Stats

The RP has a total of 14 lines, 701 words, and 4001 characters.
The average line consists of 50.07 words that themselves average 4.71 characters taking about 4 minutes, 21 seconds.
Gyro Feather said a total of 7 lines, 320 words, and 1825 characters.
Gyro Feather's average line consists of 45.71 words that themselves average 4.7 characters taking about 4 minutes, 16 seconds.
Jetlag said a total of 7 lines, 381 words, and 2176 characters.
Jetlag's average line consists of 54.43 words that themselves average 4.71 characters taking about 4 minutes, 25 seconds.

00:03 GyroFeather wiggles it in front of Jetlag's most interested characters face

00:03 < Jetlag> Gyro, friend...

00:03 < Jetlag> That, is a griffon booty.

00:04 < Jetlag> I don't have a character that **isn't** interested.

00:05 < Jetlag> Except maybe Nightingale and Rosemary, the former cause "emotion other than rage is for the weak." and the latter because "Sex? Is that something you cook?"

00:05 < GyroFeather> :p

00:06 < GyroFeather> I said *most interested*

00:07 Jetlag firmly snogs that booty!*

00:09 GyroFeather squawks the instant he feels her against him, and curls a tail to drape it over her neck. Gyro grinds back, pushing the faintly musky fabric against her.

00:11 Jetlag turns her head with a whispered "yesssssss" as she grinds her cheek in against the firm, covered rump.

00:14 GyroFeather shivers as her movements shift the silky fabric against his sensitive anal ring, letting out a heavy breath. The gryphon reaches back and pulls at the edge of the fabric revealing more of the blue furred rump.

00:17 Jetlag Noses and nuzzles all around the smooth, soft lingerie, following the curves of those cheeks up and down, unabashedly nuzzling at what's hidden beneath the pink (?) fabric; a ring, a mound, and a pair of nestled orbs... then proceeds to the other covered cheek.

00:21 GyroFeather breathes deep and deliberately with each stroke of that soft muzzle, while her warm humid breath flows through the fabric. The bird can feel his sheath begin to thicken while his pucker twitches in excitement. He allows himself to collapse forward, arching his rump at a better angle for her to attend to his needs while a soft rumbling resounds from his chest.

00:27 Jetlag Takes in another breath of that musky scent as she cranes her neck, nuzzling down where the garment gives to blue coat, working directly over the feathered behind, and placing her lips upon it. The faint, wet pull of the tender little kiss pulls away before she returns to resting her head at the valley of that rump.* Ooooh yes... very much, ten out of ten.

00:31 GyroFeather 's tail swishes back and forth, brushing against her back while his wings flutter underneath her advances. As she returns to her resting posture, the bird thrusts back against her muzzle, grinding gently. 'You know... There's more fun beneath the pink~'

00:36 Jetlag Smirks a little with a nod, which only continues to grind her cheek under that flexile tail. "Oh I'm quite aware of that, my nose doesn't lie...but Gyro old friend, what If I wanted you to leave them on? You look so ravishing afterall wearing this. Brings out your curves..." Her hooves come up to rub along either side of the griffon's flanks with a soft sigh. "Such lovely, curvy hips."*

00:41 GyroFeather can feel the tightness of the fabric growing as she continues to tease at him, and indeed if she were to look between his legs, she'd see the needy throbbing bulge of his shaft, fully erect, with a damp spot from his dribbling tip. He's panting hard as he rolls his head forward and stares up at her from between his hinds. "But... If I keep them on... You can't really... Enjoy me, can you?"_

00:47 Jetlag Flits her ears, noting the change in thedirection of the voice, stepping back and peering down between those taut legs. Of course, along with the upside down face of the catbird, she also sees the twitching mass, the fabric spotting... and can only grin. "Oooh I'm sure I can~" She whispers as she lays herself down, so she can more easily nuzzle up at the confined shapes of the griffon's jewels, before adding some

00:47 < Jetlag> 'spotting' of her own, saliva meshing into the panties as she draws her tongue across them.*

00:53 GyroFeather finds himself going weak kneed under this next round of advances, nearly giving out and collapsing on top of her as the tongue darts over the fabric shifting it against the sensitive flesh. Down here, beneath his legs, the musk is even thicker, filling up her senses. 'You're such ahhhhhhh--a tease, " he half complains around a lustful moan. She had him wrapped around her hoof.

00:59 Jetlag Snickers softly as she lets her wings unfurl, bringing in the dextrous flight feathers as she gives another slow drag o tongue, enough force in this one to imprint the fabric, and the underlying package. "A tease am I?Youre the one with the sexy looks and strong scent Gyro..." Her feathers brush in and around each edge of that pink garment, sliding and fluttering for that first purchase beneath them. "And hiding away your desires as they make a mess of this outfit? For shame..."A hoof reaches forawrd, placing the soft underside against that pink holding that throbbing member, applying the lightest pressure.*

01:01 < GyroFeather> (maybe she can continue this later ~ but I gotta zzz