Stats

The RP has a total of 13 lines, 640 words, and 3424 characters.
The average line consists of 49.23 words that themselves average 4.35 characters taking about 3 minutes, 45 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 6 lines, 370 words, and 1969 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 61.67 words that themselves average 4.32 characters taking about 5 minutes, 3 seconds.
Retchie said a total of 7 lines, 270 words, and 1455 characters.
Retchie's average line consists of 38.57 words that themselves average 4.39 characters taking about 2 minutes, 27 seconds.

23:53 < Gyro Feather> I'm tempted to make it happen :P

23:54 Retchie blushes and looks to the side. "R-retchies teacher said that griffons eat ponies because dieting on us makes their feathers shiny for finding mates~ i-is this true sir?"

23:58 Gyro Feather laughs down at the little pony asking him that and then curls his tail around her body. He offers her a little grin and then shrugs his shoulders. "Well...there is a spark that only magical creatures seem to bring ot ones feathers. And I do rather like mating."

23:59 Retchie blushes and didnt seem to act too much as he grabs her, she just tilted head and listened and asked. "S-so are ponies supposed to grow up just ti be food sir? :o " she blinks naively~

00:02 Gyro Feather giggles at teh question and then nods his head at her. "Yep, thats really all ponies are...even if we signed a treaty with equestria telling us not to prey upon them. And even if the rest of the ponies I've eaten seem to disagree with the premise." He then opens his beak before her snout, allowing her to stare down towards his quivering gullet

00:05 Retchie squeels and lays ears back, she stares into the gullet and began wimpering. "B-but retchie doesnt like this l-law! "

The filly being just one of the few who does not understand was the law was written to prevent wars between the griffons and the ponies, a deal griffons demanded so the ponies were wiped out but instead allowed em to be free and breed unless a griffons deems them as its next meal~

00:13 Gyro Feather laughs at the little filly and then curls a talon around her just a little more forcefully, eager to keep her from running off. "Well, you see...its just a submital to the natural order of things. I'm thinking about claiming you though. It'll be fun coughing up you as a pellet, and letting bits of you slide out in a brown lump from my tail hole."

00:15 Retchie lays ears back scared! The words so graphic to her little brain, the grip makimg her whine more as she cant move. "C-claiming??" She gulps, she didnt know they could also take them just as possessions too if they liked!

00:19 Gyro Feather couldnt really take possession of her, but he coudl gulp her down just as well. As if right on cue though, eh feels a lump in his throat and begins to cough. Soon enough, a white lump of feathers and bones from some sort of bird falls from hsi beak and splats down to teh ground before her. "You'll lok like that...except browner and bigger."

00:20 Retchie gasps and looks at it with wide eyes. "B-but! T-that doesnt look like myself at all!" She squeels and looks at him! She wiggles and kicks about.!

00:21 Retchie was intensely disturbed by the face she was just food~

00:32 Gyro Feather laughs at the litlte pony and tightens his grip around her. "Oh, but does that look like a bird either? Because that's what that used to be, before it melted away in my belly. I'd show you what's left but well...I think I shit out that pile already~" He teases, before bringing his beak down to plant a long slimy lick over one of her ears, tasting her.

00:38 Retchie squeeks as she was tightened in the grip! She shaked alot and looks at him, cute whines emit from her at the lick, she felt him taste her! "Nng.. nuu! D-dont taste retchie! I-i cant just turn into brown stuff! Icant just be food! I-i wanted to be an inventor! " she lets out~

00:39 Gyro Feather pushes his beak right down in front of her face and then opens it wide. Using his tongue, he angles her muzzle up so that its staring up the glistening pink tunnel that quivers with life and drips hot drool from it. The smelly liquid splatters upon her face, while his hot humid breath wafts down over her muzzle.