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Wes smiled warmly. His guest had fallen asleep minutes ago and now his physical form was melting away. The foxtaur looked back as his underbelly showed subtle signs of the weight within decreasing while the weight on his hips and hind legs increased. He lifted a foreleg to reach back and give one side of his rump an affectionate grope and his smile brightened, feeling the sleeping essence within respond with pure bliss.

The vulpine flicked his beautiful broom and stretched out as blue flames appeared at all four paws. They flowed up his legs, and in their wake he vanished, the ethereal magic fire coating the rest of him in a wave and leaving nothing behind as the last licks of blue flickered out.

Wes appeared in the same blue flame in a cavern behind a waterfall. The taur smiled... This pocket dimension he held was paradoxically also inside him, and as such...

Sean slept soundly, sprawled over Wes' tauric back, his head resting atop the very hip his corporeal form had filled out. The caramel-furred otter murmured lightly in his sleep, which was soothed by the grand tail curling around to drape over his body like a blanket.

Once assured his passenger was fully situated, Wes began to smoothly walk, practiced with carrying others around in many ways. The foxtaur smoothly opened a pair of double doors set into the living rock of the cavern. This was his home within his predscape, a place he could come and spend quality time with those he was protectively keeping as part of his body.

The square entry chamber was furnished with slate walls, appearing distinct from the stones outside. The ceiling was pure white and seemed to be the light source considering its brightness and no other origin for the illumination was easily seen. Contrasting the smooth ceiling and the roughhewn stone walls was the decadently plush black carpeting.

Wes walked inside and gestured a paw behind him to tug the doors closed without directly contacting them. He carefully stepped around the various chairs and couches set in the middle of the room and to the leftmost hallway. There were a few doors set into frames along this hall and the lights were more traditional electric sconces in the passage.

He stopped at one door in particular and opened it up, easing his way in. Another gesture and Wes had pulled back the sheets on the bed in the cozy room. The walls were blue-green in an ombre from the 'horizon' to the ceiling's cyan, and the carpet in here was a deep blue, like when looking directly into the ocean from a still spot on the surface. Wes gently bumped his hip up against the bed and curled his fluffy tail.

Deftly, the taur scooped the sleeping lutra from his back into the grasp of his caudal appendage and then back down onto the silky sheets. He slowly drew his tail away while turning, using a hand to manually pull the covers back over the chocolate-haired otter in his care.

Sean murmured softly, reaching out for the tail in his sleep as it slipped away, but soon finding a long pillow to hold in its stead. Once he had it in his grip, he settled back down, easing his way deeper into sleep once more.

Wes watched this, prepared to do whatever needed to ensure that he was comfortable. Thankfully, no further action was needed from the way the mustelid had settled down. He leaned over the bed with his torso and gave a soft kiss on Sean's cheek. "Sleep well, my dear. When you wake up, you'll find me easily and have no fear." The foxtaur leaned away and deftly rotated his body back around to slip through the door. He was careful not to bump the bed with his enhanced hips, or that part of his body into anything else for fear the transferred sensation would wake the sleeping lutra.

Once back out in the hallway, Wes gently closed the door and headed back into the entryway. On the opposite side from the hallway to the 'guest rooms' lay the hall that headed to his personal bedroom. This hall had the lit ceiling and slate walls as well, no doors on the way. This hallway curved and descended as it went, a gentle ramp guiding the way down. There was no door at the end of the hall, just an opening into a round chamber with a mirrored ceiling. The floor was no longer carpet but a polished violet stone. What was most striking was the edge of the floor was a glass panel that showed a constantly rippling liquid sapphire underneath. Mirroring that, the walls were curved glass, showing the underside of the lake that the waterfall fed. Between the two surfaces all light coming into the room was blue-tinged and with rippled shadows of refraction changing with the surfaces above and below.

The only furniture in the bedroom was a round bed scaled that the foxtaur could sprawl out on it and still not match its diameter. The bed was adorned with red satin sheets and a myriad of blankets and cushions. Amongst the cushions were other sleeping people, people that Wes also kept very close indeed.

The taur smoothly slid onto the bed and started to ease himself into position to embrace as many of them as he could at once, using arms, forelegs, hindlegs and tail. Once situated like this, Wes sighed brightly, and let his eyes droop. Soon Sean would come to sleep on this bed as well, but not tonight.