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Kaiju Naga Hybrid

"You know, none of this makes sense." Foxifly warned as she nervously fiddled with all four of her hands, antennae twitching. "Not that I don't trust you, but what you're saying really doesn't line up with what I understand about rebirthing, unbirthing, or any of our potions. Should I get Anax? Cero?"

She and Ceylon were hiding out where the forest met the mountains in The Vore House Wilds, early in the day before the gates opened and the clients were allowed to flood in. The plan was to try something new, to make Foxifly a better predator for her week as an attraction within The Wilds. Ceylon's plan, however, was not something she was convinced would work since it involved somehow turning her into a naga temporarily despite neither she nor Ceylon being serpentine in form.

What she didn't know was that there was more to Ceylon than the gryphoness told most people.

"Trust me, Foxi! Have I ever let you down?" She assured, then continued. "Wait, don't answer that, I'll answer for you. No. No I have not. Not as far as I know, anyway. Whatever. Just go with it; I know I don't look like a naga, and that's because I'm not a naga. I am not a gryphon, either. I'll pause to let that soak in. Alright, now that you've got that out of your system, I'm about to blow your mind! I'm actually a chimera thanks to my ability to use transformation magic. Born a gryphon, sure, but I was also born genderless and that changes as I matured, too."

Foxifly's antennae twitched as the fox-moth hybrid struggled to take it all in at once. "That still doesn't explain to me how in the world you plan on taking this body and turning it into a naga. I figure Leera, Cero, or Anax would be better for that, wouldn't they?"

Ceylon shrugged and leaned into Foxifly in a playful manner. "Sure, if you want it done wrong! Cero and Anax are quite adept at what they do but they're not masters of transformation magic. Leera's capable of such high level spells and alterations, but it's not her forte. You've known me for years now and I shift in gender, shape, size, and species at will, transformation is my thing. I morph. It's what I do. I can transfer that magic into your body, and since this form of yours is just a drone extension, I don't feel too bad about what might happen if I mess up."

"Excuse me?" She interjected, halting her forward hover to nervously roll her four hands.

"I'm not going to mess up. It was a joke. I'm being facetious." Ceylon chirped at her, still walking forward. "Come on, don't be so dramatic. It'll be fun, I promise. Well, fun for me for sure, fun for you as well, I hope. Can't guarantee it if you get claustrophobic."

She huffed and buzzed her wings a bit harder and louder to catch up with Ceylon. "I'm not claustrophobic, that'd be a very poor trait to have in a place like this, but I'm more worried about size. You're...that size and you're planning on having me grow to the size of Leera? How's that gonna work?"

"It'll work. I know what I'm doing." Ceylon assured, rolling her eyes. As far as she was concerned, Foxifly was being oddly pedantic on this day rather than the usually adventurous and excitable girl she usually was. The gryphoness hated being assertive but felt it necessary this time.

It appeared that Foxifly's concerns were less dire and more about curiosity. "I don't mean that I don't trust you, I really do. I've never seen you mess up on any of your spells, enchantments, or rebirth morphs, but at the same time what you plan on doing seems, I dunno, the math isn't checking out." She held all four of her arms up to make a box with her fingers and thumbs. "You're that size, and Leera's a much, much larger size. I'm going for Leera size." She widened her hands to show expansion.

"I'm aware. Just go with it. Come on, we're here." Ceylon declared as they sidled up next to a small, rocky cave that jutted out of the ground. "Nothing special, but this cave leads to the hive in the mountains that I've been carving out; if Leera has taught me anything it's that naga greatly prefer to be coiled up tight inside a tunnel or a cave, so if you get that urge we'll be here."

"Thank you." She said in a dull tone. "I still wanna know how this is going to work. I like plans, I like knowing what's going to happen. I'm not keen on surprises, for the most part."

Ceylon nodded and pressed her beak to the small of Foxifly's back. "I know that. I respect that, I understand that. But I think in this case I'm gonna have to ask you to believe me. Best to go with the flow, I feel. So come on, let's do this." She sidestepped from behind Foxifly and leapt in front of her, tail and haunches up with her chest to the ground and wings spread in a pose that was best described as 'female feline in heat'. Her plump pussy lips were soaked and puffy, her equine clit winking and spurting bits of her natural fluids onto the dirt beneath them.

This was where Foxifly started to warm to Ceylon's enthusiasm and assurances. Foxifly was about the size of an average human, about 180cm tall not including her ears or antenna, while Ceylon was a quadruped gryphon the size of a very large horse, shoulders at about 220cm and head higher than that. There was plenty of size difference between them so Foxifly had no doubts the first half of the spellcasting process would work, it was the second half that concerned her.

Leera, the naga which she was said to be emulating, was a full twenty metres long and one meter thick at her widest, making her considerably larger than Ceylon. How the gryphoness was going to take Foxifly in her and give birth to a beast big enough to use a whole tree as a sex toy was where the logic failed as far as Foxifly was concerned. On the other wing, she had a bunch of theories as to how it could work, but every time she started probing Ceylon's mind for answers she got shut down.

"Alright." She huffed while buzzing her wings and clicking her antennae. "I trust you, but if I emerge the size of a royal python or worm or something, I'm killing this body and sending my prime kaiju body after you. Got it?" She tried to put on a mean face but failed miserably.

Ceylon just wagged her haunches and winked her equine clit. "Sure, whatever you say. Just make this happen and let's turn you into a snake moth." She widened her stance and bent her hind legs so that her pussy was at Foxi's face height - standing face height, not hovering face height; she would be needing the leverage to complete the first half of the ritual.

She knew what she had to do, and while she could get some help from Ceylon she understood that she needed to do most of the work in the first half so that the gryphoness could hoard the energy for the second half of the ritual. Yet, despite knowing what came next, she wasn't entirely sure how to proceed so she relaxed her wings, halted her hover, and walked over to Ceylon's drooling and hungry pussy lips and prepared to commence with the plan.

Part of her wanted to jokingly run and dive just to see how Ceylon reacted, but once she got in close to those plump lips of her gryphon companion's undercarriage, the scent washed over her and she couldn't help but blush as her compound eyes lost focus and allowed her to bask in the aroma. She wasn't ashamed of how turned on she was, but she had a reputation to uphold so she shook herself out of her trance and brought both of her upper hands to each of Ceylon's rump cheeks while her lower hands cradled each of the gryphon's thighs while she leaned in and slowly extended her tongue.

Ceylon was visibly quivering in excitement, her plump pussy lips twitching and shaking back and forth while a thick, slimy strand of her pink fluids dribbled out over her clit and onto Foxifly's breast mounds, soaking the fur and moth fuzz there. "I'm primed and ready, Foxi, if you want the most out of your trip, I recommend doing your thing now." She finished by winking both her eye and clit.

Foxifly eased her tongue out - which was not just a tongue but also a proboscis that could suck up fluids and nectar - a full thirty centimetres so that the opening at the tip plucked, sucked, and tugged on Ceylon's clit as another bead of the gryphon's juices trickled out and onto her tongue. The flavour was intense but also sweet, like a strawberry kiwi flavoured lube, so she adjusted her tongue to suck up as much of it as she could. Then, once she realized she needed that lubricant to enter, she slid the entire length of her tongue back into Ceylon so that her lips were touching the gryphon's and deposited the fluids as deep as they could go.

To her delight, Ceylon's walls were both snug but tender and stretched with ease around her tongue and muzzle. That spelled good fortune for the first step of the ritual. A large part of her wanted more than anything else to lick and nuzzle and be affectionate - she wasn't all that sexual but had a soft spot for Ceylon's soft spots - but she knew she needed to take action so she did.

The fox moth brought all four of her hands up to Ceylon's rather large, plump, and pouty pussy lips, one on each corner to pry the gryphon's vulva as wide as they would go. As expected, Ceylon's lips distended and stretched with ease, the black flesh of the outside fading to the bright cherry pink of her insides that collapsed just a half dozen centimetres in. all in all, Ceylon's pussy looked snug and comfortable, the walls tender and immensely flexible thanks to the gryphon's natural elasticity and transformative magics. She was ready, so Foxifly didn't hesitate in making her next move.

Just as she was about to press her snout into Ceylon's opening between the pillows of flesh that pressed in from either side, Ceylon pushed back and arched her spine to literally sit on her! Foxifly kept all four of her hands on the four corners of the gryphon's vulva as her pussy smothered and enveloped her, face first!

She nuzzled in, probing deep with her tongue while wiggling and maintaining what pressure she could on Ceylon's vulva, ensuring that her body from head to shoulders and everything else only made contact with the bright red pillows on the inside. At least, that was until Ceylon's body descended far enough that it was wrapped entirely around Foxifly's midsection and thus was farther down than her arms could resist.

The gryphon's lips sealed around Foxifly's midsection as the soft walls of pussy flesh squeezed tight around her, everything in Ceylon's loins pinning her limbs to her side. All four of her arms, her wings, and even her antennae were forced flush against Foxi's sides and the back of her head as she was made to be streamlined and easier to swallow. They both wanted this.

So she continued to squirm and push against the dirt while Ceylon waggled and eased her way down over her, ebony pussy lips swallowing up the fox-moth a bit at a time, inching towards her waist until only her legs, wing tips, and thorax tail were sticking out.

Then, in a sudden heave, Ceylon flopped to the ground and flipped onto her back, legs in the air with Foxifly shifting and twisting inside while still facing down. The gryphon's prehensile tail wrapped around the hybrid between her legs and tail thorax before eagerly stuffing her in with all its might!

Foxifly felt all of this, she registered the pressure and the tangle between her limbs, but she was focused more on what was going on inside! Ceylon's flesh was so stretchy, so tender, so malleable, and so very, very wet and hot. She could move freely around inside, shifting her weight and pressing out with her hands to caress Ceylon's walls, pleasuring her partner with each motion while also coaxing the gryphon-mare to clench around her midsection, essentially swallowing her!

Shockingly enough, it felt to Foxifly like Ceylon lacked a cervix. There was a slightly tighter ring of muscle inside the gryphon's canal, but not what she expected. The texture changed past that point, so she assumed she had been slowly gulped down into the gryphon's womb quite suddenly and quickly, something she was happy to have felt happen.

Then, all at once, Ceylon's vulva sealed up, her muscles clenched in a wave inward, and Foxifly was carried along until she was curled up in a fetal position with that ring of muscle sealing up once her tail slid past it, which was confirmation to her that the gryphon's cervix was simply dilated to allow her past. Now, she was inside Ceylon's womb, warm and comfortable as she floated among a bath of that strawberry-kiwi flavoured fluid and the soft flesh that entombed her.

As she relaxed, something strange came over her. She was comfortable, sure, but a warmth permeated her form that nearly put her to sleep while inside her gryphon companion. She remained curled up, but as a dreamlike state washed over her she felt like her whole body was being stretched, elongated and twisted. Of course, her semi-lucid state made her feel like it was all a dream, some ethereal trick of the mind instilled by Ceylon's various magic and spells.

She wasn't wrong, but she wasn't entirely right, either. The sensations were very literal, in that her legs and tail maw were melting into one and being stretched out into the body of a snake - one covered in fur and fuzz instead of scales. Her entire body was being shifted and twisted and stretched and changed as the fluids sloshed her about. She couldn't see it, but a teal glow pulsated within Ceylon, the magic doing its work and transforming her bit by bit until she took the form of a hybrid naga.

Of course, she had no clue what was happening thanks to the serenity that was instilled upon her by the gryphon's womb and the magic that swirled around. Everything felt like a dream to her, even the sensations she felt caressing every patch of fur and every joint of her body felt more like the wisp of a feather brushing over her than the churning flesh percolating the fluids in between her every part.

In fact, she lost most of the days in her semi-lucid state within Ceylon. What felt to her like minutes and days in equal measure actually took place over the course of about ten hours. She had no way of knowing that, though; when she was woken from her womb-induced slumber it felt like she'd only been asleep for minutes but the dreams she experienced within seemed to last for days or even weeks! Time passed through her in an odd way, so when she finally regained consciousness she both felt like she'd lost months of her life and somehow was refreshed like her drone body had been reborn!

Ceylon had been walking around with a heavy belly thanks to Foxifly's body, even after the fox-moth's form had morphed itself into a more snake-like shape. Many hours later - all of which the gryphon spent next to the cave - Ceylon felt her water break, thus indicating it was time for Foxifly to be reborn and that the transformation magic had done its work.

Problem was, the bulge in Ceylon's belly hadn't grown at all. She stayed the same size, but her unbirth bump hadn't swelled any more than when Foxifly went in! She wasn't worried, though.

The gryphoness once again laid on her belly, tail up and hind legs hoisting her haunches up in the air in the same position she was in before. Only this time, she widened her stance even more so that her belly was on the ground as the secreted fluids oozed out of her.

Inside Ceylon, Foxifly woke from her slumber as the liquid that had kept her floating in the womb drained out, leaving her body to press out against just flesh while air was sucked in from outside. Ceylon's birth canal had naturally dilated, allowing the afternoon sun to stream in and illuminate Foxi.

She couldn't quite see, though. Sure, there was light inexplicably streaming in through Ceylon's pussy and even gaping cervix, but Foxi's eyes were gummed up and she couldn't make anything out.

Sensing no other option, she followed her instincts and pushed out to the source of the light, burrowing her muzzle through Ceylon's cervix only to be shocked by how tight the gryphon's birth canal suddenly felt! She noted that, while in Ceylon's womb, she felt like there was room to spare and air pockets between her and the flesh that entombed her, and yet the moment she pressed her head through the cervix en route to being reborn, suddenly the birth canal around her got inexplicably tight!

Instinct continued to guide her as she kept her eyes closed and flexed while slithering out in tightly controlled pulsations. The feeling reminded her of the same sensation she felt when being hatched from the chrysalis in her kaiju hive, it was the same sensation she got when first being exposed to air as her exoskeleton formed and hardened. When inside, she was mush, nothing but soft and vulnerable like a pupae, but as she emerged from the pod her wings expanded and hardened, her fur drying quickly and her limbs forming.

This was that exact same sensation, only she was emerging from a gryphon's birth canal and she was slithering out like a snake!

Nothing seemed different at first. As she felt the coolness of the air tickling her nose, she took in her first new breath and noticed that her nose was, for some reason, not as sensitive as before. She ignored this, feeling it may have been a part of the rebirthing process. After that, she continued to push through as Ceylon's black vulva dilated and distended to let her through. Only, the more she wiggled out, the tighter it felt around her body, like she was trying to slip through a tube three sizes too small for her body.

Before long, she felt her shoulders and upper arms pop out from Ceylon's vulva, so she happily stretched them out and felt her body once again form into her usual shape before pressing out against Ceylon's thighs to gain leverage. Once she felt her wings and lower arms pop out after a sequence of short muscle contractions and waves to reverse-squeeze herself out, she blinked until her eyes were cleared of the rebirthing fluid, and that was when she looked back to see something strange.

Ceylon looked so small compared to her! The little gryphon was laying on her belly as Foxifly's new naga form slithered and flexed her way out, only the girth of Foxi's body was as thick, if not thicker than Ceylon's waist! Such massive discrepancy between them, and yet less than a third of Foxi's body had emerged! This encouraged a joke within her about a 'cunt of holding', as Ceylon liked to occasionally refer to herself, but such a thing wasn't possible. Was it?

Possible or not, that's what it felt like. And as she flexed her snake-like form one belly scale at a time, the imagery that came to mind was that of Leera shedding her skin by carefully and precisely flexing and releasing in tightly controlled waves as Ceylon's flesh rolled out and dilated in her absence.

Only then, once Foxifly likened herself to Leera, did she think to feel her own muzzle and get another pleasant surprise. She had a snake snout! Perfect for booping! She flicked her tongue to see how that worked and came to instantly realize why her sniffing prior wasn't working. She had a snake tongue, one that tasted the air, giving her similar reception to her fox nose but in her maw. Very odd.

But very interesting! A new body! A new set of senses! Everything was exciting again!

She still had no idea what was going on with Ceylon, so she tried to focus on the tight birth canal from whence she came and was able to formulate a theory, one she would be sure to confirm with Ceylon once it was all done!

Inside, she was the same size as she was when she was unbirthed, her body the size of a python and just as thick. However, Ceylon's magic did its work on her in the passage between cervix and vulva to funnel all her growth transformation magic into her through that very sensual, very direct flesh on flesh contact. As a result, she was expanding from python to naga girth as she passed through the gryphon's birth canal, which was why she felt so tight on the way out but not in Ceylon's womb!

Very unique, very interesting, and definitely something she would have to ask about once she was completely reborn.

Upon internalizing her theory about how this was working, she tugged and squirmed and slithered her way out of Ceylon, watching closely as the gryphon's black vulva distended wide and struggled to contain Foxifly's naga-thick girth. She seemed to be struggling, so Foxifly was quick, eventually tugging her tail end out in one quick lurch followed by a pop thanks to the fact that her tail maw - or abdomen, depending on perception - was the last thing to be converted and emerge.

The instant the last of Foxis's fluffy tail maw burst out of the gryphon's folds, Ceylon collapsed in place and clawed her way over to Foxifly's coils, flopping down and coming to rest on them. She looked beat, completely exhausted and spent. So much of her magic went into Foxifly's naga transformation, and so much more went into giving birth to a rapidly expanding snake body!

Foxifly felt it was best to let the gryphon rest amidst her coils as her birth canal restored itself.

This gave her a moment to examine her own body, starting at her nose and working her way all the way past her every body part and ending on that tail maw-thorax at the end.

She still had her orange antennae, which picked up subtle vibrations in the air. She kept four arms like her own natural form. She had a thick, fluffy moth mane around her neck, but the rest of her was pretty much exclusively snake, with two tones of gray scales lining her body from torso all the way down to the base of her tail with a few white stripes could be seen, the gray of the scales fading to white until it finally reached her tail. Over top of her cloaca, then starting just beyond it on the under side, her fuzzy moth parts expanded to where her tail maw remained mostly intact, its wide lips ready to swallow from that end.

Upon gaping her tail maw and peeling back the ventral scale of her cloaca, she saw her insides remained the same mottled gray as they were in her drone body.

She had questions, but Ceylon had already fallen asleep amidst her coils so she simply patted the gryphon on the back and came to rest her own torso on her friend's body.

It was only then that she realized Ceylon was right; she really, really wanted to slither her way into the cave and find a nice dank place to spend the rest of the day. And the night. And the rest of the season. Being a snake was hard, it seemed!

She'd have to talk to Leera about it. That naga would know how to help others.