Stats

The RP has a total of 3 lines, 739 words, and 4031 characters.
The average line consists of 246.33 words that themselves average 4.45 characters taking about 10 minutes, 0 seconds.
Serilde said a total of 2 lines, 433 words, and 2337 characters.
Serilde's average line consists of 216.5 words that themselves average 4.4 characters taking about 10 minutes, 0 seconds.
Trig Silver said a total of 1 line, 306 words, and 1694 characters.
Trig Silver's average line consists of 306.0 words that themselves average 4.54 characters taking about 10 minutes, 0 seconds.

18:32 < Trig Silver> Who knows?

18:32 < Trig Silver> The restaurant idea seems nice. Has the implication of it happening regularly, and her just being an unfortunate one of many~

18:32 < Trig Silver> Nothing more than a meal to her predator and the ponies he's paying~

18:41 Serilde awakes feeling groggy in the darkness, and as she begins to move, she feels herself resting on something hot that squishes beneath her feathers and belly fur, soaking up into her body. All around her she feels the thick air of steam rising up from whatever she's resting on, and the heavy smell of vegitables all around her figure. At that point, the gryphon becomes aware of her bindings, holding her claws behind her back, her wings down, and her hind legs back out behind her. THe formel tries to make a sound, but something hard in her beak only gives way slightly, as her beak tears divets in its flesh, while meanwhile a hard object is wedged up her butt. Her crop feels heavy and bulging, as does her stomach, though she doesnt remember eating any time recently...she's not even sure what she remembers. What was going on?

18:51 Trig Silver rubs his hooves eagerly in his private booth. He paid good bits for this thanksgiving dinner, and by Celestia he's going to enjoy it! He can smell more than hear the platter coming, covered in a sturdy, silvery dome that parts the curtains to his booth beautifully. The pony carrying it follows after, before setting it down upon his table. "You're sure that you have nopony else to share this meal with?" the waiter asks. Trig nods insistently. Somewhere in the background, the sounds of a couple 'enjoying' the meal between them could be heard, the soft moans of pleasure evidence enough of how well-spent these bits were.
Make no mistake about it, in this restaurant, vore is inherently sexual, and the booths are nice and secretive for the privacy of those growing intimate on this lovely autumn evening~ Trig is here alone, however, though not from lack of trying. His belly gurgles quietly with the remains of his last date, most of her gone by now other than a few chyme-soaked bones and feathers in his belly.
When that cover finally lifts off to reveal his delicious meal, he gasps and claps his hooves excitedly! "Wow! You didn't tell me my meal would be such a hottie~" he says, the waiter looking away politely as the pegasus gets visibly 'excited' by his meal~ She's facing him, and can see the lust and hunger in his eyes, but he soon spins her around to peer under that tail, and he just about drools at what he sees. He bites the greenage off of the carrot and gently pushes it deeper with his hoof. The waiter says, "If there is anything else we can get for you, just let us know," and promptly turns around and leaves before the pegasus can get too involved with his meal.

19:01 Serilde is big enough that she took two waiters to lift up onto the stallion's table, even if the other maintained a silent presence. When the platter comes off, the formel is dazzled by the intrusion of the lights into her previously darkened room, and her eyes are dilated and out of focus. As everything slowly returns to her view, Trig has plenty of time to observe the powerful bird before him, one that looked more fitting of the meal of a dragon than a pony. Even laying down as she is, she's as tall as him, and so when standing up, likely reaches a height that's more than double his own height. The rest of her body is equally proportioned to match, save for her chest and belly, which look extra laden with food, no doubt the mixuture of turkeys and stuffing promised in the menu. On a seperate platter is a well of gravy, mashed potatoes, and a bunch of blanched vegitables, for the pony to dress her as he sees fit.

Her eyes finally slide into focus and the sounds no longer blast in her ears just in time for her to resolve his face for only a moment before she's spun around. What madness is this? She wonders, as her ears try an dmake sense of things. Did that other pony say...meal? Couldnt be, this had to be some sort of joke. Then, she's left whirled around towards the booth wall, unable to see what he's doing, but she tenses whent hat carrot presses a little deeper, an dmakes a noise of protest around her apple. Her tail, the only thing free, lashes in the air, and swipes at the hoof.

19:09 < Serilde> Doing alright this evening

19:09 < Serilde> (err... I'm dumb >.<

19:13 < Serilde> (But still, boop trig!