A Plush Home for Plushies

20 August 2015

16:10 < August> thank you

16:13 Serilde lays on top of Inky.

16:14 Inky squirms around so that Serilde was laying on top of her, into her.

16:16 Serilde lays her eggs directly into Inky's sharp gullet, forcing the mare to swallow each one or drop it to the ground.

16:16 Inky gulps noisily around each one, a big lump traveling down her throat and dropping into her stomach, where it clacked against the others. With their tough shells, they'd make it all the way through her, no problem!

16:17 < SkyBlue> Well this got weird quick

16:17 Serilde manages to push out a full clutch, shoving 5 large eggs, about the size of a baby pony down into her stomach.

16:17 < Serilde> thats our specialty~

16:21 Inky pulls her muzzle out of the griffon's flower and gasps for breath, a hoof rubbing over the obviously lumpy swell in her stomach. Her stretched muscles try to churn the new contents, but can't do anything against the tough shells except make them gently clack together now and then. Strands of glistening fluid trail from Inky's muzzle to Serilde's cunny, at least until the bat pony licks them up.

16:30 Serilde pants hard as the mare retrieves her snout from her fleshy triangle, which puffs out and dripps its sweet contents down on her muzzle. The formel lets out a loud squeak as she feels Inky return to her nethers to lick at her juices and relaxes further, cooing "Oooh that feels good~"

16:34 Inky puts her hooves on Serilde's rump, nuzzling at those sweet folds and dragging her tongue all over them. It's hard to pull herself away, but Inky needs to breathe sometime. She comes up for air, panting happily, and gives Serilde's nub a little kiss. "You don't have any more for me in there, do you?" she teases, prodding at the entrance to the griffon's egg canal.

16:45 Serilde feels her lips swell further as her seweet nectar begins to drip out of her suple lips, feeling a lighting shoot through her body at each gentle lick. Serilde's tunnel squeezes aroudn the mare's muzzle trying to hold it tehre even as she pulls away. The formel gives a sharp cry as Inky plays with her nub and feels her muscles begin to weaken before collapsing forward onto her chest. "N-no...no more eggs in there I think..." she responds breathlessly and then wiggles her rump a little further.

16:51 Inky scoops her legs under Serilde's rump and strains, succeeding in lifting the griffon onto her lap, or at least resting her against her belly. "None at all? Aw, you poor thing," Inky teases. She leans down and nuzzles those slick folds. "I hope you don't feel horribly empty after that clutch!"

18:51 Serilde does her best to lift her hind legs as she feels Inky trying ot pull her backwards, squirming her hips in reverse until she's up against inky. The formel gives another soft coo, shuddering as Inky dives back in again. The soft breath of the mare sends pleasant tingles up her body, making the griffon smile and blush. "N-no...really it feels good to be rid of them...They weigh me down in flight."

19:04 Inky lets her breath wash over the glistening pink flesh, breathing deep of the sweet scent of Serilde's nethers. "That's a shame," she says, sticking out her tongue and dragging it up and around those exotic lips. "I love being full, myself. Too bad your eggs could only fill me up from one end..."

19:11 Serilde pants hard, breathing in sharply each time the tongue digs in and then letting it out as her sensitive tunnel contracts, occasionally squirting the mare with a bit of ehr juices. Serilde gives a strained chuckle behind the teasing and says, "Oh inky, I didnt know you were in to that kind of thing. You really think that tight rump of yours can take an egg?" She teases back breathlessly, despite knowing full well that Inky was refering to a different hole. Serilde's tail flits back and forth excitedly as she feels something stir inside of her at the sensations

19:17 Inky plays the griffon like a priceless instrument, breathing on her, licking her, swirling her tongue around her little pleasure button. She doesn't mind being splattered with juices; the opposite, actually, and every spurt encourages the mare to step up her efforts. "It probably could, if I had to," she says, leaving Serilde's needy pussy alone to ache for her touch. "But it's my womb that wants to be full, silly kitty." The bat pony pushes Serilde's tail up and against her back, keeping it from swishing in her face, as she leans down to blow over the exposed flesh.

19:25 Serilde devolves into cooing and panting as Inky continues to tease her, bringing her right up to the brink before backing off once more. The formel's tail dips down and unintentionally bruehs against Inky's nethers as it twitches, the fur flicking bakc and forth against the lips. Serilde's walls ripple and and clench as Inky begins to blow once more. She was like putty in the mare's hooves, ready to be shaped any way she wished. "Is...that...so? Well...I've got...no eggs..." She pants out breathily. "Cmon...Inky...quite your...teasing..."

19:30 Inky chuckles as the griffon pants and coos from her ministrations, the fierce warrior formel reduced to a purring, needy kitten. "Mmm," Inky says as the tail twitched over her nethers. "I think, until you figure out something to fill me up, I'm going to keep teasing you." She flicks her tongue at Serilde's clit, bringing her right to the brink but no further.

19:37 < Inky> ( if you want to pause, I won't mind )

19:37 < Serilde> (I'm enjoying this...unless you mean you want to pause?)

19:38 Serilde gives a loud whine and then glances around the room as she hears the mare's demands, trying to spot something to fill up the mare's womb with. SHe could hear the large eggs in the mare's gut grinding around, the shells still uncracked from the motions. Serilde's mind comes to a collection of plushies that she keeps out of sight if she's expecting guests over and says "Umm...what about...I keep some stuffed animals under my bed.." She offers with a heavy blush, giving another coo as Inky brings her back up again.

19:44 Inky relaxes as she lets Serilde look around, occasionally breathing over the griffon's flower to keep her on edge. A hoof shifts underneath the formel to rub at her stomach, feeling the lumps and bulges of the unfertilized clutch within her. "That sounds perfect," Inky says, giggling at the idea of the fierce griffon holding onto such childish things. "Good girl." As though to further humiliate the formel, Inky leans in and slips her lower jaw into Serilde's needy cunny, putting her clit at center stage for the bat pony's tongue to lash and swirl all over. The mare hums to accentuate the pleasure, giving her friend her much-needed release.

19:48 Serilde blushes an even deeper crimson as Inky laughs at her admission and shakes her head. "T-they're for my eventual daughter...alright?" She says defensively, though her lie is apparent, even to the most naive pony. Soon though, Inky begins to fulfill her end of the bargain and the purring griffon is brought to her peak. Wave after wave of pleasurable contraction rushes through her, shooting out intense squirts of formel juice all over the bat pony. SHe lets out a loud screech and digs her talons into the bed, leaving small tears in them as her eyes dilate with pleasure.

19:52 Inky keeps servicing Serilde even as she climaxes, her skilled tongue keeping the griffon riding on her wave of pleasure long after she otherwise would have been left in the surf. She does her best to catch the squirts of nectar, but only about half make it into her waiting mouth, while the rest splatter over her nose and muzzle fur, leaving it glistening and sticky. Once the griffon is down from her peak and can understand speech again, Inky rubs her belly with a hoof. "Well, she won't mind if I borrow them for a while, will she?" the mare asks, grinning. "I promise, I'll give them back cleaner than they were before."

20:01 Serilde continues to screech at each wave as Inky keeps her going until finally the wave of pleasure passes and the formel collapses onto the bed, panting hard and resting on the bed. Her ears twitch as she hears the mare's words but can only replay with a sigh and shaking her head. The formel looks absolutly exhausted as she lays there, flushed and sweaty

20:02 < Inky> ( does your post end with "flushed and sweaty" ? )

20:02 < Serilde> (aye_

20:05 Inky squirms her way out from underneath Serilde and rolls onto her front, her heavy stomach swaying and clacking gently. The mare holds a hoof to it to still it before she takes a few steps forwards, placing a hoof on the griffon's smooth, furry belly and rubbing it gently. "You cute little thing," Inky says, brushing her hoof along the formel's belly, shining with sweat. "Your friend Inky made you feel really good! Now it's time for you to return the favor."

20:05 < Inky> ( temptation to say "auntie Inky" was nigh-overwhelming )

20:10 Serilde purrs happily as the glowing feelings from the powerful orgasm leave her in a good mood, unable to be irritated even at being treated like a house cat. Her chest rumbles as she arches up into those wonderful hooves and says sweetly, "You should check under the bed...they're all there."

20:16 Inky nods, and brings her other hoof to bear on the purring griffon. "Alright, then, I'll get them out in a jiffy." The bat pony pushes her hooves into the formel's belly, rubbing and massaging at the soft fur. Serilde almost never let her touch her this way, despite having grown more open to having various forms of sex with her; somehow, the griffon found this kind of touch even more personal and intimate. And Inky wasn't going to turn down a free chance to give Serilde pleasures that she usually refused. Finally, the mare pulls her hooves away and hops down off the bed, peering underneath. She reaches underneath and pulls out a pair of boxes, stuffed full of an assortment of plushies. "Wow, Serilde, these are really nice," she says, picking one up and turning it over in her hooves.

20:26 Serilde wiggles her belly against the hoovses as she continues to send pleasant vibrations up Inkys arms, letting herself enjoy the touch during a moment of weakness. One's belly was never supposed to be petted by anyone but one's most intimate partner. Still lost in her haze, she couldnt care two bits about proper behaviour and laid there enjoying herself. She finally begins to pull away and then blushes as Inky pulls out the plushies. Each looked like a different pony or gryphon, and on the front hoof there was an embroidered number on it that appeared to be a date. Below the one that Inky picked up, she'd actually find one that looked exaclty like her, with the date they met under the front hoof. "Y-ya, I get them hoof crafted....you'll be gentle, right?"

20:32 Inky sees a purple bat pony plush lower in the box and gasps, setting aside the one she held to grab it. She flips the plush over to find that she's face to face with a smaller, cuter, stuffed version of herself. The bat pony lets out a squeal and hugs the Inky plush to her chest, her own face mirroring its stitched grin of glee. "Serilde, this is the cutest thing! I love it!" she says, her voice full of joy and enthusiasm. The mare sets her plush self aside and digs through the boxes, pulling out other ponies and griffons and setting them up on the bed, in a row. "Are these all your closest friends?" she asks, though the answer was quite obviously yes. "And of course. I wouldn't want to hurt a hair on their heads!" Having set all the ponies and griffon plushes out on the bed, Inky leaps up and flutters overtop them, panting as she quickly compensates for the additional weight in her stomach. "And I know you'll be gentle too, when you push them inside," Inky says, leaning down and wiggling her rump in the air.

20:33 < Inky> ( most absurdly cute and silly idea so far )

20:40 Serilde blushes even deeper as she sees her array of stuffed toys sitting out before her, each of them conjuring up different memories of the ponies and gryphons she's met during her travels and smiles softly, though she tries to hide it before inky notices. "Yes, they're just a bunch of ponies and gryphons that I know, nothing special..." She says hastily. The formel had basically recovered from her glow and rolls over to her side, picking up the Inky plush. "You better...I dont want anything to happen to these." She takes the soft furred critter and presses the head softly against Inky's lips.

20:48 Inky shakes her head at Serilde's words. "Oh, they're special," she says, looking back and smiling up at the formel. "They're ponies you've met! That makes them special, to you." The mare giggles and nods. "Of course. I'll keep them as safe as I can." She sees the griffon pick up the bat pony plush and grins. "Oooh, starting with me. How-- ngh! --appropriate," Inky says, letting out a gasp when she feels the fuzzy nose press against her marehood. It stretched easily over the plush's head, since it wasn't terribly big, though the fuzzy, ticklish fur sent shivers through Inky's body. The fuzzy feeling sent Inky's nectar production into overdrive, her lips glistening as they parted to reveal the soaking tunnel within. The plush's nose darkened as it was coated in mare juice, though fortunately for both it and Inky, Serilde hadn't skimped on her plushes. Whether by enchantment or simply clever construction, Inky's fluids didn't soak into her replica any further than the outside fur, letting the mare preserve them for lubricating the plushies yet to come.

20:56 Serilde giggles at the mare and syas, "Yes, I'm sure you've always wanted to do this to yourself, so now I'm giving you the chance.~" The formel uses one claw to tease gently at the mare's button as she gently shoves the rest of Inky into Inky, slowly but surely. The plushies are reasonably big, like the size of a small dog, and getting all of them in would be sure to be a challenge.

21:01 Inky moans and squeals as the griffon teases at her nub, while putting pressure on the plush, letting her thick marehood squish against it and slip over just as soon as it was lubricated enough. With Serilde's insistent pushing, it doesn't take long before the entire plush is tucked away inside Inky's tunnel, soaking in her juices. The bat pony pants heavily, her marehood still spread wide by the plush held just inside it, and looks back at Serilde. "I... I kinda have," she admits, and grins. "Th- haa, thanks!" With a grunt, Inky clenches her muscles around her plush replica, her marehood letting out a soft squelch as it squeezes down on the fabric bat pony inside. The soft lump in Inky's lower belly shifts upwards, heading towards her womb, but due to the light weight of the plush its going is slow. The mare lets her flower gape open again, glistening and ready for its next offering. Not wanting to let any of her fluids go to waste, Inky grabs a plush at random and pushes it between her legs, catching the thin stream of clear nectar that drooled from her lips.

21:04 Serilde grabs the plushy from her hooves to assist the mare and teases it against those soft supple lips, this time a griffon, one that sort of resembled Serilde, but not quite. The soft fuzz tickles at the mare's swollen canal as she gently rubs it against her, sucking up the nectars to lube it up. As Serilde moves it around, Inky would be able to get a decent glimpse of what it looked like, though parts of it were glistening with her own fluids. Serilde smiles at the noises the mare was makeing and leans down to nibble gently at the clit before pulling away once more. "I take it you're enjoying this?~"

21:07 Inky makes soft eeeing and cooing sounds as the griffon rubs the next plush all over her swollen lips, getting it nice and slicked up. Meanwhile, her own plush sat just outside her cervix, her muscles lightly rippling over it, but unable to force the soft mass into her womb. The bat pony's soft pants turn into a squeal of pleasure when Serilde leans in and teases her nub, and it's all she can do to nod weakly in response. "Who's... who's that?" she asks, eyes on the griffon that Serilde was rubbing against her slit.

21:14 Serilde pauses for a second as she looks at the teircel she was holding and then frowns, feeling a tear forming in her eyes. "This? Oh, its just my cousin, who's now a division leader in the military from what I understand. He and I were close, and...he very nearly gave me a position in his team before the comanders stepped in." She explains softly before pressing the head into her slit and pushing the slicked up plush deeper inside.

21:20 Inky feels a twinge of empathy for the formel, and opens her mouth to say something comforting. As Serilde shoves the slick plush into her marehood, all she can manage to do is gasp and whimper softly, her netherlips having no trouble with the pre-slickened plushy. Its head bumps up against the Inky plush already inside her, and as Inky grunts and clenches, her tunnel ripples, forcing the two plushies against each other. They squish gently in her tight confines, held in place by her hot walls, and putting more pressure on her cervix. Still, when Inky's petals spread open again, her entrance is clear, ready to take another. "You'll get there," Inky pants, now that she could speak. "I just know it!" Her passageway idly squeezes over Serilde's cousin, giving the plush a warm hug, like Serilde had done many times before.

21:24 Serilde quickly grabs another griffon, this one a dark looking harpy eagle which serilde gives a quick squeeze before brushing it against the mare's lips. "No I wont...remember? THey dont allow formels into the guard. Nothing I can do will be able to get me to that point...he was breaking the rules to even try." She gives a soft sigh before feeding that plushy into the mare's lips, quickly followed by another random one Serilde grabbed. She forces them two at a time up Inky's looser marehood now, streaching out the tight glistening lips which seem to beg for more.

21:29 < -> Dusk is now known as Dusk|Work

21:30 Inky frowns as the formel reminds her of that, and tries to protest again, but the griffon is taking out her grumpiness on her and shoves the next plush into her marehood without a second thought. Inky squeaks again, her lower belly bulging out as the newest addition slips between her juicy lips. The pressure against her cervix mounted, but still wasn't enough, even with her tunnel packed to the brim with plushies. Not that this seems to slow Serilde down in the slightest, the formel already pushing another pony in even with the hindpaws of the last griffon still sticking out. Inky pants and gasps, feeling the fuzzy bodies packed tighter inside her tunnel, and then finally, something gives, deep inside her. The tight gateway opens enough for the first plush, the Inky plush, to slip into her womb, tumbling out and making her belly sag. The next plush slides in after it, its slick fur posing no trouble at all for the mare. As though some valve was opened, Inky takes the increased volume easily, her pants rising into eeees with each push and shove against her sensitive tunnel. The mare's lower belly bulges with plushes, the rising tide slowly funneled into her womb, which swells below her, filled with light, stuffed bodies.

21:37 Serilde shoves plushy after plushy into the mare without stopping, quickly emtpying both boxes as the mare grows wider and wider with each soft offering. She was feelign a bit better now after that bitter reminder and finally reaches the last plush and holds it up to Inky. Its a very familiar looking pony, one both Inky and Serilde have met independently and yet neither knows the other knows them. She smiles at it and dances it around in the air before turning down to meet Inky's eyes. "Well, we've reached the end of the line, this is the last plushy I have. I hope you'll be full enough to be satisfired~" She purrs. In preparation for shoving it in, Serilde leans down and licks across the slit a couple times and then brings a claw up to play with the mare's button.

21:40 < Inky> ( you didn't say who it was, Serilde! )

21:40 < Serilde> (Nope, you get to make that up :P Because I dont know yet)

21:44 Inky moans, her tongue lolling out and drooling a little onto Serilde's bed. Her womb was stretched to the bed by now, the bat pony able to rest on it without even using her legs to keep herself up. It was a mass of vaguely lumpy purple fur, concealing an intermixed jumble of soft, squishy plushies. Inky's eyes are rolled back, unseeing, until with great effort she forces herself to blink and refocus on the last plush. Her eyes widen with recognition as she sees the distinctive creamy fur and two-tone braid. "Hey, that's... Candy_Floss!" she says, in between pants. "I... know her...!" The bat pony squirms as she feels Serilde's tongue on her slit and her claw on her clit, the puffy marehood winking before her eyes. While the griffon stalls, Inky's tunnel works on tucking the last of the previous batch of plushies away in her womb, her lower belly smooth and flat, save for where her great womb bulged over it.

21:44 < Candy_Floss> ( wahahaha)

21:48 Serilde twitches as she hears the mare's cry and stops to inspect the plushy in her claws. The formel blushes even brighter and rather quickly shoves it away into Inky's nethers,and then shakes her head. "N-no that was not candy floss, that was...umm...." The formel pauses to think up a name, "Sugar rush. I dont know who this Candy_Floss is taht you're talking about," she says, blushing bright red at the idea that Inky was friends with one of her best friends, who also, occasionally saw seridle in her moments of weakness.

21:54 Inky yelps as the plush is unceremoniously shoved whole into her marehood, reflexively clenching down around Serilde's foreleg. She opens her mouth and whimpers softly, so close now with her belly stuffed and her tunnel full. The mare ripples her cunny around the plush, soaking it in her juices and tugging it towards her depths, wanting to prove to herself that she could fit them all inside her. The bat pony groans, finding it hard to pull the last pony all the way inside. Her face contorts with concentration as she clamps down her muscles, squeezing Serilde's foreleg tightly and compressing the plushies filling her womb. The mare forced out some air filling the gaps, letting her belly relax somewhat, and resumes trying to pull the last plush inside. She's obviously having trouble, though, the bulge of Candy_Floss in her lower belly steadfastly refusing to join the rest in her distended womb.

22:01 < -> Chevron is now known as Chevron|Sleep

22:03 Serilde frowns down at the corners of her mouth as Inky seems to have troubel with the last plushy and sticks her foreleg even deeper into the pony's warm rippling tunnel, putting additional pressure on the toy to try and cause it to slip on into the tight womb. The formel giggles as she hears the wet queef coming from the mare's lips and redoubes her efforts until finally she feels the plush slip inside as well. "Wow...that was a lot of toys..." she says, trying to swithch the conversation away from any fo the figures she might have seen.

22:03 < Serilde> (Also 10 on anight when I need to be up by 7)

22:04 < Inky> ( so, gn'ight then ? )

22:07 < -> You are now known as Serilde

22:07 < Serilde> (Aye, but you can make a post if you want :P)

22:16 < -> alia is now known as Bowstring

22:43 < Inky> ( we'll leave it as me with the next post, how about that )

22:45 < Candy_Floss> ( awwww )

22:45 < Inky> Candy_Floss: :p

22:46 < Candy_Floss> I was totes enjoying that

22:47 < Candy_Floss> I wonder how Candy_Floss knows Serilde... guess I'll have to find out >:D

22:47 < Inky> :O

23:44 < ZeroItamae> Thats a convenient way to add setups for future RP's :o

23:45 < August> plushes are best everything

00:45 Inky yowls in pleasure as the griffon shoves her leg even deeper, filling the bat pony up with something solid. The plushies were nice, but they squished under her muscles and didn't give nearly the same sensation as something hard and firm like Serilde's foreleg. It's too much for Inky, and she shudders, collapsing atop her distended belly. This only makes it harder for the griffon to force in the last plush, but with Serilde's strength and Inky's body spasming and squeezing around her, she manages it. She manages it all at once, actually, some contraction and loosening making the Candy_Floss plushy slip wholly into the bat pony's packed womb, along with Serilde's claw. Inky isn't much for conversation as she mewls and moans, her climax crashing down on her, and her cunny squeezes the griffon tight, not letting her pull out just yet. Though, why would she want to? Her claw could feel the shifting mass of plushies inside Inky's womb, the soft slick fur rubbing against her scaled fingers.

00:48 < Inky> ( that was a yes, Serilde :p )

00:51 Serilde pushes hard, resting her other claw on Inky's back as she shoves her forearm nearly shoulder deep into the mare till the plush finally pops in. When the mare climaxes her forearm is grippedn and tugged furtherinward, causing ther to collase onto the pony's rump. She carefully closes her talons tion a fist, doing her best not to tear the precious cargo inside that grinds up against her claws. "Oh, that good huh? It better be, because now they're all going to smell like you for a month, though that's probably a good thing for that one."

00:51 < -> You are now known as Serilde

00:51 < Serilde> (That line is gonna need a correction Inky :P)

00:56 < Inky> ( somehow we'll survive )

01:01 Inky looks up at Serilde, but she's not seeing anything. Her eyes are partially crossed and unfocused, the mare breathing out shuddering pants of pleasure. She was just so... full. It was incredible. The soft fur of the plushies inside her rubbed against her inner walls, and Serilde's foreleg stretched her tunnel, giving those needy muscles something to clamp down on. Add that to the weight of the eggs in her stomach, and Inky was in heaven. Finally, she comes down from her orgasm, having left a little puddle of drool on the griffon's bed. The dazed bat pony shakes her head, confused after such a rush of pleasure. "Hmm?" she grunts, blinking slowly. "Mmm... I took them all," she notes, looking at her swollen middle. It stretched down to the bed, and forced her legs apart. The rippling and squeezing inside her womb dies down, and Serilde feels her plush collection stop moving. The muscles around her arm let up too, though it still wouldn't be easy to extricate herself from the bat pony's depths. "How long.. can I hold onto these for you?"

01:07 Serilde rolls her eyes as Inky meets hers as she turns the corners of her beak up. "It was that good huh?" She asks, giggling at Inky's reaction, which was well beyond what she could usually engender from her friend. The griffon wiggles her claw a bit int he depths of the hot sticky tunnel, trying to pull it out now that Inky's climax as over and while she was making steady progress, it was slow. Her other claw traces down under and against the bulging belly. "Hmmm...welll I don want those back...tonight maybe? Or...at least one of them..." The griffon turns her head away with a blush, tacking on that second bit much quieter.

01:10 Inky nods slowly, her usual eager energy temporarily spent. "It was... the best I've felt in a long time. Maybe ever." Inky winces and moans softly as the griffon wiggles deep inside her and starts to pull out. She's relaxed, but that doesn't make it easy. Every time Serilde pulls too quickly, or scrapes her claws against the bat pony's tunnel, Inky involuntarily clenches down, halting her progress. "Ahhh... sorry, it's... ngh... that feels good," she manages to get out. Serilde should know better than to try to sneak anything past Inky, and the bat pony's ears pick up every word. "One of them?" she says, with a half-pant, half-giggle tacked on. "Which one's that?"

01:14 Serilde groans and moves her other claw down to push on the hips to pull hier claw out with a little more roughness even when they clamp down, though progress is still slow. "Well...any of them really...I just sort of maybe...you know...since I expect you are sleeping on the guest bed..." she begins, though the formel fails to make eye contact with Inky the hole time and her voice is high pitched with embarrassment. With a sigh she gives up and shakes her head. "Actually, I suppose you can keep all of them for the night."

01:18 Inky grunts as the pulls get rougher, her canal resisting even more now. "Ack... you're making it... harder on yourself, Serilde," she pants. "Just... wait!" When the griffon finally stops her tugging to speak, Inky sighs in relief. Then bursts into laughter. "The guest bed? After you just... really, Serilde?" Inky says, her voice incredulous. "I'm sleeping in your bed. With you. And you can snuggle the real me, not some plushy version of me!" The bat pony pauses. "It is a really good plush, though," she admits. The mare pats her belly, then rubs it softly, knowing that plush-Inky was safely tucked away.