Stats

The RP has a total of 20 lines, 1112 words, and 6149 characters.
The average line consists of 55.6 words that themselves average 4.53 characters taking about 3 minutes, 42 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 10 lines, 639 words, and 3511 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 63.9 words that themselves average 4.49 characters taking about 5 minutes, 0 seconds.
Lynquist said a total of 10 lines, 473 words, and 2638 characters.
Lynquist's average line consists of 47.3 words that themselves average 4.58 characters taking about 2 minutes, 15 seconds.

21:02 Lynquist wrinkles his nose and sniffs around, smelling something (or more likely someone) delicious. The dog growls playfully and gives a grin, baring his teeth in the bright smile.

21:07 GyroFeather steps into the bar and looks around. He spots a seat over next to the bar next to the dog and heads over there flicking his feathered tail before taking a seat. The tiercel signals to the bartender for a drink, something light and fruity.

21:08 Lynquist grins toothily at Gyro and gives him a little nod before going back to sipping on his scotch.

21:09 GyroFeather gives him a little wave of his talon and a smile at the edge of his beak. He then looks back towards the bartender, impatiently tapping his claw against the wood.

21:13 Lynquist gently slips behind Gyro and runs a claw along his back, the dull edge slipping up from waist to collar along the spine. "such a cute critter... gettin' impatient waitin' for a drink..."

21:16 GyroFeather tenses as he feels the claw run up along his his spine opposite of his fur and then his feathers at the top of his back. The gryphon ruffles his wings and then turns to the dog, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. "Oh, well...thank you" He responds with a tad bit of timidity in his voice.

21:19 Lynquist barks quietly as he leans in to pin the gryphon to the bar with the heft of his muscled back. The canine breaths hotly down his feathered back. "mmm... very nice" he says with a smirk, his paws gripping at the bar as he keeps Gyro pinned.

21:23 GyroFeather squawks as he finds his himself pressed against the hard wood surface of the bar. The claws at his shoulder blades cause his wings to half flare and the hot breath against his neck makes his shoulder stand upon end. The gryphon's feathers have a light fruity scent to them, a result of the botanicals he cleaned and preened with. "I...think you've taken a bit too much interest in me...we should get t know each other first," he protests as his mind goes over the two likely scenarios.

21:25 Lynquist gives a little chuckle, gripping the bar enough to dig his nails in a bit. The canine's breath flows, rank and hot, as he licks his lips. "we'll I'm sure we could get to know each-other... rather... intimately." the chubby dog says, leaning in to drag his tongue over the griff's neck.

21:32 GyroFeather feels the hot tongue rubbing over his soft pink feathers, leaving a hot trail of drool where it tickles across them. He gives another squeak and shifts between Lynquist and the bar. "Uhh...I usually prefer my dates take me out for drinks first..."he protests. His eyes dart around the room as if looking for assistance, but its not like such a scene was unusual for this place.

21:34 Lynquist laughs heartily before leaning back, pulling off of the feathered critter. The chubby male gruffs and reaches into his pack to pour a nice, cold sex on the beach for the critter. "here's yer drink." he says, pushing the mug into the griff's hand. "now, lets date." he says with a woof and a chuckle.

21:40 GyroFeather is panting rather hard as the dog pulls up off of him and his heart is thumping in his chest. He can feel the drool on his feathers drying. The gryphon picks up the drink and tips it into his beak. A nervous smile crosses his beak directed towards his companion. "Right...I'm Gyro." He offers, along with his claw for a shake.

21:42 Lynquist shakes the offered claw, his paw engulfing the smaller appendage. the canine's teeth glisten as he smiles wide. "nice to eat you, gyro..." he growls "I mean meet you..." he gruffs, his tail curling as he leans in to nibble and lick at the feathers again. "yeah. definitely think you're... boyfriend... material.." he gives as a groan, licking his lips.

21:48 GyroFeather curls his tail up between the two to provide some small barrier between the two, but the thin appendage and feathered tuft was little more than emotional comfort. His face twitches at the Freudian slip and he leans backwards as the dog leans in. The foul hot breath causes the gryphon to make a face as he breaths it in. "Oooh...you...you dont look too bad yourself," he offers.

21:50 Lynquist gives a broad grin as he spreads his legs and straddles into Gyro's lap, his warm chest pressed against the others. He smiles and grinds down slightly, rubbing his heat-swollen sex against his pants as he leans to kiss the fruity critter's muzzle. "thanks, love."

21:56 GyroFeather is shivering in his seat as the dog rather forcefully works his way into his lap, pressing the grphon's back against the bar. He's rather dwarfed by the dog who's got him pinned there, standing nearly twice his size. The gryphon's sheath swells out some from the kiss and the warm smell of sex. "N-no problem!" he says, and then adds in a smaller voice, "[sub]Dont eat me...[/sub]"

21:59 Lynquist chuckles and reaches down, his paws undoing the button on his jeans as he wriggles, sliding them off with some skill as he stays mounted on the gryph's lap. The chubby dog grunts some and leans in once more to give another kiss, his tongue invading the beak. "oh... no promises, but I promise, we'll both enjoy this." he growls hotly, his warm, puffy bits grinding against the critter's sheath.

22:07 GyroFeather can taste the rank breath on his tongue and the tainted saliva as the dog pushes his way into his beak and wrestles with his tongue. The gryphon responds in kind, curling against the tongue that invaded his mouth. His pink tip begins to poke free from his sheath, pressing up against the warm nethers.

22:09 Lynquist gives a hot groan as he wriggles his warm body down, teasing and worming the heat of the cock into his warm, wet pussy, his folds squeezing on the fat shaft. the canine gasps and wriggles his tail as he gruffs and runs his paws over him. "you're gonna be a good boy..." he groans before accidentally burping his hot scotch breath over the gryph

22:13 GyroFeather wiggles back against the dog's as he grinds his body into him, brushing his soft feathers and fur into the creature's belly. The gryphon scrunches his beak from the hot smell of scotch wafts over his snout. Sucking in a deep breath, the tiercel reaches over and grabs his drink, taking another long sip. He was going to need a lot of alcohol for this. Meanwhile the steady grinding against his shaft causes him to swell even more, pressing up into the warm folds. Gyro arches back a bit, pushing his rather quickly swelling member deeper into Linquist's body.

22:14 < Lynquist> (sadly, gotta run. see you later)

22:16 < Gyro> (alright see ya)

22:17 < Gyro> V

22:18 < Shelly> *waves to gyro as my meals are breaking down into nutrition* hi there!