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Tritus had returned early from his trip to Central Klyneth after a long day collecting funds from the many satellite businesses that were in partnership with The Vore House of Klyneth, and it was time for him to sit back and relax. He had earned some time to himself, but he hadn't yet decided what he wanted to do in his spare time, so he was casually walking through the halls of the manner to see who else was around and willing to spend some time with him.

First, he headed to the second floor above the entrance hall to see if Leera was available. He loved the time he spent with the boss, but found that she was often too busy or too reclusive to want to socialize. This was fine for him, since he knew how much work went into maintaining the manor, and he didn't want to upset her by accident. On this day, however, she was occupied with Foxifly in her new colors, and was doing some sort of scheduling for new events to take place in The Wilds.

Next, he considered swinging by Yetzer's abode, but then remembered that Yetzer hadn't been seen on the grounds for weeks, and that he didn't care for Yetzer overall. That naga took his hunger a bit too seriously; perfect for the more submissive prey types, but Tritus preferred a more passionate predator if he was going to go that route. Spike was in a similar situation; the orange and black dragon was usually quite pleasantly aggressive, but lately he'd been in a sort of rut, using it as more of a dominance play than a mutually fun encounter.

As he stepped by one of the front windows, he saw Vvilfred tending to some of the front garden plots in his work holster. The stallion was massive and stood a full half meter taller than Tritus, but they weren't exactly ideal partners for a vore session. Sex with the stud was unrivaled, but not Vore; he was still a newbie as far as that kinky fun was concerned.

He briefly considered searching out Shiazo the cloven gryph of earthy, natural colors, but they were always out in The Wilds searching for prey to feast upon, acting as the forest spirit in that area. That was cute and fun, but they were never in the same place for long and were quite difficult to find.

That left the remaining three workers that were all likely in the lab. Vinn was the potions master who had taken on Anax and Cero as apprentices in the production of the many potions that were needed to make The Vore House work. With the help of the saurossin folk of the Vore House - all scaled and reptilian types, especially naga and dragon - he would harvest the ademane and enchant it with the vore spell, thus allowing all preds to consume safely and all prey to be immune to the perils of a belly.

Vore was not an inherently safe act, which was why potions needed to be curated to foster it. That was what drew Tritus to The Vore House in the first place, it was at the time the only way to indulge his fantasy safely without worries about special suits or breathing tubes. Of course, ever since their emergence - with him as their first customer - other potion manufacturers have tried to emulate them and mimic the Vore House experience, but none have compared.

As the adage goes, often imitated, never duplicated.

Which was why Vinn, Anax, and Cero were so integral to The Vore House and were rarely seen outside of the lab. They were too busy harvesting the ademane used to make potions, enchanting them, and in the case of Cero seasoning them so they tasted better. Potions were often kinda gross in flavor, with a texture akin to a mix of mucous, blood, and spit, so they needed to be given the culinary touch to make them enjoyable. Or, at the least, palatable.

He made his way down the spiral staircase from the second floor down to the basement, which was where the lab and storage were located. As expected, he saw that Vinn, Anax, and Cero were all in the lab tending to different procedures and processes. Vinn had his head down in a microscope, Anax was mixing chemicals and testing them with a flick of her serpentine tongue, and Cero was stirring a pot with a needle in her arm that was extracting a glowing teal liquid from her other wrist. Ademane.

However, as he stepped through the door and into the lab that was lined on all walls by shelves and racks all covered in lab equipment and vials and beakers and chemicals, he was shocked to see Ceylon laying down on his belly at the end of the lab table, also with a needle siphoning out ademane from his wrist. The closer he looked, the more clear it was that Anax also had an extraction needle in the side of her neck near her venom glands. Must have been an extracting day.

"Salutations!" Tritus declared as he came in, trying his best to not startle anyone. "How is everyone doing on this fine afternoon?" He felt a little awkward, but none of them had noticed at first so he felt like he needed to make an entrance, even if he came across as goofy.

Ceylon perked his ears up with a gape-grin upon his beak. The black and white gryphon was the first to see. "Oh hey there, Tritus! We were just talking about you!"

"We were?" Cero asked with a derisive hiss. "When?"

Everyone turned to greet Tritus as Ceylon hopped off the table and pulled the needle out of his wrist and healed his puncture wound instantly. "Well, not directly, but we were talking about a new victim for our new brew that I concocted. I think Tritus here would do quite well!"

Anax looked up and down the dragon's body. "You think so? You don't suppose it'd be too potent on him, do you?" She sized him up and nodded. "Yeah, he'd look good like that! I say we do it."

Vinn returned to his microscope. "Sure, go ahead. It's the deep blue colored potion over there." He pointed to the corner of the room, where a triangular shelf was seen housing a series of beakers, vials, and graduated cylinders. In the biggest flask at the top, there was a thick looking blue liquid with little green speckles swirling throughout it. "It's the one on top." He confirmed.

"Awesome." Anax said as she swiped it up off the shelf. She gingerly poured a few drops into a tiny single serve vial and popped a cork back on both. "Come on, we'll go use it on ya!" She walked past Tritus and grabbed his hand, escorting him out of the lab with Ceylon in tow.

His instincts told him to resist, or to at least put up a bit of a fight given the fact that he hadn't yet agreed to be their test subject and he had no idea what it was he could expect from this mystery potion. However, he also loved what they did, trusted them to not harm him, and was bored enough to go with it no matter what it was they asked of him, so he tried to keep in step with Anax as she practically dragged him up to the ground level and out to the courtyard surrounded by the Manor.

"You're gonna love it!" She assured him as she spun him by the wrist so he was facing her. She seemed so excited, which was definitely uncharacteristic of her given her usually reserved tone. This meant that whatever she had in that vial must have been something truly fun and unique, given her talents as a potion maker. She extended her hand to offer it to him.

Tritus was not yet ready to so callously subject himself to their tests. "I-I'm sure I'll love it, you haven't done wrong by me since you got here, but I really don't want to take this sort of risk without at least knowing what I'm getting into and what to expect. So can you tell me what this does first?"

"Didn't I already?" She glanced over at Ceylon to double check her claim.

"No, we hadn't." Ceylon answered with a chuckle. The gryphon was a bit taller than Tritus, quadruped in nature and wingless, which was a form that was uncommon to him. He was the master of transformation magic and often came to teach Anax and Cero how to enchant some low level spells in that discipline of magic, which made Tritus think it may have been a gender-swap potion given his tendency to flip between genders, forms, amount of feet, presence of wings, and color.

Having sensed that Ceylon was about to let loose some exposition, he leaned forward, ready and waiting. "Well? Care to share? You guys are great, but I'd really like to know what I'm doing, here. Always happy to be your test subject, but-"

"It's a transformation potion." Ceylon interjected, anticipating that Tritus might have been about to go on one of his nervous tangents.

With a nod, Tritus conceded. As far as he was concerned, this all but confirmed his theory. "You want me to be female, don't you?" That was Ceylon's favorite type of transformation.

The gryph shook his head. "Naw, if I wanted that I'd just cast a spell on you. No, this is a form shifting potion meant to turn you quadruped. We do know it's going to give you four legs, but we aren't sure what else it will do, if anything. Could turn you feral in shape, could make you a taur, could give you six legs like an insect, we just don't know. That's why we test it on you!"

Tritus paused as he contemplated that. "And why don't you test it on one of you?"

"We were all involved in its creation, and as you know a potion doesn't work on the one who supplied the ademane or the one who enchanted it. Wouldn't work on us." Anax explained, tongue flicking out a bit. "We were going to use it on Vvilfred and have some fun with him while he was feral, but he's busy and has a lot of work to do so we decided against it."

"Makes sense." Tritus agreed. "So, uh, I guess I'll go ahead and take this! Does it come with the default vore enchantment as well, or is it strictly the transformation potion?" He asked as he popped the cork, downed the potion, and handed the vial back to Anax, no further concerns. He trusted them.

Ceylon chirped a bit, ruffling his feathers. "Well, I did the transformation enchantment, so I know that's there. I think Anax did the vore enchantment..." He paused to glance over at her; when she nodded her confirmation, he continued. "...And I think Vinn and Cero each added something but we're not sure what that could be. I'd go ask for certainty, but you've already taken the potion, so let's go."

"Go where?" Tritus asked as Ceylon took his wrist in his beak, guiding him towards the drawbridge that marked the boundary between the Vore House manor and The Wilds. Anax was left behind, waving as her cowl spread out, a sign she was happy and enthusiastic.

"Tell me how it works! I'll file a report!" She called out as the two males left the courtyard.

And that was it. The two of them were now alone past the end of the drawbridge that took them over the moat. Before them, the vast Wilds of the Vore House extended as far as the eye could see. To the north - their left - was a tall mountain with thick forests lining its foothills. To the south, another mountain, but with tropical rainforest dressing its foothills. The two mountains formed a valley, closing in The Wilds to keep them contained and under control by a series of spells that were maintained by Leera. Beyond the edge was a lake, making the whole Safari Zone of The Wilds shaped like a key.

"So, feel anything yet?" Ceylon asked as the gryphon hopped to keep pace, his form still larger than Tritus yet not keeping up with the eager dragon. "Should be taking hold soon, I think."

He glanced at his hands, rubbing thumbs to fingertips to test them. "Nothing so far. I mean, I have used a lot of potions, is there a chance I need more than the average person for them to take effect? I have been a fairly regular user and subject of your tests, so maybe that's a factor?"

Ceylon shook his head. "Naw, potions don't work like that. The effects are magical at their core, not pharmaceutical or chemical. Sure, we infuse some of that with the brew to make it more palatable, but that shouldn't have any impact on a potion's effectiveness." He slapped at Tritus' rump with his tail. "Just be patient, it will come. Who knows, you might even get some unexpected effects to go along with it! You'll just have to wait and see."

This concerned Tritus, as he knew that Ceylon was known to try some pretty outlandish spells and enchantments in his potions, so such an ominous yet vague warning could truly be anything. Still, he trusted the bird and figured that if he wasn't concerned, there was no reason Tritus should be, either. With that in mind, he shrugged and let it go as the two of them enjoyed a pleasant walk in The Wilds.

Dozens of other explorers and adventurers were pacing up and down the paths, looking for something to do or someone to whom they could feed themselves, but it was clear that today was a slower day for that sort of activity, because Tritus didn't witness a single act of predation as they walked down past the hilly region, around the swamps and marshes, and through the meadows and savannah towards the northern mountain range with all the trees both coniferous and deciduous.

The whole concept for The Wilds was a brilliant concept brought forth by Ceylon and Foxifly. Soon after Foxifly arrived, she and Ceylon grew close enough that they started brainstorming ideas for The Vore House to bring it back to relevance, and the first thing they did was suggest that the back lot be more than just a place for clients to enact vore scenes. Before Foxifly's arrival, the Vore House was strictly a brothel, with clients having the choice to pick either an indoor location or an outdoor location to enact their scene with the predator of their choice.

That element still exists, but only inside the manor. Later, The Wilds were filled with a bunch of attractions, landmarks, and various natural ecosystems so that guests could enjoy their scenes with a tonne of variety added. The whole area was a few dozen squared kilometers in total, and was treated as a sort of combination safari and theme park, wherein guests could explore to whatever region they wished and 'risk' being chased and caught by preds or hunt down prey. Everyone who made their way to The Wilds had to drink a potion before crossing the draw bridge, but Ceylon had the ability naturally, so he didn't have to.

"Still nothing." Tritus confided as they made their way past the treeline on the dirt path. "Are you sure Cero's cooking didn't somehow mess this up? I'm not feeling anything in me, no changes."

Ceylon shook his head and hopped forth so that he was facing Tritus. "No, Cero is an expert at cooking potions now, I trained her myself. If there's a delay in the effects, it's due to your natural body and how it's interacting with any other enchantment inside you. Don't worry, a delay just means it'll be even more powerful once it finally hits. You'll see." He winked and turned to lead the way, tail up to expose his plump, black-fleshed pucker.

Tritus was definitely in the sort of mood that demanded some sexual attention after a long day's work, so of course he was sure to get a good, long look at the goods his gryphon companion was packing. The pert little fuzzy balls, the plump hole, and the sultry movements of the gryphons tail were all invitations to dive in, even if Ceylon seemed more keen on the effects of the potion than any fun.

The two of them continued on their journey up the pathway to eventually end up in a region that was sparsely wooded with a stream cutting through it. Beyond them, a series of gentle, rolling hills hid much of the rest of The Wilds from view. There, Tritus decided it was time to relax for a bit. Usually during long walks such as this he used his wings to fly, but Ceylon lacked those limbs on this day so he did the polite thing by keeping on the ground.

He was just about to say something to Ceylon about the potion still not working when he noticed that he felt a bit of a tingle in his feet, and that it was growing more intense as the seconds passed. At first he thought it was just from all the walking, but when he looked down he saw that his feet had grown twice as wide with twice as many toes! "Ceylon! Check this out!" He said with great excitement as he lifted his leg to show. "Seems like it's w-"

A sudden and intense sensation shot up both of his legs at the same time. It wasn't pain, yet it felt like it should have hurt; it was akin to the sensation one felt when they were numbed during dental work, he could feel as his leg bones lengthened and split, but it didn't hurt. The peculiar sensation did make him tense up all his muscles and fall onto his rump, though, with his hands squeezing at his twisted and morphed hindclaws. He had a look of shock and subdued horror upon his face.

"Oh, good to see it's finally taking effect." Ceylon mused as he hopped back over the stream to be with his friend. "Glad to see it's finally taking, but it means you're gonna have quite the time."

Tritus didn't know what this meant, and even if he did he wouldn't have had the focus to pay attention to what his gryphon friend was saying. Instead, he writhed on the ground as he felt the twisted sensations of having his body shift and transform before his very eyes. The images were grotesque, but the subtlety of the sensations he felt in his flesh and bones was enough to keep his eyes trained on the melting, distended scales of his.

He watched as his lower leg and foot split down the middle followed by a grind and a pop of his knee that did the same to his thigh. The same thing happened to his other leg as a sudden shift bulged out his rump and lower back. His wings seemed to detach and slide down his spine until they were past what was once the base of his tail only to then tug their way back up to once again situate themselves right on his shoulder blades.

As the dragon stretched his wings out, he noticed that they were nearly double their usual wingspan, which made sense to him given that he was acquiring mass by the second; his wings would need to carry a whole lot more to stay afloat.

From there, another sudden and intense shift came around his hips as he felt the mass in his haunches grow and grow, like someone had grabbed his hips and tail and pulled them apart while filling in the distance with flesh and splitting his legs in two, making him the shape of a taur! While flopped on his side, he decided to roll onto all fours only to hoist himself up and flop back over onto his other side, learning quickly that his legs were not yet ready to be used.

"So, how's it coming along?" Ceylon joked, referring to Tritus' failed attempt at getting to all fours. "You're like a newborn!"

"Shut up!" Tritus joked back, then was taken aback at how much deeper his voice had grown. He clutched his chest and tried speaking again to see if it was just something with his hearing. "Ceylon do I sound funny to you?" He then glanced over to see his friend had shrunk, and that the trees weren't as tall. "And what's going on? Why are yo-"

Tritus was cut off mid-sentence as he felt a sudden and intense bulge in his chest that sealed his windpipe before shifting through his torso to fill out his shoulders and arms. This made him feel bulky and strong, at least until his shoulders widened and balanced it all out so that he was just bigger. Soon thereafter, he glanced back to see his taur segments twisting and contracting, stretching and tensing before finally bulking up to the level of a healthy stallion.

The image of what he presumed to be his final form gave him the inspiration needed to once again push himself back up to all fours, and this time he managed to stay up! He wobbled a bit, stumbling over his own ankles in the process, but was eventually able to stabilize himself enough to stand tall and proud, his massive, thick claws all digging into the grass.

As he looked around to situate himself, he noticed that some of the nearer trees - especially the coniferous ones with the pointy tops - were barely any taller than he. Furthermore, as he glanced down he saw that Ceylon was the size of a small dog or large cat compared to him! It didn't take him long to realize that the world hadn't gotten smaller, but that he had gotten bigger! He hadn't noticed because it was all so subtle and most of it happened when he was laying on his side with four legs and two arms flailing about for traction, but it was stunningly clear now that he was on his own four feet.

Four feet. Seemed odd to think about, but that was precisely the situation he was in. He was now in a taur form, with all four legs like a feral dragon with his tail curled up behind, his anthro upper body and chest where his head would have been and his wings still on his anthro half. Perhaps not the most intuitive, but it was the result of a potion instead of dozens of generations of evolution.

"Wow! That is some potent potion!" He said as he marveled at himself, arms out and flexing to compare just how big he'd gotten to what he was mere minutes before. "Is there anything else?"

Ceylon was sitting on his haunches in front of Tritus, looking up at the taur dragon with his tail swishing out behind him. "That depends." He chirped with a grin. "How horny are you?"

The question took Tritus aback, as he had found that he hadn't harbored a single sexual thought during the entire transformation process. All he could think about was the twisting of his bones and the tugging at his guts as his body shifted and spit and reformed itself. Now, however, he was acutely aware that his junk was no longer between his legs, where it used to be. Well, it was still between his legs, but now it was nestled in between a different pair, his hind legs.

He rubbed his crotch with his hands - which was also his chest, now that he was a taur - and found it felt the weirdest not having his slit and balls there any longer. Instead, he felt a swelling under his tail as his balls seemed to inflate in place, the twin orbs pressing out against his inner thighs as he felt the familiar poke of his member tensing and slapping against his belly. Turns out he was horny, he just wasn't thinking about it.

Ceylon could see this as well, as he had been peeking between Tritus' legs the whole time. He licked his beak as his tail flicked with increased fervor. "Nevermind, you don't have to tell me, I can very clearly see that the potion worked wonderfully." He ducked down and weaved through the taur's front legs to end up directly beneath his chest and belly, neck craned upwards with beak open to catch that first drop off the tip of Tritus' member.

"Whoa, hey, give a drake some warning befo-" Tritus started before being cut off by the sensation of a tongue cradling the bulge of his cock. For a brief moment, his hind legs shuddered and weakened, threatening to have him flop down on Ceylon, but he regained control and stood tall.

The gryphon seemed keenly interested in what Tritus had to offer, and had in fact been anticipating such a reaction. His own member had swelled within his sheath in excitement, and the trip from the Manor to the distant reaches of the forests in The Wilds only served to build up his arousal. The gryphon's knot was pressing out heavily against the thin flesh of the sheath, creating a distinct bulge with the bright pink tip poking out of the black velvet opening, drooling a silken seed onto grass.

He dove up and nuzzled at that massive cock tip, beak and head all completely dwarfed in comparison to the large dragon's size. The knot and shaft was, in comparison, about the same size as Ceylon's head and neck, and almost as thick! This would be a challenge, even given his natural ability to shift and morph and transform to adapt to any situation. With Tritus acting more as a majestic beast given his size and shift in stature, Ceylon was acting more now, treating him as his subject.

With that thought and goal in mind, Ceylon sidled back on his haunches to get comfortable as both of his front talons cradled and cupped the cock tip before him, catching as much of the glorious, slimy precum in his palms to lick up and rub all over himself. Fully lubed, he pushed his beak against the dragon's ridged shaft, nuzzling and licking its flesh as his own hips bucked against the grasses.

Tritus found that, as much as he wanted to be an active participant with Ceylon, his size and bulk meant that he had a hard time doing much to the gryphon. His front leg tested at the ground while looking for Ceylon to pin the bird down, but found that there was too much of a discrepancy between them, leaving him few options. He couldn't even reach back with his arm to stroke or encourage the bird, so meant all he could really do was thrust and buck while adjusting the position of his four legs.

Ceylon had to keep up with the dragon's rapid shifts in body and angle, eagerly opening his beak to catch more of the spurting mess that was leaking and shooting out the tip all while using his front talons to grip around the shaft, holding it in place. He wanted to just take every bit of Tritus in his gullet, to feel the throbbing and pulsing with every cock twitch and pump of dragon seed directly into his belly, but Tritus was trying too hard to be active and was making it difficult to get at the right angle.

"Hey, could you calm down a bit, bloke?" Ceylon insisted through a gargle of dragon precum.

Tritus stopped, somewhat embarrassed that he'd let his excitable feral side take control. "Sorry." He apologized in his deep voice as he took in a deep breath and parted his hind legs to crouch down, ensuring his cock was aiming up at the bird's beak. He could feel the swelling twitch of his balls and loin pumping one shot of pre-seed after another out the end, every one of which Ceylon caught in one way or another, be it in beak, palm, or somewhere over his feathered crest, neck, or chest.

Content with his experimentation and happy that Tritus had finally settled down in his new - albeit temporary - body, Ceylon finally angled himself just right so that he was staring down the muzzle of the massive cannon between the drake's hind legs. In a comical comparison, he noticed that the pair of heavy balls acted like the wheels, and he was about to get blasted in the face.

Naturally, he did what he could to stifle his giggle, at least until he actually did feel a slimy blast of precum erupt out the tip to splatter a web of fluid all over his beak. He stood in place, blinking as he grinded his beak shut, stifling that laughter further. In an attempt to nullify the guffaws he felt were coming, he gaped his beak wide and shoved the cock tip in, cradling its length with his tongue as its girth pressed out against all walls of his gullet. He had to twist his head to the side in order to not stab the curved tip of his beak along the shaft; healer or not, that wasn't an injury he was prepared to inflict.

Directly ahead of him was the twin-lobed knot, and it was swelling and throbbing with every beat of the dragon's two hearts. Ceylon knew that the transformation enchantment would create a second heart to help pump blood throughout the added mass on the dragon's body, but he hadn't factored in how intense it would feel to have the twice-throbbing cock ramming itself against the back of his throat with double the pulse and even more intense spurts of pre-seed.

But here he was, struggling against the girth of cock that was lodged half way down his throat, its bulbous tip slipping past his chest and right into his belly as the ridges along the length splayed out and grew intensely firm against the gryphon's beak and throat.

Luckily, Ceylon lacked a gag reflex, just like most gryphons. However, lucky or not, oral was not what he wanted out of this. The musky, bitter flavor of Tritus was lovely, but he was just warming the taur up for the main course.

With a heaving retch, Ceylon was able to spit out every ridge and bulge of the dragon's cock in one go, a deluge of slimy precum escaping the sides of his beak as he did so. This glorious mess was perfectly warm and viscous, so he captured it in his palm and smeared it up under his own tail, soaking his pucker while also using his fingers to smear and spread some inside himself.

At the same time, Tritus seemed to be impatient, as he started to grunt and buck his hips, forcing his cock to bob and spew mess all over in webs that matted down Ceylon's fur and feathers.

Under most circumstances this would upset Ceylon, but he was too happy at the success of his experiment to worry too hard about it. In fact, he kept his beak open to at least catch some before spinning around and lifting his tail in an effort to collect some between his thighs.

This worked perfectly, and the precum spewing cock of the dragon taur painted his haunches with viscous mess so thick it soaked through his fur and onto his skin, glazing his rump in the process. He grinned and chirped as his tail tip curled around the shaft and guided the tip directly into his plump, hungry pucker. He braced himself by planting all four feet wide for leverage, knowing what came next.

As expected, Tritus bucked the second he felt the warmth of gryphon flesh cradling the end of his member, the vigorous movement plunging his length into Ceylon in a split second with the bulbs of the knot slapping against the bird's inner thighs and underside of his tail. This felt wonderful, as Ceylon's depths gave a sensation of snugness and tightness without ever feeling like his partner was in pain or too small for the gargantuan member that invaded his tail hole. This made his cock swell in delight as each ridge reached its maximum firmness and girth at once to press against Ceylon's walls.

"Theeeeeeere we go!" Ceylon cooed as he arched his back and pushed into the thrusting dragon as hard as he could. The many ridges of Tritus' length pumped in and out of him, each one crating an audible squelch as the juices and flesh rubbed together, capturing air and pumping it deep only to pull it out with every counter thrust. The spattering of fluids and the quivering of flesh harmonized to echo in the clearing, matching and in some ways overriding the sounds of the nearby creek.

Tritus, though still lucid and aware of himself, found that he was beginning to lose the self control that kept him from getting aggressive. With each set of thrusts in between his brief rests, he found that he was bucking harder, thrusting deeper, and getting increasingly violent with his gryphon friend. Sure, he knew deep down inside that Ceylon was fine and that he was prepared for just about anything, but that didn't mean he was without remorse.

At least until he felt Ceylon's pucker squeeze just that little bit tighter while his depths relaxed to let him better penetrate. The combined sensations of tight opening and the supple, tender flesh caressing him shattered the last of his self control, which was immediately followed by him roaring to the sky as he stepped into the gryph and bucking as hard as he could.

Ceylon let out a screech of delight that echoed off the mountains in the distance and made the nearby trees shudder. He pushed back to match Tritus' motion as he waggled his rump, grinding his hips against the lobes of the knot until it popped into him with one powerful lurch! His rump clenched tight as the knot swelled inside him, locking the two together while the ridged length kept throbbing and pumping more into him, now mixing seed with precum and lubricant.

Having successfully taken the knot - a pre-inflated knot, no less - Ceylon flopped down onto the ground with his beak agape and tongue lolling out, exhausted with rump in the air, hoisted up by the tug of the tie. He lightly swayed from side to side to feel the shaft stirring his depths, anchored by the knot lobes that rest comfortably inside his rump. "I knew the potion would be effe-"

Tritus wasn't in the mood for talk, as his feral side had begun to take over. The taur reared up and pressed one of his front feet against Ceylon's shoulders, pinning the grypth to the ground mid-sentence to interrupt him, silencing the burd as he pulled at his cock, tugging Ceylon's pucker in the process of forcing his length to burst out with a veritable tidal wave of combined fluids.

With a grunt and a squeak of shock, Ceylon dug his claws into the ground and winced a bit, having not been expecting to have the knot so forcefully removed from under his tail. There was a sharp pain followed by the sensation of having his guts sucked on from the shape of the ridges, but in an odd sense it felt wonderful when mixed with the silken sensations of lube and cum lubricating the way. He grinned and found his eyes fluttering in delight as he was pinned down, at least until Tritus dug some claws into his back and bucked once again, knot squeezing and bursting in once more.

That brief moment between extraction and second penetration had Ceylon in his own personal sky-haven, his rump swollen with delight while also just the right amount of sore thanks to Tritus. That was amplified even farther upon the taur's followup, then heightened to new levels when he tugged back out a second time! In and out he went, fucking the gryphon's tail hole repeatedly, knot popping in and out to batter the flesh and tenderize his bowels for what felt like ages as Ceylon slowly melted into a puddle of pleasure and dragon goop, tongue out and eyes out of focus as his raised rump was violently abused. Before long, he didn't even have the effort to clench or push back; he only laid still and let his dragon friend take control.

With each subsequent thrust, Ceylon felt his rump grow just a bit looser and weaker, his pelvic muscles just a little bit weaker and his depths just a bit softer. He didn't mind, of course, as this was what he wanted even if he wasn't quite prepared for the battering his tail hole would get at the hand of the veritable club that was Tritus' member. Still, he relaxed and let every bit of it happen; he had made the potion that created this beast, and now he would reap what he would sow. In the best way of course.

Tritus kept at him, slapping knot to rump and pummeling depths with his length while spurting one strand of cum after another into the gryphon's depths, filling him one pump at a time before pulling out and yanking a bunch of his seed out with his ridged member, soaking Ceylon from tail to toes. Before long, the hole was little more than a sloppy mess of loose flesh and buckets of dragon seed, and he was nearly spent. His orgasm had lasted long - from the time of his first knotting to the period wherein he finally stopped and rested with his swollen member throbbing inside Ceylon - and he was finally getting his self control back. It was then that he finally stepped back, tugging every ridge of himself out while leaving the gryphon rump gaping and leaking a steady flow of silken white fluid.

Ceylon could barely speak or communicate, as he had literally been fucked silly. His tongue lolled out still, his eyes were unfocused, and he could barely keep his rump up now that his legs had gone weak and his muscles had been pulverized by the massive knot. He flopped onto his side, the pressure of his belly on the grass forcing another wave of mess to escape his rump and soak the ground.

This didn't last long, as he quickly mustered up what strength he could to crawl out from under Tritus before the taur also flopped down on top of him, escaping mere seconds before he would have been squished. From there, he was able to see the twitching, twin orbs that seemed to still want to pump more seed but no longer had a nice, taut hole to fill. This gave Ceylon an idea. "Tritus, mate, think you could go for another round?" He offered as he leaned in and cradled one of the spheres.

Tritus twisted his body around and hiked his tail up while laying on his side, grinning as he exposed his dark blue pucker. He didn't say a word. He didn't need to say a single thing to confirm.

"Alright, perfect." Ceylon said with a grin and a chirp. He then reached back under his tail to collect some of the copious mess that was oozing out of him to smear it all up under Tritus' tail, rubbing it into the flesh and soaking his inner thighs before diving in beak first. The gryph nuzzled at the pucker while licking and spreading the cheeks apart with his front talons, his entire body off to the side to better enjoy it while Tritus was laying on his flank.

The dragon saw this and rolled onto his belly with legs splayed out astride his body, tail still up and rump hole fully exposed to Ceylon. His balls were pushed out behind him as his still-erect cock was squished between his belly and the puddle of cum he'd pumped into the gryphon only to have Cey let it flow out of him. This was fine for him, as the musk of the mess had engulfed the clearing and acted as a sort of territorial marking. Still, that was secondary to the massage his ass was receiving.

Behind the taur's feral half, Ceylon was finding himself getting deeply engaged in the dragon rump that was splayed out before him, with the dark blue flesh inside all glistening with the lubricant he spread around and within it. He quickly found himself kneading like a cat, curling his fingers up around the plump anal ring to spread it open and gently loosen it for penetration before finally slipping his whole forearm to the elbow deep in Tritus' backside. Given their difference in size, this was not a sizable object for Tritus to take, and thus he happily growled and pushed back, fleshy walls contracting around Ceylon's arm while nearly sucking him in.

The enthusiasm served to foster Ceylon's adventurous spirit, coaxing the gryphon to bring his second hand up and use both to pump in and out of the dragon's rump. At first, he was simply kneading at the flesh and gently parting to get a look inside the gooey walls of the inside, but Tritus kept clenching and grunting and pushing back so he knew it was time to have a proper go.

Both front feet came back up - also hands, given Ceylon's dexterous nature - with thumbs prying at the round hole before converging both sets of fingers at the same place in a diving pantomime that got him ready. Ceylon then dug both his hind legs into the ground and kicked forth, burying both front legs to the elbow and just a bit further. He then wiggled both hands around, caressing the walls and kneading at the soft folds of inner flesh all covered in dragon seed as another torrent escaped his own backside, further soaking the grass beneath him.

All was going well, with Ceylon kneading like a kitten at the anterior floor of Tritus' cavernous rump, at least until the dragon got a little bit too into the pleasure. The taur shifted on all fours and arched his back, leaning into Ceylon to pin the gryph between haunches and ground. His potion-loosened tail hole dilated and spread with ease, the pucker widening to pass over Ceylon's upper arms, beak, and shoulders and rest clenched around his upper chest.

At first, Ceylon paused with hesitation as he felt the flesh passing over him and enveloping his body like a bag, but as the walls squeezed against his ears and made him feel the sounds of Tritus' body churning and gurgling and beating around him, he couldn't help but extend his paws forward to knead once more, this time on the soft spot of flesh just inside - the dragon's most sensitive spot, a button for anal pleasure at any time.

Of course, the gryphon's kneading vigor was short lived, as Tritus got up onto all four and dipped his spine as if he were being mounted by an even larger dragon. A drake as tall as a tree dipping his back in a submissive display felt wrong to him in his dominant form, so he quickly shifted again, this time sitting on Ceylon in such a way that his weight forced his malleable quadruped half to swallow Ceylon up, all but tail and feet.

When he stood back up, all he had to do was clench his pelvic regions to squeeze the gryphon's body inward, slurping up the exposed hindpaws as his body shifted about inside, beak and front talons aiming in the direction of his twisted bowels. Inside, Ceylon curled up into a ball as if he were finding comfort in a womb as he tugged the last of his tail through the plump and tender entrance to the dragon's bowels, content and satisfied as the walls soaked him in even more lubricant than before.

The sudden shift and bulging of Ceylon's body mixed with the weight weighing down on his anal floor made Tritus clench all four feet at once in a display of unrefined pleasure, another orgasmic wave coursing through his hindquarters as he roared to the sky with wings spread. The climax circulated between cock and sheath and balls until his twin spheres twitched and clenched, squeezing another massive torrent of cum to join the rest of the puddle beneath him.

In that brisk moment, he came to realize that the sun was starting to go down, and that it was likely time to report back to Anax with the results, with or without Ceylon 'present' at that time.

He chuckled to himself, clenched his bowels one last time, and lowered his tail to seal Ceylon inside as he found his functions returning to his lucid mind, where he decided that it was time to let his arousal die down and his more business oriented mind to once again take over. Tritus had enjoyed two intense orgasms within a very brief time, he was happy to help Anax.

He never did find out what Ceylon meant about 'additional effects', though. Perhaps that would be something he could ask when he let the gryphon out of the confines of his guts.

Of course, it would be difficult to keep himself from getting aroused with Ceylon squirming around inside him. Definitely something he'd struggle with, but not complain about.