Stats

The RP has a total of 23 lines, 1011 words, and 5546 characters.
The average line consists of 43.96 words that themselves average 4.49 characters taking about 8 minutes, 27 seconds.
Gyro Tech said a total of 11 lines, 510 words, and 2732 characters.
Gyro Tech's average line consists of 46.36 words that themselves average 4.36 characters taking about 6 minutes, 34 seconds.
Inky said a total of 12 lines, 501 words, and 2814 characters.
Inky's average line consists of 41.75 words that themselves average 4.62 characters taking about 10 minutes, 0 seconds.

16:16 Inky inserts her tab A into GyroTech's slot B

16:17 GyroTech relaxes in her bite, letting the mare drink all she wanted from his new slot B's

16:20 Inky slowly pushes GyroTech over, carefully letting his neck down so that they were lying on the bed together, She pulls him close and sips very slowly at the bite, trying to take as long as possible. Most of the time she just lays there here with her fangs dug in, not actually drinking.

16:26 GyroTech acks loudly as he's shoved over, the pressure on his neck neck bordering on painful as he's let down. Gyro wiggles a little closer to her in her grasp with a grin on his face, still fully lucid despite the drinking. "I...uhhh are you actually drinking there Inky? I'm like getting a tingling that you are, but not the usual rush..." He observes, but doesn't seem upset to be lacking it.

16:29 Inky hmms, making her fangs vibrate in GyroTech's neck. "Kine of," she says without pulling away. The bat pony takes another little sip and gives the unicorn a squeeze with her legs.

16:33 GyroTech purrs slightly as the mare takes another slow sip. "Well...it feels nice, like a steady trickle instead of a full force rush..." He rolls slightly in her grasp, fishing a hoof back to tickle at her wings.

16:49 Inky grins and teases at the bit of neck in her mouth with her tongue, holding off from sipping again and letting the taste from last time linger and mix with GyroTech's own taste. She wiggles her top wing, rubbing it against the tickling hoof before unfolding it and draping it over the unicorn.

17:19 GyroTech pulls the wing all the way aroudn him,reveling in the soft feel of the velvety membrane that cacooned him. He traces over the thin bones that make it up with a hoof, purring as she licks at her fur.

17:34 Inky murrs, vibrating her fangs as she takes another sip of the stallion's life-giving fluid. She flexes her wing bones, shifting and stretching the soft membrane between them as she presses back against the rubbing hoof.

04:44 GyroTech sighs contently as the feelings continue to trickle through him, rubbing up against her wing. "You know Inky, I think we found that happy medium where it feels nice, but I dont go all woozy on you and stuff."

04:58 Inky would nod, but she's currently attached to GyroTech's neck. She settles for a grunt of affirmation instead, and drapes her hindleg over GyroTech as well. "Wiff I couf talk though," she says, her tongue pressing up against GyroTech's neck as she tries to speak.

05:11 GyroTech leans back into her and shrugs, content to just lay there in her warm embrace, letting the mare feed. "You sound like you can talk well enough. At least...I can understand you anyways and that sall that matters doesnt it?" Gyro reaches down and tickles at her exposed leg.

05:21 Inky grimaces. "Yaahh, buh ihh harf," she mumbles, taking another sip of the stallion's blood. She mmmmms, then eeps at the tickles on her leg. The bat pony squeaks and squeezes at GyroTech with her leg and wing, her hoof brushing against his sheath.

05:30 GyroTech gives a small shudder as the hoof brushes up against his sheath, to which the unicorn responds to pressing his body out against her hoof, and wiggling his hips to make her rub it. "Well as long as you can talk its fine. Im sure you'll get better in stuff. You feed often enough to practice."

05:49 Inky grins as she feels GyroTech thrusting against her hoof, and she wiggles it around to help him out. "Hey! I hoo noht," she protests.

05:58 GyroTech rolls his eyes and shrugs his shoulders with a laugh. "Hey, I'm not saying thats a bad thing only that--a little further up would be great--that you do. Just enjoy it... I sure am." His soft member was just begining to poke out from his furry covering under her rubbing.

06:02 Inky rolls her eyes and takes another draft from the stallion's neck. She shifts her hindleg up, feeling a familiar pulsing tip under her hoof, and rubs against it. "Yoo gohha oo me layer," she says as she rubs at the stallion's hardening shaft.

06:11 GyroTech twitches his ear at her as she rubs against him more vigorously, slowly bringing his length to bare. His ears swivel to at her words as if to catch them, and while he knew full well what she was asking he syas, "I can't understand y ou. You gotta speak a little clearer."

06:17 Inky sighs in frustration and tries again. "You gohta to me layer," she says carefully. Her hoof strokes up and down the stallion's length as it extends out under her touch. "In... return," she painstakingly enunciates.

06:21 GyroTech shudders agains the mare as it reaches its full lenght. The feelings running through him were greatly increased by the pleasure of his bloody gift. He gasps as her hoof runs over his flared head before reponding, "You want a layer of what now?"

06:25 Inky scowls and chomps down on the unicorn's neck, sinking her fangs in deeper than necessary. Without the haze clouding GyroTech's mind, it's fairly painful. She's pretty sure that he's just playing with her now, and to retaliate she gives his member one last stroke and then pulls her hoof away, dangling it just above the tip.

06:29 GyroTech yelps loudly as the teeth sink in much more than he's used to. He tries to pull away from the bite, but with her fangs hooked in it only make shtings worse. He stares at her hoof longlingly as it pulls away and protests , "But, but, but I'm already letting you feed...Isn't that payment enough?"

06:45 Inky loosens her bite and starts trying to say something, before giving up at the muffled speech and pulling her fangs out. "I feed on you, it feels good. I get you off, you get me off," she says simply. Then she baps his nose with a forehoof. "Also, are you saying I have to /do/ stuff for you for you to want to pleasure me, otherwise you won't? I thought you liked me more than that!"