Stats

The RP has a total of 39 lines, 1735 words, and 9772 characters.
The average line consists of 44.49 words that themselves average 4.63 characters taking about 10 minutes, 20 seconds.
Sweet Treat said a total of 20 lines, 1152 words, and 6294 characters.
Sweet Treat's average line consists of 57.6 words that themselves average 4.46 characters taking about 7 minutes, 56 seconds.
Tzipi said a total of 19 lines, 583 words, and 3478 characters.
Tzipi's average line consists of 30.68 words that themselves average 4.97 characters taking about 13 minutes, 3 seconds.

15:47 < Sweet_Treat> So...hmmm...how to start!?

15:48 < Sweet_Treat> You know more about Tzipi than i do :P

15:51 < Tzipi> Hmm... I'm not really sure...

15:52 < Sweet_Treat> Well she's sadistic and cruel. Would she trap a pony? Maybe decide to 'lose' a patient? nom a delivery pony?

15:56 < Tzipi> Hmm... She's sadistic, cruel to her prey, but not outright evil and such. She just doesn't think about those she eats as actual equines, so it's more like playing with her food.

15:57 < Sweet_Treat> :P alright well what makes them not real equines?~

16:01 < Tzipi> For one, they're tasty and therefore food instead of ponies. Beyond that, she's a bit speciest, and prefers those of a similar background to herself. Zebras, giraffes, rhinos, and the like

16:01 < Sweet_Treat> Instead of those upity ponies :P

16:03 < Tzipi> Mmhmm

16:04 < Tzipi> Though she's still known to consume pretty much anyone when the mood strikes her. That's why she's wandered into seaddle.

16:04 < Sweet_Treat> so how does she pick out/aquire her food?

16:05 < Tzipi> She'll pick whoever strikes her fancy at the moment, and attempt to get them to come by her place for some potions, perhaps feigning the need of help with one of her brews

16:06 < Sweet_Treat> Like maybe needing some of Sweet's freshly harvested clouds? :D

16:08 < Tzipi> Perhaps~

16:11 < Sweet_Treat> where does she live?

16:15 < Tzipi> Just within the forest near Seaddle, far enough in that her small (for her) hut isn't visible

16:20 Sweet_Treat flutters through the air with a bulging sack on her back. It was quite the unusual order, a sack of compressed clouds of the type she harvests over the ocean each week, but the giraffe did promise her some good bits. Fluttering down to the clearing where she was supposed to meet Tzipi, she spots the rather noticable giraffe and stops, hovering just at eye level with the rather tall creature. "Hey there....Teeepeee was it? I brought the clouds you asked for."

16:28 Tzipi lets out a low grumble, glaring at the flying pony. "Tzipi, I am called tzipi, pon-ee... You brought right clouds, yes? Only those clouds work..." Her belly, already a bit more pudgy than one would expect, lets out a soft, almost inaudible gurgling sound.

16:31 Sweet_Treat nods at the giraffe and smiles with embarassment. "Sorry...I hadnt meant to mispronounce your name there its just so...foreign. Not many giraffes around here afterall." She slips off her bag and holds it out to the giraffe. The pink mare looked well kempt and nice, though not overly prissy.  She spares a look down at the giraffe's dangling belly, noticinign it jiggle with her movements.

16:44 Tzipi snorts. "Not an excuse. I'll let it pass. Follow, I'll need your help, pon-ee."

16:50 Sweet_Treat rolls her eyes as the giraffe snorts and waves her off. "Fine...fine, as long as its not too far...." She says, and then flutters along side the giraffe as Tzipi leads the way.

17:00 Tzipi dips and ducks below tall branches as she weaves her way towards her hut, the building quite easily hidden within the foliage. "Come, not far now."

17:03 Sweet_Treat follows along, easily keeping pace as she darts along the branches. Her much smaller form made it easier for her to maneuver within the thick treeline. Finally Sweet_Treat sees Tzipi's hut and nods. "Ahh, I take it this is where you call home? Its so far out from the city..."

17:27 Tzipi nods. "Long way from pon-ee city, almost like home, just too cold." She says, twisting her head back to look at Sweet_Treat. "Come inside." She demands, ducking her head down through the doorway

17:31 Sweet_Treat lets out a sigh as she flutters down through the doorway. Once she's inside she drops the bag off her back, letting it come to rest on the floor with a gentle plop. She looks around the room briefly before tunring back to look at Tzipi. "Alright, well thats all your cloud, delivered to your door. As Discussed, that'll be 200 bits."

18:30 Tzipi smirks ever so slightly, stepping behind Sweet_Treat and kicking the door closed. "That was our deal, yes. Though I do need a little more of pon-ee's service."

18:48 < Sweet_Treat> (Was heading home)

18:49 Sweet_Treat perks her ears up and turns back too look at the giraffe standing between her and the door. "Well...I'm not sure I have much more time to stick around. Sorry, but you didnt ask for mor than that and I"ve things to do," she says, stepping up to the giraffe.

19:06 Tzipi lowers her head, those sea green eyes turning hard as she glares at the pegasus. "It was not a suggestion, pon-ee."

19:13 Sweet_Treat narrows her eyes at Tzipi as she brings her head down, staring right back up without a hint of fear. "And I am not helping with whatever it is. You should pay me, and then get out of my way."

19:33 Tzipi snorts again. "Only way out is through me..." She says with a sinister tone, before her long, thick tongue snakes out and wraps around the pegasus' muzzle

19:50 Sweet_Treat squeak as she feels the slippery tongue wrap around her snout, smearing it with thick smelly saliva. She tries to pull her head back, but finds that the rough, sand papery surface holds her coiled in the tongues grip. She lets out a shout, muffled by her closed jaws.

19:55 Tzipi smirks, just visible to Sweet_Treat, before with a powerful tug of her tongue, she pulls the pegasus mare's head into her suddenly wide open maw!

19:58 Sweet_Treat squeals as she feels her snout f pulled forward into the smelly slimy maw of the creature. THe hot humid breath washes over it with a foul scent, smelling of the giraffe's insides from its cud. Her eyes stare down Tzipi's snout into the eyes of her predatory. FInally she snaps too it enouth to bring her hooves to rpess against the blunt snout as she struggles to get free from the black lips.

20:07 Tzipi grins, instead of fighting against the pegasus mare's hooves, her lips work over them almost casually, allowing that tongue of hers to pull her deeper into that humid cavern of her throat!

20:15 Sweet_Treat sucks in a deep beath as she feels her hooves slip past those dark lips, and then begins to cough as she takes a glob of foul tasting spit into her muzzle. The mouth creeps up over her eyes, sealing her in darkness as the hot flesh clenches agianst her head. She can feel the teeth sliding across her skin as her muzzle is drawn deeper inside.

20:27 Tzipi releases something even more disgusting than her spittle, a long, bubbling belch slowly traveling up her throat to wash over Sweet_Treat's head... Rancid, and full of something much more disturbing... The smell of digesting, stewing flesh. Seems the giraffe had gotten hungry during the wait!

20:42 Sweet_Treat gags as she gets a powerful wiff of the offending scent, feeling herself grow queasy to her stomach as her ears ring from the sound. Now that she was chest deep in the hungry giraffe her snout begins to press up against the back of the throat, ready for swallowing. "Let me out! Spit me up!" She shouts as the tongue comes free.

20:47 Tzipi ignores the delectable pegasus' cries, her tongue snaking down her belly as the giraffe tilts her head upwards, that tight throat of hers opening up to let her slide down ~

20:50 Sweet_Treat flaps her wings wildly as she's hoisted up into the air, feeling herself slipping down past the tight ring that spelled the entrance to the giraffe's throat. The ring grips her right as more of her body begins to press into the smelly maw.

20:58 Tzipi murrs loudly around the mare, her powerful throat tugging against Sweet's snout and hooves while her tongue teases and slurps along her belly, the tip of that slick, rough muscle reaching close to her rear ~*

21:18 Sweet_Treat squirms against the powerful muscles as she feels the murr vibrating her body. The thick warm trail of the goop leads up to her nethers as the tongue begins to curl past her cheeks, sending a shiver down her spine. Her wings flap even harder, proving an obstacle as her shoulders are drawn into the putrid maw.

21:19 < Sweet_Treat> (Sorry, was seeing a guest out. I'm all free now)

21:31 < Sweet_Treat> (Beeooop!)

21:38 Tzipi lets her tongue tease against that belly of the pegasus, lazily swallowing again as she works her flexible lips against those wings... She was determined, that's for sure!

21:44 Sweet_Treat doesnt realize in her blind panic that every time her flailing wings folded against her sides mid flap, the lips were able to work a little further down her body, restricting her range of motion just a little further. She's basically hyperventilating in the tight throat as the tongue edges ever closer to her slit.

22:01 Tzipi grins around her mouthful of pegasus, tilting her head back further to speed along the consumption of this delectable treat ~ Again, she forces up another burp, seeming to find pleasure in torturing the pony with her fate~

22:10 Sweet_Treat gags again as the air reaches up to her snout, causing her stomach to churn even harder now. She begins to notice that she can hardly open her wings now and flares them, keeping them as wide as she can ,though by now it'd just slow the giraffe down only a little as the throat muscles clench and pull on her body.

22:52 < Sweet_Treat> (Boop!)

22:56 Tzipi frowns and works her jaws and lips down against those flared wings, forcing them tight against Sweet's sides as another rolling swallow drags her even deeper

23:00 Sweet_Treat could feel her hips sliding in past the giraffe's lips as her struggles prove rather hopeless. The walls grip her muzzle tightly shut, preventing her from voicing her concerns as she's drawn ever so closely. Her marehood was easily within reach of the creatures long probing tongue now as it traces across her legs.

23:20 < Sweet_Treat> (Boop)

23:28 Tzipi murmurs and mumbles around Sweet_Treat with each rolling swallow, her thick tongue moving to tease over her marehood and tailhole with a probing curiosity... Before suddenly squirming its way deep into that sweet-tasting crevasse~

23:33 Sweet_Treat eeps as she feels the tongue licking over her nethers, dragging around her slit and over her tailhole before moaning loudly as the tongue presses deep into her. She can feel the half meter long tongue filling up her tunnle and pushing at the walls of her cervix, leaving her moaning loudly. Unfortulatly for her, the new force causes her to slip deeper even faster.

23:43 Tzipi closes her eyes, savoring the flavour as she begins to roughly pound her tongue against Sweet_Treat's cervix, letting each thrust of her tongue force the pegasus mare deeper into that long throat~

23:47 Sweet_Treat cries out at each thrust as more and more of her sweet nectar begins to leak from teh walls of her sensitive tunnel, spurting against Tzipi's tongue. She squeals and moans at each powerful thrust, feeling the sensations building up in her as she gets closer and closer to her climax, and as more and more of her slips into the throat.

00:06 < Sweet_Treat> (boop)

00:48 Tzipi smirks and suddenly pulls her tongue free just before she gives a massive swallow, dragging Sweet_Treat down past her lips and along the fleshy slide that is her throat~

20:30 Sweet_Treat makes a loud needy whine as she feels the tongue press her all the way in, leaving her unsated and still dripping her sweet juices. Her from makes a rather unmistakeable bulge as it slowly travels along the thick long neck.

20:32 Tzipi smacks her lips and settles upon her bed just as Sweet_Treat plops into her first stomach chamber, slopped with bits of cud and chyme mixed with prickly feathers. "Mmn... Pon-ee is food now, nothing more~"

20:39 Sweet_Treat finally plops down into the roomy stomach of the giraffe, landing in a slippery mush of half chewed leaves and grass that stuck to her fur and feathers. Her nose wrinkles as the foul sickly scent of the creature's insides assualts her smell, leaving her gagging until she ends up wretching up her stomach contents. She pants, hyperventilating as the muscles mush her into the plants, and something even more prickly. "I'm not food! Spit me up!"