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Time for a break. Fidget needed some time off only a few months after starting her new business as a postal service that specialized in exotic and magic-based goods. Mostly potions. She knew that it would be lucrative, but she had no idea how much her services would be in demand. Lots of people liked potions, but many were too remote to come get them from the sellers in town or were too shy to pick up the more intimate blends in person. So, after she set up a website where she'd collect anything and deliver it anywhere - even where traditional postal services didn't dare reach - she was inundated with a volume of business she wasn't ready to handle.

Almost all of her work involved potion delivery, but some of it also included shipping delicate relics and enchanted items as gifts to remote villages or hermits in the mountains. As a hybrid of bunny and deer, she had the nimble nature to dart through the underbrush quickly while also having the endurance to keep at a brisk pace for the majority of the day. And she did all her deliveries by hand, which meant she had a satchel or pack to contend with, as well.

The work was hard, it drained her, and it often kept her busy from dawn to dusk since there was always someone who wanted or needed her services. It was a good gig, but after only a few months she already needed to take a break and replenish her energy. In that five months, she was able to make enough money that she got herself a nice small home at the edge of town. She wanted to be able to get to the potion-selling shops she often worked with but didn't want the hustle and bustle of city living. She ended up with a lovely little cottage-style cabin nestled up against the southern edge of the Vast Emerald Wood, with a property that went just beyond the treeline.

She loved it. It was a perfect home for her. Not too big, plenty of underground space - both her deer and bunny halves loved the den-like comfort that came from a basement room - and a lovely but rather petite pool all surrounded by vegetable and flower gardens. It was all quite zen, which was what she needed. Up to that point she'd worked herself raw waking up first in the morning, checking her orders, going into town to pick up the goods, and then delivering them to a dozen different homes usually on the outskirts of town or beyond.

A vehicle took her from her home to the shops, then from her shops to the edge of town, but from there half of her job involved getting out and trail-walking or going off the beaten path to get to her destination. She had a solid mapping device and a phone that could track her as well, so she never got lost. Still, it was a lot of work and she was on her feet - hooves - at least half of her twelve-hour plus day. And keep in mind twelve hours in Klyneth was more than half the 20-hour day (And hours are about 50% longer on Dalon, so this is equal to an 18-hour day).

This, every day for five months. It was maddening, but she loved it. It was a lot of work and it'd kill most who did what she did, but she loved it. 'Do something you love, and you'll never work a day in your life' is not even remotely true, but it helps. Doing something you love for work means you're not miserable, but it's still work. So she forced herself to take a week off. That five months was coloured by her chipper, positive attitude and her inability to say no. All new opportunities excited her, which was a mentality she never lost, she just gained some perspective.

One of the best things about her job was the variety of fun folks she got to meet. Since she dealt almost exclusively with peculiarly enchanted items and potions, her clientele were regularly the most interesting people she could imagine. Her very first client was a bear fellow way out in the cottonwood - an enclosed area west of Klyneth - that protected the region. He actually got a collection of various potions from The Vore House of Klyneth and asked to try a few out while she was there. Just in case something went wrong and he needed to be taken back to Cottonwood Crescent (The nearby village).

He ended up the size of a small cat, and then ended up inside her. As in, he crawled up into her womb and curled up for the night. It actually messed up the following day's deliveries, but she was new and just getting her footing so she didn't mind too much. The following morning she gave rebirth to him and was on her way, having acquired a new fetish.

Turns out, she really liked having things inside her. A cock was nice, for sure, but the more the merrier and the deeper it was the better it felt. The potions she experimented with basically made her body adapt to whatever she needed it to, which meant that no fantasies were off the table. What started as a simple delivery service resulted in her being as interested in using the products as she was shipping them. Before long, she'd been introduced to a world of possibility, both kinky and practical.

For most of her life she was pretty vanilla, all things considered. You know, the basics. Vaginal only, preferably staying within her race to ensure nobody split her in half, vibrators and toys only when she had no other options. Honestly kind of boring but it kept her satisfied. The bunny part of her required frequent pleasure while the doe half was satisfied with less than a minute at a time. She was vanilla, but with practice she could completely get off in the time it took her to warm up a burrito. Not just surface-level orgasms, either. She was pretty sensitive. She'd do this a dozen times a day or more!

All that changed when she got into the potions business. She actually had a degree in alchemy from the Academy of Science and Magic, having been taught by Ilorek himself. She graduated but quickly learned that the world of academia was not for her. She was smart enough to be able to do it but that sort of mental toll was too much. It wasn't the job for her. Her family and friends were shocked when she turned down an internship in the labs there, but they were pretty respectful in the end.

Fidget was by no means a genius, but she was smart. Smart enough to graduate from an elite program but not top of her class. She was capable but lacked the desire to do that the rest of her life. So, while she learned a lot about the potions industry and the alchemy behind it, she wasn't interested in brewing them herself. She didn't want to be far from them, though. Her time working with Ilorek and Cero and Anax had opened her mind to the possibilities of what potions could do to make her life more interesting. Then, when The Vore House opened she realized just how much potential there was.

So she started using. Potions. Not drugs. There was a huge difference between the two although their effects were similar. Both forms of pharmaceuticals. Drugs were effective, but often altered one's body chemistry. One could develop resistances to drugs, requiring more and more in time. But they were relatively cheap and easy to manufacutre. Anyone could get a stiffy pill or antibiotics, but they weren't perfect and had downsides.

Potions, on the other hand, were far harder to create and manufacture and had few to no side effects except for those who's bodies rejected them. They were better, but as a result they were far more expensive. They also only had shelf-lives of up to a year, while chemical drugs could last decades if stored correctly. Mostly, enchanting the potions and not messing up the perfect blend of energies within them was incredibly difficult. Plus, the ademane needed to create the potions in the first place was limited and therefore in high demand.

All people had ademane in their system, the substance responsible for magic. All people had at least some magical potential. Not everyone had great amounts of potential and fewer were capable of utilizing it, but it was there. Ademane could be extracted from some plants and even found in crystal or gel form in the wild, but the purity was inconsistent or the potentcy was weak. That's why powerful mages often donated ademane like they would blood. It was an interesting and lucrative business, one Fidget needed to observe from the sidelines.

See, she had a lot of magic potential, but very little ademane in her system. She never learned to cast spells or manipulate energy, but she was very receptive to potion effects. So, while a 'durable flesh' potion might be mildly effective on a normal person, it made her nearly invincible. A growth potion might make the average person gain a half meter or something, she could grow to the size of a tree. Stamina potions might give the average person a few hours, it could last her days.

So, while she lacked innate abilities, she had infinitely more potential, which was triggered by the use of potions. The perfect blend of this meant that she was a perfect test subject for small volumes of potion in the lab where she was supposed to work. The blend of intellectual curiosity and her natural potency put her in a perfect position to try it all.

These factors worked together to make her a perfect candidate for her job. She studied alchemy in school, she had a strong relationship with the lab techs she shared a classroom with and would have been her coworkers had she pursued that career path, and her body was naturally responsive to potions. She didn't want to focus on the academic part of that industry, but she didn't want to be far from it and quickly developed a taste for only the best potions.

Which was why she worked closely with NoThEn Labs, the Vore House, and The Potion Guild: Klyneth Chapter. Those were the three most prolific and reliable potion makers. And her taste mixed with her body's response to the potions meant that she went from a vanilla gal to someone who would do just about anything as long as there was a potion for it. Even the weird stuff. Very little was out of range, and a lot of the most outlandish stuff started with that first experience with unbirthing and rebirthing that cute bear in the Cottonwood.

Her life of adventurous exploration was in its first act, but that didn't mean she had to keep going. After five months of trying anything with anyone who would ask, she needed to take a week to catch up. Her body may have been very receptive to potions, but she still needed to feed her body the energy needed to do the things it did. She still needed to eat a bunch and take supplements after.

And none of that stopped her from going on walks. She was supposed to be vacationing, relaxing at home and not hiking out to the far reaches of the forest, but she couldn't help herself. She loved the walks. She loved nature. She loved meeting people. She did wish she had a pet or something to take with her, but her job kept her away from home for too long and she couldn't bring herself to do that to anyone. It wasn't right to keep pets at home with nobody there to give them attention.

Every morning she'd wake up at the crack of dawn, mostly out of habit, and go for a nice long walk that could take her hours. There was this trail she walked that took her from her home and into the Vast Emerald Wood to the north through the bike trails, then do a sort of side path that wasn't paved but was well worn from many people walking it. This path took her near the cliffs overlooking the southern shore of Great Sapphire Lake, a view she couldn't help but stop and enjoy every time.

This trek was a long one, but since she wasn't carrying anything on her person and could handle the endurance either way, it was pretty simple. Only, on this day, she was met with something she didn't expect. This day, which started normally, ended with her in a compromising situation.

Fidget's ear flicked as a fly landed on it. The morning sunlight lanced in through her window and onto her chest, warming her. She was laying on top of her red velvet sheets, limbs splayed out and tongue lolled out. It was a warm day, and all of her fur was matted and bent out of shape. The thick mane around her neck was an absolute mess, but she didn't care. Once she rolled over onto her belly, her tiny wings stretched out and she did her best to adjust the feathers. She was a mess, but that wasn't a problem. It was dawn, of course she was a mess.

She rolled out of bed and onto her hooves, kneading them into the carpet as her stumpy bunny tail wagged on her sheets. With a yawn and a stretch, she got up and bent over, legs straight and hands around her ankles. Her wings extended and her ears splayed out, tensing up every muscle in her body for a full minute as she let her body adapt. This was a good way to start the day, the last thing she needed was poor posture or stiff muscles.

Once she was done, she stood back up and twisted herself from side to side, then eventually made her way to the bathroom. There, she ran a brush through her fur, adjusted her feathers, and put everything in place. With a thumbs-up to herself in the mirror, she smiled and exposed her broken canine fang, huffing a laugh before making her way to the kitchen.

Her home was a single story. No second floor, but a basement that was twice as big as ground level. The main floor had her bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen/dining room combo as well as a mudroom out front and a greenhouse-styled room leading to the back yard. The basement had her rec room, living room, kink room, a larger bathroom, and a bar. She didn't drink, but the few amenities there made it so that she could host guests and make simple dishes like nachos and stuff.

In the kitchen, she made herself a quick cup of tea with a tiny bit of potion mixed in instead of milk. The potion was a very basic blend, one she took every morning that basically functioned as a low-level body modification that basically made it so that her bowels remained clean all day. As an herbivore she was not known to be messy, but the potion basically made sure that she was ready for anything, should an opportunity arise. It also adjusted her body's malleability. Also in case she ended up with an opportunity she couldn't pass up.

It was a pretty gross thing to think about, but the more she adapted and the better she got at keeping a routine with it, the easier it made her life. This way she could do anal any time without worries about the less savoury aspects of it. She was up for anything but that didn't mean she actually liked everything and she knew her partners weren't either.

She smiled while sipping her tea and looking out the front window, still fully nude. Her hoof tapped on the ground all the while, as she was preparing herself for another wonderful day. Once she was done, she rinsed her cup out, gave it a very basic clean, and placed it on a rack.

Back in her room, she slipped into some tight fitting running shorts and a sporty tank top. If she was going to be hiking and jogging most of the day, she wasn't going to be messing around with much else. She wasn't the most busty gal out there, but she still needed a sports bra to press her chest tight to better maintain her posture. On an unrelated note, she also chose to go without any panties. The tight-fitting running shorts were enough. It did mean that some people could see her mound through the fabric, but she made a conscious effort to go as far north as she could; if she saw anyone at all this early in the morning that far away from town, she'd be surprised.

Of course she was still a creature of habit. The moment she pulled those shorts up and the seam split her between the lips and pressed to her clit she got that familiar feeling coursing through her loins. At this point it was a tradition, so she squatted down next to her bed, pulled the leg of the shorts up past her thigh and to the side to expose herself, then slipped a pair of fingers between her lips. Despite just waking up, she was gloriously messy in all the right ways, her pussy soaked and slick inside and out.

Her fingers were often enough, but that didn't mean she wasn't fond of doing all she could to really start her day off well. Her dresser was right next to her bed; in the top drawer was a vibrating, silicone egg. Not just any egg, either, a pretty big one. It was about the size of her fist with a cord out the end connected to a controller with a few buttons on it that could control the frequency and intensity of the vibrations.

Fidget loved eggs. For some reason, bunnies were associated with eggs in the region even though they were not egg-layers. It was some springtime tradition, associating the traditionally prolific species with those that would lay dozens of eggs at a time. The history didn't matter, what mattered was that Fidget was a fan of eggplay; in fact, it was the kinkiest thing she was into prior to expanding her horizons with the potion play that defined much of her adult life.

The silicone egg had a subtle film on it from the prior night's activities. It wasn't gross or anything, but it still had a bit of dried lube on it that got plenty slick the moment she touched the egg. Since her loins were moist as could be, and she was able to collect a bit of it between her fingers, it was no effort at all to smear that arousal on the egg before bringing it to her lips. The lubrication on it meant she nearly fumbled and dropped it, but she caught it before it hit the ground.

While still in a squatting position, she started grinding the egg against her plump lips, the shell texture pleasuring her and stimulating her in a subtle way that kept her on the verge of climax without actually finishing her up.

She knew she wasn't going to be here long, so she grunted and pushed down, her depths collapsing so that her cervix descended and kissed the crown of the egg without escaping her. A good push meant her pussy was only a few centimetres deep, but it also meant that there were no bends or twists in her passage, meaning her lips practically expanded to wrap around the egg.

With that, she felt the girth of the egg lurch into her, pressed tight to her cervix and stretching her out from inside. Her lips sealed beyond it, leaving only the power cord to the controller dangling out of her, while her pelvic muscles clenched to swallow it as deep as it would go.

Months of practice meant that she was able to use the strength of her loins to push that egg deep, so deep that when she went to slip her fingers back into herself she couldn't even feel the berth of its blunt end. Her pussy was stretched long and wide, a comfortable, cozy, and snug place to keep the egg. Eager to continue, she took in a few breaths and grabbed the controller, turning the vibration onto its lowest settings; she could feel it but it was more like a hum than a vibration.

Once she was ready, she tensed up her loins to hold the egg in place while grunting and pushing down, squeezing it from both ends while slowly turning the dial to increase the intensity of the vibrations. It shifted ever so subtly deep in her passage, barely moving but grinding in a way that felt like every twitch of her muscles was another full-bodied thrust,

All the while she remained perched precariously on her hooves; she had immaculate balance, but as the intensity and frequency of the egg increased, her breaths grew increasingly ragged and she struggled more and more with staying up. She used her free hand to grab the lip of her dresser while her other hand to mess around with the dials and switches on the vibe's controller. Once the settings swapped from a steady grind to a throbbing pulsation, she couldn't help but cry out in delight, dropping the controller and covering her mouth to keep herself from making too much noise.

As the egg continued to assault her flesh from within, she found her thighs twitching and her knees threatening to give out. Her entire lower body was heaving in waves alongside every built-up throb and pulsation of the vibrations. Once she got control of the chattering whimpers that bubbled up in the back of her throat, she slid her hand down past her chest and between her legs, rubbing her lips up and down before eventually coming to rest with two fingers cradling her clit.

Rather than rub or grind, she just pressed down like she was holding a button. The added pressure not only passed through her body to press the internal flesh of her clit - the most sensitive part of her inner workings - against the crest of the egg. This not only gave her a subtle bit of friction pleasure but also ensured that the resonant vibrations of the egg lanced through every bit of her erogenous tissue, making her anterior wall swell and her depths to fill with fluid.

The pressure and the heat of the friction and the sensation of being filled was enough to make her lose her balance and fall on her chest with a wail of pleasure, twangs of energy coursing up her spine and through her midsection. The continued vibraton rocked her flesh, making every muscle in her legs and belly twitch uncontrollably, her spine bucking instinctively and her tail wagging excitedly. Her breaths grew ragged and into a series of whimpers as she bit down on the rug with both her broken and chipped fangs, chin on the ground and chest pressed to the carpet while her rump remained aimed up and her legs spread to alleviate the pressure on her insides.

If she brought her knees in, it'd just accentuate the girth of the egg inside her. So that's exactly what she did. She slowly let her hand drop from her clit, grabbed the controller, gradually lowered all the settings so that it was off, and then pulled her pants back over so that they were positioned normally with the cord hanging out and down the pant leg by her inner thigh. She had to do some adjustment so that the cord couldn't be seen - the running shorts were the furred equivalent of skintight - and slipped it around the crease where her thigh met her hip, leaving it to dangle out the top, where she slipped it into her pocket. Only then did she bring her legs in and stumble as she stood up.

Her head was light with the post-orgasm bliss that coursed through her, leaving her dizzy for a moment before catching herself and shaking it off. The egg was still inside her but it was so deep that she barely felt it. She could feel the pressure, but given her experience with bigger partners and her lifelong obsession with eggplay, her depths were adjusted so she barely noticed it. No different than other things that might get left inside once a month.

Once she had her composure, she wiggled her fingers, grabbed her hoof behind her rump to stretch, and was ready to go. There was no reason to clean up the gooey mess from her orgasm; She loved the sticky sweet sensation of it, especially with blended with just a hint of groin sweat. There was something exceptionally arousing about basking in one's own aura, especially when it moistened her shorts and was unable to escape. Being omnisexual meant there were not many things she didn't find at least a little bit arousing. The smell of her natural fluids and sweat was pretty high on the list.

She grabbed her phone and wireless ear buds - a pair specifically designed for bunny ears - and headed out. It was time to go. Her morning ritual was complete, now she just had to make the most of her day. And what a day it was going to be.

Outside, she didn't even bother locking her door. She was so far away from town and she had no real reason to be worried about anything like that. As a home where only a bedroom, kitchen, dining room, and mudroom/greenhouse could be seen on the main floor, she didn't have anything worth stealing. That, and burglary wasn't really a common issue in the area. Not that it didn't happen, but it was early and it was rare. Even if someone wanted to rob her, they wouldn't do it at dawn.

If a criminal was that motivated, they would be able to get gainful employment. Klyneth was pretty progressive and there were ways to work with the system.

She opened up her phone, scrolled through her playlist, and put it on random. Much to a lot of people's surprise, she was more into sub-genres of metal than the dance and EDM that most people assumed she'd like. Not that she was against the synthetic pop genres, but she loved something with a bit more heft. A bit more aggression. Sure, she often looked bubbly and typical on the outside - the vanilla lifestyle up to that point didn't help with that image - but inside she was hardcore.

Some of that came from her athletic lifestyle. Fidget had a really well-toned body and she got that from running and jogging all day, a slammin' metal track was far more fun to run to than something she'd hear in a club. Both had similarly throbbing beats, but she knew what she liked. And of those metal sub-genres, she liked progressive and symphonic style. You know, the kinds of heavy metal that you could actually understand the lyrics and had a violin or keyboard rocking out as hard as the drums.

This kept her on high energy for the entire duration of her trip, which was one heck of a long walk. Even lightly jogging she was looking at a three to five hour trek.

The first leg of her path was pretty boring. She had to make her way through the edge of suburbia to get to the entrance of the bike trail. She probably could just leave out her back yard and go from there, but she was trying to avoid roughing it and there were no trails there. It wouldn't kill her to jog down the sidewalk for a few minutes. Along the way she saw a mother walking her pet dragon, who was flutter-walking with her.

Of course, Fidget had to ask if the dragon was friendly. It was, so she knelt down and gave it a pet before moving on. More mothers and fit fathers jogging nice and early, all doing their own routes around suburbia. Boring, but that's fine. Once she reached the entrance to the Vast Emerald Wood, she cranked the tunes and picked up the pace, eager to really have some fun.

The path was gorgeous, as always. There weren't many clouds in the sky, but the Vast Emerald Wood was particularly dense , ensuring that little sunlight made it to the ground unimpeded. A lot of the trees had moss and vines growing all over them, which was why it got the moniker of the Vast Emerald Wood. It was not only the largest forest in the world, but almost all of it was a bright and vibrant emerald green dotted with flowers of all colours. The leaves were green, the ferns were green, the mosses were green, and the vines were green, giving it a distinct look and feel.

It also meant that it was humid as her crotch. Just muggy all the way from the southern border of the forest to the cliffs at the northern edge. She ran up and down hills, over bridges, through a valley, over rivers, and followed creeks all the way north. There were a few camps and parks dotted along the way, but aside from a few folks who were still sleeping in tents, she didn't see much activity.

The morning buzz of bugs and the chirp of birds was so intense that she could hear it through her headphones. Then again, she didn't have the noise-cancellation turned on. With ears as big as hers, some of the outside noise was going to be heard. So she kept the mode on that made it so that the ambient noise could be heard, that way if someone biked past her and rang a bell or called out for her, she could respond accordingly. It wasn't something that happened often but when it did, it made her heart jump up into her throat.

Like every other morning walk, things were quite nice! No incidents, very little in terms of having to deal with other people, and plenty of wildlife in the trees and basking on the trail and chirping at her. It was exactly what she planned on, until she found herself distracted by the view overlooking the cliffs to gaze out upon Great Sapphire Lake.

The region was quite distinct and historically significant. Klyneth, Cottonwood Crescent, The Vast Emerald Wood, Great Sapphire Lake, and the mountain range known as the 'Cradle of Dalon' were all easily identified. The cradle of Dalon was the world's tallest mountain range, said to be where civilization began and where the gods of olde-tyme religion lived. To the east of it, connected directly to the edge of that mountain range was Great Sapphire Lake. The plateau atop the Cradle of Dalon dropped off vertically, making some think that the rest of that mountain range literally fell into Great Sapphire Lake. This was also why the lake was so deep, its shores so steep.

Both The Cradle of Dalon and Great Sapphire Lake were surrounded entirely by the Vast Emerald Wood; one couldn't access either of them without going through the Vast Emerald Wood. Connected to the southwest edge of the Cradle of Dalon was the crater-shaped mountain range holding Cottonwood Crescent, which also housed the Cottonwood - a distinctly white and crystalline forest - which was part of the Vast Emerald Wood. On the South east edge of the Vast Emerald Wood was Klyneth, the largest and oldest city in the world.

There was a reason this was such a hub for activity. It was where history was said to have begun, it has the tallest mountain, the deepest lake, and the largest forest as well as the highest population and the most unique geography.

She loved it there.

So, after a couple hours of quick jogging north from her home in the suburbs, following the paved bike path through the forest, she emerged atop a cliff overlooking the southern shores of Great Sapphire Lake. The water was crystalline blue, dark as azure, but clear as the sky. It was a gorgeous lake and one of the only places nearly untouched by pollution. There were camps lining its shores and dotting the pathways that snaked through the surrounding woods, but the local government was aggressive about keeping the place clean. Which was nice.

Though she didn't want to stop, Fidget seriously considered taking a moment to sit on a bench overlooking the cliff. She knew if she got off her feet she might not have the mojo to get back up and finish her walk, yet the humidity was sapping a lot of energy out of her and she was seriously considering it. That was until she saw something interesting happening on one of the branches draped over the edge of the cliff.

It was a tiny gryphon, no larger than a house cat and marked with black and white stripes and spots. It was the same coloration and pattern as Ceylon, the biped CEO of NoThEn Labs - one of the companies she delivered potions for - and it looked like it was warding off an attack from a dark brown and cream coloured snake, about the size of a small python or boa. The snake was coiled around the base of the tree branch, anchoring itself and striking at the gryphon while the gryphon hissed and batted it away. The snake's colours looked familiar but she couldn't quite fit it.

The empathetic part of her wanted to intervene, to save the gryphon from the snake. However, the logical side of her - the part of her that knew better - opted to stay out of it. The circle of life was very real and feral gryphons were just as likely to prey on snakes as snakes were to prey on them. It was none of her business, and neither were endangered so she had no stake in the battle. Plus, they both looked like they were exactly the right balance of sizes, either one could be the predator or prey.

Still, she couldn't help but stare. She was transfixed by the fight. In a sort of morbid way. She kind of wanted to see who won, even if the outcome would not be something she enjoyed either way.

As she leaned against the back of the bench, both the snake and the gryphon stopped their fight and turned to look at her. The gryphon's expression shifted from aggressive to interest, and the snake went from hissing with intense eyes to dilated pupils and a flicking tongue of curiosity. The snake remained anchored by the tail as it extended itself down toward Fidget. Then, as she reached out to see if it was going to strike, the gryphon leapt onto the snake and pranced down its spine like it was a branch. Strangely, neither of them seemed to mind the other.

"Huh. That's odd. You friends or something?" She asked, not actually expecting an answer. And while she was alone, she still felt foolish for asking. What a silly thing to ask. Of course they weren't friends, yet they were not fighting anymore and seemed to be working together to reach out.

Fidget was by no means some flower child or environmentalist. She loved animals, she loved the environment, and she loved affection, but she wasn't one of those people who thought she was special or that the laws of the jungle didn't apply to her. She knew if she got too close, she was probably gonna get stricken by a snake or chomped by a gryphon beak. So she was very slow and very deliberate in her movement as she got closer.

And yet, when she extended her hand to the snake's head where the gryphon was delicately balancing, she was shocked that the gryphon actually leapt off the snake and onto her outstretched hand! She didn't expect that and still sort of expected some sort of aggression, but she was shocked to see that no such thing happened. Not only did the gryphon dart up her arm and come to sit on her opposite shoulder, but the snake stretched out by getting out of its zig-zag formation and anchored itself around her wrist before letting go of the branch and wrapping around her arm. There, it slithered up her arm and flopped a few coils around her neck, draped over her shoulder and anchored around her bicep.

She just blinked, heart racing and chest heaving. Despite having jogged or ran he last two hours or so, it was only now that her pulse was so intense that her loins throbbed and she was reminded of the egg inside her. "Well, okay then! So what's going on now? Are you two gonna fight on me or something? If so, then I guess there's nothing I can do." Unsure how to continue, she gently stepped around the bench and sat down, relaxing upon the back rest with her arms out to give the two creatures some support and stability.

To her surprise, the gryphon just hopped off her shoulder and landed on her lap, playfully clawing her thighs while hopping from leg to leg. At the same time, the snake extended so that half its body was on the left shoulder and the other half was on the right. It was then, as she glanced from one side to the other to get a good look at the snake that she realized who their patterns reminded her of. It was Leera! The owner and operator of The Vore House! Well, her non-display colours.

Leera Ssevarine was a rather massive naga, easily 20 meters long or more, and she was a star attraction at The Vore House. While working there or putting on shows, she had a distinct green, yellow, blue, and red coloration, all bold primary colours that really made her stand out. That was just for marketing, though. She used potions of her own to change her colours from her more muted, natural colours. When not working, she had the exact same creamy yellow belly, the chocolate or chestnut brown scales, and the golden brown patches and swirls around her.

What irony that she's come across to cute little creatures that resembled two of the people she tangentially worked for. The gryphon resembled Ceylon and the snake resembled Leera. "That's what I'll call you, then!" she said, patting the gryphon and stroking the snake. "You're Ceylon, and you're Leera! At least until I go home and never see you again." For all intents and purposes she was speaking to herself and didn't expect any sort of response.

But Ceylon chirped and stood defiantly on her lap, chest puffed out and wings partially spread. Their beak was agape and their pupils dilated, so it was clear that they weren't angry. It was kind of cute, until they stopped and sniffed the air and then started pecking at and stroking Fidget's belly fur.

"Alright, alright. None of that." She joked, playfully pushing the gryphon away as she laughed a bit. "Careful where you put that beak."

Clearly not impressed, the gryphon grabbed her hand with both front talons and chomped down on her finger. Not aggressively, or they would have drawn blood, but very playfully. At the same time, Leera slithered down to join the gryphon, nestling in the crook between Fidget's groin and thighs. Clearly the snake wanted some of that warmth. And Fidget's loins were still sweltering hot from the exercise and the lingering arousal that never fully went away since slipping the egg inside her.

It was clear that both of these cute creatures were in a playful mood and had taken to her, so she played back. She pretended to grab and strike Ceylon while petting Leera all the way from head to tail with just two fingers running down her spine. It made her happy to see the snake's body press back in a wave going the same speed, accentuating the sensation of her finger tips on scales. Ceylon played back, fake pecking and nipping at Fidget without drawing blood, despite having a very sharp, curved beak.

All was going well at first. Fidget was enjoying a lovely bit of a break as far away from her home as she could go without dipping her feet in Great Sapphire Lake, and the two creatures were enjoying her company and stealing her warmth. It was cute, and Fidget enjoyed the affection more than she expected. She really needed some pets.

But as she was about ready to get back up to finish her walk, Ceylon rolled onto their back to expose their belly, revealing that this gryphon was clearly female. No sheath, just a big, plump set of lips that were moist and oozing a thick slimy mess. Not only was she female, but she must have been in heat. Perhaps that was why they were being so affectionate.

Fidget only had the will to give the kitty-sized gryph a bit of a belly rub, using her finger tips to stroke Ceylon's fur and feathers while deliberately avoiding the fleshy mound closest to her and the snake. At the same time, Leera did this full-bodied coil-flip, where she remained in a coiled position nestled between her thighs while flipping upside down to reveal her cloaca was just as puffy and moist as Ceylon's.

"Alright you two, none of that. You are a couple of weird animals. But I think it's time for me to go." She patted Ceylon and tried to slip her hand in between Leera and her groin to flip the snake over, but Ceylon resisted and bit her on the wrist, forcing her to pull back. Still didn't break the skin but definitely hurt this time. "Hey!"

Before she could brush the pair of them off her lap, Ceylon leapt forward and wrapped her front talons around Fidget's midsection like a hug, her beak chin resting between Fidget's compressed breasts so that she was looking up with the cutest puppy dog eyes. Leera then uncoiled and slithered up Ceylon's back so that her chin was on Ceylon's forehead and they were both looking at her.

"Okay, that's too cute, and you got me. Alright, I'll stick around a bit, but I can't stay forever." She then stroked Leera down Ceylon's back, nestling a thumb in between them so both got to feel her affection. It made her giggle a bit since she felt like she was masturbating the snake's neck and upper body. Didn't stop her from doing it, but it did make her take note of how she was treating them.

Before she could give Ceylon a bit more attention, the gryphon took a moment to flop back down on all fours and wedge their curved beak in between the waist band of her shorts and her toned abs, wiggling and clawing like she was trying to force her way in!

There was a brisk moment of excitement that was quickly squashed as she pulled Ceylon up off her lap, barely stopping the bird before her beak did damage to her shorts. "You must really be-"

She was cut off by the sensation of a snake's body coiling around her upper thighs and worming its way up her short leg. When she looked down she could see the s-shaped bends in the serpent's body, thanks to how fur-tight the pant legs were. Again, the excitement took her for a moment and she was about to break out of it in order to pull the snake out of her shorts but the gryphon's flailing managed to hit a button on the remote in her pocket, turning the vibrating egg on while it was still deep inside her.

Figet's throat clenched and her lower body tightened up as the resonant vibrations coursed through her lower body. Both the snake and the gryphon paused to cock their head to the side, confused by the sound and sensations coming from her loins. Before long, both were on her lap, one on either thigh, enraptured by her vibrating flesh.

Leera coiled up close again, having pulled herself out of Fidget's pant leg while Ceylon sat on her mound. As in, sitting in her lap so that the gryphon's plump pussy lips were pressed right against the impression of Fidget's mound pressing out against her tight pants. Pussy to pussy, Ceylon started grinding against Fidget, gently bucking and gyrating her hips while glancing back with beak agape in delight. Fidget was a little sweaty from the run and still a little moist with lingering arousal, so she was dampening her pants from that side while the estrus gryphon was smearing her juices from the outside. Between the two of them, the crotch of her shorts was soaked and partially see-through, revealing the subtle tones of pink through the dark fabric.

She could have shut the egg off. She could have pushed the gryphon away. She could have grabbed Leera and placed her to the side, but she did none of that. The gryphon scissoring and the vibrating of the egg and the intense massaging she was getting from Leera's half-constrictions was just too nice to stop, so she instead opted to simply enjoy it while it lasted. With any luck, the two little creatures would get what they wanted from her and would fly and slither away.

In the mean time, she got a little curious. Ceylon was clearly in a mood, so she laid both of her hands on the gryphon's haunches with her fingers kneading and caressing her furred half and under the wing tips while her thumbs wrapped around her hind legs, tips sliding up and down each of her lips. She paused to see how Ceylon reacted, and when the gryphon started purring while laying flat on their chest between her thighs, hindquarters up and tail flipped over her back, she continued.

Ceylon was presenting to her, practically begging for release. As a bunny who got aroused and needed relief many times a day, she was more than happy to do what she could to help. So, with her palms on either of the gryhon's haunches, she slid her thumbs up and down the avian's lips to test and tease before slipping a digit in. To her surprise, Ceylon's passage was snug but elastic, allowing for her to enter without much resistance followed by a tight grip that clenched around her knuckle. When Ceylon pushed back, arching her back and grinding to thrust back, she pushed her thumb in as deep as it would go, all the way to the base.

And yet, Ceylon wanted more. The little gryphon dipped the small of her back and tensed up all the muscles in her back end to slim up and tighten around her, all while her little clit rolled and throbbed against her thumb. There was a steady stream of clear slime trickling out over that winking clit, the bridge of it linking to a spot on the mound of her own jogging pants right where her clit was.

At the same time, the vibrating of the egg was keeping her so aroused that she was producing enough of her own mess that her throbbing mound was actually making the slime bubble and spatter from her camel toe, soaking Leera in the process.

Curious and now more than overwhelmed by all this, her arousal took over and she slipped a second thumb into Leera from her other hand, finding the gryphon's passage to be easily impregnable, the flesh stretching with ease to allow her to get both down to the knuckles. She bent each of her thumbs, using the tips to grind and spread the gryphon's anterior walls, the motions sucking in bits of air that were quickly expelled when Ceylon clenched up and pushed down in delight.

Both of her thumbs were buried deep, and when she went to pull them apart she was delighted to see the gryphon's lips spread open and gape all the way to her womb. The angle of her body let light in and Fidget could see the deep pink of her walls and the swollen donut that was her cervix. That sort of gape was begging to be filled, so she wanted to see just how much the gryphon could take.

She kept her one thumb inside, tugging to the side to keep the passage gaped and distorted in that direction while using her other hand to slip one, and then two fingers into the kitty-sized bird. There was little to no resistance, and as she curled her fingers down to stroke Ceylon's anterior wall, that was the bottom closest to her belly, it was clear the gryphon was loving every second of it. There was a steady, never-ending stream of bubbly, clear fluid seeping out, a liquid arousal that soaked her digits and dribbled down Fidget's wrists, joining the rest of the mess against her mound.

Two fingers wasn't giving any trouble, so she slipped a third and then a fourth in as well, all while keeping the thumb of her other hand tugging on the wall to keep it dilated as far as it would go. The gryphon's passage knew no bounds and was still gaped open a bit, letting a bit of air in every time Ceylon breathed only to have it all pushed out when she clenched her walls and leaned back with a delighted grunt and chirp.

It was a heck of a stretch, but she brought her thumb from the hand with four fingers already buried in gryphon pussy in as well, nestling it in where the first thumb was prying the lips to the side. She kept the second thumb in and started pushing, her hand soaked in gryphon arousal with all four finger tips and thumb tip converged at a single point, twisting back and forth to smear the lube all over Ceylon's plump lips. Nothing was dry on that bird's butt or her hand all the way to the wrist, so with a few more pushes and twists, she felt the avian's flesh stretch out and swallow her knuckles with one juicy gulp, sucking her in to the wrist with ease she didn't think possible even with the aid of potions.

The gryphon let out a long, pleasured trill while all her feathers stood on end and her flesh undulated around Fidget's hand, the lips sucking on her wrist and clit winking against the tendons that flexed along the underside of her forearm. She could feel the supple, soaking wet flesh massaging her, so much so that it actually seemed to make her joints feel more relaxed than she could ever have imagined. Like a therapeutic partial unbirthing!

But that wasn't enough. It looked like it was way too much, but it was only the beginning for Fidget. With her whole hand inside but stretched out so all her fingers in a point, she reached out and traced a few circles around the creature's cervix before flexing her digits and stroking her tips along Ceylon's anterior wall, eventually balling up a fist inside and pushing her arm deeper.

There was an audible squelch as more air was sucked in to make up the difference then pushed back out when Ceylon bared down and sat on her wrist, walls collapsing around her. She was whimpering and chattering her beak, grinding her hips and gyrating in between subtle motions that rocked her back and forth, tugging on the girth of the fist. It was like a knot, almost, balled up and nestled inside in a way that ensured it could twist and plunge deeper but not come out.

So that's what Fidget did. She pushed in and Ceylon braced to push back, somehow swallowing a third of her forearm while her black-fleshed lips winked and stretched to take it all. Then, once she got as deep as she could go, Ceylon pulled away so that the fist was tugging on her flesh from inside, lodged in place but not coming out.

Fidget flexed her hand as best she could, ensuring it stayed solid as she twisted inside, grinding her knuckles against Ceylon's every wall, occasionally kneading some glands inside that made Ceylon squirt more mess down her forearm to add to the pool on her mound, where Leera was now tightly coiled to the best of her ability. Fidget was barely even paying attention to the snake, as she was simply relaxing in her lap, barely getting in the way while the gryphon presented and tugged and had fun.

This was fine. Fidget loved the feeling of Ceylon's flesh wrapped tight around her fist and tugging on her wrist. She clenched up, twisted to please the bird, and lightly punched in to get a subtle but intense-feeling thrust into the avian's depths. And clearly Ceylon loved it because she was pushing back and pulling away to make every tug and thrust even more intense.

She couldn't help but slip a hand down her pants to tease her clit, pressing it down to amplify the sensation of the vibrating egg inside her while also doing all she could to keep as much attention on Ceylon's depths. So there she was, one hand in her pants and soaked in her own fluids and the other buried in gryphon pussy, her breaths getting ragged as the vibrations inside her seeming to resonate throughout her entire body.

That was when Leera broke her coil formation to slither in Fidget's pants next to her hand, using the little crook to worm her way in and ball herself up around her fingers and even slip a bit of her tail inside her pussy next to the cord connected to the egg.

All of that at once was too much. Fidget never lasted long and this was no exception. The vibrations, her own pressure applied from outside and the pressure inside, the sensation of her one hand smothered in snake scales and the other swallowed by gryphon flesh, it was all too much. She threw her head back and let the pleasure course through her as she kicked the ground with a hoof, fluttered her wing behind her, and let her tail wag fervently. She twitched, she thrust into her own hand, and she tugged violently on Ceylon's pussy, her fist still knotted to the tiny bird's loins.

Seemingly on command, Ceylon collapsed forward, her depths loosening and then pushing down to force the balled fist out of her with a squelching pop! Her slit remained gaped, a perfect dewdrop of pink lined by glistening black before having the cavern seal up and return to its proper form once more. There were a few winks to put everything back in place, then Ceylon leapt off her lap.

While she laid there, splayed out and overwhelmed, Leera slithered out of her pants and joined Ceylon on the ground in front of her. Ceylon chirped, Leera hissed with a peculiar, gape-mawed grin, and then both darted out to climb back up the tree.

This left Fidget with her head flipped over the back of the bench, hand down her pants and a deep hum emanating from inside her. She used her other hand to try to get the controller for the egg, fumbling a bit due to the post-orgasm shudders and the goopy mess left on that hand from Ceylon's cunt. Once she got it shut off, she pulled her other hand out of her pants and flopped back, relaxing in place while she waited for her strength to recover.

Shots of pleasure continued to course through her loins as the throbbing tenderness of her flesh kept her distracted. So distracted that she didn't even notice when a stallion and gazelle couple came jogging up behind her, stopping to get a picture over the cliff. By the time she noticed them, she could see them glancing back and trying to avoid her gaze since her crotch was soaked in slimy mess and her legs were parted, exposing herself fully.

Not only was she wet all up and down her inner thighs and mound, but the moisture in her shorts meant that the fabric left nothing to the imagination. They could clearly see her swollen lips and throbbing clit as well as the subtle bulge given off by the egg inside and the clearly defined line that was the cord. They knew. But she didn't bother trying to hide it.

The stallion and gazelle took their pictures and went on their merry way, which was luckily the way she came from. She was doing a loop in the other direction. A few minutes later, Fidget got up and continued on her path, the lingering memory and sensation from the cute little experience a lovely way to start her day.

Fidget didn't take long to recover from her time overlooking the cliff. She was nothing if not adaptable, and she was used to enjoying multiple sessions in a row. Within only ten or fifteen minutes she was back up to the same level of energy she had at the start of the day, the fatigue of an intense orgasm no longer lingering. It was a lovely orgasm, but like most of hers it didn't keep her tired for long. Being athletic helped with that. All she had to do was get something to drink to replenish her lost fluids - both sweat and lubrication - and she'd be clear as the skies above.

Of course, the peculiar situation did stick in her mind. Her body adapted, but she couldn't stop thinking about what had transpired. Why did that gryphon and snake stop fighting to be with her? What were the chances that the gryphon would have the exact pattern and coloration of Ceylon? Likewise, what were the chances of the snake having the exact same colours and patterns of Leera? Why so horny to the point a feral beast so eagerly cuddled and let her please them? How was it that such a small creature could take her fist like that? Nothing really made sense, but it happened nonetheless.

She had theories, but they seemed less like rational thinking and more like conspiracies so she didn't dwell on it. At least not at first. However, as she continued jogging south down the path through the Vast Emerald Wood, she kept getting glimpses of something black and white out the side of her peripheral vision. Whenever she looked, it was gone.

Perhaps it was something in a tree above or sitting on a rock next to the path. It was a little black and white something or other that disappeared into the foliage any time she looked. At least at first. The farther she went, the quicker she was to try and get a better look at it.

And as she theorized, it appeared to be that same gryphon with Ceylon's patterns, following her. The more she looked, the more she saw. With every subsequent glimpse, she got a better picture of what was happening. By the end of her trip, she could even make out what appeared to be Leera hanging out next to Ceylon every time. Only, she was more natural colours so she didn't stick out.

It really did feel like they were following her somehow, even though there was no way that snake could keep up with her jogging pace. Not a chance from above or below.

In addition to the gryphon and snake sightings, she also began to see something else repeated along the path. A cute little white, red, and yellow creature that was a bit smaller than the gryphon and seemed to be part insect - specifically a fuzzy moth - and part fox. Completely unfamiliar to her, but she assumed that it was somehow linked to the other two, since this little creature was seen at the same intervals as the snake and gryphon.

One thing she did notice, though, was that every pet dog and dragon and feline that walked past her on a leash couldn't help but stop and try to sniff her crotch. The pheromones were intense, but the moisture and mess had almost entirely evaporated by the time she got home. That meant that there were no visual cues to the fun she'd had or the mess she'd made, but she was surrounded by an aura of scent that anyone with a sensitive sense of smell could have sampled from a half kilometre away.

Of course, it was still pretty early by the time she emerged from the treeline of the Vast Emerald Wood so there were only a handful of people. She could tell the canines and felines picked up on her scent but the avians and reptiles couldn't. Fine by her.

She arrived back home and basically collapsed on her front porch, exhausted in all the best ways from the start of her day. Two pretty intense sessions, a lovely morning walk with beautiful weather and pretty awesome music, and a chance encounter with a pair of cute woodland creatures. Now she needed to have a bit more tea. This time an herbal or fruity tea without potion enhancements.

Inside, she peeled off her tight-fitting tank top and shorts, leaving the controller of the egg dangling between her legs. She put her ear buds away and plugged her phone in to charge before heading back to the kitchen. There, she turned on the kettle and prepared herself for another tea.

As she was at the kitchen sink looking out to her back yard, she was once again graced by the image of that little black and white gryphon perched on the lowest branch of the tree that overlooked her vegetable garden. She focused a bit and saw that the snake was also coiled up near the base of that tree branch. Very similar to how she first saw them overlooking the cliff.

A normal person would assume she was followed home, but she was a bit more critical of her own thought processes and was beginning to wonder if this was a hallucination. She took a lot of potion, there was a chance that one of them had gone bad or something. She dove into the recycling bin to check the date and make sure it was fine and found that there was a few months left on the shelf life still. The potion wasn't the problem.

If she was hallucinating, it would make sense. It'd explain why the creatures acted weird, why they took on features of those she worked with, and why they seemingly followed her home despite there being no way that was possible for a snake.

So she had to find the problem. The most logical explanation was some sort of conjured fantasy, so she had to find the source and fix it. Unfortunately, this meant she began to panic a bit, rummaging through her trash and recycling to see if any of the things she cooked or brewed had gone bad. Occasionally, she stopped to glance out the back window again to make sure the snake and gryphon were still there.

They were. Just happily dangling their tails over the branch and seemingly waiting for her to come outside. If they weren't real, they sure looked real.

Just as she was about to head out the back door through the greenhouse room, she was stopped by a petite voice from one of her hanging plants. It was feminine but strong. Deep. And with a subtle buzz, like it was coming from an insect. "Don't worry." Was all it said.

She paused to glance around only to see that the voice was coming from the fox-moth that was perched on the metal grill of the plant. Somehow, it got into her house. "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Oh, sorry hun! I thought you'd recognize me!" The hybrid hopped off the plant and their gossamer wings started to hum, keeping them hovering in place at Fidget's eye level. "It's me, Foxi!"

Fidget narrowed her eyes to focus, her ears flattening to the back of her head. "You sure about that? You don't look anything like her." Foxifly was the other one that ran The Vore House with Leera.

"No, I suppose I don't look like her, do I?" She motioned down to her own body, showing that she actually had four arms and two legs. Six limbs. "But then again, I suppose you aren't as familiar with us as you are with others. The Foxifly that runs The Vore House, where you get your potions, is only one of many. We look different based on size and season. This is just one version of me. You are more familiar with the grey, white, and blue version that's about your size."

This fit her memory, but was still confusing. "Okay? So what's going on?" Fidget asked. At this point she still wasn't convinced that this wasn't an hallucination.

"Vacations." She said, still hovering. "Do you mind if I perch on your shoulder?"

"S-sure." Fidget answered, then angled herself to give Foxifly some room. "What do you mean by a vacation? I mean, I'm on vacation, but that doesn't explain what's happening." As she glanced out beyond the glass wall of the greenhouse, she saw the gryphon and snake frolicking in the trees, playing with squirrels and batting at bugs as they got near. She also noticed more copies of Foxifly exploring her garden and perched on various locations, each one subtly different. Part of her was feeling like she was in a horror story and was about to go missing.

Foxi landed on her shoulder and got comfortable, her fox-tail abdomen draped over Fidget's back and her wings folded up nicely. "In between each season, we take a week or two to replenish our spirits. Sometimes that means travel, sometimes that means mental hibernation."

"Okay, you're gonna have to explain that one." Fidget interjected. She was starting to relax a bit, feeling that this wasn't a figment of her imagination. Still, she needed answers.

"Ceylon and Leera. Sometimes they just go primal. They transform into a feral size and shut their mind down so they basically act like beasts. They're still alive, but their minds are put into a sleep-like state that basically gives them the mental refresh of a week-long sleep. Those two that you played with this morning, that's Leera and Ceylon in their woodland creature forms. More or less feral but with their souls and minds still inside." Foxifly explained. "And as for me, well, there's thousands of me. I watch over them wherever they may go while they do this to ensure nobody harms them."

Fidget blinked slowly, gulping a bit. Suddenly her brain decided to remind her that the egg was still inside, making her just a little ashamed of the position she found herself in. She narrowed the gap between her thighs and stepped up to the back door, watching Ceylon and Leera have their fun. "I guess that explains a lot."

"You're not skeptical?"

"Why would I be? I work with potions all day. Every day. I know Leera and Ceylon enchant a lot of their goods and therefore are pretty good with magic. I believe that they have the power to transform, even if that's not common at all. I also believe that they'd do this sort of thing. I'm not close with either one on a personal level but they both have pretty clearly defined personas. The only thing I don't understand is why they flocked to me and followed me home." She then waved a bit. "Do they recognize me or something?"

Foxifly buzzed and chirped a bit. "Their sentient minds are in there but experiencing everything like a dream. Kinda hazy and unclear. Their feral bodies are more or less operating on instinct with only the slightest guidance from their consciousness. So I think there's some influence but not a lot. I just think they met you by chance by the cliff, because I've been watching them for days and they've never come this far away from the lake."

"Huh." She huffed to herself. "I'm honoured, but what do I do now? I mean, now I've got them playing in my garden and-" she paused to squint more, counting a dozen different Foxifly in amongst the plants. "-You've got a bunch of your hive chilling here, too."

The tiny hybrid buzzed her wings to hover off Fidget's shoulder. "Just live your life. They'll come and go at their will. I and the rest of my hive will follow accordingly. They're harmless, though. And so are we. We share a mind, so if you want to tell the others something, they know." Just then, all of the various other Foxifly drones turned and waved at her.

It was uncanny, but Fidget waved back. "Ok. Well, I'm going to go have some tea, then. Feel free to join me if you wish."

"I love tea!" Foxifly said with a chipper buzz. "Herbal is the best. Do you mind if some of the others come in and join us? We could all use the energy that comes from the sugar."

"Yeah, sure." Fidget propped open the door to the greenhouse room and kicked a wedge in so it stayed open. "Feel free to join us!" She called out to the dozen drones, Ceylon, and Leera, before turning around and heading back to the kitchen.

There, she turned on the kettle and set out five teacups, each one with its own infuser filled with an herbal and fruity mix. That was every infuser she had, but that was fine, if it was all going to get used. She put three sugar in her cup, three in the second, two in the third, one in the fourth, and none in the fifth. That way there was a nice mix and the various drones could chose whatever they wanted. Once the water was hot and boiled, she filled each cup and gave a gentle stir before taking each of the saucers out to the living room, where she laid them out on the coffee table.

Her living room was nice. No TV, just walls lined with bookshelves, an angled desk for paperwork, and a series of comfy chairs all around a circular coffee table in the middle. The room was set up to read and to write, not to watch TV or play videogames or do stuff on her phone.

When she sat down, all the rest of the drones came in after her, settling on the arm rests and back braces of the other chairs. Ceylon flew in as well, perching on one of the chairs next to two drones while Leera curled up in the corner of the seat of the chair.

Fidget got out a book to read while the drones took turns perching on the saucers of each of their respective teacups, sipping the brew a bit at a time before hovering back to their perches on the chairs. It was a magical scene, with the dim light of the living room glinting off the gossamer wings, each of the drones a slightly different colour and shape. It reminded Fidget of stories of nymphs and faeries, those who frolicked in gardens and did mischief.

Except the Foxifly drones were all quite polite and well behaved. When they finished a cup of tea, they worked together to fly it back to the kitchen, gently placing it down in the sink without damaging it. Fidget was anxious about that at first, but after the third successful landing she stopped worrying and focused on her book.

That was the most of the rest of her day. Once things got established, the Foxifly drones chose not to speak unless spoken to. It was clear they were just there to watch over Ceylon and Leera, who slept in the chair most of the afternoon. They weren't ignoring Fidget, but it was clear she mostly just wanted to read her book without interruption and the Foxifly drones knew that they were imposing upon her. They were able to comfortably and happily coexist without stepping on each other.

And it was nice. Fidget liked that. She loved the company even if the idea of having to consistently entertain them was exhausting. She liked having them around but liked that they were independent even more. She really liked the idea of having pets. Companionship without the social pressure. If only she had some way to keep a pet while out on the road.

It wasn't until dinner that she chose to chat with Foxifly again. When she got up, the egg still inside her, she motioned for the one that spoke to her - which was apparently the leader - to follow. "Makin' dinner. If you're interested, I could make you a plate or four."

Foxifly roused from her resting position and nodded with a buzz and a smile. "I'd like that. What are you making?"

"I hadn't decided. I was happy to take suggestions if you or the others had a preference. If I'm hosting, I'd like to make it something we all enjoy. Just keep in mind I don't eat a lot of meat."

"That's fine, we don't either. I can't really speak on behalf of the primals over there." She pointed to the still-sleeping Ceylon, who was nesting upon a coiled up Leera. "Leera's probably fine without anything and Ceylon's omnivorous."

Fidget nodded. "That makes sense. I was thinking of doing a stir fry. Lots of veggies, some spice, and a bed of rice. You know, Carrots and Broccoli and corn and onions and peppers. I like some heat too. Can you handle Bonnet-Bloom peppers?"

"Yeah! Those are pretty mild, right?"

"Not too spicy. They're probably my least spicy pepper, but that's still a decent kick." Fidget explained. "Hot, but if you can handle any spice at all, you should be able to handle this. Just eat slow."

"Sounds like a deal! Need any help harvesting them? I saw you had quite the garden out back."

"That would be lovely, yeah. I'll start rinsing the rice and doing the dishes. I need two red onions, four carrots - the biggest ones you can find - three peppers, two heads of broccoli, and a single knot of garlic."

The main Foxifly drone offered a salute and took the entire hive of them out to the back, where they collected the ingredients and brought them back one by one, dropping them in the sink to be cleaned of the dirt. While they were outside, Fidget took the opportunity to squat down in the kitchen and push out the egg, collecting it in her palm and tossing it onto her bed before they returned. This left her feeling a little empty and needy, but she'd already enjoyed a few sessions and didn't need to have another go at herself. Not yet, anyway.

Once all the ingredients were back and cleaned off, she started peeling and chopping the vegetable medley, all while the rice boiled. The foxifly drones helped as best they could, collecting utensils, clearing off the cutting board once the scraps were left, and munching on some of the peels in between. They were part moth, they had no problem chewing on some carrot peels and leaves.

Fidget got her wok out, slathered it in sesame oil, and tossed the veggies in with a pre-made spice mix she had made by dehydrating a bunch of veggies. She mixed this with a bit of soy sauce and some oriental spices, giving it all a subtle sauce coating. At the end, she grabbed a bag of baby corns from the fridge and tossed it in, sauteing it with the rest.

Her whole house smelled like stir fry and rice. It was delicious, but also pretty strong. She divided the rice among five plates in much the same way she did with the teacups, then flattened each pile to cover the whole plate to make a bed. She then took the vegetable medley and divided it among the plates as well, a scoop on each rice bed. Then, using the sauces left in the wok, she cooked a bunch of cubed chicken breast and then added it to one plate, assuming Ceylon would be interested.

Just for flair, she grabbed a few green onions and chopped them up fine, sprinkling them on each page and then took sprigs of thyme and tossed each one on top. Satisfied, she took each plate to her living room and spread them out. She offered the Foxifly drones utensils but they opted not to. Their four hands were pretty temperature resistant and they liked eating that way.

Watching them eat was cute. While Fidget used chopsticks for most of her meal as well as the fork or spoon to pick up the last bits on her plate, the Foxifly were adorably munching on the fried sauteed veggies with their cute little mandibles. They'd grab a broccoli floret and munch the top a bit at a time, or they'd take the carrot discs and chew them in circles. If not eating the veggies, they were slipping individual rice grains into their mandibles, nibbling them to take them in.

The bug parts could have been horrifying or scary, but it was just cute. Especially when paired with contented buzzes, wingflutters, and four little arms holding the veggies and rice.

Ceylon slept through most of the cooking and eating, but eventually did wake up near the end to sample some of the chicken plate, as expected. She mostly ate the meat and rice, with very little interest in the veggies. This was fine, because that meant more for the Foxifly drones. Foxi did explain that this was normal; Ceylon loved veggies in their anthro form but their primal form only wanted meat and grains. Would have preferred fish but chicken was good too. Any meat was fine, really.

All of the meal got eaten - which was Fidget's hope - so she took all the plates and washed them each by hand before returning to the living room to read another few chapters of her book. This was her vacation, she enjoyed being able to sit back and read something fun. Even if she did so with a swarm of fox-moth hybrids on her chairs and shelves, each sort of doing their own thing.

Fortunately they remained responsible and mature. Very respectful of her stuff. So she had no problems losing herself to the book she'd chosen.

Just as she was on the verge of passing out and the sun was going down, Ceylon and Leera both came over to share her chair with her, the gryphon curled up on her lap and the snake coiled up between her hip and the arm rest. She reclined, put her bookmark in, and chose to take a bit of an evening nap right then and there. It wasn't her bedtime but she had earned some rest.

Fidget passed right out. Almost immediately. Within minutes of sinking into her chair, she reclined and was on the verge of snoring. Leera remained curled up in the corner next to her, squished in between her thigh and the arm rest, while Ceylon remained on her lap. At least that was how it started. By the time she passed out, Ceylon was already letting her cat-like instincts take over and she started kneading and clawing her.

Through all this, Fidget was completely nude. She'd disrobed within minutes of coming home from the morning run and felt no reason to put clothes back on in her house, meaning that Ceylon was kneading and clawing her thigh fur, snagging skin but not breaking it. She was pretty durable so she didn't mind this at all. The potion she took that morning did wonders to make her resilient to that.

What started as simple clawing and kneading escalated to the point Ceylon was actually trying to dig in between her thighs in an attempt to get to her lips. She was still moist from arousal and sweat, and the various pheromones and other scents were appealing to the horny gryphon.

She was only semi-lucid when she noticed this. Only she wasn't alert enough to realize that what she was experiencing wasn't a dream. She could feel Ceylon prying and worming in between her thighs, but her mind was lost in a semi-dreamlike state that made her think she was just fantasizing. To her, she was simply allowing her dreams to take over. Which was why she got comfortable and spread her legs, squishing Leera off to the side while exposing herself to Ceylon.

The gryphon used her curved beak to nuzzle up her thigh, eventually pecking and plucking her lips. One after another. Not only that, but she started licking, sampling the flavours and getting as much of it as she could. Before long, she leaned in with one tiny little talon on either side of her mound, each one lost in the fold between hip and thigh, as she nursed on Fidget's clit.

Her sharp beak was a bit startling, so Fidget unconsciously pushed her away then started rubbing herself, eager for pleasure but not awake or alert enough to appreciate the kink factor of having a beak chomping down on her clit. Of course, the moment she pressed a pair of fingers down onto herself, Ceylon wedged her beak in between them and tried again. This begun a brisk back-and-forth wherein Fidget would push Ceylon away only to have Ceylon push back, eventually ending when Ceylon gave up and angled herself down a bit.

She wasn't getting much love for the flesh of Fidget's clit, but there was a rather plump and juicy slit just below that wasn't being obscured. So, with talons still kneading either side of Fidget's mound, Ceylon leaned in and pressed her beak between her lips, parting them and easily slipping her head inside.

Fidget's juices soaked the bird, or would have had she not been coated in hydrophobic feathers. When Ceylon pulled out, the fluids and lubricants just rolled off her and soaked into the upholstery. She was a bit disappointed by this but she did notice that the properties of her feathers actually made it so that when she slipped in, the cavernous walls slid over her with ease and gave little to no friction.

A pair of Foxifly drones over on the opposite chair saw this was happening and hovered over to join them, landing on either of the arm rests. One of them hopped up onto Fidget's chest and could feel that she was breathing heavily and her heart was racing, so they conspired to help the primal morphs of Leera and Ceylon. They hopped down, one on either thigh, and reached down to grab Fidget's pussy lips, spreading them out to expose more of her fleshy and sopping wet insides.

Ceylon playfully pawed at them, but had just enough wit to see what was happening and respond accordingly. She then leaned in, talons spread forward in an almost diving motion with her beak nestled in the upper crook of her slit, crest rubbing on clit and curve teasing her urethra.

It was then that Leera woke up and decided to join in. She unfurled from her spot in the crook of the chair and slithered over Fidget's thigh, sliding between Foxifly's legs and coming to rest in a coil mostly behind Ceylon, her tail wrapped around Fidget's lower leg to anchor her in place.

Again, Fidget was only semi-lucid, her mental state somewhere between being aware of the things that were happening to her and believing most of it to be a figment of her imagination. With that in mind, she shuffled down and raised her knees up, letting them hook over the arm rests like she was in stirrups. This angled her hips just right to better expose her inner flesh and line up her passage so that it was a straight shot from Ceylon's position to her womb.

She even started rubbing her clit and fingering herself, accidentally catching Ceylon under the wings and pushing her inward, her lips swallowing up the gryphon's talons, head, and shoulders with ease. She even moaned a bit and used her other hand to idly cradle her breast and caress her nipples.

It seemed like she was about to play host to a kinky bird, but right as she got a surge of pleasure coursing through her body, she pushed down in near-orgasmic delight and forced Ceylon out with a gooey, messy squelch. Her passage compressed as her pelvic muscles constricted, cervix descending and nearly kissing Ceylon on the beak.

Leera had been flicking her tongue to taste the scene around her, and she chose this time to make a move. Right when Fidget forced Ceylon out, Leera struck, darting past the gryphon's body to poke her snout in between the doe-bunny hybrid's plump lips. Her power and speed and sleek scales ensured there was little to no resistance as her head popped in and her lips coursed through and kissed her cervix while pushing it in as deep as it could go. This was when The Foxifly fell back and hovered away, certain that their job was done. They helped the snake push through, now they got to watch.

Ceylon seemed a little distraught by this, so she started trying to nuzzle and wedge her beak in between Leera's scales and Fidget's flesh, but it was no use. The more Fidget felt Leera's scales grinding against her insides, the more she subconsciously clenched and pushed down, amplifying the sensations while resisting the snake's every move.

Of course, a snake was mostly muscle and scales, so she was not only strong enough to push back but also slick enough to not have any friction hold onto her to stop it from happening. Fidget tried to grab her and pull her out, but the copious volumes of her arousal coated Leera's scales so much that she couldn't get a grip. Plus, as Leera continued to bend and unbend from a striking position inside, the added pressure and sultry waves of motion made it so that she no longer wanted to pull her out.

Quite the contrary, she actually tried to start tugging on the snake to help pull her inside. She wanted to feel it all, and feel she did!

Inside, Leera's snout continued to press against her cervix, tongue flicking inside and body constantly adjusting and adapting to ensure she always had the right angle. Outside, her tail remained coiled around Fidget's thigh for an anchor while the rest of her body flexed and stretched out. Ceylon continued to knead and nuzzle, to no avail.

The pleasure was keeping Fidget on the cusp of awakening, never quite sure if this was fantasy or reality. Not until she felt the sudden and intense jolt of uncomfortable pleasure as Leera's snout eased her cervix open, dilating it just enough to pop her little snake head inside.

Fidget gasped and bared her broken fang, acknowledging the pain that came from this while also angling her hips down to ask for more. It was a strange response to that, as cervical penetration was not something she enjoyed or even thought possible prior to the blossoming of her potion-based adventurous nature. It wasn't meant to be possible or pleasant, but with the aid of potions and a shift in perspective based on her experiences with The Vore House, she had a newfound appreciation for that very specific sensation. It was mildly painful, but uncomfortable in a way she knew that as soon as it passed she'd be immeasurably relieving.

So she pushed down and widened her stance a bit, still not quite taken from her semi-lucid mental state. She was still half in the dream world and thus not taking the situation seriously.

Which was why Leera was able to push in a bit harder, wiggle her head from side to side to loosen up the entrance to Fidget's womb, and then pop in to the neck. There, she was able to tightly bend her head to the side and use that as an anchor. She then released her tail from Fidget's thigh, pulling her body in one belly-scale at a time.

Of course, Fidget only had so much lubricant and there was so much snake to pass through her pussy, so about half of the way down the snake's undulating form, the fluid started to run out. The pussy walls were still slick and the snake was still scaled enough that it wasn't so bad, but the fluid transferred from flesh to scale as each bit of Leera's body passed through, eventually leaving little for the lips as Leera continued to tug.

This resulted in Leera, half coiled in Fidget's womb, squirming and slithering between her legs while Ceylon kept trying to find a way to follow the snake inside. As the seconds passed, Fidget's depths moistened a bit more, secreting just enough fluid to help Leera slurp up again, eventually passing through her birth canal so only her tail was sticking out.

At this time, Ceylon was growing a bit too excited to contain herself. She kept pressing her beak in between Fidget's lips and Leera's scales only to be deflected when it was clear there was no room in between the serpent and mammal flesh. This resulted in her accidentally angling her beak up and hooking it on Fidget's clit flesh, snagging it and tugging just right.

Finally, Fidget got a jolt of pain that woke her immediately! She let out a yelp, accidentally kicked Ceylon off the chair in a flapping panic and she clenched her thighs in tight, trying her best to apply pressure on her clit and minimize the pain. Despite doing this she didn't even notice that Leera had pulled almost all of her body up past her cervix, and that a dozen centimetres or so of snake tail were still sticking out.

She was so overwhelmed with the sharp pain of her clit being jabbed and tugged that she hardly even felt the scales passing through her opening or the tail slurping up, disappearing deep within her. She did feel terrible for kicking the gryphon, so she motioned for Ceylon to come back up.

Ceylon wasn't deterred, she happily hopped back up and did her best to lay on Fidget's belly, head pressed to her abs and steely blue eye staring up at her. The gryphon's tail tried to worm its way in between her thighs and join Leera inside, but Fidget was pretty much beyond reconciliation now. She was done and needed to go to bed.

She got up from the chair while cradling Ceylon, not realizing that there was a snake tail dangling out of her like the cord to the vibrating egg controller earlier. She stumbled her way through the house and back to her bed, inviting some of the Foxifly drones to follow her. Only the main one did while the others hovered their way out of the house.

In her bedroom, Fidget tossed Ceylon gently onto the bed and flopped down, belly and chest first, with her face down on her pillow. She felt a deep churning in her lower belly, like hunger pangs only lower. She disregarded it even as Ceylon hopped up between her legs and started nuzzling in between her rump cheeks.

The fatigue of the day and the peculiar situation had exhausted her. She didn't move to resist or allow anything. She just fell asleep with her ears flopped down on the pillow, her body semi-twisted in a stance reminiscent of a chalk outline, and she let sleep take her.

Morning came quickly to Fidget, who finally lost herself in slumber after having Leera coiled up within her. She didn't realize that was a factor, but the sensation of pressure kneading against her abs from within mixed with the silkiness of her bed sheets made her feel like she was being embraced. Hugged from within. It was uniquely comforting, a familiar sensation she'd only ever felt once before.

When she woke, she was on her side and curled around Ceylon, the gryphon's head pressed tight to her lower belly. She rolled onto her back, and Ceylon instinctively followed, flopping on her belly some more. It was clear the gryphon was obsessed with that part of her. She didn't realize at first that Leera was nowhere to be found and thus was unable to put those pieces together.

It wasn't until she felt a groaning lurch from deep within her that she began to realize what may have happened. As she glanced down she saw her abs shifting, tiny little bulges sliding from side to side and over each other within her. It was like a ball of snakes was inside her, and that image brought up flashes of memory from her 'dreams' the night before. The snake slithering into her, the drones helping it happen, Ceylon trying to join her.

She figured it out but couldn't help but feel pretty bad about the whole ordeal. She didn't take a vore potion, so she had no way of knowing if her womb was safe. Yet Leera was still slithering and shifting about inside her, so she was clearly at least okay.

Fidget was more than okay, too. The constant gurgling and shifting of Leera inside her teased her loins from within, meaning her lips and passage were subtly tingling with pleasure and clearly had been all night. When she hoisted herself up to a sitting position, hand on her antlers and other hand on her bed for balance, she noticed a dark red patch on her sheets. Well, a darker red. The sheets were a light crimson, she had left quite the gooey wet spot from leaking arousal all night.

When Fidget got into that position, Ceylon immediately jumped into place between her legs, once again nuzzling her lips and trying her best to force her way inside.

"It's okay." A voice cooed at her from atop her dresser. It was Foxifly, the one that had exclusively spoken to Fidget. "No matter what happens, the pair of them will be safe. I know you're thinking about it, and I can assure you they're fine."

"How, though?" Fidget asked. She clenched her loins to keep Ceylon out even though the gryphon kept trying to worm her way in. "I didn't drink a potion."

Foxifly chuckled a bit. "Oh, dear. That's fine. They adapt. The same magic that shrunk them and allowed them to turn their conscious minds off also gave their primal forms the required adaptive potion that they sell and disperse at The Vore House. Any body they inhabit is safe. It's that simple."

"That's awfully convenient." Fidget joked, slowly relaxing her lower body to allow her lips to part and swallow Ceylon's beak. She let out a gasp as she felt both the berth of the gryphon's head wiggling into her and the grinding shifts of Leera's many coils dancing in her womb. This descended her cervix so that it was nearly nestled between her lips. This was a show of her arousal, as her loins and belly clenched to push her womb down, but it also dilated her cervix enough that Leera's tail slipped out like a tentacle to wrap around Ceylon's neck.

When she relaxed again, allowing her womb to suck back in and her depths to return to normal, Leera tugged Ceylon in with her with a glorious squelch. Fidget was absolutely soaked with her own fluids, and Ceylon's feathers were hydrophobic, so there was little to no resistance as her lips gulped down the gryphon's head, neck, and shoulders. This relaxation allowed Ceylon to dig her front talons in as well, prying her lips downward towards her fluffy little tail while flailing about.

Despite trying so hard all night to join her partner in Fidget's womb, Ceylon was suddenly resisting the tail around her neck and the lips sucking her down. She wasn't kneading to loosen the passage up, she was extending her talons forth to press against the cervix so that it didn't extend and swallow her up, too! At the same time, her tail was lashing around, trying to find something to wrap around to anchor her outside.

All the thrashing and squirming mixed with the churning slithers of the snake in her womb inundated Fidget with pleasure, filling her with tingles and warmth from her chest to her inner thighs. No bit of flesh was free of the friction pleasure that came from Ceylon grinding and kneading her from within, the unique sensation of feathers and scales tickling the folds of her insides all the while.

"You should be fine, dear." Foxifly encouraged her. "If you want Ceylon inside you, then you should let it happen. Stop flexing, there's no need to be worried. Relax. If you want it. Because I'm pretty sure they do, too. I've known them long enough to-"

"Stop talking." Fidget interrupted between a pair of brisk, intense gasps of pleasure. Her chest was heaving, her heart was racing, her pussy was buzzing with delight and her depths were shifting with a series of writhing abdominal bulges. It was very hard to stay concentrating with Foxifly giving her a play-by-play; the sounds of her depths sputtering around Ceylon and the guttural groans of her womb's fluids getting churned was enough to keep her focused. She loved fixating on that sort of thing, not getting bogged down with dialogue. Ruined porn for her and ruined fun for her even more.

Curious and gradually losing herself to the sensations of Ceylon squirming half inside her, she reached down to grab the gryphon around the haunches, curling her fingers around and into her pussy. She was delicate, gently using a middle finger to tap her clit like a button before parting the lips and tugging upwards towards the posterior end.

This seemed to pacify Ceylon, who stopped struggling. While the little gryphon was taken by surprise by the snake tail that ensnared her and even more by the lips that began to swallow her, the focus on her own loins urged her to grow eager for more. She swayed her tail, arched her back, and winked her clit on Fidget's digits, making a bit of a mess all over her knuckles.

Fidget was just focused enough that she was able to feel this happening, so she wrapped three fingers around the feline hindquarters to collect as much as she could, then smeared it all over the black velvety flesh, soaking Ceylon from tail base to clit. She slipped two fingers in, using them to spread the gryphon open, gaping her passage while her middle finger of the three extended down to keep caressing that big meaty clit. She could feel the engorged flesh twitching to her touch, so she gradually applied more and more pressure while slipping her other two digits in deeper and deeper, deliberately parting them as wide as she could go to gape Ceylon's cavernous passage as thoroughly as possible.

The more she got into it, the more she tugged the gryphon towards her, each whimper and grunt of pleasure coaxing a buck of her hips and a tug of her wrist, forcing Ceylon a bit deeper every time.

At the same time, Ceylon's tail was still lashing about, looking for anything to grab onto. It wrapped around Fidget's wrist, and the very end of it even split into three, revealing a cute little tail maw that was drooling the same copious amounts of viscous lubricant that was coming out of her pussy and making a mess of Fidget's bed spread. That tail maw actually found and clamped down on Fidget's clit, wrapping all three jaws around it.

Fidget's eyes went wide as she realized that little tail maw had many rows of tiny little teeth, each pointed like a needle and lined by soft gums. She felt each one grab her clit and tug, something that probably was supposed to hurt but just felt like a dozen injections of pleasure all at once. Her flesh oozed viscous arousal all down Ceylon's wings and her depths constricted with each and every tug, loosening her up while also tightening her in waves, practically sucking the gryphon into her.

The intensity of the tail maw's teeth didn't last long, as Ceylon quickly peeled it off before having it lash around a bit more to find some other anchor to grip. What it found was not what Fidget expected, as the tip closed up once more to become tapered and it found the entrance to her urethra. She'd secreted so much fluids and her flesh and walls were so exhausted from the seemingly never-ending assault on her depths that the tail pushed in with the same ease as Leera diving into Fidget's pussy. The maw plunged all the way into her bladder and then opened up, serving as the anchor that the gryphon sought.

The pressure of the tail maw opening up in her just seemed to trigger another bout of deep-tissue pleasure, also unlocking another kink of hers in the process. She couldn't help but grip Ceylon's back end tightly, plunging her fingers in and out of the thick lips, her fingertips sliding over the floor of the gryphon's passage each time. This made Ceylon's entire back end tense up in orgasmic delight while at the same time stretching out each of her hind legs, streamlining her body.

Now a living dildo, Ceylon was in the perfect pose and position for Fidget to wrap fingers around her - those two still curled up around the haunches to part her lips - and thrust her in and out. Each time, Fidget pulled the gryphon a bit deeper, each thrust accompanied by a symphony of juicy squelches and subtle sputtering until only the gryphon's hind legs and tail remained outside of her. Well, her tail was entirely inside her urethra, but not lost to her pussy. Still swallowed by her lips with the curve of it tickling the underside of her clit.

Inside her womb, Leera tensed up every muscle as well, her tail still protruding from the cervix and wrapped around Ceylon's neck. This tension expanded the womb so Fidget looked pregnant for a few moments, sucking in air and dilating the cervix to tug Ceylon in with a series of deep lurches followed by the expulsion of that air. The anchor of the tail maw in Fidget's bladder broke and burst out, leaving a gush of female ejaculate to spatter all over her bed, leaving a distinct dark red line over the lighter red of the rest of the sheet.

This left only Ceylon's tail tip and toes still sticking out of her pussy, lips wrapped around all three appendages and her cavernous passage relaxed and opened to accommodate the squirming. Ceylon just kept kneading, twisting, and pressing out with their limbs, basically treating Fidget's pussy like a sleeping bag, each motion grinding against the walls and hitting all of her sweet spots.

She could have clenched and halted all of that movement - she had quite impressive muscles in her loins from the exercise and her many encounters - but she loved feeling her depths open up and show how malleable they were. It wasn't until she felt another deep lurch as Leera's tail tugged Ceylon in through her cervix that she involuntarily tensed up, her lips sealing shut and her back arching to collapse her walls to their fullest extent.

The mix of Leera's tug and her muscles gulping down forced Ceylon to slide deeper and deeper, wriggling all the way before her cervix descended and snatched her up.

All at once, every vestige of the gryphon was entombed in Fidget's womb, and right as her tail tip was sucked up, the cervix sealed off and her body shifted to keep both the primal creatures in her like her own. The pressure, the sensation of distention, and the release of friction along her rippled walls all at once shot a steady flow of pleasure out from her midsection to course through every muscle in her body. She flopped onto her side, jammed a hand between her leg to rub her clit, and wrapped her other hand around her haunches and under her tail to force a fist inside herself.

Everything worked together to have her twitch and collapse, falling off her bed in the process with one hand rubbing her clit and the other fisting from behind. This resulted in her being in the exact same position as the prior morning, on her knees with her chest and chin on the ground, breasts pressed to the carpet, and fang jabbing out with her rump end up and little bunny tail wagging in the air. She twitched and bucked her hips as orgasmic delight shot through her time and time again, eventually collapsing when she lost the last bit of her composure, pussy gushing ejaculate as her fist popped out.

The pressure on her lower belly was slightly uncomfortable but also deeply pleasant, her womb full of snake and gryphon and her pussy battered and sensitive. She rolled onto her back and saw that she had a subtle but visible bulge, looking pregnant. She still had her athletic abs, but it was raised in a maternal belly bump. Not what she expected, but not unwelcome.

Heaving and gasping for air, she looked up at Foxifly, who was waiting patiently atop her dresser, ankles crossed and grin broad across her face. She was leaning back on her large, top arms while her lower, smaller arms were crossed over her chest.

"For someone who was worried about all that, you took to stuffing yourself quite well." She joked, buzzing happily as her wings started to flap rapidly. She hovered from her spot and came to land on Fidget's stumpy bunny nose. "But I can't think of many people I'd trust them with more than you." Though it was subtle, Foxifly's tail seemed to be leaking some form of lightly blue fluid. Fidget didn't understand what this meant and didn't bother to ask.

Instead, she got up with Foxifly still on her snout, rolling to her hooves and stretching a bit. She smiled and did a few more stretches, bending over and twisting her body in every direction as the pleasure waves dissipated within her.

While Fidget did her stretches, Foxifly leapt up onto her antlers, reclining across them. She was very good at not speaking when it didn't feel appropriate, so she simply relaxed there.

"Thanks for that." Fidget said while holding a pose. "No need to make things awkward."

"Don't worry about me, I just have to keep an eye on our primal friends. You go about your day, if you need me I'm happy to talk. For now, I'll relax. Work for you?"

Fidget nodded and stepped out of her bedroom and into the dining room, where she made herself a tea and poured a tiny vial of potion into it. She got dressed in the same tight-fitting shorts and sports bra tank top, the ones that were still sweaty and smelling of sex from the day before, and hooked up her phone to her wireless ear buds. Once she left the house, she still didn't lock the doors but also didn't notice that there was a veritable swarm of Foxifly hiding in the trees and bushes nearby.

Her morning was exciting but in a very different way this time, as she jogged her favourite route only this time with a womb full of snake and gryphon, giving her a bulge that any of the folks that she encountered daily were able to notice. Like most days, she simply jogged past them and waved, focusing on the trail and the weather and her music more than what others thought.

Since this pregnancy was brought on not by mating but by unbirthing, it was very difficult to keep herself from succumbing to the perpetual sensations of pleasure brought on by the pressure of her womb descending. This wasn't like an egg snug inside her pussy, resting comfortably as deep as it would go and just beyond the part of her passage that was most sensitive and susceptible to any friction or pressure. This was her womb, a persistent sensation that bounced and shifted with every step.

By the time she got back to the bench overlooking the cliff she'd first found them, her crotch was dark with moisture, a wet spot spreading from her lips and trickling down her inner thighs.

While she wasn't entirely sure how this would work, she decided that it was best to return them to their natural habitat. Or at least leave them where she found them.

So, once she veered off the path and found a nice clearing nearby between the trail and the cliff, she hopped out of her shorts, squatted down, and relaxed as best she could. The writhing of Leera in her womb kept her aroused and her walls slick with excitement, so she had no problems giving birth to the cute little pair all at once. They came out together, with Ceylon sliding out beak first with Leera wrapped around her. Once they plopped in the puddle of birthing slime, they woke up and shook off, immediately reverting back to their feral behaviour.

Ceylon shook off the lubricant and darted up a tree, where Leera followed.

Foxifly thanked Fidget for all her help and flew away, leaving Fidget to slip back into her shorts and return to the trail. She was not one bit surprised to once again see visions of Ceylon and Leera in the trees on her route home. Only this time, rather than be confused and doubt herself she just started thinking up all the kinky things she could do with them next time.

They were temporarily strays, but they were familiars that she expected to enjoy quite thoroughly and repeatedly. There was nothing quite like living dildos, something she was learning very quickly. Especially since she felt so very empty all the way home. Lacking that internal hug that she'd enjoyed all the way back to the cliffs.

Her vacation had only just begun. She had so much more of herself to explore before she went back to work. Something told her Leera, Ceylon, and Foxifly were all going to factor heavily into those potential plans. In the mean time, she just had to make it home and see what came of that.