S.S Shorebreaker Crew Audio Log Entry #43—2 Days Before Contact Lost

--Playback Initiated—

Crew 1: Yeah, so…that thing. Uh…yeah. That thing.

Crew 2: It- it got the captain, right?

Crew 1: Yep. I think. Uh…probably.

Crew 2: …You don’t seem very worried.

C1: Wha-? Oh, no I- yeah, I am, just- I mean, what am I supposed to do? He had all the instructions and the key to start the engines. We’re kinda just…floating here. Kinda hard to panic.

C2: I mean…I guess. Uh…what do we…say, for the crew report?

C1: Um…right. Right…well…uh. S.S Shorebreaker has encountered a hostile…thing…er…entity in the North Luna Ocean, a few dozen miles west of the Equestrian shore. Our only contact with the mainland was a research base on the coast, but the unicorn manning the station said it would take at least a day to get word to the nearest guard outpost, and a day longer to bring anypony to help, most likely. We weren’t able to re-establish contact. Our energy’s kind of…running low.

C2: Leaving something out, right?

C1: Right…well. The S.S Shorebreaker previously had four crew on board, plus the captain. As of right now…well…it’s just us. Two of us.

C2: It ate them.

C1: We don’t know that, so it can’t go in the log.

C2: Freaking…(Inaudible)

--Log Ended—

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It wasn’t like Cloudburst disliked working on a boat. The blue-furred, blue-and-white-maned Pegasus certainly didn’t belong on the ocean, one might say, but he still enjoyed it. On its worst days it was often enough to make him pretty sick, sure, but even then he could just curl up in his hammock and feel the ship rocking back and forth around him. He knew an Equestrian vessel like this could handle just about anything the elements could throw at them; and thus, he felt content.

The problem here was that the thing attacking their ship definitely wasn’t part of nature. At least, it sure didn’t seem like it should have been.

For a whole week now, they had been floating, carried primarily by ocean currents. It was hard to describe how terrifying the ocean became once you lost all control over where you could actually go, especially when you previously had full control over it. With the loss of her captain, the Shorebreaker was little more than a metal husk drifting on the water—as Cloudburst’s only remaining crewmate put it, it was more like a metal coffin filled with provisions to prolong their eventual expiry. That is, if it didn’t get them first.

Truth be told, they didn’t know what it was. All they knew was it had been messing with them for a while, and only recently took their captain. At first, they had thought it to be a playful and small whale, or perhaps a very large dolphin…but that proved itself false rather quickly.

Now, they had only wild guesses. That was fine with them, though; they’d rather not get into a situation where they knew the beast up close…but it was admittedly hard not to create mental images of it.

But now, Cloudburst had a job to do. Or at least, he had something to do, to keep himself occupied. It was his duty to inspect the ship’s hull and other integral parts for any damage or wear and tear. After all, the only thing worse than being stranded on a ship they couldn’t operate was being stranded on a sinking ship they couldn’t operate. So, Cloudburst was down in the lower reaches of the ship, the part of the hull that was typically below water. Here was where the ship kept its ballast tanks—normally, they’d be able to filter water in and out of these tanks to make the ship heavier during heavy waves or wind and prevent it from tipping over, but at the moment they had no such capability. If there was a storm…they weren’t in a very good situation. Luckily, the weather was practically balmy outside.

And that was why Starfish was so eager to take watch duty, Cloudburst had to imagine. It was fine with him, though. Working below deck honestly felt a lot safer than above, even though they did know that the beast—as far as they could tell—couldn’t breach the water high enough to reach the deck. Unless it was toying with them…

That wasn’t a thought Cloudburst liked to entertain. He was content to inspect the hull, not that his inspections lasted long. Already he was making his way up from the lower decks, groaning to himself about his aching wings as his head peeked over the top of the stairs, situated right in the middle of the main deck. “Star?” He called, eyes scanning the deck until he saw his fellow pony—albeit a unicorn—leaned up against the railing on the starboard side.

Starfish was a surprisingly attractive unicorn. Cloudburst had to admit, he was kind of into him. Under different circumstances he may have actually made a move, but for now he couldn’t. The brilliantly white-furred unicorn almost seemed to be unfit for a role as menial as a deckhoof, but he seemed alright with it. His golden blonde mane and tail were kept with such prestige that Cloudburst wondered if he had been hoarding mane-care products somewhere in the ship, but he’d never found evidence of such. His name was the only thing about him that was seaworthy, at least at first glance. Even his cutie mark was that of a five-pointed blue star with a mariner’s four-pointed compass sticking out underneath it.

Starfish’s head tipped towards Cloudburst, and the Pegasus’ chest fluttered a bit at his companion’s brilliant green eyes fixating on him. He was on his hind legs, leaned back against the railing…and admittedly not leaving much to the imagination, as he had discarded his uniform at some point. His smile curled softly along his lips, a perfect mixture of tender warmth and friendly joviality. “Morning, Cloud.” He cooed. Cloudburst swore his voice was intentionally flirtatious, but he talked to everypony this way. At least…he was pretty sure he did. “Everything up to code?”

“Uh, yeah.” Cloud cleared his throat, glad that his darkish-blue fur was enough to hide his rosy cheeks. “Everything…okay up here?”

“Mmm.” Star nodded, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as he leaned back. “It’s hot, though.” He sighed exaggeratedly. “If it weren’t for our friend down there, I’d jump in for a swim…”

“Friend…hmph.” Cloud grumbled.

“Oh, it’s just a joke, lighten up.” Star smirked at Cloudburst, giving him a subtle wink over the rim of his half-moon glasses. “Speaking of…you look flustered. Something on your mind?”

“Flus- uh…no.” Cloudburst shook his head quickly, his wings straining against his attempts to keep them from springing open. “Just…hot down there. Like, really hot. Down there.”

“It’s hot out here, too.” Star sighed, in an even more exaggerated fashion this time, before dropping down onto all fours again. As he began to approach Cloudburst, he swayed his hips from side to side—they were…curvy, unbecoming of a seapony yet fitting him just fine. It wasn’t the first time Cloudburst had noted the plumpness of his friend’s derriere, and wouldn’t be the last.

…As far as he knew.

“Yeah well…uh.” Cloudburst bit his lip subtly as Starfish sauntered up to him, rather boldly dipping his head to rub up against Cloudburst’s chest. Of the two of them, Cloud was definitely a bit more muscled, but they were both the same size. “U-uh. Star? Isn’t this a little…”

“Shush.” Starfish traced his muzzle upward, brushing it against the bottom of Cloud’s jaw and planting a small kiss on his chin. “We’re alone. No one else is here. And let’s be honest…they’ll likely take a while to find us, too.” He leaned into it a bit more, as if nudging Cloud to sit back. “I don’t want to build this up. I don’t want to wait for it to flourish into a burning flame of love and passion as we drift along the sea, never knowing when the day will come where we finally let our emotions show.” He leaned in even harder, his lips brushing against Cloud’s sensitive, nervously twitching ear. “I just want you. And I know you want me, too.”

“U-uh, well- I uh…I…” Thwp. Cloud’s cheeks turned a proper beet red as his own body betrayed him, a solid rod of I-want-to-pound-this-prissy-stallion bouncing firmly against his underbelly as he anxiously clenched his hips. “F-fuck, come on, Star…”

“Yeah…I was about to say the same thing.” Starfish winked, now pressing his head up against Cloud’s neck, planting soft kisses along it up to his cheek. “Come on…let’s enjoy ourselves.”

“S-Star…” Cloudburst wheezed breathlessly, his system overloaded. His wings sprung out like tightly bound springs, his whole body shaking for a moment at Star’s incredibly gentle touch…and as the unicorn’s horn lit up with a soft blue light, he could feel a ring of heavenly magic wrapping tight around the base of his needy length below. “…O-okay, don’t- d-don’t…stop…”

“Sit.” Star was a bit firmer with his demand, but Cloud would have responded anyway. The blue Pegasus promptly sat down, doing precious little to hide the impressive set of ‘tools’ he was packing. A pitch black spire of pure stallion arousal throbbed heavily against his belly, sticking up straight in the air while two shining orbs of matching colour rested against the floor below it. He was panting—he couldn’t help himself. Star’s voice was almost like a whisper. “And let me…handle you.”

“S-ssst…Ssstaaarrr…” Cloud’s eyes rolled back slightly as he felt the ring of magic around his shaft slowly begin to move upwards, perfectly aligned with the downward motion of Starfish’s head. The overwhelmed Pegasus could only whine quietly as his pristine unicorn friend let his tongue drift around the tip of Cloud’s shaft, the flared head pulsing and throbbing in desperation for more while he subtly teased and poked at it with the warmth of his maw. He began to move the magic ring up and down, his hooves steadying the spire of stallionhood that encompassed his vision—even Starfish was a bit loopy from the strong scent of masculinity that radiated off of his more chiseled friend, but it wasn’t a bad thing in the slightest. It only made him want more.

Starfish opened his jaws, slowly feeding the tip of Cloud’s horse cock—for really, the term was the only one that accurately depicted how ‘hung’ Cloud was—past his lips. His tongue continued its teasing assault, slipping further down the base of his rod and slurping along it in slow, methodical circles. Starfish was far from practiced at handling a tool of this size, but he had done it before—a fact that was evident as he suddenly plunged his head downward, swallowing a good half of its entire length before pulling his head back, leaving it shiny and pulsing even harder.

“H-h-holy- Celes-tia…” Cloud whined, his hooves scrabbling at the deck as he tried to grip onto it, his whole body tense, yet in a state of pure ecstasy. It had been years since Cloudburst had felt the touch of another pony like this…and even his own touch was still several days behind him. He snorted strongly through his nostrils, locking his eyes shut for a moment before reopening them to look down at Starfish.

The alabaster unicorn had his eyes tilted up, meeting Cloud’s gaze perfectly as his glasses drifted down his muzzle. While maintaining pure eye contact, Starfish suddenly pushed himself down again, swallowing even further than before and continuing his magic-and-tongue combined assault on the Pegasus stallion’s engorged member. He winked subtly, then pushed himself even further, until a faint gag was cut off by the groan of Cloudburst’s arousal as his wide-hipped friend reached his medial ring.

“G-ggrh…gggn…hhh…” Cloudburst couldn’t form words. He saw stars swimming in front of his eyes, even as he looked up to see Starfish’s backside swaying slowly from side to side while he began bobbing his head up and down diligently on Cloudburst’s shaft. His hips were hypnotic, capturing Cloud’s attention to the point that he barely noticed his hoof lifting up to gently settle on the back of Starfish’s head. A subtle, yet clear indicator that he wanted more—that he needed Starfish, and he wanted him to give everything to him.

“Mmphmn.” Starfish couldn’t form words either, but that was for an obvious reason. He took a deep breath in through his nose, then began to work in earnest—he started moving his head up and down, swirling his tongue around Cloud’s cock, while using his magic to form a ‘hand’ that cupped and toyed softly with the two heavy orbs that sat beneath. It was clear this hit a mark for Cloud, as the stallion’s grunts and huffs became even less like statements and more like bestial sounds to express pure elation. Starfish couldn’t have been happier—his own pitch-black erection was so needily pulsing beneath him that he had to resist the undoubtedly painful urge to rub against the deck, which was…not a material one would want to grind against.

“Gg-ghah- S-Star-…!” Cloud squeaked, his voice reaching a pitch that Starfish had scarcely heard from him before. The stallion bucked his hips forward, his hoof pressing down a bit on Star’s head—not hard, but hard enough—as he hit his peak quicker than Star had expected. His shaft pulsed heavily, throbbing with intense need as his climax hit, a flow of salty stallion seed spurting out of his flared tip into Star’s throat. The unicorn happily swallowed what he could, but was grateful when Cloud’s grip loosened and let him pull back.

At that point, Starfish was content to wrap his lips around the tip and suckle on it like a pacifier, smirking slightly as the constant spurts of Cloud’s load seemed to go on for at least thirty whole seconds. When it seemed like the last bits of it were released, Starfish slid his mouth off with a faint pop, licking his lips subtly and smirking up at Cloud.

Of course, as Cloudburst had been plenty pent up, another sudden pulse of his shaft shot a new load onto Starfish, splattering against one side of his glasses and painting part of his face with a thick, viscous coating of stallion spunk.

“…U-uh…hh…nnn…s-sorry…?” Cloud managed to gasp through his heavy breaths.

“Sorry?” Starfish raised an eyebrow, slowly removing his glasses using magic. Without missing a beat, he brought them up to his lips, letting his tongue loll out and making sure Cloudburst was looking before he casually dragged it along the lens—slurping off the traces of seed that had landed on it, before wiping them on his fur to dry them off and put them back on. “I’d say- ggrk- gah, you’re…geez.” He shook his head. “You’re big, you know that?”

“Aheh.” Cloudburst snickered nervously, his cock still twitching at Starfish’s shameless display. “W-well…uh…thanks. You’re…really good at this, too…”

“I have some practice.” Starfish stood upright, shaking his hips slightly as he turned away from Cloud, facing the railing. “But let’s be honest…that’s not all we’re gonna do today…” He brought both forehooves up over the railing, swishing his golden tail to the side to reveal his plump, rippling backside, just barely hiding his puckered tailhole, while not hiding an inch of his plump, dangling sack. “Is it~?” He purred, looking over his shoulder with an expression that clearly answered his own question.

But it seemed that fate had other plans for them. More specifically, it had plans for Starfish, and he had waltzed his way right into them with an extra bit of saucy seasoning on top of it all.

There was a splash—a loud splash, far too loud to just be the ship hitting a wave or something of that sort. Cloudburst’s eyes shot fully open, his ears flicking upright as he leapt to his hooves, still woozy from the intense orgasm he’d just reached. He didn’t have time to process it though.

There was a split second of grey. Cloud saw it, leaping straight up out of the water, glistening in the bright mid-morning sun. The beast—he had only seen slight glimpses before, but now it was here. It leapt so quickly that Starfish didn’t even swap his expressions before he was gone, still looking back at Cloudburst with that sultry grin as he was swept up along with the beast’s jump. It easily cleared the railing, its immense body landing on the wooden deck with a THUD, leaving seawater raining down on Cloudburst, dripping down its huge, heavy form. The entire ship—which was more of a boat, really—lurched to one side, tipping dangerously close to the water before swinging back, albeit with a slight lopsidedness towards the starboard side.

Cloudburst’s eyes craned up. The behemoth was…a pony. No, not a pony, but it definitely looked like one. From hooves to head, it was clearly equine, sporting grey ‘flesh’ rather than fuzzy fur. It may have had a layer of fur, but it certainly seemed mostly flesh, much like a fish. Its ‘coat’ was spotted grey spots of varying opacities on its back and rump, leading all the way up to the back of its head and ears, around its seafoam-green mane. Most notable was its size; not only was it bigger than a pony by a considerable margin—in fact Cloudburst likely could have walked beneath it with his mane scarcely brushing its stomach—but it was…heavy. He couldn’t imagine this was the default weight for a creature of its species, whatever it was, since it shook with each movement it made. Sagging beneath its heavyset frame was a faintly slorshing orb of light grey flesh, its stomach so large and round that it likely could have swallowed a whole wagon and not made much of a dent once it was all crushed into a uniform shape.

The beast had wide flanks and thickened thighs, plump off of whatever it ate…which was where Cloudburst’s eyes wandered next. Dangling from the jaws of this great equine beast was Starfish—or rather, the lower half of Starfish. The rest, he could see, was lodged firmly in the creature’s throat, wriggling faintly as his hind legs twitched and shook outside of its—no, his, Cloudburst realized, upon glancing at the creature’s hind legs and what lay between them—jaws. With a toss of its head, the creature glugged and gllurrked heavily, thick and sloppy swallows dragging Starfish in…and his lips closed behind him. Cloudburst only managed a frightened squeal before the final, rippling GGLLWWORRK sealed his friend’s fate, the wriggling bulge of a live, struggling pony disappearing down into the monster’s massive barrel of a belly. Starfish didn’t even dent him. Aside from a faintly visible lurch of his belly and an even more faint slorsh of liquid and who knows what else settling inside, there was no sign of the unicorn.

Bbhhooouuurrrrllllccchh. The sound that followed was deep, guttural, and excessively throaty—the creature’s lips parted slightly to let the gaseous eruption out, before its teeth clacked back together in a disturbingly intelligent smirk. Then, much to Cloudburst’s surprise…it spoke.

“Grroohh…” It groaned out loud, suddenly letting its massive rump fall to the deck below with a THWUMP, its mighty tank of a belly shaking and bouncing heavily between his heavy, wobbling thighs. “Whoof…four of you guys in a few days…really does wonders on my gut.”

Cloud’s ears flopped back against his head. This thing…this stallion, it was sentient? It could speak? And yet…it swallowed living ponies whole and alive, no doubt leaving them stewing inside of it for who knows how long until their eventual demise? He could hardly fathom the cruelty of it. It was almost too much to bear…

Thwap.

Cloud’s cheeks burned red, despite it all. That…was not a good sign.

The kelpie—for that was the most accurate descriptor Cloudburst could apply—looked towards Cloud with a well-maintained smirk. As he sat perfectly still, Cloudburst could hear…things.

Ggllouurrnnsshhllrrrlsh. Bbllorrttggrrpphhrrlbbllrrphbbrrl…GLUNK. ssSSLORSHssggllrrrbl. THUNK. THUNK. GWORSHHrrrlgg.

Loud…gurgly…things.

Mm-mmphmnr-mmphnn! Ggrrphm- mmmnnnnnnnn…

He could imagine what the louder thumping noises were. Along with the veritable ocean that likely sloshed within the kelpie’s massive middle, he imagined those sounds were Starfish, and perhaps even others, pushing against the unyielding walls of its stomach. But…the sounds that were like muffled yelling sounded strangely calm, given the utter panic that they should have been in…

“Hey.” The kelpie spoke again. His voice wasn’t nearly as deep or powerful as Cloudburst expected—but it was still fairly deep and powerful. He stiffened, in more ways than one, and shuffled back slightly until his rump nearly fell into the staircase again.

“U-uh- I…I…” Cloudburt mumbled.

“No, don’t talk.” The kelpie’s lips curled back into a smirk, showing off teeth. He notably had two sharp fangs on both his upper and lower jaw, but otherwise they looked the same as any pony’s. As he spoke, he placed a large hoof on his even larger belly, giving it a firm pat and chuckling a bit. “Just come over here.”

“Wha-wh-what- are…you?” Cloud managed to croak, somehow placing more importance on that knowledge than his swallowed-alive friend.

“Me?” The kelpie shifted a bit, squishing his hoof down into his stomach. Bbllorrrppggrrssh. “I’m a kelpie. Well…sorta one.” He stuck his tongue out, as if this was just a playful conversation. “Name’s Undertow. I don’t uuuuusually talk this much to breakfast, but you kinda just sat there, soooo I figured you must be into it.”

“I-into it?!” Cloudburst’s ears flicked back, then his wings sprung up again, against his will. “…I’m not- no, I’m not.”

“Okay, well shouldn’t you be flyin’ away or something?”

Cloud’s mind raced. He swallowed hard, his wings nervously flapping. “I…my wings are…really aching.”

“Huh. Were they aching…the whole time?” Undertow raised an eyebrow.

Cloudburst hated how strange this was. This whole time, he thought they were being stalked by a shark or some kind of mutated sea creature, but…it was a sentient being. And yet, somehow, that didn’t make him feel worse, and he just hoped he didn’t answer the question poorly. “…I…I didn’t want to abandon the crew…”

“Because I’m pretty sure,” Undertow rolled himself upright slowly, grunting a bit with the exertion of lugging his heavy gut up from its comfortable resting position. “That you could’ve flown all the way to shore and back before I even got your captain.” At the mention of that, his stomach abruptly ggwwRROORrrrllled, his lips parting at the side to emit a soft bhhhrrrph. “Unless you just really wanted to stay.”

“I-…I did!” Cloud shuffled back a bit more, trying to mentally will what he wished was a fear-boner to go away. “I…if I left, you- you might have…”

“I don’t eat thaaaat fast. But I guess you didn’t know that.” Undertow stomped forward, his heavy gut swinging like a hammock filled with its own personal ocean beneath him. The constant, muffled slorsh, slorsh, slorsh of his belly was starting to get to him. “Cause honestly…I think you stayed because you were curious.”

“C- wh-what’s that supposed to mean?” Cloudburst managed to stagger to his hooves, fumbling his way backwards until his rump bumped against the ship’s port railing, on the other side from where Undertow first landed.

“Eh…I dunno really. Just a thought.” Undertow’s smirk widened, his teeth glinting dangerously in the sunlight. With the sun positioned perfectly behind him, his face was partially in shadow, with his teeth gleaming a scarily pearly white. “Most ponies would’ve run off for help if they were capable after I snapped up that first guy. What was his name…” Undertow stopped moving forward, his hoof caressing the smooth, blubbery curve of his stomach. “Rum Raisin, right? Heh.” He seemed to like the name. “Yeah…he was a good one.” His tongue slowly traced over his lips, and a shudder seemed to run down his spine. “The way he talked about you and that prissy stallion…made you two sound like the perfect combo.”

“Y-…wh-what makes you think I won’t fly away right now, then?!” Cloud barked, but bluffing was a pretty dumb idea in retrospect.

“Didn’t you just say your wings are aching?” Undertow tipped his head to the side, his smirk not wavering at all.

“…I-…uh…a-adrenaline- uh…” Cloud squeaked, his body lowering towards the deck as Undertow stepped over him, now blocking out the sun and casting a shadow over Cloud’s fearful—and fearfully aroused—body. “…I-I ah…I…uhm…”

“I think you’re stalling because you wanna know what it’s like…” Undertow leaned down, his face mere inches from Cloud’s face. “But you don’t wanna admit it. Am I right?”

“H-…hell to Celestia no!” Cloud managed to croak. “I’m- who the hell would be- no!”

“Who? I dunno…your friend’s enjoying it, feels like.” The kelpie shook his hips slightly, making his gut GLUNK to one side, then the other. “Stopped struggling after a minute. Mostly just some…up and down movements, right now.”

“U-up and- oh. You mean- wait, no, why would I- I’m not gonna believe you…!”

“Well you don’t have to.” Undertow promptly laid down. Even while lying on his belly—a prospect that made Cloudburst wince—he was slightly taller than the Pegasus, albeit with less of an imposing shadow. “All you have to do…” He continued, before opening his jaws terrifyingly wide, directly in Cloud’s face. They spread wider than one might expect them to be able to, the twin rows of pearly teeth giving way to a dark, salivating abyss of pulsing pink flesh that dove down into a gurgling tomb that could hide even a whole pony inside. “Is get in.”

Cloudburst’s heart stopped. Or at least, it felt like it did. There was practically a ringing in his ear from how much blood was rushing to his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Even with his fur, he knew he looked as red as a cherry. “G-gg…get…y-you want me to…”

“Crawl in.” Undertow insisted. It wasn’t a request, nor was it a formal order—it was just a statement of fact. It was what Cloud had to do. If he jumped in the water, he’d just be caught in seconds. If he tried to fly away…well…

…Why didn’t he try to fly away?

Cloudburst tried to reason with himself. Of course he wouldn’t fly away—he didn’t want to abandon his crewmates! And when it was just him and Starfish, then…it was just kind of rude to leave him, at that point. Even if he could have gotten help.

…And yet, when he tried to run that through the ‘reasons he stayed’ detector, it didn’t go off. He started shaking a bit, his wings still painfully erect—as was his cock, despite him desperately willing it not to be.

Gggrrrmmbbblllrrrooorrggg.

Undertow’s belly rung out loudly, rumbling heavily against the wooden deck as he rolled his slitted eyes. “Fine.” He groaned, and moved his head forward.

“W-waitwaitwait-!” Cloudburst began to yell, but Undertow’s decision was made; it was very clear that he had no power here. Within seconds, he felt his entire upper body sheathed in Undertow’s mouth, lifting his hind legs clean off the deck and leaving them dangling and kicking weakly. Undertow’s lips formed a strong seal, and try as he might, Cloud couldn’t push his jaws open. Though, as he pressed his forehooves into the kelpie’s tongue to try, he did feel something else, lower down…

Undertow’s tongue, a slimy mass of muscle, flicked up behind him and pressed against his rump. But it didn’t do anything from there—simply held him, keeping him from backing out. At the same time, Cloudburst found his painfully hard member grinding on the kelpie’s tongue, so soft and exceptionally warm that he almost let himself get lost in it…

“N-no!” He managed to gasp, but it was a very feeble means of resistance. A simple flick from Undertow’s tongue and any amount he had managed to wiggle backwards was undone, returned to being an oversized candy for the kelpie, who loudly slurped and suckled on his tasty, vaguely chicken-flavoured treat. “F-fuck-! S-stop…!” He wheezed, unable to hold himself back—his body took over for him, his hips grinding back and forth, rubbing his shaft up and down against the powerful muscle beneath him…

Mmmmrrrr. Undertow’s entire mouth vibrated with a rumble of satisfaction, or maybe annoyance; Cloud couldn’t tell, but either way, it just made it feel even better. His mind started to cloud over, forgetting the situation that he was actually in and thinking solely about the heavenly sensations gracing his sensitive shaft. Even with Undertow’s hot, muggy breath washing over his face, he couldn’t help it—it took him less than a minute to reach his peak, eyes crossing before they squeezed shut and his cock erupted with a smaller, but still substantial load of seed that partially seeped down into Undertow’s quivering, pulsing throat.

And just like that, he fell still. The previously wiggling, twitching legs outside of Undertow’s lips stiffened, quivered, and then fell limp, dangling idly as the corners of the kelpie’s mouth curled into a grin, even as his tongue curled further against Cloudburst’s butt. Finally, it pushed him forward.

Cloud didn’t resist. He didn’t even say anything. Lying flat on Undertow’s tongue felt…nice, weirdly. Even as his upper body began to slide into the tight embrace of the kelpie’s rippling throat, he didn’t even feel much panic.

gggLLRRUP.

Undertow swallowed. It was a deafening sound, accompanied by a strong pressure surrounding him on all sides. His hooves slipped past the kelpie’s lips—disappearing from view as Undertow’s cheeks bulged slightly, followed by a stronger, heavier GGLLHHRRK.

Down, down he went. Now only his hooves were left on Undertow’s tongue, giving a small and nearly unnoticeable wiggle. Undertow kept his head straight, his tongue idly curling back as he clenched his jaw…

Gglrrk…sslrrp…gggLLWWORK.

The wriggling bulge in Undertow’s neck that was a whole, live Pegasus made its way down smoothly, disappearing past the curve of his chest in due time. Once it did, it was gone—even as Undertow stood up straight, his belly only gave a faint slorsh and a slight lurch as he dropped inside, then returned to its natural size and shape.

Cloudburst couldn’t say that the insides of Undertow’s stomach was at all pleasant—it was impossible to say so about a belly filled with salt water, mush and a random assortment of solid items, all glunking and sloshing around in a soup that was more than waist-deep to him. But even as he pulled himself to sit upright, he felt the comforting hooves of a loving friend wrap around him from behind.

“Y’know…” A smooth voice rumbled in his ear, holding him as tight as could be in the near pitch-black depths of Undertow’s slimy, deafeningly loud belly. A dim blue light illuminated the soaking, rippling, pink interior, large enough to house a decent sized aquarium tank—and sporting enough fish bones in the soup beneath them to indicate it could house the fish, too. “I kind of like it better this way.” Starfish’s voice cooed, a soft nip on Cloudburst’s ear only making him redder than before.

“I…kinda do too…” Cloud finally said, and leaned back against his unicorn partner.

Ggrrmmbllrg…bbllrggrrllpphhlrrb…GGWWOORRRRNNNNN…

…Bbwwhhouurrrph. “Ugh.” Undertow patted his chest with a hoof, clearing his throat and working up a wetter, bassier gghh-OOOOUUuurrrRRPPH. “Yeah…lovebirds.” He chuckled, patting his belly with one hoof. “You two get nice and cozy in there. Don’t worry ‘bout getting it on, either…” He snickered to himself, heaving his forelegs up on the railing and wiggling his hips a bit. “Mmmph. Got me all worked up now too…”

But he didn’t stick around. Instead, he leapt—surprisingly gracefully, really—from the side of the boat, splashing down heavily in the open ocean. Not even a minute later, the water was fully calm once again, leaving not a single trace of what happened to the crew of the Shorebreaker. Of course, Undertow would know…he’d need to remember to thank his research-bound friend for telling him where they were.

Of course, Aqua had wanted him to save them…not this way. But he had a feeling they wouldn’t mind this either.

As he swam ever deeper and further away from the boat, a particularly soft and dainty belch sent a stream of bubbles floating upwards.

One, notably, was a faintly blue-glowing, heart-shaped bubble.