion was not as well versed in this part of partaking in pony prey, and she always struggled to bring up the bile laced leavings. Gilda not saying a word as she snuck up on the choking Greta like a leopard, before with a roar she thumped her mate on the back. The jolt shaking the pellet loose prompting Greta to pass it with a wet splat, as the grotesque mess landed at her feet as a steaming packet of former sea pony.

“Thanks…” said Greta gratefully as she took a long breath of the fresh morning air, before she took a moment to inspect the crystalline mass that flown from her beak. Slowly swallowing to pass the taste of stomach acid from her tongue, Greta gandering gaze was surprised to not see a prismatic pellet like when she regurgitated the leavings of her more normal pony prey. Instead of a blue and yellow mass of scales and the white peppering of acid pitted bones, the griffon was met with a pale and translucent mass, that almost looked like a pellet made of glass instead of the mortal remains she had come to expect from her prey. The colour sapped from Skystar’s corporeal remnants, leaving just a morbid cast of off-white proteins.

Gilda taking her side a moment later before with a single grunt and a hrrk, the more veteran hunter passed her pellet almost gracefully. The guttural noise adding another seemingly identical pellet to cool besides Greta’s, the stomach stripping both sea ponies of any identity as their colours digested along with their flesh leaving just some frosted glass-like indigestibles.

“better out then in,” said Gilda with a smile, which Greta could only give a sound of agreement as she was still trying to reign in her composure, leaving her significant other to add one final quip.

“See what did I say? …… Smooth,” said Gilda, emphasising the last word before she began to preen herself to remove the bed head that had manifested from sleeping rough. Greta joined her in this task, her beak nuzzling slightly into her lovers’ breast, as she smelt the familiar musk of her loved one as she helped put the feathers in line. The two cooing slightly as they groomed each other affectionately as they cleaned up after dumping their dinner dates. The two making small talk as they nibbled at each other’s feathers, but it was just sweet nothings as they just soaked in each other’s presence. Before long, it was time to go, and fanning their wings the relaxed griffons took to the skies to rested and rejuvenated from their romantic dinner.

The pair eager to get back to their roost so they could partake in something more carnal in the privacy of their nest, as Gilda could already see that Skystar had added some more junk in the trunk for Greta’s now bouncier bottom. This helping to detract from the dense feeling that was pressing upon Gilda’s back door as Silverstream’s more brown remains grew impatient about getting let out, but that could wait until they got home for such a chocolaty deposit. Greta was the same, but the thought of Gilda ravaging her with passionate lovemaking after a conquest was more prying on her mind. The one flaw with their more unconventional relationship was that without the toys they kept under the bed they were limited in their options. Though to be fair, it was not like they could have done it with the sea ponies stewing in their middles, as the bulk would have made it nigh impossible for them to interlock in a carnal embrace, though the thought of mewling prey item squirming through the sex did give a lewd idea for the next time they had a hunt.

“We should do this again….” The thought making her absent-mindedly speak her desires aloud, as the pair had much to discuss during post-coital breakfast. Of course, that was a given, the real question was what kind of flat toothed fool would be the next person to slip past the throat flaps……...

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Silverstream and Skystar are out collecting shells, things quickly take a turn for the worst when they fall prey to two ravenous sea eagles.

A fun collaboration I did with Mrleft ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Mr-dot-Left09 ). Based on the fishing nature of certain eagle species and how we thought it would be amusing to transfer said behavior over to griffons. Hopefully, you guys enjoy it as much as we had fun putting it together :)

I just wish it didn't take me the better part of a month to get the story from start to finish, but hopefully, it was worth the wait.

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