The griffons would have to face Skyheart head-on. The pegasus was sure they’d parlay with her. “Captain Gullthunder’s wanted to get his claws on the Wind Runner for ages. If I play my cards right and be patient enough I’ll be the one with two ships!” The copper-coated pony chortled with glee and waited until nightfall, when the ship was close to the bay. The sun set as Gullthunder’s ship, the Sunderer, came to a stop just off shore. At that point, Skyheart marched up to the edge of the beach and stood casually, out in the open. She wanted to make it obvious that she was not only unarmed, but wasn’t there to start anything. With the doughy mare in plain sight, she hoped that she wouldn’t be meeting the business ends of griffon claws or other weapons.

Skyheart watched several boats deploy from the Sunderer, a few griffons to each one, rowing to shore. She knew they’d never take wing with the airship relatively close, knowing that they were safe when at water level. The pegasus did her best to stand still and emanate confidence as they encroached. It would be suicide to take on so many sea-faring creatures, particularly unarmed, and Skyheart didn’t want to give even a hint of an impression of aggressiveness. She noticed several pairs of sharp avian eyes glaring her direction, then looking amongst themselves. They appeared confused more than anything: What was a lone pony doing standing on the beach? Skyheart allowed her tail to flick back and forth, her only sign of nervousness. Her plan was solid, but it only took one twitchy griffon to make everything go south.

Skyheart stood firm as the boats ground noisily against the beach and came to a halt. Griffons piled out from the boats and immediately surrounded her, keeping their distance. “Who’re you?” a scrawny one chanced.

“What are you, daft? That’s Skyheart!”

“Wait wait, Captain Skyheart? Here alone?”

“You dolt, she’s not alone! That’s her ship right up there!”

“You know,” Skyheart cut in, “it’s rather rude to talk about somepony as if they aren’t here.” Every head snapped to face down the pegasus, claws pawing into the sand some.

“And just what’s your business here, Captain?” a griffon growled. “Awfully dumb of you to leave yourself unarmed and facing a bunch of pirates.”

“Like I’d need anything to take one of you on,” Skyheart scoffed, as another boat sounded off against the beach, coming to a halt. “Only reason I haven’t started anything is because I want a word with your captain.”

“Screw off! What do you say boys? Wanna take this mouthy mare on?” There was a grumble of agreement. Shit, Skyheart thought, readying not to fight, but to flee.

“At ease, lads,” a booming voice interjected. Skyheart’s head snapped up. She hadn’t noticed the captain land, but it was obvious that’s who it was: Towering over the other griffons and dressed in garb not dissimilar to Skyheart’s own former clothing, Captain Gullthunder stepped into the circle of griffons and smiled down to Skyheart. “The lass wants a word with me, and she obviously means no harm, eh?” There was another general mumble of agreement, although more reluctant than before. Gullthunder paced around Skyheart, who remained stoic by the griffon that stood a head taller than her. He knew exactly who she was, but showed no fear himself, inspecting every plump curve she had to offer. “Got yourself a nick there,” he chuckled, flicking at the peagsus’ injured wing. It stung, but Skyheart remained calm.

“Ran into a bit of trouble,” Skyheart said, forcing a smirk. “Figured you’d fancy yourself an airship, seeing as every pirate aboard there is a traitor. How about we work something out?”

Gullthunder completed his inspection of the pony and stood in front of her. “Why not?” He agreed, giving every other griffon a look. “Set up the camps as we planned, boys. I’m going to go… negotiate with the captain here.” Everyone on the beach, Skyheart included, knew what that meant. She was internally relieved she wasn’t killed on the spot. Plus, she was about to get a good rut in.

“Lead the way, captain,” Skyheart offered, gesturing to his boat.

“No boat this time missy. We fly.” He didn’t wait for Skyheart, grabbing the mare around the middle and spreading his large wings wide. “Seein’ as you’re injured I hope ye don’t mind being escorted.”

Skyheart had to swallow her pride. “’Course not,” she assured, Gullthunder taking off with his price held close. The pair flew swiftly back to the ship, leaving the crew behind to set up camp.

“So,” one of the griffons asked the group with a laugh. “How much do you think she’ll add to the captain’s ass?”

*	*	*

Skyheart had to admire the Sunderer. For a sea-faring ship that’s tangled with the likes of her crew, it hardly looked it. She could tell Gullthunder was an experienced captain in his own right, and would of course accept her as a key ally. The pair landed on the deck with the griffon leading the way to his quarters. “This way, Captain,” he offered, large tufted tail swaying to and fro. Skyheart didn’t miss the package the large griffon housed between his legs, licking her lips and anticipating the fucking she was about to get. She followed along silently, heading below deck and ending up in the relatively-lavish captain’s quarters, complete with a bed big enough for the large Gullthunder. She opened her mouth to ask how to commence negotiations when she felt a claw smack into the back of her head. Skyheart tumbled onto the mattress, laying on her side in a daze.

“Bitch. You really think I’d parlay with the likes of you?” Gullthunder boomed, stripping free of his captain’s garb, leaving him as bare as the pegasus. “After all you’ve done to me and me crew? Nah, I’m gettin’ myself off on that fat ass of yours and eatin’ you up. Been a long voyage and I’m not about to pass up so much freely-offered meat!” Skyheart mumbled incoherently and tried to stand, only to receive another smack, this time to her face.

“Y-you bastard,” Skyheart mumbled into a pillow, feeling her tubby form righted and pressed into the headboard. She squeaked, feeling Gullthunder grip to her hinds and pull them apart, leaving her doughy rear, tailhole, vagina and all, exposed to the room at large. Her tail, trying to maintain her modesty, was brushed aside. Her head was tilted, one cheek pressed to the headboard, one eye seeing Gullthunder climbing onto the bed with his hips lowered to Skyheart’s. “Y-you can get yourself two ships with my help. The Wind Runner could be yours.” Gullthunder smirked and stroked his rapidly-hardening cock idly.

“Without the likes of you commanding things, I’m sure we’ll take your ship with little trouble at all, Skyheart.” He licked his lips and ogled at the plump rear end he was about to conquer. Skyheart squirmed, but a thick griffon claw kept her pinned to mattress and headboard alike. Gullthunder lowered his head and dragged his thick, saliva-soaked tongue up between Skyheart’s buttcheeks. She shivered as the hot fluid slickened up her entrances, the mare seeing the griffon dick throbbing in need.

“It’ll be as easy as you were to lure in here.” Skyheart glowered wordlessly, struggling under the pinning claw. Without another word Gullthunder thrust his penis forward, his furry balls pressed to Skyheart’s buttcheeks as his shaft rammed deep into the fat mare’s pussy. She squealed in shock, the thick girth spreading her wide, the drool doing nothing to help the dry intrusion. She was forced to watch Gullthunder’s eyes roll, one claw cupping her ass, the other keeping her pinned. His tail swished behind him as he started to fuck her, pulling out halfway before hilting hard again. Every smack of balls against butt and squelch of parting netherlips emanated about the room, Skyheart losing feathers as she writhed and shrieked.

Gullthunder drooled at the sight of the doughy buttcheeks jiggling with every hump and the scent of the mare he was about to eat, sinking his cock deep into her over and over. Skyheart felt pressure on her womb with every thrust, the griffon dick too big for her to handle almost. Her world became a daze, her snatch slickening with the constant humps, and in a few minutes soon leaking fluids of her own. The dazed blur became a mix of ecstasy and fright not too long after, Skyheart cumming around the invading griffon cock. Her fluids dribbled onto the bed and made Gullthunder spurt out a hot shot of pre deep into her marehood. “Already?” he sneered, leaning down to lick up her back. “Oh well. Not like I’m keepin’ you around much longer anyway.”

Skyheart was a whimpering mess, jaws hanging agape from the constant rutting and her orgasm. She watched in a daze, feeling every throb of Gullthunder’s penis, the tip flaring a moment later. With a loud bird-like shriek of pleasure, Gullthunder gripped to Skyheart’s cutie marks and hilted, pressing twitching balls and eager hips against the fat flesh of her ass. Splurt, splrrrrrt, splut sput splut… He came hard, Skyheart squealing and abdomen bulging with the voluminous amount of cum spewed into her. Excess amounts squeezed out around the throbbing member, making an even bigger mess on the bed. Gullthunder humped himself dry, only pulling out when his cock had already begun to soften, leaving more cum to leak onto the mattress. “Mmm… Perfect way to drum up an appetite.”

“No… Please...” Skyheart mumbled, the bed shifting around as Gullthunder crawled further onto the bed, the fat pegasus encompassed by his body. “P-please don’t eat me!” The griffon smirked, a single claw angling Skyheart’s head upward. Her eyes bulged in terror seeing the upside-down griffon beak part, thick lines of drool blurring the fleshy gullet beyond. Gullthunder thrust down just as the mare managed another squeal, her protesting head vanishing down the gullet with a glk! Protesting forelegs found their way in next, squishing either side of her face as they joined her in the throat. Skyheart’s whole world was slimy and dark, forcing a cough out of her before she continued her pitiful protests. “Gullthunder pleeease!”

GLRP! Another loud swallow rocked the cabin, dragging the copper pony’s chest and wings up into the slobbering beak. Gullthunder sat down on the bed, the bulge in his feathered neck prominent and sinking as he gulped again. The writhing protests of his meaty meal proved worthless and he ignored them, Skyheart wailing away as she felt the slimy tongue press into the fur of her back. Her hinds were splayed behind her pudgy butt, unable to struggle, the mare feeling them drag along the bed as more and more of her was eaten. Gullthunder took his time, running his tongue all over the peachy flavor of the plump pony, opening his beak just enough to sink it lower, taking elongated GLRRRKs to slowly swallow Skyheart whole and alive. The pegasus whined, body bent awkwardly, her fat stomach pancaking against the bed and pressed to the headboard.

Gullthunder gripped once more to Skyheart’s rear, letting his claws sink into the doughy flesh and massage them teasingly. “Mmm...” he murred, drool freely flowing down the pony’s fat body and dribbling to the bed below. He clamped his beak hard around the stomach and lifted his head back to its natural pose, squeezing and squishing the stomach as he chewed lightly to really enjoy Skyheart’s flavor. The mare’s head had just poked into the belly, leaving her awash with the odor of digestion fresh on her senses. She squealed, and the muffled whining brought a smile to the griffon’s beak.

He left Skyheart with her hinds pointed upward, tail dangling, fat ass squeezed and molested by greedy claws, for several minutes. Every so often a particularly harsh squeeze of the beak spurted out a stream of spent cum from Skyheart’s exposed snatch. Gullthunder swept his tongue up to taste the doughy butt of his former rival, leaving the whole backside shining with slobber. He caught another particularly loud squeal from within when he suddenly pointed his head to the ceiling, tail dangling alongside his beak now as he widened his jaws to let the stomach slide inward. ULP! GULK ULP GLRK ULK! A series of powerful wet swallows compressed the belly into the throat, bulging out his feathered neck greatly. Skyheart piled more into the stomach, already feeling the sting of stomach fluids.

Gullthunder widened his beak further, stretching it to his limits to let the fat pegasus ass schlrup into his mouth properly. He splatted his tongue up and folded it into the crevice, tasting all the meaty flavor the pony had to offer there. Skyheart’s still-protruding hinds and tail flicked in meager protest but couldn’t stop her from being eaten. Gullthunder blissfully fluttered his eyes closed and let his beak hang agape as he ate Skyheart alive. GLRRRRP! GLUK! Skyheart’s fat furry rear disappeared down the throat, leaving her hinds and tail to collect in the yawning beak. ULP… GLRRRRRRK! The griffon swallowed Skyheart whole, her buttcheeks bulging briefly in his neck as they squelched down to join her in the distended stomach. She was forced into a curled-up position and squelched fully into his belly with a SLORSH! “Mmff! Mffffff!!!” she wailed, belly jiggling to and fro as a teasing pair of griffon claws massaged into the fur.

“URRRRRRRP! Ahhh, ponies really are the best delicacy a griffon can come by,” Gullthunder commented with a sticky smack of his beak, tongue gliding over it. “You were delicious, Skyheart!” He chuckled as the griffon leaned forward to lay on his stomach. Skyheart let out a shrill cry of horror as the belly squashed against the bed. “Mmf! Mmmm– chrrrrrrlllgle.” The belly pancaked out, scrunching tightly around the griffon’s meal, leaving the stomach free to do its work in peace. Gullthunder rested with his head on the mattress, giving his belly a sidelong glance as he slowly licked over his beak. His tail idly dangled and flicked, hanging off the bedside, the griffon content to watch Skyheart digest completely. Minutes later, a loud, maw-gaping yawn became another short URP of a belch, a thick splotch of copper fur splatting to the floor. Gullthunder smacked his lips and rolled onto his back, seeing the new mound of bellyfat he sported. A test poke or two from his tail revealed how much pudgier his rear end had become, too. The thought of the copper mare made him hard, so he pleasured himself as he massaged his much-softer, still-gurgling belly about with a claw, decorating his furry gut with his seed minutes later.

Skyheart had wanted to negotiate with a captain as fierce, deadly, and smart as her. The pegasus had unfortunately thought herself too smart and useful in order to remain protected. As a result, Skyheart’s journey ended with a negotiation that ended with her full of cream, and a griffon full of her!

BAD END