Keeping the Egg Safe

19 August 2015

10:48 Inky surveys the land from her purchase on SkyBlue's head.

10:58 Serilde perches on top fo Inky

10:59 Inky oofs underneath the griffon, her talons digging into her soft purple fur. "H-Hey Serilde," she says, her voice strained.

11:00 SkyBlue politely requests the pair get off of his head

11:02 Serilde uses a claw to pull on Inky's tail and arrange ti on her back in a loose nest, before laying an egg.

11:02 < Serilde> "Hi inky"

11:05 Inky uses her latent alicorn abilities to rewrite history and shift her and Serilde off of SkyBlue, as though they were never there. The bat pony squeaks as her tail is pulled, and an egg laid in it!? "Ack! Serilde, what's this?" she says, feeling the thick, clear birthing fluid soaking into her tail and coat.

11:08 Serilde sits down on the egg, scooching around on Inky's back to get comfortable being there. "Oh this? Its just our future hypogryph, spawned by our love for each other...and then fun we had last month," the formel says, a blush appearing on her face.

11:10 < Inky> Magical lesbian spawn!

11:10 < Inky> I think it's hippogriff, though, from Greek hippos, horse, not hypo, small :p

11:12 < Serilde> oh probably :P

11:14 Inky oofs as the formel shifts her weight around. She was thoroughly pinned down, now! "Our what??" Inky says, her mind trying to process this information and completely failing. "You mean, you and I had a love induced child? Ero-conception? Fascinating!" The bat pony squirms for her notebook, scribbling down something. She had her priorities! "So is that what that was about then, when you pounced me and demanded I rut you silly? I never guessed!" The bat pony feels a warm motherly glow suffuse her as she thinks about her future child.

11:23 Serilde raises a brow as she watches Inky begin to make notes in her book and shakes her head. Even about things like this Inky still herself, and she loved her for it. "Oh cmon now Inky, you're not realy going to forget something like that are you? It'll be our chick for Anzu's sake." It never once occured to her that the child might not be better called somethign other than a chick, for obviously it was spawn of a griffon. "And yes, I suppose that was what that was about...but I was just really feeling it...I didnt expect that anything would come of it like...like this though...Oh dear...I'm going to be a mother," she sounded a little bit more worried towards the end as her tail flicks in anxiety.

11:49 Inky glances back at Serilde, pen held firmly in her jaws. "I have to record this moment for posterity!" she says, cheerful as ever. "This is a very rare occupance, after all!" The bat pony gives Serilde a warm smile. "No, silly, *we're* going to be mothers." The mare shivers at the thought. "Could... you maybe get off me, though? It's kind of hard to breathe."

12:36 Serilde feels a cold shiver run up her spine at Inky's emphasis and forces a nervous smile on her beak. She tilts her head at Inky's request and shakes her head. "But I alrady made the nest for the egg, it'd be a shame to have to move it. And...since you're a mother too, I'm going to have to teach you how to tend to the egg."

12:45 Inky frowns at Serilde. "Well, okay, but I have to move sometime! I can't just carry this egg on my back. And tend to it? How?" The bat pony mulls it over, before she gets an idea. "If you want me to take care of the egg, why not let me incubate it? It has a while to go before hatching yet, and I'm not as warm as you, so it's perfect!"

12:50 Serilde rests a claw on the mare's mane, digging her claws into it and picking at the bun as she mulls it over. "Incubate it? You mean...take it in like and keep it there like you ponies do with your own eggs?" Serilde asks, tilting her head curiously. "Are you sure our egg will be safe in there? What if you fall..."

12:57 Inky coughs, flicking her ears at Serilde's claw to try to make her pull it out before she undid her bun. "Our own eggs? Serilde, you know that ponies don't lay eggs, right?" She shakes her head. "Well, I won't be able to sit on it all day, so it's this or nothing, unfortunately. And I won't fall on it!"

13:01 Serilde keeps at it despite the ears brushing against her claws, until the hair accidentally pulls free, slipping down and hanging straight at Inky's shoulders. She freezes at the mares words and then tilts her head to the side to look at her. "What do you mean dont lay eggs? But I thought you laid them and then put them in some internal pouch to incubate them...? And...if you think it'll be safe...its just ero-conception is like...not too common adn I dont want anything to happen to our chick."

13:05 Inky rolls her head and snorts when Serilde pulls out her bun, her long hair falling down and draping over her shoulders. It hung nearly to the ground; Inky had a lot of hair tucked away in her bun. "Um, no, Serilde, ponies don't lay eggs at all. We give birth to live young. It's like if you held your eggs inside you until they hatched, then laid them, except there's no eggshell or anything." The mare chuckles. She hadn't thought she'd have to explain how pony reproduction worked today! Then again, she didn't think she'd have become a mother today either. "I won't let anything happen to our foal, I promise, okay?"

13:09 < Serilde> (hmm I wonder if that means only some hippogryphs have belly buttons? Depending on if the mother was a gryphon or a pony )

13:10 < -> Luna is now known as Arta

13:14 Serilde scraches her claws down gently against Inky's scalp now and running them along the base of her ears. "You're hair is so long...its not terribly practical. Have you considered getting it bobbed?" She muses. SHe shakes her head at Inky's explanation, finally removing her claws to rest on her chin in though. "But...thats so weird...does that mean you have to fly carrying your unegged foal? What if you were to get into an accident or something?"

13:29 < Serilde> (Boop Inky~)

13:35 Inky eees softly at the head scratches; even if she was a bit of an overbearing griffon, Serilde did know how to give some darn good ear scritchies. "Get it cut? No way, I like the long mane!" she says, dragging a wing claw through it and tossing it into the air. "And most ponies don't fly, remember Serilde?"

13:41 Serilde rolls her eyes and tosses the mane forward over Inky's face, covering her eyes. "But its not practical. Look you have to keep it back in a bun or else it'll get over your eyes, and if you ever get in a scuffle, it makes an easy target to grab." Serilde goes silent at Inky's point other than a long sigh. She lets that silence hang in there air. There was no arguing practicallity with nature.

13:47 < Inky> ( grab with what, their hooves? :D )

13:48 Inky squeaks in protest as her back mane falls over her eyes, her deep indigo hair blocking out her vision. The bat pony shakes her head, sending her mane in all directions, though its natural straightness meant it didn't really poof outwards despite its unkemptness. "That's why I *keep it in a bun*," the mare says, a little ice creeping into her voice. "And I don't exactly make a habit of getting into fights!" She echoes Serilde's sigh, but doesn't stay quiet for long. There was still an entire griffon on her, after all, and she could feel her tail drying stiff. "So, about getting you and that egg off of me...?"

13:49 < Serilde> (I get teh feeling we may need to move channels soon :P)

13:50 < Inky> ( probably )

13:53 Serilde wiggles a bit and then lifts her rump before twining her tail around it. The formel lifts it into the air once she's sure its well grasped and then gingerly steps off the mare's back. The gryphon sits back on her haunches and brings the egg to her chest, clutching it protectively and letting her motherly side show beyond her usual stoneyness in amoment of weakness. "So...how did you want to do this?"

14:04 < Serilde> (Boop Inky)

14:11 < Inky> (eating lunch)

14:29 < Inky> Serilde: :v

14:31 < Serilde> Inky: :^

14:33 Inky takes in a deep breath once the griffon steps off of her back, happy to finally be able to breathe normally again. She picks herself up off the ground, shaking out her mane so that it all hangs on one side and she can mostly manage it. The mare turns towards Serilde, and immediately struck with a fit of giggles when she sees how protective the formel is of her egg. "Oh, you look so cute with our egg, Serilde," she says, beaming at her. "Here. It should be pretty easy." Inky steps closer and then turns around, her tail still stuck to her back from the dried juices. "If you just loosen me up with a claw, then you should be able to fit the egg in easily." The dark purple labia sit there before Serilde, relaxed and slightly parted to show a hint of the pink inside.

14:42 Serilde blushes a bright red under her cream colored feathers as she hears the comments and coughs, turning her head away and loosening her grip, trying to make it look like its no bid deal. "N-no. I dont look cute. I'm a fierce predator," she protests weakly, turning back to watch as Inky as she shows her glistening lips once more, a sight Serilde was quite familiar with now. The formel leans forward and, instead of using a claw, traces her tongue around the nether lips, trying to get inky relaxed and prepared.

14:45 Inky chuckles at that, and shakes her head. "Can't you be a little of both? You're too good of a cuddler to be 100% fierce predator, Serry," she teases, using the pet name that Serilde hated. The mare gasps, then lets out a happy sigh as she feels the warm tongue tracing around her vulva, gentle shivers running through her body. The mare relaxes more, letting her marehood wink, then loosen further, giving Serilde a view into her slowly rippling tunnel.

14:54 Serilde puffs up her feathers and shuffles her wings, making her appear even larger than she already looked normally before letting out an irritated huff. "Serry? Serry sounds so...so songbird like...I'm a warrior Inky..." She complains, as she usually does when Inky decides to use that name. The griffon returns to her work, sticking the beak inside the glistening tunnel now and giving it a few good licks before sliding a claw up alongside her beak, gently spreading the walls and tracing along the insides of the slick surface.

15:01 Inky rolls her eyes, and giggles, finding the griffon's protests just as cute as when she was cuddling the egg. She can't argue with the formel's skilled attentions, though, her marehood squeezing around the beak before relaxing, letting Serilde slip her claw inside. The mare's walls twitch when the claws trace along them, contracting and loosening up behind the talons. "Ahhh," Inky pants, feeling warmth rise through her body. "Eeeee..."

15:12 Serilde breaths a breath of hot warm air out into her tunnel and then onto her lips as Serilde retracts her beak, letting out a huff at her partners giggling. The formel keeps the egg grasped firmly in her tail as she brings her other talon to bare, pushing it inside as well and gently stroking Inky. One digit reaches up to rub against the cute little nub to further stimulate the gorgeious mare infront. Sweet fragrant scents wafted up from teh nectar, tickling across the griffon's beak.

15:17 < Inky> ( I'm actually like, kinda tired, can we pause this? )

22:06 Inky shivers and sighs from the feeling of the hot air rushing over her labia, feeling as though she were being stroked by a feather. She's a little disappointed when Serilde pulls her beak out, but it's more than made up for by the addition of her other claw, feeling herself stretched apart and stroked by both sets of talons. The bat pony is nice and stretchy, as Serilde can feel firsthand. Another breathy little "Eeeee~!" escapes her mouth when the griffon strokes her clit, her tunnel convulsing before the formel and splattering her with a few droplets of her scented juices.

22:17 Serilde watches mesmerized as Inky's wet glistening tunnel convulses in and out, but she didnt feel like the mare was quite ready yet. Serilde dives in again, taking the clit in the tip of her beak and nibbling gently as the talons continue to trace along the slickened walls. The formel's tail twitches, egg still in its clutches, as she feels blood begining to rush to her nethers from excitement.

22:21 Inky digs her hooves into the ground, making sure her stance was wide and stable. The mare's breathing was now shuddering pants, with an "eeEeEe~" escaping every now and then. Serilde's skilled tongue lashed over her nub, and combined with the gentle pressure from her beak to send pleasure arcing up Inky's spine. The sharp talons send little shivers through Inky's body too, every passing moment leaving the bat pony a little more stretched, one millimeter at a time. Soon enough, Serilde could fit both claws completely inside the mare if she wanted, the thick lips hanging open and ready to receive their unhatched chick.

22:24 Serilde pulls inky wider still, slipping both claws inside the loose tunnel and then draws their egg forward, bringing the tail to rest underneath her beak. Serilde Pulls back and removes a glistening talon from Inky's lips and grasps the egg. "Alright, now be careful and try not to orgasm...we dont want to crush the egg..." Serilde Presses the tip to the lips and rubs the fluids over it, lubing it up for the journey inside.

22:32 Inky moans as she's tugged apart, the pink of her inner walls shining in the light. Her puffy marehood slowly closes after the claw is removed, but thanks to all the stroking and stimulation, it hangs loosely open instead of closing all the way. "Try not to...!?" Inky pants, sounding hot, bothered, and quite incredulous. "Why'd you spend so long, haaa~, teasing me then, Serry?" Her complaint is interrupted by the tip of the egg teasing at her folds, quickly becoming nice and slicked up with the bat pony's copious inner lubrication. Her foal, her chick was in that egg... the thought fills Inky with warmth, and her flower winks, eager to accept the egg into itself.

22:36 Serilde notices that the egg is entirely glistening and uses one claw at the front tip of the egg to begin to worm and guide it deeper while the other talon pushes from behind, making loud squelches as its entered into the mare she loved. "Because it didnt feel like you were ready for it yet. Just hold out a little longer so you dont hurt our little chick."

22:48 Inky holds herself still as she can, not wanting Serilde to drop their chick. Her thick marehood spreads itself out around the cream-colored surface, dark purple lips against off-white shell. The mare can't muster the effort to retort, her attention focused on the feeling of the egg sliding into her nethers. Lewd noises come from behind her, her labia squishing and squelching against the egg as it stretches them wide. Thanks to all of Serilde's massaging, the bat pony is loose enough to easily take the egg almost to its widest point, where the griffon meets a little resistance. The smooth egg pokes out of Inky's rump, a thin trail of her juices drizzling onto the ground beneath them. Her lips are stretched thin and tight, for the moment at their limit. The mare's swollen clit protrudes above the surface of the egg, held against it by the pressure of the insertion. "Haaa... haaa... almost... right?" she pants, feeling herself teetering on the brink of orgasm. But she couldn't, she wouldn't let herself, not yet!

22:54 Serilde pushes getnly against the egg, though it seems clear that it wasnt going to go any further without a little more help. WIth a wet squelch, Serilde slides her guiding claw out of inky with a wet squelch, and each inch tickles the inside of the mare with the scales that cover it. "Yes, almost there. W'ere just at teh widest point." Finally the talon fully slips out, enableing Inky's lips to open wide enough to take the thickest bit, and from there on the rest of it slips into the lips, which close up behind the cream egg.

23:02 < Inky> ( and now I start typing... xP )

23:07 < Serilde> (Then you probably dont get a post since its past 11 and I should shower.)

23:08 Inky shudders, gritting her teeth as the griffon pulls her claw from her cunny. The scales on it rub pleasurably at her marehood, but she stayed strong and resisted, her orgasm like a boiling flood ready to be released. Once her lips wrap around the egg's second largest axis, Inky feels it smoothly slide into her, her marehood sealing up after it, though not completely. Serilde could still see the white shell inside the mare, a bit poking out from those dark lips. "Ahh... I can't.. hold off much longer," Inky whines, her ears folded down and her teeth gritted as she tries to push down the pleasure she felt from the smooth egg filling her up and stretching out her insides. "Gotta just.. pull it in." With practiced motions, the bat pony clenches down, her pussy squelching as it ripples and tugs on the egg. That proves to be too much for Inky though, and the rippling once started doesn't stop. Her forelegs buckle, sending her chest crashing to the ground and leaving her rump in the air. The bat pony's flower squeezes tightly shut, cutting off Serilde's vision of their chick's egg. All the griffon can do now is watch as the smooth lump in Inky's lower belly shifts, first back and forth, before her inner muscles seem to come to a consensus and tug it into the pony's depths. A pleasured squeal lingers on the mare's lips as her tunnel forces its precious cargo deep inside her, her trained cervix opening up to admit their chick into her womb.

14:05 < Inky> Technically, 3 splits!

14:10 Serilde keeps the pushing talon moving inward once the egg pushes past the the lips, continuing to apply pressure as she reaches deep into Inky, making sure that the egg continues to travel forward, though Inky's body doesnt alway smake this easy as it wavers on the direction. She can feel the walls ripple and grip on her foreleg, moving in time with the egg. The griffon lets out a cry of fright as Inky slumps forward, and makes sure to keep her supported up in her tunnel as not to crush the egg, while her free arm comes up to support the batpony's rear edn. "Careful there Inky, we dont want anythign to happen!" She presses it insistently against INky's cervix once it stops till finally it begins to be admitted, keeping the pressure on till she feels the ring of flesh close up around a talon.

14:17 < Zuthal> (with this hippogriff thing, I thought you hated hybrids, Inky :P)

14:18 < Inky> ( I'm sure that's why Serilde picked it! )

14:24 < Inky> ( rain check? I need to do a thing >___> )

14:29 < Serilde> (I like half races, and full races,a nd figure you cant end up with anything between)

14:30 < Inky> ( halfbreeds should be sterile! or only can produce members of full races )

14:30 < Inky> ( or something. Dunno. )

14:30 < Serilde> (Nah, members of half breeds or full races I think.

14:30 < EveningBreeze> (Oooh, thought)

14:30 < Inky> ( but they shouldn't breed true, Serilde )

14:31 < Inky> ( then they're their own species! )

14:31 < EveningBreeze> (Perhaps, if half-breeds are only created via the addition of magic, they only breed within other half-breeds of the same type?)

14:31 < Serilde> (Nah its like P G and if the hippogryph is with a gryhpon you can only get PG or GG

14:32 < Serilde> and if a hippogryph is with some dragon pony hybrid you can get PP, PG, PD or DG

14:32 < Serilde> so they're still half races

14:33 < Inky> ( EveningBreeze but like, once you get half-breeds established as a thing, eventually, it's "why not half this and half pony" for 1/4 griffon or something )

14:33 < Serilde> not nessesarilly

14:33 < Serilde> not if they cant breed half

14:34 < Inky> ( but Serilde's explanation is like, okay, I guess. It's just, eventually, you would see them like their own species and want to do F2 hybrids )

14:34 < Serilde> thye cant though, cause they're cross species

14:34 < EveningBreeze> Or arbitrary rules as to how magic can't create a union between halfbreeds and fullbreeds

14:34 < EveningBreeze> Since magic is kind of arbitrary like that :p

14:35 < Inky> /shrug, fair enough, I'm just saying, if they breed true, they're basically a species, and eventually...

14:35 < Serilde> not if they dont always breed true

14:36 < Serilde> cause there's no hippogryph its a pony-griffon

14:36 < Serilde> hippogryph is just a term for PG as opposed to PP or GG

14:36 < Inky> fine, fine

15:11 Inky whines and moans as Serilde keeps pushing the egg inside her, unable to string together coherent sounds. She's grateful for the griffon's support, resting her rump on Serilde's strong foreleg. The mare's birth canal squeezes and ripples around the egg and claw inside it, her flower squishing wetly around the scales and feathers of Serilde's foreleg. Her tight ring resists the egg for a bit, before the steady pressure and the mare's own contractions force it to loosen, and then everything moves quickly. The tapered shape of the egg makes it easy for Inky's muscles to force the egg into her womb, Serilde feeling at some points like it's being squeezed out of her grip. Still, the griffon is persistent, and keeps pushing until she feels the widest point slip through Inky's cervix, and then some. The bat pony's womb closes up after it accepts the egg, its gateway sealing shut and forcing Serilde's claw out. Inky pants for breath, a heavy lump in her middle, weighing down her otherwise svelte frame.

15:50 Serilde lets out a deep breath that she'd been holding as the egg slips into the protective chamber and begins to retrieve her arm ever so slowly, trying to leave her marefriend hanging and eager for more. Her head leans over to examin the small bulge that the large lump made in teh mare's belly and then giggles, poking at it with teh other talon. "You know Inky, I think that egg looks good on you~ If only we had more ot stuff inside~" She teases with a soft grin on her face. The free talon helps set the mare's hips down on the ground to rest on her side to keep the batpony from suddenly dropping to the ground.

15:52 < Serilde> (I was having to be outside for a bit :P)

15:55 Inky makes it hard for Serilde to get her foreleg back, her tunnel clamped down around it and squeezing it close. Slowly, the griffon makes progress, ending with a lewd squelch as she tugs her claw free, glistening with Inky's inner juices. The bat pony wasn't so aroused anymore, her climax having left her sated, but with some more teasing Serilde could easily fan the flames up again. Inky sighs as she's laid down onto her side, one hoof coming down to stroke over her faded purple swell. Her fur squishes under Serilde's talon, but there's a firmness inside of their chick's egg. "You know as well as I do that I'd be happy to 'incubate' your regular layings, Serilde," Inky says, giving her partner a grin.

16:02 Serilde inspects her glistening fragrant claw with a giggle, watching the thin juices drip their way down her arm and into her feathers before reaching forward and begining to wipe herself off on Inky's coat, leaving her claws drier but stickier. The formel scooches forward, cuddling her chest up against their egg and smiling down on it. It was quite unusual for Serilde to be the one to initiate the cuddles, but she seemed quite happy to do it here. The gryphon laughs and strokes at the bulge before meeting Inky's eyes with a half lidded gaze. "I suppose we might have to do that some time...however, I dont usually have more than one or two...and you and I both know you'ld like more than that."

16:07 Inky doesn't mind the griffon wiping off her juices on her, since she already needed a shower to get off Serilde's birthing fluids. She scoots forwards too, pressing her distended belly against the griffon's warm chest. Inky coos softly, flicking an ear as she relaxes into the bellyrubs. It always felt better when she had something inside her, she thought. Serilde knew about her more... exotic likes, as she reveals, leaving the bat pony blushing. "Well, it's true," she says, grinning despite the heat in her cheeks. "So you like seeing me stuffed full, do you? What do you want to stuff in me next, love?"

16:11 Serilde rolls her eyes at Inky's teasing and brings a claw up to her snout, tut tutting. "Oh come now Inky, you cant seriously be thinking about filling yourself up right now? You've gotta be a responsible parent, just like me and...we cant do anythign that will risk damaging the egg. I know you understand," She says, in her usual stern voice. Her other claw traces its way up the mare's belly to the back of her head and then draws her close. Serilde Pushes her beak into the mare's lips and slips out her tongue, cooing happily at teh familiar but pleasant sensations, especailly as the sharp fangs rub up against her hard beak.

16:19 Inky giggles and blows air at Serilde's talon, her ears twitching. "A mare can dream, can't she?" she says, wearing that cute smile that Serilde so loved. "But of course, I'll wait. Somehow I'll make do with just this one egg." She rubs her belly with a hoof, switching to the side as she's hugged against the griffon. Seeing Serilde lean in for a kiss, Inky opens her mouth and tilts her head, feeling the smooth beak slip in between her fangs. The bat pony pushes her tongue into Serilde's beak, mmphing softly as she lets her eyes flutter shut.

16:26 Serilde keeps her beak in the mare's mouth for quite some time, rubbing their tongues gently together and cooing gently. The talons wrap around Inky possessively as she begins to rub her floofy chest feathes against the mare. Finally she pulls out with a soft smile, a trail of saliva linking her beak to the mare's lips. "I love you Inky, and I'm so glad we're going to be mothers together~"

16:28 Inky feels Serilde's talons wrap around her and pull her even closer, the beak pressing into her mouth as far as her fangs would allow. She could spend all day like this, wrapped in the griffon's embrace, her warm feathers cushioning her body. The bat pony licks back at the invading tongue, letting out some soft muffled eees of her own. Finally the two break off the kiss, saliva trailing between them. "I love you too, Serilde," she says, leaning in and resting her head on those poofy chest feathers. "If there's anypony I would want to be a mother with, it's you."

16:35 Serilde rests her claws on the back of Inky's head, gently stroking up and down her mane. Serilde's chest rises and falls with each steady breath as the formel holds the mare she loves close and closes her eyes. "I wonder if she'll be a beautiful formel or a handsom teircel?" She muses, feeling her eyes getting heavy.

16:49 Inky lets out a very gentle eeee with each breath as the griffon strokes her mane and her tufted ears, letting her own eyes drift shut. "Are you sure they won't be a handsome mare or beautiful stallion?" she says, a smile flicking her her muzzle.

16:53 Serilde rolls her eyes behind her eyelids and pulls the mare closer before burring her beak in th soft sweet mane. "I'm sure they'll Identify with griffon culture more. I think we should move back out to Griffonstone so that they can live amongst their proud ancestors."

16:58 Inky chuckles sleepily and shakes her head, nuzzling it against the thick, downy feathers. "Serilde, you know Griffonstone is... not such a great place at the moment," she says. "We should stay here."

17:02 Serilde sighs and nods her head. "Yes...its true...but maybe if we bring some good ponies and griffons abck there it can be bustling once more...and even if its not...we can just go to the duchy that my parents live in. They deserve to grow up in a strong gryphon culture."

17:05 Inky isn't convinced, but she doesn't want to argue now, right before they sleep. "Shh, Serry, let's not argue now," she says, stifling a yawn. "You don't want to make the foal upset." She rubs a hoof over her belly, feeling the egg inside.

17:08 Serilde opens her beak to argue even more but when Inky uses that pet name once more she fluffs up her face and then lets out a loud hmmph into the mare's mane. "I suppose we wouldnt want our chick to hear us arguing like that..but we can discuss it later.." sherild says. Finally she allows herself a bit of peace, her breath getting deeper and slower as she nears sleep.

17:18 Inky nuzzles the fluffy chest, using her griffon mate as bed was one of her favorite things to do. The feathers were just so comfortable, like the softest of pillows. "Later," she agrees, and settles down to sleep, curled up in the formel's embrace and looking cute as could be.

17:25 Serilde soon drifts off to sleep, feeling the large bulge of the egg pressing comfortably into her belly. Later that night, Serilde would have wonderful dreams of their future chick, in her mind, a daughter.