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That Time of Year (Again)

Ceylon had so much work to do. So much work to do. She knew before she planted the apple trees that tending an orchard would be a lot of work but she felt it would be worth it in the end. Two years later, her special fruits were ready and it was time to harvest. Getting to this point was no easy feat, as her settling down took longer and was riddled with strife beyond what she was expecting. Most notably, the region became a hotbed of conflict over the natural treasure found in the Stonemetal Mountains.

The history of the region was complicated. The Itanobel Land was a rather large island, cut off from the rest of the world despite its location at the crossroads between the eastern edge of the Ijimulian Archipelago and the southern borders of Kaidu and Saff'Rald - two of the most influential and culturally rich areas in all of Dalon.

For centuries, the indigenous people of Itanobel lived on the vast island continent alone, abiding their culture and living in peace and harmony with the land itself. They were not hostile to visitors and those passing through, but maintained that no outsiders were to tarnish the land by settling upon it. Such a truce was established in the third era and maintained by sheer force of will.

History is known to be bathed in blood and many settlers attempted to colonize the Itanobel Land with no success. The indigenous people had mastered what they considered to be spiritual forms of magic and could keep outsiders away without much effort if needed through terror and intimidation. And, if the ethereal forms of sorcery didn't work, the elemental magic they commanded coupled with their sheer numbers and unified collaboration against outsiders meant that no colonizers even began to stand a chance against the Indigenous Itanobles.

Sure, there was known to be battles and wars between the tribes but time and time again they proved that the greater enemy was those who came from beyond the seas. No matter the situation, the tribes worked together to fend off colonization or war from those who came on ships. It helped that most of the island nation was far away from any other land and the only immediate access was the southern shores of Kaidu and a handful of islands on the far east edge of the Ijimulian Archipelago. In short, most of the land was too far out of the way for anyone to want to risk the resources to fight.

This ensured that the truce between the natives and the settlers remained peaceful with only a few exceptions. The Itanobel natives were happy to host guests and travellers and were even eager to trade with merchants and neighbouring nations, but there were strict rules about building settlements and establishing any sort of presence on Itanobel Land. This land was their land. Period.

Ceylon was easily drawn to the culture from the moment she first made landfall with her ship, the Spirit of Dalonia. Her and her crew were all taken in by the natives, cared for, and encouraged to leave once her healing process completed. But in those few months, Ceylon - and by extension the rest of her crew - had come to love the naturalistic purity of the Itanobel peoples. But, since the rules were explicit and clear, and Ceylon respected their ways, she and her crew travelled north to carry on.

But during this time away, something terrible happened in Itanobel. After centuries of solitude and solidarity, fending off the attempts of colonizers to settle the land, the native population was hit with something that would come to be known as the ademane plague.

Ademane is the substance in the body of every living creature that grants them the ability to use magic. It comes in solid, liquid, gas, and plasma forms, each used for different magical applications. Solid ademane came in crystal form and could be used to enchant relics. Liquid ademane flowed through a person's body like blood and could be used to make potions. Gas and plasma were both used for weaker but more widespread uses of spells, such as illusion spells or elemental spells.

Given that the indigenous people all used magic widely in all aspects of their life and culture, and because the natives were known to be magically powerful, almost all of them caught the ademane plague. A disease that was more likely to affect someone if they were a strong magic user. A disease with a stunningly high mortality rate. Fifty percent mortality rate in the average population, but over a seventy-five percent rate of those on Itanobel due to their cultural and spiritual reliance on magic.

Seventy-Five percentof the population was wiped out within a matter of years, with only a small number surviving the plague by the time the effects wore off. Now, the natives had little to no defence against colonizers. They had no recourse to halt the settlement from foreigners and thus accepted the newly open borders and their forced cooperation with many settlers.

The Itanobel nation, once encapsulating the entirety of the island continent, was now relocated to the region east of the Stonemetal mountains, with the western half of the island divided into Sosemma and Bloche, the settlement nations associated with Kaidu and Ijimu, respectively.

But still, the rules for settlement were laid out. The remaining quarter of their population still possessed immense magical power and they could easily harvest the strength of the land they called home. This meant that while their shores were open to settlers, their influence on the land was meant to be kept minimal. The native values of living in harmony with nature and respecting the spirits of the fauna and flora were paramount to their relationship with the land, and said to be the source of their power. Respecting nature was part of the agreement of every settler.

Ceylon was not only okay with this but used her accumulated wealth and power to help settle a handful of port cities and trade routes along the west and north shores, meant to serve as trade hubs for those travelling to, from, and between Ijimu and Kaidu. Ceylon, Ilorek, Leera, Valencia, and their respective crews had all they needed to make this a reality. It also ensured that they helped the natives filter out who did and who did not settle down on the island nation of Itanobel.

Port Sanri was their personal home. The largest city that lined the northern shore of the nation. Within a few years of establishing Port Sanri, the region had grown considerably, with farms and smaller satellite settlements filling out the space between the northern shore and the edge of the vast rockwood forest that made up most of the landmass west of the Stonemetal mountains.

Ceylon, with a few members of her crew and a handful of other friends, carved out a modest living deep in the rockwood forest, erecting a small farmstead with an orchard, some small fields for crops, some pastures for livestock, and a small hamlet's worth of homes. They were careful to not disrupt the natural order of things; Ceylon was sure to never cut down any of the trees of the surrounding rockwood and she cordoned off the various fields and pastures in accordance to the lay of the land.

The property consisted of two clearings divided by a valley and fjord, the north half being where most of the buildings were built alongside the pastures for the livestock, while the southern half consisted of the fields and orchards. Multiple bridges connected the north and south half, with carved steps giving them access to the river at the base of the fjord, ensuring they were never without water.

It was beautiful, and Ceylon had never been so happy as when she was tending her crops. While she was an omnivore - one who partook in the flesh of both fauna and flora - she had a particular affinity for apples. Especially in this region. Many fruits grown in Itanobel had high concentration of ademane juice within them, making them a perfect ingredient to put in potions. While it was possible to do the same in other regions of the world, there was something special about Itanobel, presumably linked to the natives and their connection with the land.

This was important to Ceylon, but especially important to Ilorek since the pair of them made a decent portion of their wealth by making and selling potions. Ilorek was an alchemist and Ceylon was a skilled enchanter. Potions were a valuable commodity and with the right blend of magic and raw material a potion could change a person's life.

Problem was, potions had the taste and texture of mucous in their pure form. Thick, slimy, and gross. The thicker and the slimier and the more disgusting they tasted and felt, the stronger they were. But most people couldn't hold down what felt like taking a shot of coagulated horse cum, so making and selling potions became a fine balancing act of finding ways to make them taste great and not feel gross while also ensuring the effects weren't too diluted.

One could just blend a potion with some orange juice and call it a day, which was what many lesser alchemists chose to do. That worked, but the effects weren't as strong. The flavour was fixed and the texture was much more smooth, but at the cost of potency.

With ademane-rich apple juice, Ceylon and Ilorek could easily create potions with a potency they could be proud of without sacrificing flavour or texture. So, while their goal was never to profit off the land, it was hard to not use what they had to their advantage. All without compromising the lay of the land or the sacred link the indigenous people had with the flora and fauna of the region.

After two years establishing Port Sanri and Ceylon's orchard, trading between one another and making a home for themselves on Itanobel, it was finally time to harvest. The trees were bearing fruit, the livestock were enjoying a rather pleasant mating season, and Ceylon had work to do. So much work to do. One thing that was certain was that the work was never finished on a farm.

On the homestead was a total of ten buildings, each one serving a different function. The largest house was tended to by Nib-Roc, a donkey apprentice of Ceylon's, who kept it free and open for guests or temporary workers to help out. He was currently hosting Fidget, a bunny-doe that did most of the transportation of their potions and supplies to and from Port Sanri. Ceylon lived in one of the four, smaller houses that was right on the edge of the fjord and had a basement that looked out over the river.

The other five buildings all had their uses. There were two barns, one for housing livestock and one for storing crops and other supplies. One small shack at the edge of the woods served as Ilorek's personal alchemy shack when he visited. And finally there were two paired buildings on either side of the ravine, with multiple bridges connecting them. Ten buildings in total. Five homes of varying size, two barns, two bridge houses, and an alchemy shack. And all between and around them, pastures and orchards and fields with corn rows from one end to the other.

It was a crisp autumn morning, and Ceylon had just finished her wake-up tea while her mate Leera was still sleeping in the heated basement. The sun was only just cresting the horizon and could barely be seen over the tree tops that surrounded their homestead, nobody else was up yet. Just her. The best time of day to just relax. Also the best time to relieve some pressure.

Ceylon loved her life and had few stresses given her naturalistic ideology and synchronicity with the natives, but that didn't need she lacked the need to satisfy herself from time to time. Sure, she had Nib and Leera and Fidget and any of the other guests to help her out, but she was a solitary gryphon that preferred to have fun on her own time, at her own pace.

With the chilly morning air rushing up from the ravine to whip her chest and facial plumage, she stood tall and trotted across the bridge, head held high and wings slightly spread to catch the breeze in a way that made her feel like she was gliding. Her goal was the barn between the orchard and the fields, the barn that housed all their inventory. All their harvest from the summer.

She swung open the barn door to reveal the layers of stock lining either side of the interior. Unlike the livestock barn - which housed a ground level with stalls and a hayloft for food and supplies - the storage barn had cubby holes lining the walls all the way to the roof, each one filled with either a bushel of grain or stalks of corn or other vegetables. An entire segment of the barn was empty, with only a stack of two dozen empty apple baskets, one on each end. There was enough room in the cubby holes for every one of those baskets, and by her estimate they'd fill every one of them.

In order to carry one of the baskets, Ceylon had a few options. She could grab it by her beak and put it in a cart to pull behind her or she could place it on her back and raise her wings to keep it in place. She chose the former, at least for this first attempt. She was still pretty inexperienced with running an orchard since this was the first year her trees would bear fruit. She was quite happy with what she saw and assumed she did well so the apples would be perfect and she didn't want to risk it.

After getting the cart and placing the basket upon it, she got distracted. This was not uncommon by any measure. She was a gryphon, after all. Her mind regularly darted from food to pleasure to work to philosophy on the flip of a coin or if something caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. In this case, she saw a single cob of corn, already peeled and drooped over the side of a nearby bucket.

It was quite the appealing looking cob of corn. Each row of kernels was perfectly aligned, a series of deliciously textured bumps that she could imagine felt wonderful grinding against her flesh.

No, Ceylon was not shy about her more carnal desires. She generally preferred to play solo but she rarely wasted an opportunity to try something new or shamelessly indulge her curiosity. On this crisp autumn morning, that cob of corn was looking mighty fine.

Before she strapped herself into the cart, she trotted over to the basket with the corn hanging off the side of it. Once she was close enough she used her tongue to churn within her beak, summoning as much saliva as she could muster before sensually licking the cob from tip to base, deliberately drooling as much as she could over every single kernel. The thought if those rippled bumps slipping into her made her mare-like clit wink, spurting a bit of her fluid arousal onto the ground behind her.

She wasted no time shifting in place and sweeping her hindquarters around while arching her tail over the small of her back. This exposed her plump round rump and her meaty, pouty lips to the tip of the corn cob. With another wink of her clit, she wiggled her hips to find the right angle and dipped the small of her back, slowly leaning into it, relishing the sensation as each and every row of bumps passed through her opening and slid past her silken walls.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she adjusted herself, shuffling on all fours while forcing herself as far back as she could go. Before long, she felt her rump cheeks pressing against the edge of the basket, the last rows of corn kernels lurching past her lips to lock in place just inside her. She paused and clenched her loins, amplifying the sensation while she subtly moved in place, ensuring that the many bumps and ridges offered only the subtlest of friction against her insides.

In truth, the cob was pretty small compared to the partners she usually enjoyed or the toys she used. But the texture and firmness of it made it really stand out as something special and unique. This was why she simply started rocking back and forth onto the cob, allowing her motions to do the thrusting for her while the kernels pressed against her flesh on entry and sputtered bits of arousal and saliva on extraction.

Ceylon's loins resembled that of a mare (making her a chimera more than a pure gryphon), so that winking clit of hers clenched her loins with each pulsation of pleasure. This amplified the sensations of the corn cob sliding in and out of her. With nobody to distract her, she had no problems imagining she was being mounted by some sort of produce-themed plant golem that needed to plant its seed inside her. Such a fantasy did wonders to make her feel like she had to accept all it had to offer.

After only a few minutes of dedicated rocking back and forth with the corn cob plunging in and out of her, she slammed herself back and clenched with all her might, pushing down with a grunt that curled her toes and made the fur on the small of her back stand on end. A series of sharp bolts of pleasure burt from her loins to go up her spine and down her thighs and back up to converge on her clit, coaxing more winks that further amplified the sensations with each cycle.

Her walls tightened in orgasmic delight then weakened as she lost control, a gush of fluid bursting from her depths to soak the cob and dribble off each of the kernel mounds. Slowly, she pulled off, revelling in each bump as it slid past her most sensitive bits and lurched out of her. When the last of the corn cob escaped her flesh and drooped down over the side of the barrel, she offered one last wink as her loins sputtered and forced out the air that had been pumped into her.

She could feel the stringy mess of corn hair dangling out from between her lips, so she collapsed on her side, raised a leg, and started plucking each one out of herself while being careful to not let the hook of her beak catch on her currently hyper sensitive walls.

Satisfied, she got back up, shook herself clear of dirt and debris, and slid into the harness attached to the cart. It was time to head out and get to work, her early morning pleasure lingering deep within her. Except it was never that easy. Not for her. As she trotted down the barn towards the opposite end, which led to the orchard, she was distracted by the sight of a bundle of 6 carrots all tied up with twine hanging over the edge of another basket.

The gryphon's mind was still lingering on all manner of lewd thoughts, so she couldn't help herself. She grabbed the bundle of six on the way past, lengthy green stems and all, and kept on her way as she used her beak to grind the tips of each one into a rounded, blunt end. She did this while making her way to the edge of the orchard. Once she got there, she paused and slipped out of the harness again to focus on her early-morning fun.

Within seconds of her shimmying away from the cart, she had already done a bit of a roll so she was on her back with all fours in the air and the bundle of carrots on her belly. She unfurled the twine and tossed it away while keeping all six of them resting on her belly, unable to roll away. She had the abdomen of a feline, the haunches of a horse, the paws of a wolf, the tail of a snake, and the face of a bird, a complete mish-mash of pretty much every one of the major races of Dalon.

She wasn't in the mood to waste time. The sun was fully up over the horizon now and the morning had dawned. The dew on the leaves was starting to drip or evaporate, and the ground was a little moist from it all so she didn't have much time before the mud and debris stained her white fur. So, with that in mind, she took the first of the carrots - the biggest one - and slipped the tip into herself all the way so that only the green step was sticking out of her and drooping onto the underside of her tail.

"Hrmph." She grunted to herself, snorting out her cere while doing he best to clench her loins and get the most out of it. It was a carrot, so it was pretty tiny. Not very fulfilling or satisfying despite her enjoying the thought of once again being taken by some sort of floral beast. The carrot was thin, but it wasn't peeled so the rough, wrinkled texture of it felt quite nice. She did the best she could to pinch the base of the stem and rotate it inside her but it wasn't doing a whole lot for her.

Curious, she grabbed a second of the carrots and pressed the tip right into the middle of her plump, round rump hole. She teased herself a bit, prodding at her pussy lips and plucking her pucker to get all she could from it before attempting to simultaneously clench her pussy to keep the carrot in there and relax her rump to allow herself to force the second carrot in there.

Just like the first, the entire carrot slipped in and popped beyond her opening, leaving just a few stems sticking out her pucker. No orange, only green. Two sets, one poking out from between her lips and a second one from her perfectly donut-shaped rump.

Then she got an idea. She took a third carrot, the smallest one, and started using it to grind against her clit, drawing circles around it while occasionally prodding her fleshy nub right in the middle. It wasn't just for that, though. She spread her lips with the claws of her spare front talon and exposed the cherry pink insides to reveal the entirety of her anterior wall. What would be the floor of her pussy had she been on all fours.

There, just a finger's digit's length inside her, laid her tiny little urethra, the passage to her bladder. This tight little hole was much more narrow than her pussy or ass, which was why she chose the smallest carrot to slip in there. Fortunately, her depths were producing so much natural lubricant that she had no problem collecting and coating the carrot in it before teasing her urethral opening before slowly slipping it in.

Unlike the first two, she absolutely felt the pressure this time. Her urethral passage was not big enough to fit the carrot at first so she had to actually force it enough that she was worried the vegetable would snap inside her before it, too, lurched in and popped in place with just the stems sticking out.

All three carrots, all three holes. Two sets of stems dangling out from her pussy and a third one dancing from her rump. She tried to clench, to push down, and to flex her muscles in waves to see what she could do to feel them inside her but she only managed to amplify the pressure in her urethra. She could barely feel the other two but the pressure and the sensation of the carrot in her cunt grinding against the one in her urethra through the thin wall of flesh that separated the passage was enough.

Well, it was enough at first but she still had three more carrots to play with. Since her pussy was the biggest of her holes, she started by slipping the second largest carrot in there, wiggling it in and wrenching it from side to side to get the right angle before having it lurch and jerk its way in, the added friction of carrot on carrot forcing the first carrot to go deeper with its blunt tip stabbing her cervix.

She winced a bit but then relaxed as she realized both carrots were fully inside her, only the tip of the first one's stalks poking out while the second was resting just inside her. The second one stuffed the first one in deeper so now it was threatening to plant itself in her womb. She was okay with what.

But the next carrot went a bit lower. She did the same thing again, but this time she had to use her fingers to pry open her rump flesh to expose more of her insides in order to get that second carrot up her tail hole. The story was the same, the subtle friction against her flesh felt wonderful, but the grinding of carrot on carrot forced the first carrot in deep while the second just barely made its way in. Given the bend in her guts, this actually did snap the first carrot in half once it hit the right depth. She felt the abrupt sensation as it snapped in half, which made her panic at first until she realized it was small and thin, and she'd just have to push it out when she was done.

Or have someone reach in and pull it out. Either way she was in for more fun.

Finally, she had only one carrot left and she knew exactly where it was gonna go. Her pussy was the biggest so it made the most sense to slip it up there, only this time it went on the other side of the first and helped to shove it deeper while not doing much to the second one. This resulted in the second and third both being lost just beyond her lips at the same depth while the first one was as deep as it could go, plugging her cervix in much the same way the carrot in her urethra plugged that hole.

Sadly, this didn't really do much for her. The sensation of having two in her rump, three in her cunt, and one in her urethra was nice - especially that last one - she really did prefer the pressure of a knot or the throbbing of a cock if there was no friction. She couldn't take the carrots and slip them in and out with ease, nor did she have enough to emulate the sensation of being knot-plugged or egg-bound, so she was just left kinda laying there on her back with all fours in the air, and five carrot stems dangling out from her slit and rump. The last one was buried so deep in her womb that even the stem was lost beyond her folds.

Disappointed, she grabbed the four she could from her rump and pussy, slowly pulling each of them out to leave only one plugged in her cervix and one lodged deep in her urethra. There was also the half of the snapped carrot still deep in her rump but she didn't feel it so she didn't worry about it. The squelchy pop sound her holes made upon having the carrots all pulled out at once was nice, and she did wink her clit in delight, but she was satisfied in having experimented and was ready to move on.

She took in a deep breath and pushed down with all her might, squeezing her abdominal muscles like she was trying to give birth. The half of the snapped carrot popped out her rump, but the other two didn't move. The one plugging her womb was stuck at her cervix and the other one in her urethra just wasn't budging. So she did what she knew she had to do, she slipped her hand inside herself, wiggled her fingers around between her walls until she found the base of the stems of the carrots and tried again, this time with a little extra manual help.

Once more she grunted and pushed down like she was laying an egg while also gently tugging on the carrot stems. She wasn't focused on the one teasing her bladder, so nothing came of it. All she could feel was her cervix and womb pressing down on her pussy walls, descending so much that her cervix was teasing her gaping lips, nearly coming out before having the carrot pop out in a burst and land a few meters away.

Unsatisfied and left a little needy, she huffed and puffed and rolled over to all fours with the last carrot still inside her urethra. She knew it wasn't coming out yet and if she tugged on the stems it'd just snap the stems and further risk getting it lost inside. Instead, she sauntered over to one of the orchard trees and squatted down next to it, hindquarters down and chest up, one talon between her legs and wrapped around the carrot's stems.

After a moment of getting in the proper head space, she could feel the levee break within her and relieve some pressure from her bladder, only to have that pressure build in her urethra. She could feel the passage inflate, squeezing off her vaginal canal and grinding against her anterior wall and the back end of the roots of her clit all the while. It was intense, and it all came to a head at once as the carrot erupted from her depths with a shower of clear fluid - mostly feminine ejaculate that had built up - coating her hand and turning to slime as it mixed with her lubricant.

The resulting puddle was accented by a single carrot, soaked with slimy fluids and squirt juices. After nervously looking around to see if anyone was looking, she picked up the carrot, tossed it in her beak, chewed, and swallowed, revelling in the musky and tangy flavours she left on the carrot. She was still horny and hadn't quite gotten the release she wanted so she wasn't grossed out by this as she would be if she was in a clear state of mind.

It made for a nice and quick breakfast snack before she got back to work. It also inundated her with self-arousal thanks to all the pheromones that coated it.

Still, as much as she would have loved to keep playing around, she had apples to pick and test. Since this was the first harvest of the season she couldn't just go wild and pick any and all apples, she had to get the biggest, most plump, and most juicy apples she could find. The ones with the highest ademane concentration. The ones with the best flavour. She had to be picky as she selected one at a time, filling the first basket with the best ones on each branch. So that's what she did.

Ceylon could have just got a dozen from each of the first six trees and called it a day, but she would be shipping this directly to Ilorek for his potion-making experiments. They had to be perfect.

She didn't just idly pick the biggest ones off each tree, she actively scoured up and down all eight rows of apple trees, comparing and contrasting each one at least a half dozen times before deciding which forty or fifty apples she chose for this first bushel. This took her almost to noon, with each and every individual apple chosen in sequence as the biggest one she could find.

First, she did a mental inventory of every apple on every tree before picking a single one. Then, when she had a top ten in mind, she went through and double checked to make sure none had wasps or other bugs in them before carefully picking them in the most delicate of ways, ensuring none of them got bruised and every stem was left intact to ensure a harvest the following year. Some of the rotten or messed up ones she founds he actively plucked and tossed to the ground, allowing bugs to eat them since she could not. Plus it made for good fertilizer.

She would scour the entire lot to find the single best apple she could find, then she'd place it delicately in the basket before returning and doing the same with the second, third, fourth, and fifth best. And so on and so forth. After the third or fourth she found it annoying to have to slip into the harness, drag around the cart, delicately worry about the basket, and then slip out of the harness to climb the tree or reach up in order to get the apple. Eventually, she just left the basket in the middle of the orchard and went to each next best apple.

Even that had to be amended pretty quickly to just getting two or three of the best from each tree. It didn't have to be perfect, it just had to be good. She quickly learned that while quality was important, she may have been focusing too much on details that didn't matter. A few grams of apple's worth of difference didn't really matter. Yeah, they had to be quality apples but at a certain point there wasn't enough variation between them for it to matter.

And of course, the more time she spent running around and the more time she spent closely inspecting each and every apple, the more curious she got about just how many of these could fit inside her. She still had no shame and while the carrots didn't quite do it for her the apples were round and more like eggs. Small eggs, but still egg-like. That must have felt good. And it wasn't like she'd never done anything like that before.

Once she put what she assumed to be the last apple in the basket, she returned to one of the ones that didn't quite make the cut and was still on the stem. It was dangling low compared to most, low enough that she could sidle up next to it and have it right at rump level. She challenged herself to lift her tail, trap the apple between her lips and tail, then force it inside her as best she could. She had a bit of difficulty at first, but when she widened her stance and dipped the small of her back she seemed to get the right angle. By cranking down her tail and winking her clit, she exposed enough of her silken inner flesh to the smooth skin of the apple to have it slip into her with ease.

The moment she felt its bulge make it just beyond her opening, she clenched her loins and winked her clit again, tightening her entrance and tugging on the apple enough to pluck it right from the branch, stem and all! Whoops! That was bad for the following harvest so she'd have to be smart and safe about it in the future. She also had to reach back around her flank to grab the stem of the apple and twist it off so that it didn't roll around inside and grind along her flesh.

She could get rough with her toys and if a little apple stem was rammed in between the skin of the apple and the flesh of her walls, that could be immensely unpleasant to her. Maybe not dangerous but not fun either. Not the kind of fun she sought. The subtle pressure of the single apple inside her was nice, especially as it rolled around just beyond her lips. She didn't want to alter that.

It was then that she glanced over to the basket of apples nearby and realized she may have made a bit of a mistake. It was full, but she was quadruped and couldn't hoist it up without potentially breaking the basket and spilling them all over. She needed to keep it on the cart so she could move it around. Knowing this, she clenched her loins and flexed her pelvix muscles to 'swallow' the apple as deep as it could go. Which was quite deep given the length of her passage.

Right as she sauntered up to the bushel of apples, she did her best to try and problem-solve the issue. Could she just run back to the barn and get another basket, then delicately transfer them from one to another? Maybe she could try her best to make an inclined plane with the cart and slide the bushel up that way. Or maybe-

She stopped herself mid-thought process and narrowed her gaze. Physical magic. Why bother with problem solving when she could telekinetically lift it and put it wherever she wanted with little to no complications. Sure, physical magic required a lot of energy and could be quite exhausting, but it would take less time and effort to hoist it up that way than to struggle with herself trying to find a solution that didn't involve magic.

The day was still relatively young and her brain was somewhat scrambled due to her fixation on using each any every crop available to her to pleasure herself. This wasn't unique but it did affect her.

But then, right as she was about to use that magic to hoist up the bushel, she paused and thought about what she was doing. Not whether or not she was going to do it, but when she was going to. She could lift it up, slip into the harness, and call her morning chores done. Or she could wait a bit, have some fun first, and go closer to noon. She chose the latter.

She stepped over the basket, chest down on the ground next to it and hindquarters hovering over top the apples. Her clit winked, she forced out a bit of her own fluids to dribble down and roll over one of the apples, disappearing somewhere in the basket among the dozens of others. No worries, they were going to clean them before processing them for potion use or eating either way.

Since she was warming up her physical magic, she wasted no time using that same magic to part her lips and gape her pussy all the way to the entrance to her womb where the first apple was resting against her cervix. She winked once, sealing herself up temporarily before the physical magic opened her right back up, the guttural whorls of air getting captured and escaping her depths a pleasant reminder of how loose and tender she could be when she wanted to be.

Without a moment's hesitation she started using her magic to capture one apple after another, pressing them into her slit and letting them go as they made it past her lips, rolling down her cavernous passage all the way to the bottom where they landed with a hearty thud against the others. Half a dozen filled her without any resistance, as they bounced off each other and wedged in next to the others all while bulging out against the sack that was her flesh. It wasn't until the last one hit her anterior wall in just the right way that she lost control of her physical magic and clenched her loins in a pleasured wink.

Her walls collapsed around the apples, squeezing them together and forcing all half dozen of them to shift and grind in order to find the optimal location to rest. Her lips sealed shut, but then the shifting of the apples forced the air out of her with an undignified spattering that left the others in the basket each with a few droplets of her fluids all over them.

She was lost in the pleasure of feeling them all shifting inside her, so much so that she started actively clenching and releasing different sets of muscles just to keep them moving. Each one that passed over the engorged bulge beneath her clit along her anterior wall seemed to coax another round of fluid from her depths to dribble out over her clit and soak the apples in the basket.

"I don't think that's how you're supposed to be doing that." Nib's deep voice plucked her from the bliss she'd been lost to. She turned around and saw her tall and well-toned partner, a donkey jack wearing only assless chaps, an open-front leather vest, and a wide-brimmed hat. He was chewing on a single strand of hay to really nail the look of a stereotypical cowboy. "Not that I mind."

Anyone other than Ceylon would have been ashamed to be caught with her tail up and insides exposed to a half dozen apples, but not her. She didn't miss a beat, she just widened her stance a bit more and deliberately winked her clit, forcing a thick glob of her arousal to splat on the nearest apple. "Well alright, if yer gonna chastise me, you might as well help me out." She swayed her hips gently and used a bit more magic to spread her lips again, exposing her fleshy pink walls to the bright early morning sun. This gaped her open just enough so that her snug flesh exposed the crest of the single apple nearest her lips.

Nib rolled his eyes and chewed on the hay, trying to pretend to be immune to her charms. But since he was wearing chaps but no pants underneath he couldn't hide the steadily growing mass of engorged flesh within his sheath. Within seconds, his cock unfolded from its confines and slowly expanded downward, drooling his own gooey concoction to add to hers in the apple basket.

He grabbed the one that Ceylon had drooled all over, used his thumb to rub her juices all over it so that the skin was soaked from top to bottom, then pressed it under her tail to pop it into her with the others, sensually dragging his fingers over her clit before grabbing his cock to give it a stroke.

She jumped a bit, not expecting that. Loved it, but wasn't expecting it. She grinned and smiled back over her shoulder, then grunted as she bared down and clenched all her abdominal and pelvic muscles at once. She could feel her walls squeezing so tightly around the apples inside her she was worried she might turn them to mash as one of them threatened to pop out. By some miracle, she relaxed and clenched the exact set of muscles needed to keep the apple from escaping her lips, the stem-end of it cresting her flesh like she was laying an egg.

"Someone's showing off." Nib joked as he straddled the basket, cock in one hand and the base of her tail in the other. He watched as she clenched and relaxed, manipulating the apple so it got gulped up and nearly spat out only to be held tight by her lips. At one point, her insides even wrapped tightly around it, a few folds of her depths escaping her lips in a cute little apple-flavoured rosebud.

He wanted to get down and catch the apple with his mouth but knew that might compromise the others in the basket so he simply pressed his cock head against the emerging portion of the fruit, stopping it from popping out. In that brisk moment, he couldn't help but chuckle about the fact that his engorged equine flare perfectly matched the apple's stem end, with his urethral ridge nestling perfectly around it. With this perfect pairing, he was able to gently ease into her, forcing his cock head and the apple both right as deep as they could go.

The girth of his shaft forced all the other apples to shift and glide around him, emphasizing their bulbous nature against her walls and adding extra pressure against her cervix.

She grunted and whimpered a bit as she raised a leg and thumped it down, adjusting to the sensations and pressure while also eagerly pushing back to let him know she wanted it all and more. Her walls kept pulsating and clenching around him even if it only served to shift the apples around him rather than directly stimulate his length.

Nib quickly found the solution to this by simply forcing himself in as deep as he could go, pushing the single apple along with his semi-flared head. Once he reached the limits of her depths, he felt the pressure build as the apple came to rest against her cervix. So rather than pull out and try again, he just forced it in with a pop that made her arch her back and dig furrows in the ground with her claws. He had to grab her by the tail to hold her in place, then slowly gain a bit of a rhythm as he pumped his entire length in and out of her repeatedly.

Each thrust shifted the apples in her pussy, grinding them against every wall and continuing to tease her cervix as pressure built from both ends. This was a sharp discomfort for her, yet the sensations just urged her to keep going, to push down and push back against him; while the actual sensation of having fruit forced into her womb was unpleasant, the resulting release of pressure and deep satisfaction made up for it tenfold. So she sought it as best she could.

In an effort to help him out, she slammed back down against him, her lips slapping his sheath and her clit tickling his dangling ball sack with every carnal motion. Sometimes his cock head would slam her cervix after pushing the apples aside, and sometimes his flare would catch one of the fruits and push it ahead, forcing it into her womb with a lurching pop that gave her a mini-orgasm blanketed in a gut-punch styled bit of discomfort. With every subsequent deposit of an egg in her womb, his aim got a bit better and her ability to manipulate the apples with her walls improved.

So by the time the final of the half dozen apples was resting between her now-gaping cervix and his flared cock tip, he didn't waste any time leaning into her and forcing it in followed by the even deeper lurch of his flare, which expanded to full girth inside her womb to plug her up.

His shaft tensed up as his balls clenched up, squeezing a single but powerful shot of his seed deep into her, a cascading mess that filled all the gaps between the apples in her womb but couldn't escape thanks to his flare plugging her up.

But he wasn't done. Even though his climax had already come to pass, he was still hard, his cock veins still throbbing, and his flare still pulsating to keep it lodged in place. He tried to thrust, to pull out in order to force it all back in, but upon doing so he just tugged out her womb with it! The intense locking of his flare in her cervix ensured that there was no way it was coming out until it had receded, so when he pulled, her pussy walls inverted to form a rosebud around his median ring, massaging his shaft as her womb and the apples continued to grind against his flare.

She seemed to enjoy it, as she kept clenching thigh muscles and pelvic muscles to massage his every feature, her wrinkled pussy walls pulsating, tugging and swelling with and against her motions. She pulled away from him, causing more of her depths to invert and emerge from inside her, then she'd push back so that her pussy lips were once again kissing his sheath, his monolithic member so deep inside her that he was displacing the apples in her womb.

Back and forth the two went, bucking wildly and tugging on each other without being able to part ways. Each time she clenched and pulled away or tried to help him escape her, he'd flare up and pump another load into her, inflating his cock head and making the tie even harder to break. Each time he grabbed her rump to gain leverage, even going so far as to slip both his thumbs into her tail hole to tease her and help loosen her up, she just clawed at the ground and growled at him in pleasure, enticing her to match his every move.

They stayed locked together like a pair of tied canines, his flare plugging her cervix like a knot would a bitch until his dissipating climax allowed his head to deflate and soften a bit. The instant he felt there was enough of the pressure relieved he pulled out, his cock plopping from her depths as it went soft followed by the audible squelches and sputtering of four apples all escaping through her cervix and out her pussy to land with a splat in the basket with the rest of the bushel of apples.

He patted her haunches as he shimmied back, leaving a trail of his own mess creating webs over the fruits. "Good girl." He teased, then stretched a bit.

A moment later, another voice chirped from behind him. "Aw, are you two done?" It was fidget, the doe-bunny delivery gal that was going to be taking the bushel up north to Port Sanri for Ilorek. Undeterred, she hopped up and grabbed the single apple with the most cum and juice on it and bit right into it without a moment's hesitation, the creamy mess dribbling off her chin. "It's good, but I think it'd be better without the cream sauce."

Ceylon and Nib paused to blink and look at each other before bursting into laughter. Ceylon crawled away from the basket, using her magic to hoist it up and put it on the nearby cart while addressing Fidget. "Well, you're not supposed to eat them until they're clean, you know."

"But I like the added flavour. Really brings out the tart nature of the fruit, you know." she took another bite and licked her lips clean. "And these apples, regardless of your lewd mess, are actually really good! Like, the soil here really does lend itself well to juiciness."

"That's the ademane." Ceylon explained. "It's a weird fusion of the natural juices of the fruit with the texture and viscosity of the ademane. That said, uh, I'm a little weak in the knees so let's go clean off the apples before you take 'em to Port Sanri, eh?"

"Sounds good to me!" Fidget agreed.

The three of them all went across the bridge to the other side of the ravine, where they made their way down to the river at the base of the fjord. There, they all chatted about the goings-on around them while meticulously cleaning up each and every apple and returning them to the basket. This took them right until noon, where they were made a lovely brunch meal by the two tiger helpers that were staying in the main homestead of the building. Rex and Rewna, both culinary artists that also worked a lot with the livestock.

Fidget was the one who was supposed to head north alone, but Ceylon decided to join her. Given the time of the year, her mate Leera was going to be in a half-state of hibernation most associated with serpentkind called brumation. They could lay awake, just barely lucid enough to defend themselves but essentially asleep for the winter.

Ceylon and Fidget both went out on their adventure with Ceylon still housing two apples in her womb. It didn't come up in conversation, but it was only a matter of time before the grinding of the pair of them tickled her in just the right way.

That day's trip was mostly uneventful. While Fidget was the one who was hired to pull the cart, Ceylon offered to do most of the work since she was so much larger, being the size of a large horse vs Fidget being about a meter and a half at most. The doe-bunny had a lot of endurance and strength in those legs but it still wasn't as much as Ceylon.

"So do you do that sort of stuff with all the produce before shipping it out?" Fidget asked, somewhat innocently. She knew the answer but still was trying to strike up a conversation.

"Not usually, no. Just had a mood take over me this morning. I'm sure you of all people know how that feels. Leera's out on brumation for a few weeks and it's that time of year for me, so..." she trailed off, letting her travelling companion fill in the blanks.

Fidget chirped back, keeping pace just ahead of Ceylon. "Yeah, ever since I started using potions I've been insatiable, and ever since coming here it's been even worse. You know, I used to be pretty vanilla before I met Ilorek."

"Yeah, I remember. Tiny, cute little bits on ya. Only interested during mating season. On your back or on your knees and no other way. Can't relate. Sorry. Seems weird to me." Ceylon joked. "I'm glad you came out of your shell."

"There was no shell, come on. Enough of that. I wasn't repressed, I was just satisfied. Not too needy most of the time, and a good old-fashioned dicking was enough to satisfy me for a week or two until my urges subsided. I am part bunny, you know. We're not exactly known for restraint. I just never had much desire until Ilorek gave me that first potion. All of a sudden, a world of potential and desire came over me! Vanilla was enough but man, I could enjoy so much more!" She wore a broad grin, her one chipped fang glistening in the midday sun. She was looking to the sky through the thick foliage of the forest canopy, her neck fluff swelling up in pride. She really did love her new identity.

Fidget had a weird response to magic and potions. Naturally, she almost entirely lacked any ability to use magic of her own. Could barely spark a flame on a good day. But potions and other enchanted relics were pretty consistently potent on her. A drop or two would be enough to give her the full effect of any potion, while a full vial could keep her in a potion-induced lust for weeks with an insatiable desire even Ceylon and Ilorek couldn't match. She was almost entirely reliant on potions and enchanted relics for any sort of fun in her life. That's why she transitioned from academia to be a delivery specialist, focusing mostly on magical cargo like potions and gemstones.

So when Ilorek and Ceylon migrated to Itanobel, she eagerly came with them. Not only was a new world going to need a lot of help shipping things from one end of the region to the other, but she liked working with Ilorek and had heard rumours of the land enhancing magic potency. It fit her desires in a way that felt almost too perfect to pass up.

And ever since arriving in Itanobel, this was the case. She still couldn't use magic of her own but potions were just as potent and the effects lingered a very long time. It was like the entire continent had a magic field keeping any magical effects lasting ten times as long as they should. This meant that she was never not under the effects of one spell or another, fundamentally altering her personality.

Ceylon was intimately aware of this and liked teasing her about it, since she seemed to be in perpetual estrus ever since arriving. "Look at you, you can finally fulfill your biological imperative!"

"Oh hush up. I have it under control now. Took me a full cycle of the seasons but I'm fine now. Not like you, ms 'everything is a dildo, and I'm brave enough'."

"You can't pretend you haven't done the same thing." Ceylon teased. "I've not got the strongest sense of smell but even I can sense you on the smaller melons we grew this summer." She then leaned into whisper in Fidget's ear. "And last time we visited Ilorek at his ranch, I smelled a whole lot of you on Oceris. He took quite a liking to you!" Oceris was a mostly-equine hippogryph, stallion all around with a feather mane like a lion, with pinyons down his tail. He also had a gender cycle akin to the Nolse, swapping between mare and stallion depending on his partner and his mood.

Fidget flushed her neck fluff and burrowed her chin into it as she blushed. "Oh, I-"

"Don't act so bashful. Honestly I'm impressed. Lil' gal like you I figured you'd be literally split in half. I've experienced what that stallion has to offer and he gives me a stretch, I can only imagine what he did to you." She paused, then grabbed Fidget by the tail to hold her close, wrapping both front talons around her waist, claw tips touching. Fidget awkwardly allowed this. "Yeah, he's almost as big around as you. I bet you loved Ilorek's potions, eh?"

She only nodded before slipping out from Ceylon's grip. She wasn't shy, but she didn't know what to say so she just kept ahead, leading Ceylon up the path.

"If you ever wanted an audience, I'd love to watch. Maybe we could take turns! Or, if he's mare for the day, maybe I could get Ilorek to stuff you in her!" Ceylon loved to loudly and unabashedly talk kinks, something that Fidget was coming to enjoy, too.

"Both sound fun, but what if he stuffs me into you? You know, I eat you out, he mounts me, and when he bucks he forces me headfirst into-" She paused, then cradled her antlers. "Wait, that might not be ideal. I guess I'd have to go hoof-first?"

Ceylon held her head tall and fluffed out her chest and neck plumage. "I'm pretty durable, I'm sure we could just coat them in lube and have a go."

Fidget blushed again. "H-how have we never done this? We've been working together for two years now, and I know you're a bit of a kinkster. Teach me!"

"That will have to wait for now. Looks like we're nearly here." Ceylon pointed her beak forward to show that they were only about a hundred meters away from the edge of the Rockwood forest, and Ilorek's ranch was just on the border. As soon as they emerged, the ranch would be on either side of the path. It was some time mid afternoon, they'd been travelling for about five hours talking about work and the reports of conflict arising around Rhybute Pass - the one passage town through the Stonemetal mountains that had been growing steadily ever since it gained traction as a key trade route.

They emerged from the treeline to be greeted by the image of a small hamlet clustered around the entrance to the woods. This was a key location in the trade route that cut through the rockwood, connecting both Port Sanri and Rhybute Pass so a small settlement had grown over the summer. Ilorek's ranch, an inn, about a dozen homes and a bunch of farms and merchant stands were all splayed out around where the trade route entered the forest in a neat semi-circle.

For those travelling from one point to the other, this was basically the last stop to pick up supplies before making their way through the rather dense and somewhat treacherous Rockwood. Bandits and gangs occasionally chose the woods to prey on travellers, though such activity was slowing in the autumn months and would probably halt entirely prior to winter.

Since Ilorek's ranch was the thing closest to the treeline, Both of them were able to identify the herds of beasts roaming each of their respective pastures. There were horses, cows, sheep, pigs, ulokar, dragons, and gryphons, each separated into their own fields. The dragons and gryphons each had an aerie, with a high arched cage over top to keep them from climbing or flying while the rest were all simply held in by chest-high fences.

Much of the livestock came and went pretty easily. The purpose of Ilorek's ranch was to buy, sell, and trade as best he could and it was quite the prolific job given that so many were looking to make a life on the Itanobel land.

Among the horses was Oceris, the legendary shifting equine that both Ceylon and Fidget had been formally acquainted with. He was as tall at the shoulders as most other horses were at the chin, standing almost a full meter taller than most other horses. And while he wasn't aroused, his member was known to be almost as big around as his hind thigh. As big around as Fidget's waist.

There were barns on both sides of the road, each one catering to a different set of animals on the ranch. Carnivores on one side, herbivores on the other. The main homestead was a split-level ranch home adjacent to the carnivore side so that's where Fidget and Ceylon headed.

But when they got closer, they were greeted by a rather tall, slim canine that they both recognized. It was Ezra, one of the main ranch hands that Ilorek had hired that season. He often took care of the ranch when Ilorek was indisposed. This meant there was a good chance Ilorek was not here.

Ezra waved to them as he approached. "Hey! Good to see you two!"

They met up at the edge of the ulokar pasture, near the barn. Ceylon offered a respectful bow. "Pleasure's all ours. We have your first bushel of the season!"

"Yeah, yeah. Hey, uh, Ilorek's not around. I haven't seen him for a few days now. Woestijn and and I have been keeping the place running but we kinda need his and Valencia's input on how to proceed with a few of the more beneficial trades. I actually assumed he was at your homestead doing Alchemy at the shack but apparently not if you're here." He went from being composed to being mildly upset, his gaze averting and his ears drooping.

Fidget leaned up to him and gave him a side-hug. "It's alright, don't worry. Knowing him this is probably a test to see how you handle stress or somethin'. Just keep it up, make your moves, and if he gets angry with you tell him Ceylon said you could." She winked over to Ceylon, who nodded in approval. "For now, we just gotta deliver these apples. Make sure they're stored well." She then motioned to the carnivore barn, which she presumed would be a better place and ensure the ademane apples didn't get mixed up with the feed for the rest of the herbivores.

But Ezra shook his head. "Naw, lots of live animals in there. You know, rabbits and rats and all sorts of creatures to feed to the carnies. Means lots of flies, if you get my drift. Don't want to have them laying eggs all over the good apples. Naw, we gotta take them to the main house. Come, come." He was still a bit worried but was taking control. Ezra was by no means the most commanding type but he knew when to take the lead and run with it. His season working at Ilorek's Ranch taught him a lot about being assertive but kind.

At his request, both Ceylon and Fidget followed him to the main homestead, stopping on the front porch since Ceylon couldn't exactly squeeze in with the cart behind her. She got out of her harness and was about to use her physical magic to hoist up the basket ahead of her when she felt the grinding of the two remaining apples shifting inside her. She'd actually been feeling it the entire trip but chose to not to respond to it since she had work to do. Now that she had the pressure of the cart no longer weighing her down, she could relax a bit and use all her abdominal and pelvic muscles to juggle the apples inside her.

Ezra noticed this, seeing that her attention had diverted from the basket and she was just sort of staring forward, her haunches and tail twitching. "Hey, you, uh, gonna help carry this in?"

Without breaking her unfocused gaze, she huffed at him. "I dragged them all the way here from our orchard, you can carry them inside."

He huffed back but couldn't really argue with that. He motioned for Fidget to help him out and he reached into the basket to grab a few of the apples and put them in some hemp bags. However, from his position behind Ceylon and the fact that he had a keen, canine sense of smell, he could almost taste the cloud of phreomones that billowed up from under her tail. He glanced over out the corner of his eye, mostly by accident, and saw the sheen of her black flesh all moist from arousal and accented by the bright pink between her lips that managed to peek out. He wanted to be polite and not draw attention to it but Fidget caught him.

"Hmmm, I wonder if this is a 'look, don't touch' scenario." She said, leaning over the barrel from the other side to stare at Ceylon's hindquarters. She was partially mocking him but also wanted to see what it was he was looking at.

This was when Ceylon realized they were looking at her. She had two choices. Either she could hike her tail down and walk away so she could deal with her needs on her own, or she could lift it up, give them a show, and see where it went. She obviously went for the latter. She had fun on her own that morning, it was time to get some friends in on the fun.

Up her tail went as she glanced back over her shoulder. "Am I distracting you two? Sorry about that." She winked her clit but nothing came out like it normally did; she had used up a lot of her juices already and hadn't replenished it with a drink of water outside the sip she took while cleaning the apples. Less mess, but more viscosity. "I don't suppose you wanna start with me, do you?"

While both Ezra and Fidget took the hint, they weren't quite sure what she meant. "In what way?" Fidget asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Didn't I tell you on our way up? Some of the shipment is still inside me. Nib fucked most of them out of me but I think, by my count, there are two more left. I coulda got you to help me with them back home but, uh, the feeling of them bumpin' and grindin' inside me during the walk has kept me pretty satisfied." She turned to Ezra. "And if you want the full shipment, well, you gotta work for it!"

Ezra and Fidget paused to look at each other over the basket, then both turned back to Ceylon, staring into the glistening black abyss that was the gryphon's rump and pussy lips. Fidget brought a fist up to do a rock-paper-scissors competition with him.

"Best two out of three to see who goes first?" She challenged.

He went to raise a fist to her to accept her challenge, but both were tail-slapped by Ceylon, who whipped them both on the snout. "Plenty of room for you both!" She assured them.

"If you say so!" Ezra accepted, then quickly peeled out of his loose-fitting pants to reveal his already-swollen member in his sheath. He had a spade tucked up under his balls too, but that's not what was engorged yet. His cock was still the first to rise. He sidled up next to Ceylon, but didn't want to make the first move. Sure, he knew an open invitation when he saw one and wasn't exactly shy with Ceylon ever since working with her at the beginning of the season but he still needed courage.

That's where Fidget came in. She was notably shorter than Ezra by a wide margin so she had to dart off to find a bucket before returning it and boldly placing it next to Ceylon on the other side. Even with the bucket she was still a head and shoulders shorter than Ezra. He was nearly twice her height!

Ceylon slowly descended, crossing her foretalons on the ground and resting her beak chin down on her wrists. She kept her haunches open and just let the other two have their way with her. Though she did often like being in control or guiding her partners to do what she wanted, sometimes she would prefer to lay down and let whatever happened happen. In this case, she was chest down, ass up, tail flipped, and legs spread, just relaxing and seeing where the vibes took her. Sometimes, she just wanted to be passive and let the others take care of all the work. Given the long trek and the fact she pulled the cart with the bushel of apples on it, she felt entitled to relax.

The other two almost immediately got a bit of a friendly rivalry once they were both standing opposite one another, hovering over Ceylon's rump. They each wrapped one hand around the gryphon's tail base to keep it hoisted up and to ensure that it didn't get in the way, and Ezra was somewhat surprised to feel the passage inside through Ceylon's fur and flesh. While they were both aware that Ceylon had a tail maw with a long esophagus or canal leading to her womb, it wasn't something that was externally visible unless she was ravenous in a specific way, so feeling the looseness of the avian's flesh at the base of her tail as a reminder felt a little odd.

Fidget went first, staring directly at Ezra as she slipped a hand up between Ceylon's legs, deliberately going slow and being sensual as her fingers slid over her clit. She even stopped to give the meaty nub a bit of a rub before going up higher and slipping her fingers inside.

Just as she did this, Ezra gained the confidence needed to emulate her. He fixated in Ceylon's clit a bit, glanced over to make sure Ceylon was okay with it, then slid his fingers into her meaty folds next to Fidget. While they stared at each other, they each tugged, gaping Ceylon wide all the way to her partially gaping cervix, the whorl of air entering and pushing back out when she grunted blasting the pair of them with thick, moist gryphon aroma.

He shuddered a bit in delight as his mauve member swelled in his sheath and his spade lips engorged underneath his sack. He leaned over and glanced down Ceylon's gaping chasm, getting a good view of her gently wrinkled pussy flesh from entrance to womb. He saw and identified the engorged mound along her anterior wall that marked her most sensitive spot along the root of her clit and the passage of her urethra and the pert, donut-shaped ring of flesh that was her cervix, gaped open to reveal the green and red hues of the apple eager to pop out.

Fidget did the same, but her instinct was to dive right in so she kept her hand on Ceylon's tail and used the other to slowly slip in as deep as she could go. Given her size, she managed to bury herself in gryphon flesh all the way to the shoulder before her fingertips reached her cervix. She tried to used her digits to grab one of the apples but only managed to make it rotate in the avian's womb.

Ezra emulated her again, the pair of them matching each other's moves perfectly. He stopped prying Ceylon's lips apart and slid his arm in deep. He only made it to the elbow, with the gryphon's pussy lips wrapped around both his and her joints to squeeze them together with an aroused clit wink. The collapsing walls squeezed both of their arms together, which cutely positioned both of them so their palms were pressed tight, each one with a single finger wedged in the gryphon's cervix.

Quite ironically, it was Fidget who blushed and her mane that floofed in delight as they locked fingers and held hands deep in Ceylon's depths. They held firm in place locking eyes as their motions triggered a reaction from Ceylon, who grunted, clenched her own fists in the dirt, and constricted her walls with every muscle she had to really amplify the pressure put on her sensitive insides.

The snug nature of the gryphon's depths left no room for air between them. Her tender walls filled in every gap and squeezed them together so tight that they could barely move inside, her clit rolling out to tease Fidget's shoulder and Ezra's elbow.

A perfect time to resist. With both of their hands locked in a hold, their knuckles grinding against the firm flesh of her cervix and sliding past the skin of the apple, they both pulled at the same time, forcing their balled up fists out to apply just the right pressure and friction against Ceylon's walls, hitting every angle and especially pausing to grind against that anterior swell. That seemed to really hit the spot, since the more they pressed against it the most Ceylon pushed into them and arched her back.

Back and forth they went, casually using their hands to pump in and out of Ceylon, eager to loosen her up and get her a bit wetter. So casual that they couldn't help but make a joke of it even while churning Ceylon's insides with their arms.

"Lovely weather." Ezra commented, trying his best to not acknowledge the throbbing desire that kept both his pussy and cock engorged, half the length of his shaft poking out his sheath while his know was nearly fully formed but still encased in his own flesh.

Fidget matched him. "Indeed! The crisp autumn air really makes for a-" she grunted as the pair of them both punched as deep as they could, an aggressive motion that had Ceylon grunt back and whimper. "-A really intense mating season."

Ezra clenched her hand in his and twisted his wrist, ensuring both his knuckles and hers really battered Ceylon's womb, loosening her up. "Oh, really? Very useful in this business. Tell me-" He shuddered gently as a bit of Ceylon's fluids sputtered out from between their arms to trickle down the underside of his shaft and soak his sheath. Once he gained control, he continued. "-How do you deal with your livestock when they need attention?"

"Not unlike this!" Fidget chuckled a bit and let go of the base of Ceylon's tail, patting the gryphon on the rump. "Sometimes they just need a surrogate."

"I see, I see." Ezra then let go of the base of her tail and did the same, patting gently. "I bet we could fit so many apples in her."

"Alright, enough you two." Ceylon grumped back at them. She clenched her loins so tight it forced them both out with a guttural squelch followed by an airy spattering of what was left of her fluids. This left only their fingertips resting between her lips, both of their arms absolutely soaked to the skin with her arousal. "I get that you're trying to be silly but I could really use a release and your banter is distracting."

Fidget slapped Ceylon's pussy lips and clit, deliberately going for maximum impact and sound. "Since when do you need concentration? I thought you-"

She was cut off when Ceylon's tail swiped her off the bucket. "That was mean." She said in between whimpers; clearly the smack had triggered something inside her, a sharp pleasure that was coursing through her body as her loins tingled. She turned to Ezra and shuddered a bit, every feather on her body standing at end. "Do you wanna get them or not?"

He rubbed his chin with his gooey hand, the scent of her fluids invading his nostrils as he did so. Still, he had to be forthright. "Well, I couldn't quite get a grip so I might have to try something else." He had something in mind but wasn't gonna say.

Fortunately, Ceylon was amiable to his invitation so she shuffled over and made sure her pussy was aimed right at him. "Well, get to it!"

Off to the side, Fidget was happily leaning against a fence post, undeterred by Ceylon swiping her away. She was using her soaked fingers to pleasure herself under her short dress, moistening her plump pink lips and teasing her own clit while watching Ezra do his work.

Ezra was still slightly hesitant given the situation and the fact that anyone could have walked down the trail and saw him, but such an opportunity was rare so he wasted no further time. The canine laid both hands on Ceylon's haunches, pulled them apart with his thumbs in between her cheeks and tugging on her pussy lips, gaped her open, and buried his snout in her all the way to his eyes.

He adored the close up view but the moment he felt her velvety flesh pressing against him he had to close his eyes and fixate on the sensations of her walls squeezing his snout closed. He needed his maw open so he did his best to resist her, widening his jaws and snaking his tongue in deep to sample her flavours while he had a chance.

Ceylon figured out what he was doing and why - clearly he wanted to use his teeth for better grip - so she took in a deep breath and pushed down with all her might. She didn't clench, she didn't want to force his jaws closed to make him bite his tongue off, but she did push down so that her womb descended, her vaginal walls collapsed, her depths went so shallow that her cervix was within snout-range of her lips rather than the arm-length away it usually was, and she kept it there while he worked.

The canine did all he could to extend his tongue and peel back his lips, ensuring his teeth could make it as deep as they would go. He could taste her womb fluids trickling out while the firm flesh of her cervix quivered and dilated against his touch. She kept pushing down, he kept pushing in, and it didn't take long before he was not only kissing her womb entrance but making out with it, his tongue probing deep and wedging itself between the apple and her uterine walls.

It made him feel like he was floating, having her flesh wrapped around his muzzle. She wasn't squeezing him, but she was still snug. Eventually, her womb descended so far only half his muzzle fit in her and her cervix could be seen daring to escape her lips.

This was his opportunity. He wrapped his hands around her haunches, found leverage against her thighs, and pulled himself in as best he could, getting as much of his maw around her cervix as he could. With some twisting of his neck and just the right application of pressure and whatever suction he could muster, he sucked that apple from her womb, then bit down on its crest the moment he got a chance, pulling it out of her as quickly as possible!

Her cervix didn't want to give it up at first, resulting in her womb entrance being tugged out of her for a split second before finally letting go with an audible pop that left her gaping.

Very briefly, he could see her uterine walls collapse and adjust the other apple inside her before her womb returned to its normal state and her cervix sealed shut, Ceylon's vaginal relaxation putting everything back in place.

Ezra was mildly upset he only got one but loved the view for that brief moment. He was hard as could be, too. Unfortunately he failed to think this through and now the apple - which he'd deliberately been trying to salvage for the shipment, now had eight little teeth puncture holes on it in two rows. It was useless now, so he might as well have eaten it. So as he was recovering from that experience, he chomped down and chewed half the apple all at once, the juices from its insides and that coated its skin all dribbling down his chest.

Now it was Fidget's opportunity to get the other one, even if she was so short and her arms so relatively stubby that there was no way she could reach when he failed to do so. Only she was a bit more adventurous and was learning to loosen up a lot more ever since indulging the potion life. With that in mind, she once again boldly grabbed the bucket for leverage, slammed it down right behind Ceylon, and got behind the gryphon with both hands slapped together, palm to palm in a prayer position. Then, she slipped both sets of fingers in between her lips at the same time and just pushed down with all her might. In effect, diving head-first into Ceylon.

She wiggled and pushed and adjusted so that she was able to ease every bit of her arms into Ceylon a little at a time. The Sensation of having gryphon flesh swallow her up starting at the hands, lurching down around her wrists, then slowly slid its way all the way up to her elbows was exactly the sort of fun she was hoping for. Even if she wasn't nearly tall or long enough to reach Ceylon's womb without help. Fisting wasn't enough, she needed more. Both her and Ceylon needed more.

So she did all she could with her relatively petite body. She leaned in, wedged her little bunny snout between her arms, and tried to literally dive right in as she did her best to reach as deep as she could possibly go! Of course, once she got to a certain point with Ceylon's clit winking and cradling her chin, the gryphon's distended lips stretched taut around her muzzle and biceps, she had no leverage to go any deeper! She flailed her legs, hooves clacking on the bucket and occasionally kicking Ceylon's haunches and legs, but she just couldn't get the leverage she needed!

Which was where Ezra came in. He finished chomping down on the apple and tossed the core to the side, happy to help the little doe-bunny out. He grabbed her by the haunches and did what he could to push! His intentions were mostly pure, but once he did that and her dress flipped over her lower back to expose her massively plump pink pussy lips and equally delectable rump donut he really had no self control left to work with. He'd been holding back his arousal since he started, his cock fully engorged and his knot swelling within his sheath with no recourse to do anything about it.

Making matters worse, she was a tiny little warm-blooded gal with a set of pussy lips on her that reminded him of the blonde mares around the ranch, with a pert little booty hole to go with it!

He wasted no time stepping up on her bucket and peeling back the skin of his sheath, fully exposing his mauve member before slipping it into her all the way to the knot. She stopped flailing for a moment as she realized what was going on then wrapped her legs around his skinny waist for extra leverage, locking her ankles as best she could.

Ezra leaned into Ceylon, grabbing the base of the gryphon's tail while bucking his hips into Fidget. This in turn jammed her deeper and deeper into Ceylon's massively distended pussy right up until the gryphon's plump lips swallowed the doe-bunny up around her upper torso, shoulders and all.

Ceylon glanced back again with a broad beaky gape-grin, her back dipping and her tail tensing up as she did all she could to not squeeze Fidget out of her before the job was done. She leaned back into Ezra, matching his every buck and thrust to swallow and gulp down as much of Fidget as possible!

Before long, only Fidget's hips, legs, and cute little bunny tail were poking out of Ceylon, while her entire arms were squeezed through the gryphon's cervix and her upper body filled the entirety of her canal. She was stuffed. Appropriately, and with an apple on top. So when Ezra's knot popped into Fidget and made the hybrid gal tense up, everything came together all at once.

Ceylon's walls clenched at the new stimulation and sensation, her womb descended and her cervix gaped to give Fidget complete access to her deepest depths. Ezra's knot fully swelled inside Fidget, Fidget's legs wrapped even tighter around Ezra's waist, and everyone had a body-rocking sense of unfettered delight coursing through them all at once starting with Ceylon, running through Fidget both as an insertion and as Ezra's knot holster, and ending with Ezra as he felt his loins tense up and his member deposit the first shot of seed into her.

Fortunately, everyone was content with how things were going because with that orgasmic contraction, Ceylon forced Fidget out of her with one body-shaking squelch that left her gaped and her insides flat, cervix dilated and drooping out over her clit. Fidget escaped Ceylon's depths, hands above her head with the apple cradled in both her palms while being shot out, knocking Ezra off the bucket and onto the ground with his knot still tied firmly in her depths. She landed on his belly with all her weight, nearly knocking the wind out of him before he caught himself and managed to flex.

He ended up on his back with her on her belly on his knees in a cowgirl position, tail up and rump exposed. Ceylon collapsed forward and flopped onto her side, bits of fluid drooling over her one pussy lip and soaking her one rump cheek before being absorbed into the grass below. All three of them were huffing and puffing with slimy mess coating everyone in one way or another.

Fidget had it the worst. Or best. She was covered from head to hips with Ceylon's fluids, all while also being knotted and tied by Ezra as she laid on his lap holding the apple up.

It took a moment for everyone to catch their breath, but it was Ceylon's dainty tail maw that gently clutched the apple from Fidget's palms by the stem and gingerly placed it atop the rest of the bushel, almost like it had a mind of its own and was acting irrespective of the other three folks all huffing and puffing on the ground.

After a few minutes of recovery, Ceylon rolled back to all fours and stretched out like a cat, butt up and wings out as she yawned. She glanced over to Ezra and Fidget, who were still tied together and had come to cuddle one another as big spoon and little spoon, and used what energy she had left to utilize physical magic to remove the basket from the cart. She laid it down gingerly with the single messy apple on top, wormed her way into her harness, and turned from them to walk away.

"You two will figure stuff out, I'm sure. Clean the apples, prep them. Whatever." She winked at Ezra and Fidget, then started to trot away with her tail held high and the dark spots of her soaked fur clearly visible to any who cared to look. "Tell Ilorek I was here! And Fidgey, I'll have another delivery for you one week from now, eh?"

And with that, she was off. Now satisfied and her needs met, she was happy to return back to her orchard where she could do work and plan her next excursion. She was sure Fidget and Ezra would get along quite well now that they would be together for a little while.

In truth, she had a bit of concern for the whereabouts of Ilorek. He was a bit flaky from time to time but was always good at communication. He may disappear without much warning but would either leave a note or come back within a day or two at worst. To be gone this long and his ranch hands not knowing where he had gone off to or when he would be back was indeed worrying.

This would call for Ceylon to consult the network. The hive mind. She'd have to get in touch with Foxifly to see if her or any of her drones had seen or heard from Ilorek in the past week. It wasn't a perfect solution but it was Ceylon's go-to any time she needed to find out more information.

But for now she was buzzing in the post-orgasm bliss of being delightfully ravaged. Her womb had been emptied, her pussy was tender and sore in all the right ways, and she had a bit of a trek ahead of her en route to her home on the orchard.

This time of year would be keeping her busy for at least a month.