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"Gruuuu." Foxifly leaned over herself as her thick, fox-like tail wrapped around her body. She was trying to drink tea but found that a deep and unsettling discomfort had formed in her lower belly as her eggs were migrating from her womb to the chamber in her tail. She had hatched only a few months prior and was already in her adult form, but this was her first clutch as a Foxra drone.

The others at The Vore House didn't know or notice that she was feeling off because she knew that it wouldn't be best to cause a fuss or make a big deal out of it because so few knew or understood the sorts of things she had to go through in her many lives. Spike and Tritus and Vvilfred and all the others went about their lives, landscaping and working on potions and patrolling The Wilds for guests that could be potential preds or prey. Foxifly knew she had to maintain the status quo, so she did.

After a morning-long struggle with her own body, it was Ceylon who seemed to pick up on her discomfort the quickest, as Ceylon was a noted empath who possessed the ability to read others even before they could read themselves. She waited until it was just the two of them before saying anything.

"Everything alright?" Ceylon asked. "You've been grumbling and nursing that tea all day so far. That's not like you, usually, you drink your tea without hesitation!" She stood tall over Foxifly, the size of a large horse or small dragon while Foxifly was a rather petite biped.

Foxifly winced and smiled, buzzing gently to lighten the mood a bit. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just not handling this process as well as I'd hoped." She explained with both of her lower hands cradling her belly. "I don't get it, the first time is always the worst."

Ceylon slumped down on her hindquarters on the opposite side of the lunch table and put both of her talons on the flat top. "You know, we're spoken a bit about this in the past but you've never really gone into detail in all our conversations. The more I know, the more I can help. I do understand that you like your secrecy, but I think we can both agree that I'm trustworthy. Come on, let's walk and talk."

With a buzz and a smile, Foxifly nodded. "Yeah, I think you're right. Where are we going?"

"I was thinking we should go anywhere but here. The manor is filled with open ears and if you wish to discuss certain elements of your biology I figure it's best we not do so here." Ceylon turned and wrapped her tail tip around Foxifly's wrist and gave a tug to urge her forward. "I'd offer to let you ride me, but I'm pretty sure your discomfort is centralized in your loins so I doubt that'd help much."

Foxifly rubbed her lower belly and winced a bit as she felt that familiar lurch of eggs shifting about inside her. She smiled, knowing that Ceylon was one to keep her best interests at heart. "You're probably right. Not sure how easily I'll be able to walk, though. Movement might make things worse."

"You could fly. You have wings, don't you?" Ceylon suggested, spreading her own while glancing back over her shoulder with a beaky gape-grin.

This was true, so Foxifly unsealed her wings from the sheath on her back and flapped them a few times to air dry them before letting them lift her off the ground, hovering about a half meter up. She then leaned forward and caught up with Ceylon, where she remained levitating next to the gryphon as the two left the courtyard of the Vore House manor together.

Not another word was spoken before they crossed the gate and were beyond earshot of the drawbridge and the turrets that flanked it. Only then did Ceylon turn to her while they walked and insisted upon getting some answers. "Alright, so what's up? You're always chipper and bubbly and happy, but this morning you've been quiet and frankly a little dour. What's got you vexed?"

While still hovering next to Ceylon, she growled a bit at herself. "It's the eggs. I love them, but they are so uncomfortable the first time. Like, I think it's akin to breaking the hymen or losing one's virginity even though I've not partaken in such actions."

Ceylon took a moment to think about this, harkening back to the time the first Foxifly passed and this newer Foxifly took her place. She remembered that Foxifly was not her own entity but one of a collective of drones sent out into the world by Foxra - a massive kaiju that slept in the caverns beneath the Cradle of Dalon - and that each one lived five months to a year before passing and being replaced. As part insect, Foxifly lived a short but repetitious life and this iteration of Foxifly was only a few months old but just reaching sexual maturity. She had indulged this information with Ceylon, but few others knew of the controlling entity of Foxra.

"Is it like this every single time? How often have you been reborn anew, and have you found any solutions to minimize the discomfort? More importantly, do you know what's going on inside you for certain or is it just a theory?" Ceylon wanted to gather information before making any suggestions. She possessed quite powerful magics and was an adept healer who could alleviate pain, but since Foxifly was a drone and not the source of her own consciousness, Ceylon couldn't delve into her mind to suss out exactly where it hurt or what part of her was causing her discomfort, so she had to ask.

In response, Foxifly hovered around so she was levitating just in front of Ceylon with her belly conveniently at beak's height. She grabbed the gryphon's cheeks with her upper hands while her lower hands guided Ceylon's crest to her lower abdomen. "The eggs. They start in my belly. Can you feel them?" She closed her eyes and leaned in so that Ceylon's beak was pressed tight to her abdomen, crest rubbing gently over the orbs within.

Ceylon purred a bit in hopes of using her beak to massage Foxifly, which seemed to work.

She continued. "They start in my womb, but once they're ready to be laid, they pass through my oviduct into the base of my tail, which is also an abdomen of sorts. They will remain there for a bit, but they give me cramps and the actual passing of the egg through the passage between womb and tail is quite unpleasant. As I said, it's like being penetrated for the first time; breaking myself in and dilating the passage is not fun at first, but eventually gets more enjoyable over the course of each new clutch."

"So is there anything I can do to alleviate the pain. Would a spell help? Maybe some potion?"

"Perhaps. Mostly, I just want some help getting the eggs out. Once they've come to rest in my tail's abdomen, they can be extracted safely, but there's not a lot I can do about-" She doubled over and hovered away as she winced in pain, another deep lurch of an egg passing through her oviduct.

Ceylon leaned in and extended a talon to help, but stopped when she realized there wasn't much she could do without making it worse. With her front leg extended, she balled up a fist and returned to all fours. "We really should get you to someplace where I can help you get them out. Maybe even help with the pain deep inside you. Any idea how many eggs are produced each time?"

Foxifly hovered backwards while hoisting her limbs up into a cross-legged, meditative position buoyed by her wings. "It really depends. Usually about a dozen or so, sometimes as few as four, sometimes as many as twenty. Based on what I'm feeling, probably about ten this time. It's really hard to tell, though, since they start small in my body and expand as they absorb nutrients in my tail."

"Peculiar, but interesting. Yeah, I think I can help. Come on, we can hide in that castle, people don't tend to like going to that region very often." Ceylon pointed over the hills and past the swamp region to the border of the northern woods, where a dilapidated and half crumbled castle could be seen poking out over the swells of grassland and the zig-zagging pathway that led to it. The trip would take them the better part of an hour on foot, but mere minutes by wing. The castle itself was a brick for brick recreation of the Vore House Manor but had been deliberately destroyed for atmosphere. "Want to fly there? You seem to be able to do that with relative ease and I don't wanna be on foot all afternoon."

She nodded, then winced as she felt another lurch of discomfort slipping through her loins to deposit yet another egg in her tail that swiftly grew. "Y-yeah, let's get this over with."

With a bow of solidarity, Ceylon widened her wings and leapt to the sky, flapping with all the power she could muster before circling back and inviting Foxifly to grab onto her tail like before. The fox moth did as offered and the two of them were off into the skies far away from the rest of The Wilds.

Neither could speak much while in flight, for the wind was whipping past them and blowing antennae back in such a way that both were incapable of speaking or hearing, at least not at that speed. Below them on the ground they saw many Vore House attendees walking in groups up and down the pathways, exploring the Wilds in hopes of finding a predator or prey item to have fun with, and some even pointed up to Ceylon knowing that she was often a special attraction who bestowed her belly or womb upon lucky explorers.

However, Ceylon wasn't in the mood to be an attraction today. Instead, she was focused on her fox moth friend. Perhaps she'd offer herself as a predator later, but not this early in the day.

Before long, they landed in the courtyard of the busted up castle on the northern border of the grasslands, where Foxifly immediately stepped off to the side and stood tall with chin up and bottom fists resting on her hips. Her snout twitched and wrinkled in discomfort as another egg shifted through her, but she was clearly trying her best to not let it show that she was in pain.

"We're here now, Foxi." Ceylon assured her with a wing hug. "You can let it out, there's no need to feign power now." She knew this was cliché, but that didn't stop her from trying to comfort Foxifly.

But Foxifly raised one of her hand and nodded with a subtle smile. A deep buzzing came from her throat as her antennae twitched upon her head. "It's fine, it's fine. I do this every time I experience a rebirth. It's unpleasant, but it's only unpleasant the first time; every other time after this it's a lot of fun."

Ceylon flicked her ear, not sure how to take that. "Do clarify, would you?"

"Sure. As you know, this body is only a few months old, but I am ageless. My true form births new drones once a year or so, and while we're all connected by the same eternal consciousness, the bodies still go through a maturation phase as you or anyone else would. Insects have vastly different life cycles, though." She lowered herself to her feet and relaxed her wings, allowing them to fold up on her back. "So while my body is just reaching maturity again, my mind is adult and always is. However, that means I have to suffer through the woes of my 'first time' every year. Like I said, the first time is like losing one's virginity, but since I don't really do sex, the egg stuff is the closest equivalent and each subsequent time feels a bit better and more enjoyable."

Though Ceylon may have known all of that already, she hadn't really taken the time to put it all together in such a way. Since Foxifly was part insect and had passed every winter, she was reborn with a new body from the kaiju mother with the same memories and consciousness. It made sense, then, that the new bodies needed to mature and deal with the trials of time. Of course, Ceylon hadn't known Foxi long enough to have experienced this with her despite being friends for a bit longer than a year.

Mere months after their first meeting, Foxifly - the drone - had curled up and died while sleeping peacefully in her room while at the Vore House manor without telling most of the employees aside from Leera and Ceylon. There was mourning, there was a ceremony, and there was a burial of her lifeless body with all the ritual of a true funeral, but said funeral was crashed by Foxifly's new body making a joke out of the death of their friend. The old body was slate gray and black and yellow, where the new one - the one Ceylon was helping with her egg problem - was white and red and silver with a hint of blue and gold. Very different colour, but very much so the same loving fox moth drone.

When the other Vore House figured this out, they all had quite a laugh about it and they all had quite the party to celebrate her rebirth. She explained how her consciousness could be passed from one drone to another without loss of memory or knowledge, but outside of Leera and Ceylon, none knew of Foxra the kaiju mother. Most assumed that Foxifly was an insectoid collective like a colony of bees or ants and presumably were too shy or too worried about being seen as rude to delve deeper or ask too many questions about Foxi's life cycle.

Ceylon did know, however, and tried her best to help hide the truth from the others. It wasn't some grand conspiracy or matter of life and death, but they both felt that it was best to not give away all the secrets of Foxifly's life cycle to just anyone; having a little bit of mystery in their lives would be in the best interest of all involved. Also, knowing or not knowing had no effect on the lives of others.

"So I guess it's time to help you out then?" Ceylon offered as she rolled onto her side, then leaned against the wall of the castle with her belly exposed. "Come on, rest and relax. I'll help you out as best I can. I can't guarantee you'll be completely alleviated, but I am certain I will help." It was clear she was offering her belly and chest as a sofa for Foxifly to relax upon.

Despite still being in discomfort, Foxifly smiled and nodded. "You're such a cuddleslut." She joked while stepping over the gryphon's tail and crawling up onto her belly. When she turned and flopped onto her back with all limbs splayed out over Ceylon's furred abdomen, she almost instantly felt relief in her belly and base of her tail. Not having to keep her muscles tense to walk or hoist her tail up to keep it from dragging meant the muscles could relax and therefore exert less pressure on her oviduct. This quickly put her in a better mood and allowed her to nuzzle up into Ceylon like a bed.

The gryphoness purred while Foxifly buzzed happily, kneading at chest feathers and belly fur both. A passive bliss washed over them for a few moments until Foxifly felt that familiar lurch in her lower body as another egg passed into her tail. This made her clench and grunt, interrupting her pleased buzzing in such a way that Ceylon couldn't help but notice.

"You ready?" Ceylon asked as she wrapped both of her forelegs around Foxifly's body with her fingertips gently massaging at the fox moth's lower belly. Ceylon's digits were quite close to Foxifly's vulva and would have walked their way down to that region had she been into that sort of attention, but since Foxi wasn't the type to want sex, Ceylon respected her wishes and continued to massage her lower belly and inner thighs without ever touching her there.

Despite the clear intention to avoid such interaction, Foxifly still widened her stance and lifted up her thick tail while moving her body in sensual waves as if she were being sexually teased. "Can you feel them?" She asked while her lower hands wrapped around one of Ceylon's wrists and guided it down to the base of her tail. There, she could feel the eggs grinding against one another as they shifted in their secondary womb, bulges pressing out against the malleable flesh of her tail's passage.

Ceylon felt the warmth of her companion's vulva against the black flesh of her wrist, which was arousing for her even if she was trying to focus on the eggs. Foxifly may have been uninterested in sex, but Ceylon still enjoyed the sort of sensuality that came with it and loved using her fingers to pleasure others. Still, she did what she could to focus on the clutch inside her friend by cradling the base of the tail with one front talon and massaging it with the other. She could feel the rather large spheres moving against her touch and was shocked at how big they were. "These eggs, they're massive! Are you sure they fit in that tiny body of yours?"

Foxifly arched her back and tensed the muscles in the base of her tail while spreading her legs to better alleviate the pressure as another one shifted from her womb and through the oviduct into the base of her tail. "L-like I said, they grow. Quickly. They're the size of a chicken egg before passing through the oviduct, resting in the secondary womb, absorbing the fluid, and gaining their shell. It's there that they get really uncomfortable, as they're stretching the flesh there with little give. My body has not yet learned to adapt to that sort of thing."

"I see. Well, let's see what I can do." Ceylon said with a purr, her chest rumbling in delight while her talons danced on Foxifly's tail base. She focused some of her magic between them to knead a heal spell into the region of her partner's body that seemed to be bringing the most discomfort; this seemed to work, as Foxifly took in a deep breath and leaned back to arch her spine, pushing back down while her insect-like feet plucked and kneaded at Ceylon's inner thighs. She was enjoying the sensations.

"That's nice." She whispered, voice returning to a pleasant buzz once more. "It's like...like it's not my first time. How are you doing that?" She asked, antennae exploring Ceylon's beak and cheeks.

"Just a little magic, is all. A blend of curative spells and the slightest bit of transformation in there as well. Will help your body adapt instantly as the next egg passes through you. In the meantime, however, let's get what we can out of you, eh?" She started kneading downwards, away from the base of Foxi's tail to ease the eggs outward so that they may be massaged towards the tail maw at the end. Before long, She could feel the bulge of the first egg slipping through the tail's gullet to get belched up by the maw, gently deposited on the grass with the aid of a thick, two-toned, blue-fleshed tongue.

Foxifly's entire body shuddered in delight as she felt that first bout of relief escaping her back end. The maw split open as if it were panting, a deluge of thick and slimy fluid pouring out over its tongue to coat the gold-shelled egg next to Ceylon's tail. Foxifly buzzed and twitched as she caressed Ceylon's talon, encouraging the gryphon to keep with the massages that made their way up and down her tail's length; and there was a sensuality to her motions and the way she urged Ceylon to continue.

This intimate pleasure was not lost on Ceylon, as she wrapped her front legs tighter around Foxi to give her a squeeze from behind while also squeezing at her tail and milking the eggs out of her. She gave a series of passionate yet clinical tugs on her tail's length starting at the base and working their way towards the opened maw. "I take it this feels good, then?" She asked, lightly pecking and preening at the antennae that were exploring her cheeks.

"Mmhm." Foxifly answered with a subtle nod. "I don't know what you've done to me, but you have somehow managed to take me from my virginal state to, how do I put it, a more experienced late-life version of me. No pain, only pleasure. I mean, I know that's not me - not in the traditional sense - but I'd be lying if I said it didn't excite me to see what-" She paused mid-sentence as another one of the eggs loosened itself from the clutch at the base of her tail to slide through her tailmaw's gullet towards its open jaws. Her tail moved in waves as it squeezed and clenched, aiding in the passing of the egg in unison with what Ceylon was doing to her. Before long, a second egg popped out through the gullet to land directly on her tailmaw's tongue before being safely deposited on the ground.

Curious, Ceylon reached down and wrapped her fingers around the upper lip of the fox moth's jaws, wrenching it back around to see how things looked in there before helping to go to the next step with her. She was surprised to see that the gullet from the jaws went about one third down Foxi's tail's length before getting closed off in what could best be described as a sphincter or cervix serving as an entrance to the deeper two thirds. This cervix was connected to the walls by a thick membrane that appeared to also be filled and controlled by muscles that could squeeze or relax based on whether or not anything was meant to pass through that opening. "Interesting." She marvelled while still purring.

"What is?" Foxifly asked as she closed the tail's maw in an attempt to seal it off from Ceylon's prying eyes. There was an element of bashfulness to her defensive nature, as she wasn't sure if her friend's declaration was meant to be curious or judgmental. The intimacy in which she'd revealed her body was on par with a sexual exposure, so she felt vulnerable and wanted to be sure of her friend's intentions before opening herself again.

Ceylon was able to discern Foxifly's shyness, so she gave a hug and pulled the tail up to rest on the fox moth's belly with the maw upon her chest. "Your tail maw. It's fascinating and unlike anything I've seen before. It's a mouth with a throat and jaws, but it's also a womb and I think it's somewhat vaginal if I'm not mistaken. I can see spinnerets on either side where the upper and lower lips meet, I can feel soft gums but no teeth, and I can't tell if this is saliva or arousal." She raised her talons and played with some of the silken fluid to test its viscosity while holding it up to the light.

The jovial nature of Ceylon's inquiries and observations let Foxifly loosen up a bit, gradually letting her tail maw widen and reveal the two tones of blue inside. "It's a bit of everything, really. I guess when it all comes down to it, I am unique in this world; nothing else is quite like me, so it makes sense that my tail is unique as well." She cradled it and grunted lightly as the pleasant sensation of another egg passing into her tail gave her another burst of sensuality deep in her loins. "And I have to say, whatever you've done is working. No discomfort at all!"

"Glad to hear it. Do you mind if I explore a bit deeper?" Ceylon asked as she brought both hands up and used her fingers to widen the tail's jaws, exposing the throbbing walls of Foxifly's tail once more. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

"Okay, but only if you're gentle." Foxifly joked as she snuggled up into Ceylon's chest feathers. "What am I talking about? You're always gentle with me. Go ahead, I trust ya." Her loins and the muscles in her tail all relaxed, which in turn allowed the cervix that connected gullet to tail maw to dilate and reveal the golden eggs inside.

Ceylon was sure to remain purring to show that she was still concerned for Foxifly's comfort and safety first and foremost, but didn't hold back long before grabbing at the lower jaw with one hand and slipping her other hand down the tail's gullet. She was careful to not move too fast as her fingers explored the depths beyond the cervix. To her shock, the tightness wasn't confined to just a membrane but seemed to go almost one full third from where it opened to the second womb near the base.

All in all, one third of the tail's length was the jaw and open maw, one third was a tight, well-muscled bottleneck of flesh, and the final third near the base was a snug yet malleable womb which housed the eggs her body produced.

While she was caressing the silken, tender walls of Foxifly's tail, Ceylon smirked and chirped. "You know, feeling you like this is giving me all sorts of kinky ideas."

Foxifly snorted and rolled her eyes. "Why am I not surprised with you? You're a perv burd, and I wouldn't expect anything less of you." She looked like she was about to continue, but gulped and took in a long, deep breath as the tight passage between maw and uterus clenched tight like a snake before shifting the eggs around inside. In one fluid motion, her body had squeezed out one of the eggs directly into Ceylon's open and waiting palm while still held tight in the cervical passage.

Ceylon was incredibly delicate with the egg as she slowly pulled her hand out and let it slide out with her, cradled between her fingers and thumb. Once it was out, she placed it delicately between the other two that had been laid as a series of gooey strands of birthing fluid bridged from her knuckles to Foxifly's tail maw as it gulped and closed its jaws. "Well then, that was far more enjoyable for me than I bet it was for you." She said in a jovial tone. "I don't suppose we could do that again, could we?"

A moment's hesitation passed over Foxifly as she contemplated just what Ceylon was asking. It was clear that the gryphon was getting some form of sexual gratification from helping Foxifly out in her time of need, but given the great amount of pleasure and relaxation she herself was enjoying as well as the comfort she felt in the hands of her gryphon friend, she figured that she'd allow it. "Go ahead." She said with a warm buzz of a coo. "But be gentle, I'm not used to that sort of thing."

With a nod and a beaky grin, Ceylon absentmindedly preened at Foxifly's antennae while reaching down to once again slip her talon back into her friend's gaping tail maw while holding at the lower jaw with her other hand. She gave the tongue a bit of a caress before slipping her fingers back into the hole that led through that tight passage and into her second womb where the eggs remained. As she wiggled her digits and swished around her fingertips, she felt the subtle vibration that came from the grinding of eggshells further within.

Eager to feel that sensation once more, Ceylon pumped her fist deeper and deeper until she felt the cervical opening clenched around her elbow and the rest of the tight passage constricting her forearm. Her hand widened as it entered the womb, wrapping around the egg without quite squeezing. Her loins were moist and leaking arousal over her tail while her fingers danced between eggs in Foxifly's womb, forearm flexing and stimulating the tight passage of flesh between it and maw.

"C-careful there, you're getting a little rough, Cey." Foxifly cautioned as he tail contracted and squeezed from base to lips. That constriction forced one of the eggs to slip into Ceylon's palm and push the gryphon's hand out of her with a powerful lurch followed by not only a second egg but a messy gush of lubricant. With an audible squelch followed by the guttural bellow of her passage dilating and constricting once more in Ceylon's absence, Foxifly pulled her tail tip away from the gryphon's grasp and rolled over so that she was on her belly looking Ceylon in the eyes.

Naturally, Ceylon was confused. "Wh-what's this?" She asked as she tried to discern Foxifly's intentions. As the two shared a gaze, Ceylon could feel the warmth of Foxifly's inner fluids trickling over her plump, equine lips to soak her from clit to rump and past the base of her tail. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, but I'd like to know the plan so that I don-"

She was cut off mid-sentence as Foxifly curled her tail around like the sting of a wasp, tail maw jaws opening so wide that they had begun to flex backwards over themselves. The tail's cervix pushed out and gave Ceylon's lips a kiss before the gums of the maw clamped down and a series of snake-like needlepoint teeth stabbed into her groin flesh, holding the tail in place. Almost immediately, the flesh of Foxifly's tail pushed out and wormed its way so that the cervix was buried deep inside the gryphon's muff, walls pressed to walls and teeth clamped down in a love bite.

This shocked Ceylon, but she found that the stab of the many tiny teeth was more of a tingle than a puncture in much the same way the barbs of a feline cock or tongue would tickle. The pleasure of having part of Foxifly's tail inside her was fulfilling and intense but was nothing compared to the happiness she felt that her friend was willing to so casually engage such an act with her. Ceylon had long since fantasized about this sort of thing but had long since come to accept that Foxifly wasn't interested and thus had respect her friend's decision. This was shocking, but not unpleasant.

She was about to say something when Foxifly leaned in and grabbed the lip of her beak to give a passionate yet cute peck on the crest, a kiss to silence her. At the same time, a lurch was felt coursing through her tail and into Ceylon's depths, dilating her opening and filling her. As her lips were parted with ease, the first of many eggs was forced into her, slipping deep into her vaginal canal with the aid of the fox moth's viscous natural lubricant and the squeeze of her constricting tail muscles.

There was an unfamiliar tingle that came with the implantation of the eggs that seemed to be caused by the penetration of the many tiny teeth that had punctured her skin around her pussy lips. This was fine for her, as it made her loins hypersensitive and it kept her keenly aware of every bulge of every egg that was slowly pumped into her.

Foxifly was mammalian in behaviour and demeanour, but this was her insect side coming out. She needed a place to put her eggs and the passion of the moment let her indulge that need with an eager and indulgent ally that was as likely to enjoy it as she. The sensation of having her bug parts out and penetrating into Ceylon was not sexual to her in spite of the fact that she was literally injecting eggs into the gryphon's pussy; no, this was just fun. Intimate in an invasive way, but not sexual.

Ceylon did know and understand this, for she could see the playful deviance in Foxifly's subtly shimmering compound eyes, but that didn't keep her from shivering in delight at the pressure she felt deep inside. Foxifly's tail maw had clamped down hard on her loins, forming a seal around her vulva and rump hole while the lengthy tongue slid into her depths from above to help guide the fleshy proboscis into her followed by the sliding mass of eggs, one at a time.

The cervix didn't plunge too deep, but it did remain firm enough to stay in place even as Ceylon began to pant and clench her pelvic walls. The seal that had formed by the teeth biting down on her loins was sputtering and spewing bits of their combined fluids as she pumped and squeezed, eagerly thrusting her tail's length to push harder and harder against Ceylon's plump vulva. Once the seal was secured and the penetration fully complete, the eggs started to flow.

One after another, they were squeezed through the proboscis and into Ceylon's depths with a pop, each one accompanied by a gush of fluids meant to fill the chamber with them. The act was swift and efficient, depositing six eggs, one right after another, deep into the gryphon's birth canal. It was clear that with most they would have been forced directly into the womb, but Ceylon was far larger than the average partner that Foxifly may have deposited her eggs inside, and therefore, said eggs were deposited between the end of the ovipositor and Ceylon's own cervix.

Though the insertion didn't last long, it was quite pleasant for both of them. That was why, when Foxifly peeled the maw's lips off Ceylon's flesh, she remained smiling up at the gryphon, her own eyes staring into Ceylon's. They shared a moment with Ceylon giving her a hug as the fleshy tube that was the ovipositor pulled out of her with a flood of fluid soaking the ground between them.

"Thanks for that." Foxifly buzzed at him. "You really helped me out here. I feel a lot better now that I no longer have a clutch resting heavy in my tail, but I would hate for the eggs to go to waste out in the cold. Do you mind if we find a nice, warm place for them?" She crawled around so that her tail was up in Ceylon's face and her head was down by the gryphon's groin, all five of the other eggs on the ground in front of her and coated in her natural slime. As she moved, her tail maw closed back up and sealed itself while expelling the last of her lubricants as an afterglow-like pleasure surged through her.

Ceylon remained silenced, as she was dumbfounded by what had transpired. Six eggs had been pumped into her and were now grinding against one another in what could be best described as a subtle vibration that reverberated within her depths, a sensation that made her loins tense in delight. She was in a certain kind of heaven and was happy to let Foxifly do whatever she wanted to her since it was rare to see her in such a mood and this was not something she expected to happen again any time soon.

Still, Foxifly remained eager and a little on the jittery side as her body moved in jerky motions, crawling all over Ceylon. She used her perch leaning over the gryphon's to reach out and grab the first of the eggs and rub it up and down Ceylon's pussy, smearing the lubricant all over and gently parting her lips before quickly shoving it in, plunging the egg so deep that she submerged her own hand past the elbow before having it reach the rest of the clutch inside. While this happened, both of the hands on her other side grabbed the second egg and pushed it in as well while all three of her hands kneaded and pried at the vulva to expose the cherry red inside.

All the while, Ceylon was nuzzling and prodding at the moist lips of Foxifly's tail maw, prying at the jaws and forcing them open before eventually slipping her talon back inside. Unlike before, the 'tight' passage in the middle was now loosened up and no longer squeezing tight, so she did her best to wriggle her digits in order to better force herself back in past the elbow. This time, she as able to expand all of her fingers inside Foxifly's second womb to tease and caress the uterine walls and even slip a single finger into the oviduct that connected the two wombs.

There were certainly no more eggs inside the fox moth.

Foxifly was acting fervently, alternating between pushing one of her four fists into Ceylon's depths to better pack the eggs in while grabbing at a new one and rubbing it up and down before slipping it in next to the others. Back and forth she alternated, gradually pulling Ceylon's lips apart to gape the gryph from vulva to the clutch inside her, at least until the final egg was forced inside, making a full eleven. Nearly a dozen were now resting and grinding inside the gryphon, shifting slightly with each and every twitch of her pelvic muscles.

Once that last golden egg was deposited inside Ceylon, Foxifly let go of all four corners of her opening at once to let the gape collapse with an audible slap followed by the spurt of fluids seeping out through the slit. She collected some of it and rubbed it into the flesh before pulling her tail down away from Ceylon's grasp, which in turn yanked its length off the gryphon's forearm and snapped shut. She was still in quite the energetic mood and decided now was the best time to turn back around and scuttle up Ceylon's body to give her one last peck on the beak.

"We should do this again, sometime." She said as all four of her hands came up to wrap around Ceylon's beak, shutting it in the process. "But for now, just give me a hug and let's share the glow."