A man in a canvas tarpaulin hastily left the board "Maria Elena", not paying any attention to the batter right in the face of strong wind, or at dusk, which could hardly disperse his weak torch. He frantically thrust into the boat bales of supplies, water and clothes - all the things that could give him any chance of survival in the middle of hundreds of miles of salt water, without a way to signal distress. He was something to be nervous - from deck boards light smoke was already rising, and the air was the smell of hot metal and wood. The ship was on fire. When he woke up from the smell of something burning, to save anything it was too late. He survived, and it was only by sheer luck - because it does not stay the night at the bottom, like the rest, and on the deck. Seaman was the last time looked around the deck, bent and otschelknul lock the winch, which was suspended from the boat.
The bottom of the boat thump on the dark water, which reflects the star-studded sky. The man jumped over the low ledge and jumped down, do not stay on his feet and threw a bunch of stuff piled haphazardly. Cursing, he rose to his feet, pulled the oar of a special holder on board and began to rake away from the doomed ship, the deck is already covered the first flames. He had to sail very close, in the bowels of the ship when something muffled flopped. "Engine Room" people had time to think, before rising from the blast wave turned the boat, swept all of its contents on the surface of the ocean. Seaman, never let go of the paddle, surprise reflexively inhaled by typing a lungful of the bitter sea water. A sharp burning sensation in them made him cough, letting go of the few crumbs of light air that there still remained. He let go of the paddle has become completely useless and tried to float up to the saving air. But suddenly heavy with water clothing slowed his movements, but it was getting dark eyes from lack of oxygen. Making a few convulsive movements he trailed off, lost consciousness, and began to slowly sink to the bottom. However, the bottom of it never reached. His body is enveloped in a light sinking silvery radiance, scared away the curious fishes, which revolved around a drowned man. Flash - and that's the bottom started to drop a cheater and coarse canvas trousers, but the body has disappeared without a trace along with a mysterious silvery light.
High Tide kept on chewing lazily long strip of kelp, lounging on a soft mat, woven from algae. She was bored and she entertained throwing small stones into a spot on the ceiling of the cave that served as her home. Marine Ponka fingered in the mind of employment options that she could somehow entertain themselves today, but the smooth running of her thoughts broke the low, throbbing hum coming from a large basin, which lay at the edge, on a large boulder, recessed in sandy floor of the cave, Ponka and replaces the table. Tide alive jumped from the mat and swam to lay at the entrance to the cave with a trident and a belt strapped to his hefty bag - standard equipment Seeker. After several attempts to fasten the buckle naughty hooves, she finally got it and ponyasha, picked up the trident came out of the cave, on the go pulling out of the bag device that remotely resembles a compass. The only arrow unclear under the thick glass trembled slightly, but pointed ponyashe direction. High Tide in a hurry, but it had the advantage over the rest of the Seekers - her house was on the outskirts of the town and it was a lot closer to get to places where there were emissions of wild magic. So get hold interesting gizmos that these emissions have brought with them - even if that turned out to not be the most ponyashe, you can always push wonders for a handful of bits to someone in the city.
Ponka reached their destination after only two minutes and hung in the water column, wagging his tail from side to side, looking at the bottom in search of things brought release. Within sight there was nothing worth attention, only a little way off the bottom of the whitened something strange, irregular shape, similar to a shallow standing to snag. Suddenly, one of the branches is the "snags" move. High Tide swam closer, looked closely and realized that none of this is to diskordovoy mother does not snag, and a stranger! A real, live alien, and while the Tide wait, he slowly dies. Ponyashi teeth gripped the zipper bag, she pulled it with all his might. Poking around in the guts of hoof bags, pony pulled out an amulet of water breathing has recently been included in the standard equipment, wrapped the chain around one of the alien limb and fastened the clasp. Now it's time to grab their prey and get out of here, because soon there will not be crowded by other seekers, rushed to the signal. Ponyashka hooves stranger grabbed the waist and swam home, occasionally going down to the bottom to get some rest.
Seaman came to himself lying on his back with the feeling that came under Asphalt compactor. In my head a little fog, he breathed with difficulty, as if all the air suddenly became sticky and stringy, like water. The last thing he remembered - an explosion that turned his boat and the feeling of water filling his lungs. The man opened his mouth to ask, "Where am I", but the words out of his mouth pulled out a muffled sounds oppressive, or resembling a drop of coherent speech. He opened his eyes and saw bending over a ... muzzle pony with a worried expression on her? Missed drowned man closed his eyes, then opened them again. Hallucination will not disappear. Moreover, he found that lying on a pile of seaweed, in a cave, dimly lit on the walls beams glowing algae. The man closed his eyes closed and hopelessly turned to the wall of the cave. Mother of God, for what? But why? Even die in peace will not give. He had expected anything - complete nothingness; heaven, how it was described priests. But do not be here, quietly dyschaschim water and not thinking to choke, so even with this ... pony! Her mother, pony lavender, which quietly under water and it seems to feel completely comfortable here. Although the pony she was only partly true, as far as he could see.
His thoughts were interrupted by the careful touch of something soft to shoulder. He decided that he had nothing to lose, he turned and began to carefully consider ponyashku and frozen him with outstretched hoof. If it were not for the upper half of the body, he would probably think it's a mermaid. Above the waist it remotely resembling a small horse - short fur lavender shade claw cute funny little face with protruding ears and big eyes amber hue. Below - a fish tail, but without any hint of scales. Sailor reached out and touched it, why ponyasha fearfully backed away, hovering a few feet above the floor. At the touch - like dolphin skin. Soft, gentle and a little lukewarm. Strange, but in some very lovely creation.
Tide, went forward a little bit of fright, in turn, began to consider it being salvaged. It does not look like a guest from the surface, ground ponies that were rare guests in their town. Most of all, he reminded her of the Minotaur, once he had seen the picture in a book store. But it was not a drop of wool, and the complex was a little different. From the close, the student view ponyashi did not escape the fact that the stranger was between her legs. "Oh, Celestia auspicious, yes it is ... a stallion!" Marine pony blushed shyly downcast eyes. Not uterpev, she glanced furtively over there. At sea overweight people in the sex ratio was even higher than that of landsmen, and one stallion had up to ten or fifteen fillies, so often filly had to be content with the company of each other. But the tide was too shy to do this, and while some of her girlfriends have already made explicit hints when it is hunting, marine Ponka remained alone, exhausted from unsatisfied desire. And so, season after season. And now the young filly just started a new season, so just the thought of something of the sort it all started to burn inside. Ponyasha finally looked away from the penis and create rescued her gaze on his face. He looked straight into her eyes. Oh, it means that he could see where she stared a moment before? Ponyasha blushed even thicker, lamely muttered an apology.
The man, who regarded ponyashu, had noticed that she curiously studying it. Followed the direction of her gaze, he was surprised to see that it was considering something just below his belly. So long considering, thoughtful, occasionally licking his lips tongue. Given that he was here with absolutely no clothes there was no doubt that it is the subject of interest in the marine ponyashi. The man felt slightly embarrassed, and how in spite of himself a member of this attention has become almost sit up. Passing thought, that is pure bestiality, he reassured himself with the thought that this is all for fun and in general he is long dead, his body was somewhere on the ocean floor near the wreckage of the sunken "Maria Elena". He decided to apply to all event simply as an amusing dream. Meanwhile, Ponka woke up from a thoughtful study of the lower part of the body, probably served as a member of the species poluvstavshy for her call to action. After issuing several perelivchastyh rhythmic sounds, she swam to the man closer, so close that he could feel his face on her breath - a little different from the temperature of the surrounding water jets.
Tide held the tip of the claw on his neck, gradually lowering it all below. Then gently rubbed her muzzle on his cheek and pulled away slightly, looking him in the eye. Man with surprised to realize that he likes a touch of this strange pony. Reaching out, he ran into her mane ponyashi and began to sort through fluttering in calm water locks, gradually moving to lug protruding from the mane. When he gently scratched behind the ears filly, she moved closer to him. It was very unusual to feel the whole body cool sea water, and at the same time - the heat coming from the body of a young, feverish ponyashi eager for affection. Ponyasha clung to his lips and launched into his long tongue. The man returned the kiss, and soon his tongue explored her mouth ponyashki. A few minutes later the sea pony broke the kiss and smiled, looking sailor's eyes and moved lower. Her little face was just a stranger in front of his groin, she stretched her lips funny and blew on poluvstavshy member of the person showering that a trickle of warm water. He came from such a focus on full alert, and now ponyashka licking his playful tongue - from the root to the head and, at the same time rubbing the lower part of the body of the man's leg.
At High Tide in the head tossing only two thought "Oh Celestia, what do I do, it's not even a pony!" and "Hmmm ... how is it nice!". She felt a surge of light under the tongue, I realized that the person is close to the final, and with evident regret ceased its activity, having decided that it is not necessary to complete all so early. It hung in the water over a man pointing gestures to a small fold of skin on the lower part of her body, about where the tail began. By friction on a man's leg is a little swollen, reddened and parted to the side, opening of a tender pink hole ponyashi. Saved by her stallion was quick-witted, held out ponyashe their front legs, pushed her down a little to the left so that it is comfortable, and then entered her and began to move, slowly at first, then accelerating all jerks. The man felt the heat emanating from the flesh of sea ponies, the narrowness of her holes, and can not hold back all stepped up the pace. First came to the finish Tide - she squeezed his dick man wall holes and made a groan, followed her and the man had finished. Exhausted, they lay on a pile of algae in each other's arms. Ponyasha, almost falling asleep, I thought that this is the best find for her all the time, she was the Seeker.