Stats

The RP has a total of 8 lines, 378 words, and 2117 characters.
The average line consists of 47.25 words that themselves average 4.6 characters taking about 6 minutes, 40 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 4 lines, 193 words, and 1026 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 48.25 words that themselves average 4.32 characters taking about 7 minutes, 3 seconds.
Inky said a total of 4 lines, 185 words, and 1091 characters.
Inky's average line consists of 46.25 words that themselves average 4.9 characters taking about 6 minutes, 23 seconds.

16:15 GyroFeather opens her beak a little wider to accomidate the mare's snout and pushes her tongue through Inky's lips. She squeezes her back and lets out a soft purr that rumbles through her chest into Inky's form.

16:22 Inky presses at GyroFeather's tongue with her own, her eyes closed in contentment. Wrapped up securely in the formel's embrace, Inky settles into the purring hug, ears twitching as the vibrations reach her distended womb.

16:31 GyroFeather wraps her tongue around that of the pony's, rubbing the warm slippery muscles together. She lets out a soft coo and then moves her talon down to rub at the lump down in her belly, stroking at the egg's bulge

16:40 Inky shivers at the touch to her stretched lower belly, squeezing GyroFeather for support for a few moments. She inhales sharply, then relaxes again, enjoying the gentle rubs of the swell. Inky pushes their tongues back into the griffon's beak, questing in the new environment.

16:47 GyroFeather curls her tail around forward till it circles Inky's own bushy appendage. Meanwhile he lets the tongue withdraw into her own beak. Much of the surface is strange and hard, covered with a very thin layer of flesh with no give before it hits beak wall, but deeper in it grows more spongy and warm.

16:50 Inky plays her tongue over the inner surfaces of GyroFeather's beak until she's satisfied and pulls her muzzle out, breathing a little hard and grinning. She wipes off her snout with a fetlock before nuzzling into the formel's purring chest. The little bat pony was quite happy that she was getting to incubate her friend's egg!

16:55 GyroFeather drags her claw lower down on the stomach till it begins to creep past the egg towards her inner thighs, and then stops short of anything. She then traces it back up where the thighs meet her belly. "You know, you carry it well. Thanks for keeping them for me, its much more convinient than sitting on a nest for a month."

17:01 Inky tenses and shudders a little as those claws trace their way down and up her body. Her belly was still sensitive, not yet accustomed to its new size. "Oh, well," Inky says, taking a few moments to catch her breath. "Thanks for trusting me with it! I know it's important to you."