Stats

The RP has a total of 22 lines, 1221 words, and 6693 characters.
The average line consists of 55.5 words that themselves average 4.48 characters taking about 6 minutes, 54 seconds.
Inky said a total of 12 lines, 676 words, and 3717 characters.
Inky's average line consists of 56.33 words that themselves average 4.5 characters taking about 5 minutes, 51 seconds.
Serilde said a total of 10 lines, 545 words, and 2976 characters.
Serilde's average line consists of 54.5 words that themselves average 4.46 characters taking about 7 minutes, 57 seconds.

08:26 Inky curls up inside Serilde's crop to sleep.

08:51 Inky nuzzles the slimy walls of Serilde's crop.

08:52 Serilde extends a talon and boops the bulge her nose makes, pushing it into the slimy smelly flesh.

08:54 Inky giggles, the sound emanating from the bulge in Serilde's chest, and presses back with her nose. She'd long since gotten used to the unpleasant smell inside the griffon.

09:04 Serilde flops onto her back and sighs, turning the world upside down on the mare and subsequently causing the remaining meat to rest on top of her. "You like it in there do you? She asks, voice seemingly coming from all sides as it resonates within her body.

09:07 Inky squeaks in surprise as her world inverts, making her fall hard onto the slimy wall. She blehs as all of the chunks of meat fall on top of her, and pushes them away from her face. "Except for being a little cramped, and all the meat you insist on keeping here, it's nice and cozy!" The bat pony's voice is muffled, but understandable. "You won't mind if I just push all this meat out, will you? I mean, you already ate it." She prods a slimy chunk with a hoof and makes a face, squishing into the pile on the other side of the crop.

09:14 Serilde traces a claw across her belly, moving it along the peaks and Valleys that the mare's form makes in her chest. "That meat serves a good purpose. It prevents me from having to eat nearly as often, and no, you'll have to live with it. Last thing you want is for me to have indigestion while you're in there. The formel giggles at the mare's movements and prods her to get her to wiggle some more. "I don't see how you could like this..."

09:18 Inky groans. "But it's gross! Fine, though, I won't." She feels something tracing outside the crop and gently presses back with a hoof. The prodding makes her giggle, and the bat pony gently squirms around, rubbing her slimy fur against the walls of Serilde's crop. "Do you want me to move more?" she asks, laughing. "You like how that feels?"

09:25 Serilde blushes behind her cream feathers and nods hesitantly, before realizing inky can't see her. "Y-yes. It feels kinda nice," she responds in a soft, embarrassed tone, though it was still loud to Inky's ears. She giggles again at the movements, squirming on the ground in pleasure. Her movements cause the crop walls to shift and move against the delicate batmare.

09:29 Inky pushes her hooves into the opposite wall and starts to rub them around, massaging it. She smiles when Serilde confirms her suspicions. "It does, huh?" she says with a laugh. "Well, consider this my payment for letting me stay here!" She moves to start squirming again, when the world moves around her, making the walls shift and rub their slime against her. "whee! Having fun out there?" She asks cheerfully.

09:36 Serilde begins to purr like a cat, rumbling happily as inky moves. The whole slimy cavern resonates with the sound, leaving no doubt that Serilde was enjoying this. "Yes~ it feels so wonderful having live prey~ All this squirming and movement. I should try this with real prey sometime ~? she hums. " Say inky, you arnt hungry in there are you? "

09:40 Inky frowns at the suggestion of live prey. "Don't eat stuff alive, Serilde, that's cruel! Plus it's not safe, what if they have claws or sharp teeth? They'll rip you open from inside!" The bat pony hugs the slimy wall as best she can, nuzzling it with her head. "Just let me move around for you and stay safe!" The mare starts squirming again, rubbing her fur all over the tight, smelly sack. "Hungry? I mean, I am a little bit... Why?"

09:51 Serilde reaches an arm over towards her bags and drags them closer to her. She rummages around in them to pull out the last of her nonmeat food, two thirds a loaf of Bread and a chunk of cheese. "Maybe it is, but part of me is saying that live prey is just right. Anyways, lunch incoming." The formel takes a large bite of the bread, holding and sucking on it long enough to make it manageable before finally swallowing it down. By the time the chunk reaches inky, it's deteriorated into a mushy ball, soaked in saliva and having absorbed some of the meaty flavors.

20:41 Inky frowns and rubs the wall with a hoof. "It seems like a really bad idea to me," she says. The mare tilts her head in confusion when Serilde tells her lunch is "incoming". After a minute, she hears a loud gulp, and something splats down on her belly. "Eugh... What is this, Serilde?" she says, unable to tell it's anything other than a ball of squishy material.

09:33 Serilde giggles and pushes on her belly, smearing the lump into Inky's snout. "Its food silly. I figured some bread would be nice. I've got cheese you you next." She takes a couple small bites of sharp cheer, sucking on and enjoying the flavors for a bit between each bite and the swallowing them down.

09:36 Inky mrfs as the lump squishes into her snout, and hesitantly takes a bite. Though the texture was completely soft and soggy, it did taste like bread. With a little bit of griffon spit thrown in. She eats half of the soggy mass, waiting for the cheese so she could have both at once. The small bits plop down onto her belly, and the bat pony picks them up, eyeing the slimy cheese with some distaste. "Um, thanks," she says. "I would have rather eaten them when you let me out, though, these are all slimy!" She puts the cheese bits on the bread anyway and chomps on it, the true flavors coming through despite their coating of slime.

09:46 Serilde rolls her eyes and finishes off the rest of the bread and cheese. "Well, you said you were hungry, and you arnt getting out for quite a while.

09:50 Inky grabs the second helping of bread and cheese, figuring that she wasn't going to let it go to waste. "Wait, I'm not? Why not?" she asks. "Do you just like having me in here that much?" she teases.

10:05 Serilde rolls her eyes and strokes her belly again with a claw. "No... It's because it's to cold out, and you'd freeze to death. It's not that I particularly like having you in there," she responds, though the last bit is a lie. She digs a talon Into her gut to provoke some wiggling.

10:09 Inky isn't fooled by the griffon's gruff exterior, especially when she feels a talon prodding at her through the slick wall. "Okay, okay, I'll squirm around," she says. "You could have just asked, you know!" The bat pony reaches out with her hooves and presses them into the slick flesh, gently moving them around the sack containing her.

10:11 Serilde smiles and begins to purr softly, though she's quick to protest the implication. "I don't care if you squirm or not." though I'd inky could see her blushing exterior, she'd know the griffon was lying.

18:56 Inky rubs her hooves over the walls of Serilde's crop, squishing them through the slime. She squirms gently, massaging the crop with her entire body. "Then why are you purring?" she asks, knowing the griffon had to be enjoying this.