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Flowing Sands should have known better, but then again, she’d always had a knack for missing the obvious.
The school of smelts and sardines that had caught her attention were, of course, anything but subtle. She saw the sands they’d kicked up from a good nautical mile away, and grinning devilishly, she swept her tailfin rapidly to catch up to them. The strong appendage churning the water with ease, sending the young seapony sailing through the water at a speed that might rival a marlin on a good day.
And, to her credit, she was able to grab a hoof-full in her front flippers, before the net suddenly and abruptly swept from underneath her.
“Ack!” As if to add insult to injury, she dropped the fish she had been gripping in her fins. The net had already been traveling quickly when it struck her, and the moment it did she began thrashing her fins violently, trying to free herself.
It was… a rather poor idea, Flowing quickly realized. Her tail fin only got even more tangled in the netting. She flapped her dorsal fins as well, and they, too, snagged on the wiry ropes of the fishnet. Soon enough, she was a completely bound-up mess, the sturdy net rope keeping her pelvic fins pressed against her body, digging into her scales, gills, and even her… more sensitive regions down below.
This, combined with her thrashing, quickly proved to be accomplishing something somewhat contrary to Flowing’s current goal of freeing herself. It didn’t hurt--quite the contrary--but nonetheless she ceased rather swiftly when she realized just how much worse she was making things for herself. She was lying on a bed of fish, and the fisherponies would surely feel the weight and be drawing their catch up soon enough anyways. No doubt assuming they’d gotten quite lucky, only to have quite a surprise when the net breached the water.
It would be a rather humiliating sight on her behalf, her splayed out for them to see on top of a bed of flopping smelts, trussed up like sharkbait, but not necessarily the end of the world for the indignant seapony. She could already see the belly of the fishing boat looming above her, and knew it would be seconds before she had to have a rather embarrassing conversation with the fishers within.
The seawater rushed past her, tugging the net roping tighter against her. She let out a bubbly gasp, trying to twist her tail so that at the very least she didn’t have a length of rope spreading her damned pussy out on top of everything else. She was only partially successful, before she was thrust into the warm light of the sun no longer distorted by the rippling ocean waves. Under normal circumstances, it would’ve felt nice on her scales--seaponies weren’t quite like fish, as they weren’t rendered completely helpless the exact second they broke the waves.
No. Flowing quickly reasoned, glancing behind her at her tangled tail fin. She’d managed to do that while still below the waves, and almost entirely on her own.
The net broke the waves and was pulled up, towards the waiting fishing boat. Flowing already had an indignant pout by time it reached the gunwale, and she didn’t break it when she locked gazes with the earth pony that had been operating the mechanism to draw the net up.
He was, Flowing quickly realized, an absolute dreamboat.
She hadn’t been expecting him to be. In fact, she’d been expecting a whole gaggle of fisherponies to be staring at her when she was pulled up, all stifled cackles or gawking stares—and was almost instantly relieved to see that such was not the case. Instead, she had precisely one stallion looking at her with a look of sheer bewildered surprise.
“Mornin’,” Flowing said, rolling her eyes and waving with the one single fin not tangled hopelessly in the net. “Looks like you caught the big one.”
“Woah nelly…” he said. “Y-you okay there, lass? Pray to Celestia you ain’t hurt…”
“Only my pride.” Flowing shook her head. Gradually, she could feel the furious verbal tirade she’d had planned being swept away like a sandcastle come evening tides. The stallion just looked so adorably innocent, gawking at her with a mixture of guilt and pride. Her look, by contrast, quickly went from indignant to sheepish… a crimson blush turning her amber scales red. “This… doesn’t happen as often as you would think.”
The stallion breathed out a sigh of relief. “O-okay. J-just hold on. I’ll getcha out.”
“I’ll try not to go anywhere.” A lighthearted grin cracked across Flowing’s face. The earth pony quickly trotted back to the mechanism operating the large net, and gently it was lowered onto the deck of the small fishing schooner. The bed of fish Flowing had been laying upon was strewn across the deck of the ship, hundreds of fish quickly flopping fruitlessly on the ship deck. Most of them leaping back over the edge of the ship and to safety, though the fisher-pony didn't seem to mind with his attention now exclusively on the largest fish of the bunch.
The stallion quickly trotted over. Flowing instinctively spread one of her caught fins, where the net was still binding them hopelessly.
“You really got yourself caught up there, missy.”
“Yeah, I kinda freaked out a bit.” She thought of her furious thrashing, and her sheepish look returned. “Sorry about your net.”
“My net?” The stallion chuckled. “Celestia, don’t you worry none about that, missy. Got a dozen of ‘em where that came from. Just glad you're not hurt.”
He carefully brought the knife to where the net was clutching her fin, and let the blade slice away at the carefully woven ropes. Flowing sucked in a breath as he worked, praying to the tides that he was as careful with the blade as he seemed.
Fortunately, he was. A career spent threading fish-hooks and lures, she supposed, bred a calm and careful sort. Flowing watched him carefully, and he worked with trained precision. Holding the knife in his teeth, at such an angle that miscalculation or carelessness would bring the blade in his direction and not that of the helpless little seapony he was currently helping. A calm relief swept over her as she watched the ropes carefully being severed, one by one, and more and more of her serpentine body came free.
“There…” he severed through the last one, and Flowing exhaled as her tailfin came free from the netting. It’d been starting to strain, being held in such an awkward position, and she quickly let it outstretch, positioning herself so that she was laying on her belly on the deck of the ship instead of sprawled sheepishly on a bed of fish.
The stallion took a step back as soon as he finished, taking off his fishing cap and bowing his head towards her. He stopped for a moment as he did so to look her over. He seemed to be captivated by her, the way he stared deep into her eyes like he'd gotten turned around at sea and they were a lighthouse capturing his attention.
“Sorry again about this, miss…”
“Flowing. Flowing Sands.” She blushed a little at the bow. “..And you’ve been a gentlecolt about it, and mistakes happen.”
“If yer certain. C-can I get you anything, while you’re here? Would feel terrible catchin’ ya up in a net and then just tossin’ you back into the waves like the one that didn’t make the cut.”
Flowing laughed. A little break from swimming and some company seemed nice. It was a while since she’d crossed paths with a land-dweller, especially one that wasn’t a griffon flying too far out to plunder from the same fishing spots as Flowing’s kind.
“First thing you can do is tell me your name,” she said, winking playfully. “And then a tuna sandwich and some lemonade. So long as you’re offering.”
The stallion looked a little taken aback by her forwardness for a moment, his grip on the cap in his hoof seeming to tighten a little. “S-Star Point, ma’am.”
“Well, S-Star Point…” Flowing mimicked his nervous stutter with a fish-eating grin plastered on her face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, circumstances ignored. You mind if I stay aboard your ship for a spell? Fins are a lil’ sore from all that thrashing around, and you did kinda steal the mackerel dinner I was tryin’ to catch.”
“Oh!” Star Point’s eyes grew wide. “Of course I wouldn’t mind. Make yourself at home. Y-you just hold tight. I’ll be back in a flash.”
Flowing waved a fin, and let out a little chuckle as the stallion vanished into the small fishing ship’s superstructure.
While he was gone, Flowing took to looking around the deck of the vessel. The fishing ship was small--she was probably only ever used to week-long treks out onto the Celestial Sea, and certainly not for a crew of much more than three or four.
She saw ships only on rare occasions. Fishing wasn’t a popular career choice for ponies so much as an occasional hobby for some, but it was a lucrative one all the same. Ponies themselves didn’t consume fish to the degree that seaponies and hippogriffs did, but that did not make it any less of a viable resource. The seas held plenty of bountiful harvest, and there were always those craving a more exotic delicacy.
Besides fishing boats, contact with ponies was pretty rare. Usually they made it a point to surface and chat when they spotted them above, but seaponies generally preferred to reside in the sea’s twilight zones, where sunlight was rarer and the fish were less bountiful to attract foreigners fishing. Even so, the seaponies who resided in Seaquestria had been warned time and time again by Queen Novo against contact with the ‘above world’, as she called it.
As a result, the larger majority of seaponies Flowing’s age hadn’t even seen a pony up close and personal before. She truly was a lucky one among her kind.
There was a storage bin filled with water off to one corner of the deck of the ship and Flowing flopped her way across the deck of the ship towards it. Probably not a very graceful sight, but thankfully there was nobody but the seagulls to see it. Once there, she curled her long tail and promptly kicked back, sending her arching gracefully over the wood and into the storage bin.
The splash was enormous, and she hit the sun-warmed seawater feeling wonderfully refreshed, letting out a long sigh of relief. Star Point returned after several seconds, the earth pony carrying a small basket and a large pitcher of lemonade in his mouth. He noticed her, perched over the edge of the bin looking back at him, the dangling angler light atop her head swaying back and forth as she regarded him curiously. He was taking his time reaching her, using it to stare awestruck at the undoubtedly strange creature lounging on the deck, in the rain-water from the night before.
“You haven’t seen a seapony before, have you?” Flowing ventured eventually.
“W-what?”
She snickered, reaching a fin over to grab the glass of lemonade and take a little sip. “It’s okay, I don’t mind you staring. Y’know, I haven’t actually seen an earth pony, either.”
He blinked, looking rather surprised by that. The idea that he was as foreign to her as she was to him seemed to finally click. “Really?”
She nodded. “Really. You all that handsome, or are you an exception?”
He gawked, again. Flowing snickered. It was probably cruel of her, but seeing the stallion so flustered only made her want to tease him even more.
“Stallion of few words, eh?”
“S-sorry! J-just… I mean, I should be the one saying that to you. I’ve heard the tales about the mermares out in the deep water, but I always just thought they were… y’know… foals tales. And now here you are--sittin’ in my livewell, no less!--looking like you just swam outta one.”
Star Point said it with a small smile of his own, the compliment seeming like it had taken him a good deal of courage just to get through. Shells protect this poor colt, Flowing thought to herself. She supposed it took a certain sort of… less-sociable-sort, to pursue such a solitary career, so she shouldn’t have been too surprised that he seemed a tad nervous.
“Handsome, and a sweet-talker.” Flowing said it with a smirk. “I think maybe I caught the lucky catch. Y’know, my ma said that my second cousin twice removed had Siren in her bloodline. I just never believed her.”
Finally, finally(!), Flowing got a laugh out of the stallion. Not a nervous little chuckle to diffuse internal tension, an actual genuine laugh, as he sat down at the edge of the tank beside Flowing. He shoved his snout into the basket he’d brought, producing two rather scrumptious looking tuna sandwiches. One was passed over to Flowing, who took it greedily in both fins and started digging into.
“Woah, woah…” she breathed, on her first bite. “So this is bread!”
He didn’t speak for a moment, the cogs turning for a moment, before he facehoofed at his own foolishness. “Heh. Guess that’s a new experience for you, too, huh?”
She grinned. “Everything is a new experience when you live most of your life underwater, Star Point.”
“Okay, okay, fair,” he said, “You, uh. You like it?”
“It’s amazing!” She plucked the slice from the top and started nibbling on the corner, letting the rest balance on the rim of the water container. She was amazed at how easy it was to eat! It wasn’t like the kelp salads or raw mackerel dinners she’d gotten so used to devouring every day at all, and yet somehow it didn’t seem any less filling.
“It’s so… so… airy!”
Star Point tilted his head. “Er… airy?”
“Yeah!” she clamored, her dorsal fins waving excitedly. “Like, you hardly have to chew on it or anything! Airy!”
He snickered. “Well, I’ll have to tell my ma that her bread-baking skills have the approval of the seaponies.”
“That’ll be a tale,” she said, snort-laughing. “Y’from one of them coast towns, then? Most fisherponies are.”
He nodded. “Baltimare. Born and raised. Nice enough place…”
There seemed to be more to the statement that was lost as he trailed off. An unspoken ‘but’ at the conclusion of Star’s ‘nice enough.’ Sipping her lemonade thoughtfully, Flowing decided that there would be no harm if she were to press it some more. It wasn’t often she had the chance to make friends from the coast, after all.
“...but still leaves ya wanting?” she guessed, licking the last bits of tuna and bread crumbs off of her fins.
He shrugged. “Always liked the sea. Always felt more at home out here, with a big ol’ boat beneath my hooves and the sea. Feelin’ the way it rocks and bows underneath me. I, er.” He let out a sigh, seeming to contemplate whether or not he thought Flowing wanted to hear it. Her curious, widened eyes seemed to tell him that she did, and so he pressed forth.
“I never really felt at home with other ponies,” he admitted. “Not for any length of time, anyways. I mean, I like them, and I’m happy to spend time with them, but… only sometimes. Only rare-times, even.”
Flowing gave a knowing nod. “That why you chose to be a fisherpony?”
“Yeah. Well, that, and my family owned the boat, so…” He shrugged again. “‘Sides, I like it. Being out here, by myself. Nothing but me, the waves, the gulls…”
“Ain’t cramping your style then?”
He laughed. “No, no, you’re a welcome soul, Miss Flowing.”
Flowing’s smile grew wider. “And you, an unexpected and exciting surprise, Mister Star Point.”
He smirked back. “What about you? What’s a lovely lass like yourself doing out in the deep sea all by herself?”
At that, Flowing had to pause. She’d been so familiar with steering her conversation with Star Point that, having it turned back towards her, bade her stop and consider for a moment.
Truthfully, she hadn’t really even known herself why she had left Seaquestria with only a few vague words to her friends and folks, nor where she had been intending to go as she did so. She hadn’t really known why she hadn’t turned back after several days and instead kept on swimming further and further west, surfacing every once in a while to observe how the sky, the clouds, the world around her changed and remained the same as she swam.
Then again, perhaps that was, itself, the only real reason she had to have. The same reason she saw seagulls flying over open sea, miles from the islands they called home. That inherent desire to explore and wander that lay within so many that called the ocean their home. In that sense, she was no different from Star Point.
“Guess I just… wanted some excitement,” she admitted. “We… don’t have a lot of it, where I come from. Seaquestria can be beautiful, sure, but it’s… well, it's so dark, all the time. And so many of us are so afraid to even venture too far from the deep sea that we know. There’s dangerous stuff—in the sea, and on land, and our Queen doesn’t like it when we wander around stirrin’ the pot.”
Star gave a nod, but didn’t interrupt her.
“But sometimes the quiet of the sea can just be…” Her voice grew a little bit softer, until she trailed off entirely. Suddenly she became aware of how warm the water seemed to be all around her. Or was it just her beating heart?
It didn’t matter. Star Point took the word from her before she could say it.
“Lonely,” he said, soft and low.
“Yeah…” she retreated into the water a little bit, letting her tail curl around the length of the water bin. “Lonely. I guess I left home because I felt lonely. And… I dunno what I was thinking, really. I mean. Leaving home alone cause you’re lonely doesn’t make a lot of sense, but…”
“But I get it,” Star Point said. He didn’t elaborate further, but Flowing saw his eyes searching the deck of the boat, and they said all that he couldn’t have.
“Guess it wasn’t such a crummy idea for either of us, after all, eh?” Flowing said.
“Would…” Star Point bit his lip, seeming to wonder whether or not he was being too fast, too forwards. Flowing didn’t care. Whatever he was selling, she felt quite certain that she wanted it. Star Point rose as he spoke, which meant that he was standing a little taller than Flowing’s lying and submerged form.
“I mean,” he continued, one hoof scratching at the old wood of the fishing boat’s deck. “If you’re just wandering, and you’ve got nowhere to go… You don’t… have to take off when I dump ya back over the deck like I’d already fished my limit.”
Flowing laughed. “The fishing jokes are gonna get tiresome eventually, Star Point.”
“Have they, yet?”
She laughed again. “No.”
“Then how bout ya stick around ‘till they do? Sound like a plan?”
Flowing’s smile was warmer than the sun beating down mercilessly on the ship’s deck.
“Sounds like a plan.”
~~
In motion, she was even more beautiful.
Star Point was watching from the deck of the ship as beneath him, over the sparkling sea water, Flowing… flowed.
There was no better way to describe the movement of the magnificent creature darting and weaving through the crystalline clear waters below. Her entire sleek, curvy form seeming to move with her, with the waves, with the rhythm of the entire ocean. It was mesmerizing, the way she cartwheeled through the water in playful pirouettes, diving down out of sight, descending beneath the deck of the boat only to submerge on the other side by breaching the water at a high speed, her back tail churning the water with power and precision.
The entire time, Flowing’s expression was one of blissful contentment. Much of the time, her eyes were closed, as though she really was moving with the flow of the water instead of with a specific direction in mind. Star Point got the impression that some part of her was enjoying the opportunity to show off. The way she swam, it was clear she was doing her damnedest to put on a show for him, her ‘routine’ rivalling those burlesque dancers in Las Pegasus that Star Point had heard of. In fact, as if by some coincidence, Flowing even seemed to be mimicking some of their movements, using her fins as though they were an ostrich-fan, letting the sleek, wet appendages catch the sunlight as she surfaced, so that it looked as though her entire body was glowing with the warmth of day and the majesty of the sea.
He was starting to think that perhaps she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen...
“Ahh!” she gasped as she surfaced one last time, directly beneath him, her tail sending a sharp splash of water up at Star. “Oop! Sorry, Star Point!”
He snickered, shaking his head. “What I get for gawking.”
Flowing flipped her body over, staying afloat and laying on her back, glancing back up at Star Point peering down at her from the gunnel of the boat. Her long tail snaking out beneath her, the caudal fin gently churning the water like a ship’s rudder. Star Point blushed as, he noticed, this new position also had the side-effect, of putting the seapony’s slit on full display.
He supposed ‘casual-nudity’ was as much a thing for seaponies as it was for land-dwellers. It wasn’t as though he had anything himself, to cover the twitching sheath between his hind legs.
“Coming in?” Flowing called up. Her eyes were closed calmly, as she floated along. If she was aware of the effect her little display and her current position was having on the stallion, she wasn’t showing it. “Water’s nice! Trust me!”
Star Point chuckled. “You’re the authority. But no, no I’m fine just to watch.”
She opened an eye, giving Star Point a judging glance. “Do I have to come up there? Come on, seriously!”
He sighed. “I’m… I’m not a good swimmer. It’s fine, really.”
“Star Point. I didn’t just put on that whole traditional solo seapony ma--er, swimming set for you to just gawk at me. Come, swim with the seapony! It’s a once in a lifetime event! Don’t even gotta buy a ticket!”
“I hope not,” he returned, chuckling, and looking down at the water. His heart beginning to race as he did so. He didn’t know how best to tell Flowing about his phobia of swimming, without seeming like a complete, blithering coward. “But after that I feel thoroughly inadequate to even possibly follow up, unless you’re keen to be impressed by my pathetic doggy-paddling.”
“Oh for the love of pearl…” she brought a fin to her face. “Come on! Pleeeeease?!”
He chuckled again at Flowing’s exaggerated moping, and conceded. “Fine. Fine. Here goes nothing.”
First, he grabbed one of the floating throw rings from the deck of the ship, and threw it in. It wasn’t that he wasn’t confident in his ability to not drown, nor Flowing’s ability to help him if he was, but a mariner is trained to take every precaution whilst out in the deep sea.
He then hit the water moments after the throw ring, with a rather intense splash, striking the water hooves first and sinking down along the side of the boat.
And then, before he had a chance to surface, he felt something rub against his side. Two forelegs, ending in silky fins, had grabbed him, and stayed grabbing him as Flowing’s powerful tail fin churned the water, bringing them shooting back up towards the surface, breaching it with a mighty splash, and colliding back down into the water again. Flowing kept holding onto a now-flustered, and very very wet Star Point, who looked back at the seapony’s amused expression the moment the two were floating above the waves.
“Gotcha,” she growled out. With both her hooves occupied but the apparent need to boop something too powerful, she settled on using her snout instead, booping it cheekily to Star’s. “Told ya, part Siren. Who’s the lucky catch now?”
For a moment, Star Point was too flustered to reply. Flowing’s grip was quite strong, and unlike himself, she didn’t have to put any effort whatsoever in staying afloat even with a full stallion’s weight held in her grasp.
Flowing, however, didn’t seem satisfied with a lack of response. She gave the stallion’s ear a little nip, her smirk growing devious. “And that’s for the net. Now we’re even.”
Star Point’s heart was racing. Already, he’d felt… excited, just watching Flowing swim, but this? This shift in her attitude had been like a current of electricity had suddenly started coursing through his veins.
“You tricked me,” he said eventually, smirking himself. “Devious fish.”
Flowing’s laugh was like music to his ears. The more he looked into her eyes, and felt her firm, possessive grip… and the more he replayed the sight of the seapony on her back, floating blissfully on the waves…
“Not hearin’ any complaints, fisher-colt.” She nipped his ear once more, and between his legs, his member twitched, prodding ever so slightly out of his sheath and against the scaled body of the seapony embracing him. Star Point instinctively tensed, fully expecting the seapony to let go of him and start berating his bodily impulses immediately.
Instead, she only squeezed him tighter. Her lengthy tail curled around his dangling, submerged hind legs, leaving her with just enough tail to keep them both comfortably afloat. Star could feel his own tail brushing against Flowing’s caudal fin, still gently churning the water to keep both of them afloat.. Star gasped as, he realized, this new position had brought his twitching sheath directly against the seapony’s winking slit.
“F-Flowing..!” He gasped, his brain rushing to think up what aquatic god or goddesses he’d impressed who had seen fit to send this lusty seapony his way.
She stopped at his surprised gasp, though, her grip loosening and her smirk quickly turning to a concerned look. “S-sorry. Am I going too fast?”
He replied by locking his lips to hers and wrapping his own front hooves around her sleek, perfect body. They shared the kiss for several long, beautiful seconds, a line of saliva from Flowing’s mouth keeping them connected even as they both drew away from each other. Both of them, getting lost in each other's eyes.
“I want you, you diabolical little siren.”
“Me? Diabolical?” she returned, releasing one of her hooves from around Star to put it to her chest in faux-offense, though her expression was quick to turn back to the same devilish grin. When she next spoke, her voice was low, soothingly sultry, and directly in Star’s ear. “I’m just trying to help. You oughta know, there’s dangerous fish in these waters.”
He sucked in a little breath. Gently, she let go of the stallion, letting him tread water while she herself sunk down, vanishing beneath the waves.
From Flowing’s own perspective, she felt as though she were a shark lurking deep in the depths beneath her not-so-unsuspecting target. She could see Star’s hooves lightly kicking as he tread water, while she loomed beneath, letting the colt’s suspense continue to grow.
Of course, she’d felt his member starting to go hard against her body. She’d seen it twitching, while he’d been untying her from the net, too. The poor stallion, out at sea for more than a week without company… he must have been so needy before he’d started gawking and staring at the creature that had flopped up on the deck of his vessel.
He wasn’t the only needy one, either. And Flowing felt that if she were to wait for the dreadfully shy stallion to make the move, then the sea might end up going dry before she got the chance to get lucky with the handsome colt.
He was correct about one thing, though. Flowing really was a devious fish, as she let his suspense grow and grow before ‘striking.’ He’d since swam over to the floating throw ring thingy that he’d tossed down prior to leaping into the warm water, and was laying with it around his barrel, so that all Flowing could see were his hind legs gently kicking at the water, more out of anticipation now than a need to stay afloat.
With all the predation of a hungry shark, Flowing started to rise towards her ‘unsuspecting’ prey. She could already see that his shaft had prodded it’s way out of his sheath more, through simple eager anticipation. Her ploy had been successful, and now it was time for her to reap her reward. She gripped his hind legs, pulling him down under the water ever so slightly. The float-ring helped keep him up, and his body tensed as the minutes of anticipation finally resolved themselves.
Star Point was, to Flowing’s pleasant surprise, rather well-endowed. Even with his member only half-erect, she could tell that, despite the stallion’s shy, soft demeanor, his sheath had been quite stealthily concealing a monster. It looked quite different, too, from the cocks that Flowing had handled in her sea-bound sexual endeavours. A seapony’s cock was smooth, sleek, and curved, and generally lacking in the width-area. This meant it could efficiently penetrate a sea-mare’s slit, but Flowing had quickly come to learn that sometimes, ‘efficiency’ wasn’t the best factor in satisfying sex.
By contrast, Star Point was a pony. An earth pony, to boot. Even at half-length, his cock was a noticeably wider than the largest seapony member Flowing had seen. A large flare at the tip, which Flowing imagined miiiiight present a bit of a problem were she to try and get it into her slitted pussy, but she was nothing if not determined.
Realizing that her strictly visual research on the reproductive glands of land-based ponies was probably leaving her partner above the wave with a bit to desire, Flowing decided to finally take on a more fins-on approach to sate her curiosity.
Opening her mouth, she outstretched her tongue and let it run down the length of his shaft, taking her time in doing so, working more to help ease it further out of his sheath. She felt Star’s legs twitch, the moment her tongue touched the flare of his cock, and it almost instantly grew by about an inch and a half as the stallion shivered in ecstasy. It only motivated Flowing to intensify her efforts, taking lengthy, energetic licks of the stallion’s generous length. His cock now standing at full attention lay at a good dozen inches. Perhaps more. It was hardly the direction of Flowing’s focus, as she was already thinking that the best metric to judge his length is how much of it she might fit into her throat at once.
She continued to pleasure him with just her tongue for several minutes. Taking her time and working him over slowly, wanting to savour every moment of their first--but hopefully not last--exploration of each other’s species. Again and again, she ran her lengthy, serpent-like tongue down his shaft, over the ringed, second-flare near the middle, and then finally shereached the stallion’s balls, which she cupped in one of her fins, pushing them together and giving them a gentle little suckle, the seapony doing her damndest to give the pent up little fellas the same eager treatment she was providing Star’s cock.
If she were a pony mare, the act of servicing a cock underwater may have left her with something to be desired, particularly in the smell department. But Flowing’s kind had been born and bred beneath the waves, and when she flared her nostrils, she was greeted with the scent of Star’s ambrosal musk, which seemed to be filling the water all around them, curling around and surrounding Flowing, dripping out of the drizzling member and into the sea-water around her.
It was intoxicating, and it took every ounce of her willpower to not take a fin off the stallion’s sides and bring it into her slit, instead.
Alright. She thought to herself, drawing her head back, her snout inches from the head of Star’s cock. She could’ve spent all afternoon, lapping it up with her tongue and filling her nostrils with his arousal, but he surely would have gotten bored soon enough.
Enough teasing, Flow. Time to show him what you can do.
Above the waves, Star Point was in heaven.
The feeling was indescribable. Flowing’s submerged form beneath him, her long tail curled in against her body, and her fins both resting on his thighs. He wished he could see the seapony’s beautiful face--especially as she slowly and deliberately cleaned his cock with her tongue--but the float-ring mostly kept her upper body hidden from his sight.
But hardly from her grasp. She’d been working his pent-up member out of his sheath with patience, eagerness, and precision, working with a passion Star hadn’t ever gotten from any mare or stallion back on the shore.
And then, she drew back. For but a moment, and then Star felt her lips both lock around the head of his cock, and ease their way deeper, and deeper, and deeper…
He let out a gasping moan, a hoof instinctively reaching down to rest on the seapony’s head. He weaved his hoof against the mane-like frills on the top of her head, into the space between her ears, stroking it lovingly. He knew she wouldn’t hear him if he were to praise or thank her audibly, so he had to settle for the next best thing.
Flowing’s tail-tip waved excitedly at the contact, and she drew her maw back out to the tip of his cock. And then, back down once again, taking it all the way down to his medial ring with what seemed like no effort at all.
Did seaponies just not have gag reflexes? Star thought to himself, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. They… they have gills. Why the buck would they have a gag reflex…?
Again and again, Flowing bobbed her head down his cock, running her tongue beneath, lathering his submerged shaft in her saliva. She took it steadily up to his medial ring, and that seemed to be the point where she consistently stopped, and drew her head back, and began again. Her submerged status seemed to be benefiting her endeavours, working like a pressure seal to keep her lips locked around the head of his cock.
Suddenly, she stopped her forwards bobbing, pausing a while to suckle on the flared head of his shaft. It twitched desperately, leaking pre into the seapony’s maw like a faulty faucet, and Star knew that if Flowing kept this up, it wouldn’t be long at all before the salt water surrounding them became just a little bit saltier. Flowing stopped suckling the head of his cock for a moment, pulling her mouth out entirely and letting one of her fins take over, while she instead put her tongue to use lapping against both of Star’s nuts.
“A-ah, b-buck, Flowing..!” Star gasped out aloud. She seemed to have heard it, because Star felt a few bubbles tickle past his thighs and up to the surface as the seapony herself let out a moan of her own. Or was it a giggle? Knowing the seapony in question, Star figured it very well could have been both at once.
Flowing knew the moment she brought her lips back to Star’s shaft that the stallion was close, now. He’d been, already, and her little manoeuvre with his nuts seemed to have pushed him even closer to the edge. The salty taste of earth pony pre on her tongue invigorated her further, and she took his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Her lips gliding up to his medial ring, lingering there for a moment, and then travelling even deeper. Her throat bulging, ever so slightly, with the titanic girth of Star’s cock now wedged almost entirely in her throat.
There she kept it, with an ease impossible for any land-dwelling, lung-breathing mare above the waves, her lips nearly level with Star’s nuts. Above, the stallion put both of his hooves on her head, and Flowing knew what was coming. She was ready.
She could hear him climax even through the barrier of water over them, the stallion’s pleasured cry sounding out distorted by the water but audible all the same. She herself felt a shiver of excitement through her, her slit winking lustfully as Star Point filled her with his long pent-up seed. She felt every thrust of his cock along her throat, not a single drop able to leak out of the suction-like grip she had on his shaft.
As he finished, Flowing gently eased her way out of his cock, and flapped her tail-fin a few times as she resurfaced, almost regretful that she had to let go of Star’s barrel with her hooves.
On the surface, Star was still panting heavily, eyes looking like they were glazed over in pure ecstasy. Flowing let out a snorting laugh.
“Take it you haven’t had your dick sucked by a fish before, huh, fisherpony?”
He smirked, and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. Longer, more passionate than the first time, fin and hooves intertwining around one another’s heads.
“That… was incredible, Flowing.”
“So were you," she returned, leaning back from the kiss but still gripping one of his forehooves in both of her fins, holding it tightly. “I mean… does every stallion go walking around with that between their legs? Doesn’t it get heavy?”
Star Point laughed. “Maybe after more than a week without company, yes. S-sorry, was it… too much?”
“It was exactly what I needed,” she replied. Glancing at the throw-ring, Flowing noticed that there seemed to be room for another pony within. Dunking her head under the water for a moment, she swam alongside Star Point’s body, resurfacing within the throw-ring with him, both of their body’s pressed closely together.
That was how Flowing noticed that, despite the massive load he’d just deposited in her throat, Star’s cock was still up and at attention. She could feel it against her body, idly throbbing, starting to grow softer but only ever-so-slightly. The tip was still damp--which, given that it was submerged in seawater, would hardly be a revelation if not for the fact that Flowing could feel distinctly slippery pre-cum drizzling out of his cock and against her own slit. She’d been pretty thorough when she’d swallowed his cum, so this was something new.
She raised an eyebrow.
“Really,” she breathed out. “You’re ready to go again, already?”
He blushed, though his expression seemed just as surprised by the thought as Flowing was. “W-woulda thought that’d have done it. Seems I need more of your beautiful body than I thought.”
Flowing giggled at the compliment. Her own pussy had been winking and slowly burning with arousal the entire time she had been blowing the stallion, and now that she could actually feel his cock against it, the burning only grew. Her tail found his forelegs, and she coiled it around them, binding them together tightly. She punctuated the gesture with another kiss, which Star Point practically moaned into.
She flexed her barrel muscles, grinding her pussy against his cock. Their extremely-close contact meant it was practically impossible for Star to actually penetrate her from this angle, but Flowing figured there was no harm in teasing the stallion for a little bit. Besides, much as she wanted to feel him deep inside her, she also did not quite want their half-submerged snuggle to finish anytime soon.
If Star was complaining, his gasps and moans said a different story. They came in a steady, lustful chorus, one that was soon joined by Flowing’s own as her needy, dripping pussy had already started to secrete its own biological lubrication. Her cheeks had started to flush red, and her heart was beating steadily in her chest. Before too long, she knew that her attempts to ‘tease’ Star Point were only accomplishing the same thing against herself. He’d already gotten off once, and now she was the one who needed a nice, hard rutting.
A voice in the back of her head pointed out that, in a manner of speaking, it’d been exactly what she’d been waywardly travelling the seas looking for.
“How do you want to do this?” Star asked, reaching one hoof to stroke Flowing’s mane lovingly. He’d calmed his breathing and his moaning enough, mostly so that he could listen to Flowing’s own beautiful little siren song of lust and need. “Preferably without drowning me.”
Her gasp tapered into a chuckle. “D-don’t worry, I’m a s-sustainable fisher. Catch and release.”
It was a good point, though. With her being aquatic and him… not so much, them fucking might be a bit of an undertaking, at least when it came to finding a comfortable position.
And then, Flowing’s eyes strayed to the fishing boat, and an idea struck her head.
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“This is humiliating.”
“It’s… kinda bucking hot.”
Flowing snorted. “I’m not saying it’s not hot, but it’s also humiliating.”
“I think on the surface we call it ‘suspension bondage’. Here though, I think it’s just ‘fishnetting.’” Star stifled a snicker with a hoof. “‘Sides, it was your idea… are you comfortable, at least?”
Flowing glanced down. The deck of the fishing boat lay beneath her, the drop less than a meter but seeming intimidating simply by virtue of being a solid surface instead of water.
The young seapony was suspended in a fishing net--the very sort that had captured her initially, although this time she had gotten into it calmly, carefully, and willingly. Her fins not tangled up in the roping, but instead sticking out through a few widened holes that Star Point had made with his pocket knife and helped her get her fins through. She was laying on her barrel, her forefins dangling out the bottom of the net and her tail arched up, using the upwards incline of the suspended net to stay raised. This way, her needy, winking slit was rather efficiently level with Star Point’s lower body.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m comfortable.” Flowing rolled her eyes. Both aroused and humiliated by their improvised solution to their little interspecies problem.
“Need another drink of water?”
She shook her head. “We can breathe air just fine, too, at least for a bit. I’ll be fine.”
“Just wanna make sure you’re okay and comfortable, Flow,” Star replied, rubbing a hoof along her tail, stopping to stroke the tips of her fins, which drew out a pleasured little exhale from his seapony friend. “Ready?”
Flowing nodded. “Goddesses, yes.”
“Alrighty. Here we go.”
Star Point navigated his way behind Flowing. The sight of her raised tail, her spread open pussy dripping out her arousal onto the deck of his fishing boat… the seapony’s own backwards glance, as she looked back at him with her lip bit ever so slightly in both nervousness and excitement… Star’s cock was out of his sheath in what felt like an instant.
But he’d take it slow. A chance like this was a blessing from above, and he wasn’t going to squander it by rushing through it like that was what he or Flowing deserved.
Besides… she had such a lovely, cute voice, and Star had to admit he was curious what she’d sound like begging him to rut her silly,
He bent down, and opened his tongue, and, with no further ceremony, dragged it along the entire length of Flowing’s snatch. The seapony shuddered in the net, a little gasp escaping her lips. Star grinned. She really was just as pent up and needy as he’d been, already twitching and shaking from the very first lick. Settling down into a comfortable position beneath the suspended seapony, he arched his neck up and started to lap away at Flowing’s pussy.
She seemed as wet as she’d been when the two of them had been swimming about. Star’s tongue quickly coated in her sex as again and again, his tongue delved into her warm, pulsing folds. He pushed the tip of his tongue in deep, pointedly avoiding her clitoris for now and simply endeavouring to enjoy the sounds of Flowing’s own excitement.
And goddesses above, she was a noisy one.
Her voice seemed an octave higher in the heat of the moment, her steady, occasional gasping and the gentle sound of waves lapping against the side of the ship music to Star’s ears. He prodded her clit with the tip of her tongue, and she moaned. It was a beautiful, lengthy, drawn out sound, and Star didn’t even wait for her to finish before he drove his tongue deeper into her pussy and once more lapped against her clit. This time, lingering there for several seconds, suckling against it while prodding the tip of his hoof into her drenched folds.
“Ahh!” she moaned out, her fins flexing out, the tip of her tail arching up so that her pussy was spread out even wider for him. Her eyes were closed, and she was resting her chin against the net in the same raised fashion as her tail. “Buck, Star Point…”
He grinned, took in a deep breath, and then resumed with even more vigor. Driving his snout deep into her now, her nostrils filled with the scent of her.
Which… granted, was rather fishy, but at least Flowing had an excuse for that.
More moans and gasped utterings of Star’s name greeted his snout and tongue’s exploration. His cock twitched and pulsed with every beautiful little sigh that left Flowing’s mouth. He lapped greedily at her inner folds, until, just as she seemed as though she might climax herself, Star took his snout out again.
A long exhale left Flowing, which then resolved into a little whimper. She looked back at him, eyes wide and indignant at being brought so far only to suddenly be left wanting. “H-hey…!”
He chuckled, giving her tail a little pat. “Just catching my breath, Flow.”
He yawned, stretched, and made it clear he was playing her along, which warranted a little pout from her.
“Mean,” she grumbled out.
He didn’t reply at first, but he wasn’t quite sure she would have even been listening. Instead of words, he replied by positioning himself behind her with a few steps, and gently prodding the entrance to her wet pussy with his member. She tensed and gasped, and Star Point had to put effort resisting the urge to start rutting her right then and there.
She tensed and shuddered, everytime Star pushed the flared head of his cock against her, and soon enough she was even trying to push herself back against it, the net starting to swing ever so slightly as she did so.
“Staaaaar….” she drawled out finally, in a pouting, desperate tone.
This time, it was Star’s turn to grin devilishly. “Flowing?”
“Star, please…” Flowing moaned out again. “Please, please… rut me. I need to feel you inside of me…”
It was all he needed to hear, and he wasn't going to make her wait any longer. Not after she’d gone ahead and asked so nicely. Her plea was cut off into a surprised cry as he eased his cock into her snatch, slowly and gradually bringing it in inch by inch. His cock had grown as hard as the wet, wooden deck of the boat, and between Flowing’s desperate winking and his own steady leaking of pre, it had ample lubrication to aid on its interior entrance.
Of course, Flowing herself was exceptionally tight, Star quickly noticed. She no doubt wasn’t quite used to having an equine cock inside of her, and her pussy clenched tightly around it as he pushed inside. Gripping it like a vice, and earning another cry from Flowing, the seapony arching her head back.
“Oh, goddess…” she moaned. Her tail fell lazily onto the back of Star’s head.
Eventually, his medial ring had reached the entrance to her pussy. He stopped there, though, and drew back out, not wanting to overwhelm the poor seapony quite yet. He pulled out and slowly thrust back in, his cock sliding more smoothly inside of her as each thrust loosened her tight folds more and more.
Still, though. She was by far the tightest fuck in Star Point’s life, and he was tentatively worried that he might be pushing his seapony mate too far with--
“Ahh! Deeper, Star!” she cried out, jerking him out of his worry. “Come on, I can take it!
That was all the convincing he needed. He pulled out, all the way, and hooked his forehooves around the net, pulling himself up as he thrust his length into her. Inch by inch, until his medial ring ground over and into her slit, an audible, wet squelch sounding out as she squeezed around him tight.
In this new position, with his entire length wedged within her, Star Point finally began to thrust into her completely. Starting slow, he built up speed in synchronization with the seapony’s rising voice, her moans and gasps making her earlier ones seem like whispers. He could hear her arousal with every passionate vocalization, and it became quite clear to Star that she’d needed this for a rather long time.
Flowing had never been filled and rutted as fully and completely as now, and she was quite convinced it was one of the best feelings she’d ever had in the proverbial bedroom in her entire life. Her pussy embraced every single thrust of Star’s length, her clit was a furiously burning euphoric fire… she’d been panting and moaning so much that her eyes were watering.
This was heaven.
Star Point’s thrusting had picked up enough speed that, to Flowing, it was a steady driving force, one pushing her further and further to the brink of her lust. He rutted her with both a strong, energetic vigor, and a deep and burning passion. It was as though their respective sexes were made for one another.
“G-gah…” Star grunted out, panting steadily himself. “Flow… I’m… I’m gonna…”
Flowing had been about to say that she was on the verge herself, but hearing it from Star had swiftly pushed her over the edge. Her entire body tensed, her tail outstretched to its full length and her forefins flexed, as Star’s cock brought her to the best orgasm of her life. She cried out sharp and long, her pussy clenched around Star’s cock, and the stallion cried out himself as he climaxed inside of her.
She felt his seed pumping deep into her, and drizzling down the length of her tail as Star Point pulled his glazed cock out of her, still panting heavily as he did. Flowing shivered, a second, smaller little orgasm shuddered through her as he pulled out, and soon enough she, too, was a panting, exhausted mess.
Star wandered off some ways, and returned after a few seconds with a glass of water, which he held up for Flowing to sip at greedily. She hadn’t realized how worked up and exhausted she’d gotten, with all her panting and gasping and moaning, and the cool, fresh water was immediately welcomed.
For his part, Star watched her down the liquid with a blissful smile on his face. He felt if he continued to stare, he could get lost in the seapony’s eyes and feel content never leaving. The mere thought that he’d have to leave eventually, return to the shore eventually…
“That was amazing,” Flow said, putting the glass down, wiping her lips clean and looking back at Star with a warm smile.
“The… water?”
Flowing stared, and facefinned. “The sex, you dork!” She laughed, hard enough that the net shook around her.
He laughed, too, and set about lowering the net to let her down once again. “You deserved it. We’re even, now.”
As soon as she was on the deck of the ship, Flowing propped herself up with her forefins, and then used one to motion Star over.
“C’mere, fisherpony.”
He complied without hesitation or objection. Flowing scooped him up in her fins, and brought him down gently onto the deck beside her, the two of them laying on the deck of the ship together. She curled both fins around him, and then her tail joined in, too, the seapony entwining the hapless earth pony.
“We're not even quite yet,” she cooed into his ear. “Lastly, you learn how a seapony cuddles.”
She nuzzled her snout into his neck, and he in turn gripped her fin in his own hooves. Both seapony and earth closed their eyes blissfully, at peace in the warmth and love of each other.
Regardless of his plans when it came time to return to shore, Star Point and Flowing both knew that this would be a fishing spot they would be returning to very often.
