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Trying Something New and Old

"Woohoo!" Someone shouted from atop a rock before doing a cannonball into the wetland lake with a vigorous splash. Before they could resurface, a slew of vine-like tentacles lashed out from beneath the surface, chasing them and dragging them to the depths where they were to be stored away in the creature's gut. Nobody paid it any attention. It wasn't a big deal. It was a party and that was exactly the sort of thing that was expected at The Vore House of Klyneth in The Wilds.

It was a huge picnic and celebration meant to last the entire weekend. Free admission, and all the regions of The Wilds were open to anyone who wanted to visit. The occasion? They were finally ready for their grand reopening after years of experimentation, exploration, and renovations. The long history of The House was pretty twisty and convoluted and after many years of trying out various ways to bring people's vore related fantasies to life, they'd settled on a paradigm that kept things interesting.

At first it was a low-key affair. Just Leera and Yetzer using the estate Yetzer inherited to let friends and eventually clients see what it was like to be prey in a safe setting. Vore, by default, was not exactly a safe kink to indulge without exceptional precautions taken, which is where Leera and Yetzer came in. Their unique biology - more specifically their digestive cycles - allowed them to swallow prey without any of the nasty side effects associated with eating someone. For about three quarters of the time, their digestive tracts secreted breathable fluids without any stomach acid, making their bellies a comfy and snug place for anyone to rest.

That is, as long as they were on the right part of their cycle. The remaining quarter of the time their bodies were just as hostile to prey as any normal person. They still needed to eat and get nutrients.

Naga of this world, at least the subspecies of naga that Leera and Yetzer were a part of, were some of the only creatures in the world that had this very unique biological adaptation. It was theorized that its purpose was because their feral ancestors 'fed' off the fear of their prey so they'd keep them alive as long as they could to fulfill a psychological need as well as the eventual physiological needs.

Whether that was true or not was irrelevant. Leera liked indulging this side of her personality and would never dare hurt anyone. Yetzer was a bit more dominant about his position as predator but still agreed that certain aspects of this kink and unique ability were not to be trifled with. Thus began the first era of The Vore House.

For the first years of their very unique brothel, they were pretty limited in what they could do. Leera and Yetzer were the only predators, there was no sex or sexuality included - the kink was explicitly limited to vore roleplay and swallowing - and all the action took place in one of the larger auditorium rooms of The manor. These auditorium rooms were decorated to represent jungles, caves, and other natural environments. It wasn't long at all before they expanded to allow more sexual kink play, including pre-vore sex and genital endosomatophilia.

To be clear, Endosomatophilia was actually what was fetishized at The Vore House. True vore in its purest sense was exactly what it was in nature. Dangerous. But at the vore house, the kink and fun revolved around the joy of being inside someone else and eventually having someone else inside you. Because, while Leera and Yetzer were very unique in their biology, they wanted to share that with others. So, with the help of two local students Anax and Cero as well as the alchemist Ilorek, they were able to create a potion that could grant others the same unique stomach and digestive tract biology that let them be predators without the sense of danger or needing special skin coatings or breathing tubes.

This joint effort by the owners of The Vore House and the alchemists working under Ilorek got a huge grant in funds from NoThEn Labs, a nearby alchemic pharmaceutical company. NoThEn stood for 'Not The Enemy', because their products often encouraged safe and mature implementation of all forms of sex and sexuality. The Vore House's goals aligned with theirs in a very unique way.

Soon after launching, they opened up spots for both predators and prey, with the predators all needing a special potion that made their guts safe and cozy. All the action still took place in the Manor, though. Once the potions were established and the business was doing well, the demand quickly outstripped their ability to provide. With word getting out that there was a place in Klyneth where vore could be enjoyed safely, people started flying in from around the globe to see if it was real and to indulge their deepest desires.

Sadly, neither Leera nor Yetzer were prepared for this. They intended their little Vore House to be a nice attraction and nothing more. They knew there were those who fetishized the the act but they didn't realize just how popular it actually was. A combination of them having to close down for a season to make some changes to the Manor and a bout of anxiety from the naga owners meant that the Vore House was temporarily out of commission. For two years.

In that time they made some significant changes to The Manor by adding more custom rooms each with different themes. More faux natural themes, and they even added some unnatural ones like a classroom, a laboratory, and an underwater reef. The goal was to come back bigger and better but things didn't work out the way they planned.

The amount of time it took to get ready for a reopening left open some spots in the market for cheap imitations to crop up. Mostly with the Potions Guild. An alchemist corporation that basically created mass market potions for anyone to enjoy. Lower quality, greater range. This attracted the attention of Foxra, who had been silently observing the happenings at The Vore House since their inception. And she wasn't particularly fond of cheap, unsafe imitations taking the spotlight.

Foxra was a kaiju beast that lived in the nearby mountains, but she was part insect and controlled an entire swarm of drones that shared the same consciousness. These Foxifly drones could basically go anywhere within a certain radius of the kaiju that controlled them. So, while Foxra was in the nearby mountains beneath the Cradle of Dalon, her drones could easily populate all of the northern half of the nation of Saff'Rald, of which Klyneth was the capital.

By this point, things were coming together for a massive shift in the stated goals of The Vore House. Ceylon - the owner of NoThEn Labs and conveniently Leera's mate - worked together with Foxifly, Leera, and Yetzer to take The House to new levels. It was clear that, while the Manor itself had its niche, the need far outstretched that which they could deliver. They needed to think bigger.

Leera and Yetzer were both hesitant at first. Neither of them ever planned on turning this into anything bigger than it was and preferred a more personal touch. But they also hated the idea of disappointing anyone and if they kept their business to only what could be handled in The Manor and its dozen or so custom rooms, their waiting list would be years long and their guts would never get a rest. So they needed to pivot their goals. Adjust their expectations. Leave room for expansion.

This was where The Wilds came into play. Yetzer's Estate was massive. A huge plot of land easily the size of a town. Ten kilometers long by five kilometers wide. Absolutely massive, with a few different biomes all within. There were mountains, valleys, cliffs, a swamp, and a river going through the grounds with a pretty large lake near the end of the property. And yet so much more potential.

Funding this endeavour was quite the task and tacked on another two years to the delay in reopening but it was worth it. Ceylon, Foxra, Leera, Yetzer, and the rest of their employees enlisted the help of landscapers and mages from around the world, transforming the property into its own self-contained microbiome. With the aid of ademane crystals brought from the StoneMetal Mountans in Itanobel, the alchemical prowess of Ilorek and his students, the elemental manipulation of Empress Yelena and Emperor Sanfrit, and the sheer force of will of hundreds of others, they turned that estate into its own world.

A magical, invisible dome was erected and maintained over the entirety of the property, allowing them to control the weather and the ecological processes. In turn, this enabled them to condense every known biome into The Wilds, ensuring that any fantasy could be enjoyed. There were highlands, mountains, jungles, swamps, beaches, icy peaks, fungal forests, crystal woods, and even savannahs all lined and interwoven throughout. Each region had its own settlement, such as a resort village in the mountains, a tribal village in the jungle, and a modern city (Condensed for size) in the highlands, a stilt village in the swamps, and an underground settlement that spread between both the fungal forest and the crystal woods.

The idea was that this would be a safari zone and theme park rolled into one. Guests and visitors could arrive, and live out their fantasy however they wished. The different biomes and settlements allowed people to roleplay, and allowed the Vore House owners to put on special events within the grounds. For example, they'd have a traditional medieval quest where adventurers could go slay a dragon and take the treasure. Simple enough on the surface and there was an actual prize at the end but most people would likely just let the dragon eat them. Maybe a roleplay could happen wherein intrepid mountaineers would get lost on the snowy plateau and need a warm belly to crawl in and get home.

There were temples and altars for ritual 'sacrifice', a pirate ship that was regularly capsized by a massive kraken that swallowed people up, their floral drake Shiazo hung around the swamplands a lot. Their lab at the edge of the fungal forest had all manner of extra kinky potions to play with.

All of these scenarios had potential for vore. Guests could come for the events or just come and explore, see what happened. Sometimes spontaneity was the most excited. Sometimes you just needed to be out for a stroll and get hunted by a prowling terra-drake. It was up to the guests to enjoy their experience at their own discretion.

Interestingly enough, the construction and terraforming and magical encapsulation of The Wilds was not the most difficult aspect of all this. No, most of that was a one-time cost and only needed to be maintained to ensure nothing broke. The difficult part was the constant need for potions.

With so many guests showing interest and with so much variety between them, a single 'pred' potion was not going to be enough. What about vore switches? What about different kinds of vore like unbirth or anal vore or cock vore? What about those fantasy adventurers with swords? All of these added factors made concocting a consistent potion quite the challenge. Any potion that would be employed needed to ensure anyone could be a predator, anyone could be prey, and nobody would get hurt. So, after literal years of tweaking and rather sexy testing, they were able to create an all-encompassing 'vore potion', that did all of that while also remaining inert enough that it wouldn't interfere with any other pharmaceuticals or potions.

That was quite the task, but they did it. A single shot-glass sized vial was all that was needed and one hour for it to take effect and anyone could visit The Vore House and indulge safely. The potion had the effects to make sure nobody could get hurt no matter what they did or what role they took on.

A problem arose when they realized just how nasty-tasting the potion actually was. Potions are made of enchanted ademane often mixed with herbs and flavourings. Ademane is a slimy, gummy bodily fluid responsible for the use of magic which had a texture like snot and a flavour like blood and bile. It was absolutely disgusting. Traditionally, folks would just dilute their potions, mix it in with a tea or water it down with juices but they needed the vore potions to be nearly pure. As potent and concentrated as possible to ensure that they worked. Which caused more problems.

Fortunately, a dapper fellow named Vel'Gahrus owned an orchard nearby called the Nectar Squeeze. More investments later and The Vore House bought up his land and his orchard to start growing ademane-rich fruits that they could use to flavour the potions without diluting them. Ademane could be found in most forms of fauna and flora so this wasn't uncommon even if the ademane from living, sentient creatures was always more potent than the stuff extracted from plants.

Balance was eventually found and the vore potions were about as well-perfected as possible. Nobody could come close to emulating what they were doing at The Vore House, so it was time for Leera, Yetzer, and Foxifly to finally find some past customers and locals who wanted to help spread the word and act as ambassadors.

While their team of workers consisted of hundreds of folks in charge of keeping the Manor and the Grounds clean and up to standards, their core team ended up including a pretty kinky and fun group of two dozen. Of course, Leera and Yetzer remained the heads, as it was their idea initially. In time Yetzer gradually shifted away from the administrative stuff but remained a key part of the action in The Wilds, often serving as a special guest attraction such as the serpent god that the villagers sacrifice to.

From there, two more individuals became top-level operators. With Ceylon being Leera's partner and one of the core investors, they were given a high ranking position alongside Foxra and her Foxifly drones. Those four ended up comprising the core pillars of The Vore House.

Next up came the employees and the ambassadors. Theodit cobald was a cute little salamander saurossin that changed colours; he served as the concierge at the front desk, checking people in. Vvilfred Ashe was the head groundskeeper, a rather thickly-built shire stallion that was in charge of hiring and managing own crew. Anax and Cero were two anthro naga who were also the key helpers when it came to blending and mixing the potions. Kentanni and Wrasir were a pair of pygmy hippogryphs, each tiny but served as eyes and ears in The Wilds. They also had two lads who were hired as dedicated pred and prey prior to the grand reopening; Spike the orange and black quadruped dragon and Tritus the blue-scaled anthro dragon.

Beyond that were the ambassadors; Ithilwen the white wolf, Nantangitan the brown dragon with the hyper cock and the metal arm, Jayri the frost dragon, and Haloren the hybrid dragon. There was a fifth named Febii but she chose to retire and give her spot to her friend, who hadn't arrived yet. After hiring the ambassadors, Leera and Yetzer filled out their roster with a few more hires each with their own offerings. Ryuusin, Sachiko, Shiazo, Rokanoss, Rimefang, Neera, and Fidget. The latter of which didn't directly work for The Vore House but still got hired as a potions delivery gal quite frequently.

Two dozen folks made up the core group, each with their own crews and subsets underneath them. There were other partners as well as frequent visitors that had come to be very well known by the crew throughout the trial period between the completion of The Wilds and the grand opening.

Every single one of them was there at the weekend celebration. The Vore House had finally nailed down everything it wanted to be, mastered their vore potions, settled on a cast and crew, and were ready to open to the general public. Well, it had been partially open for months and the grounds were available for fun but it wasn't heavily advertised and wasn't open all week every week.

Most of the core folks were lounging near a pond at the edge of the marshlands. Most of the shore was lined with tall reeds and lily pads, there was a massive rock overlook nearby, and the light of the moon was reflecting off the gently wrinkling waves of the water in the wake of the eager bloke that got slurped up by one of the swamp monsters that worked beneath the bog.

While the entire crew was there, Ceylon and Foxifly were the ones slightly off to the side, up on a nearby hill overlooking the rest of the crew enjoying a casual voregy. This was Foxifly's autumn drone with the thick fluffy gray and blue fur as well as the beacon-like yellow antennae. While Foxra the kaiju had hundreds of drones all over the region, this drone was the one that had been working with Leera and Yetzer as the ambassador. They all shared the same hive mind so talking to any of them was the same for all intents and purposes, but this was the one Ceylon felt he had come to know.

Ceylon was a shifter. Depending on mood, they could be either male or female. On this night, he felt male and thus had shifted to a form with all the traditionally male equipment. Ever since the explosion of potions, gender in the region had grown increasingly fluid and Ceylon was at the forefront of this movement both as an expert in transformation magic and the head of the pharmaceutical alchemy corporation that helped others experience things the same way.

"Feels pretty good, doesn't it?" Ceylon asked while laying on his belly. He had his chin down on his front talons, glancing down the hill at the others. To his delight, he saw Nantang laying on his back as Theodit crawled into his hyper-sized urethra, leaving only a tail sticking out. At the same time, Sachiko the furred dragoness was laying on her belly with her tail up and another dragon tail sticking out of her glistening pussy lips. Looked like dravus, the tiny dragon that had a thing for finding a womb and spending the night there. Upon closer inspection he saw his mate also had a tail sticking out of her

That was just like her. Leera, the largest of the naga and Ceylon's life-mate, had unbirthed someone and was casually coiled up with her slit exposed and the red-scaled tail of Saethwr wriggling out of her like a lure. She was casually conversing with Yetzer. Ceylon was not upset by this at all; the pair of them were the farthest thing from monogamous they could be. Despite being bonded mates for life, they were rarely intimate with one another an thus had been encouraging each other to find that sort of intimacy elsewhere. Mostly because Ceylon was weird about sex - in that he was uncomfortable around sex when it was an act of intimacy but could enjoy it casually - and Leera was pretty much exclusively into endo and rarely had any desire for intimacy unless someone was getting swallowed.

Their paradigm worked for them and made it easier for them to work far away from one another while pursuing their own endeavours. Fortunately, the Vore House reopening had brought them here.

Foxifly was leaning back against a log that had been pulled up from the shore. Her lower pair of hands - the smaller pair - was crossed over her belly while her upper hands were outstretched along the length of the log. Her wings were folded tightly against her back, slipped into their sheathes. "What part about it in particular? It's been a lot of fun but a lot of work so it'll be nice to just slip into a nice pattern. Don't you think?"

"Oh yeah. So many great ideas finally coming to fruition, so much investment of time and effort finally reaping rewards. Not about the money, though. The rewards are the people we made happy."

She laughed a bit. "Well it's a bit about the money. Gotta make sure everyone can pay bills."

"Absolutely. But as long as we're breaking even - which we absolutely are - then I'm not worried about profit. Pay the people, keep the place clean, make sure it's safe. That's what matters. Honestly, with how much interest there's been over the past few years I genuinely don't think that'll be a problem. Us being unable to keep up with demand has really been the only issue."

"Bottlenecks, yeah. So many bottlenecks. Should have been where we are now a year or two ago. Either way, everything is so pretty. Everything seems to be going well." She stretched out and brought her knees up, resting her forearms on them. Her cute little bug-like feet dug into the grass. Since Foxifly was half canine and half insect, she had elements of both strewn around her body. While her basic form was mostly mammal in look and shape with a fox-like snout and furry body, she also had the limb count, wings, and feet like an insect.

The hybrid's most notable feature was her tail, which was actually an abdomen with a maw at the end. It looked like a traditionally fluffy fox tail but was actually mostly flesh, with a passage that housed its own egg-chamber. Conveniently also made for a great place to hold partners. In the crooks of the tail maw were two eager silk spinnerets. All the better to trap her prey if they liked that.

Ceylon also had a tail maw with three snake-like jaws. It led to his womb, a lovely little chamber he had whether he was male or female. When male, only his tail maw led there, but when the transformation magic kicked in and he was female both the tail and her pussy led to it. Very unique anatomy on his part, too.

"I do apologize about those bottlenecks. A lot of that was me and my administrative blunders. I figured out the ins and outs of NoThEn Labs ages ago but this was just so much all at once." Ceylon apologized, then flopped over onto his back, exposing his belly and sheathe; he wasn't shy. "Hopefully now that I've got it all worked out we won't see those problems in the future, eh?"

"Hopefully not." Foxifly agreed. "Just took us a bit longer to figure out our flow. It's all good." she then got up to her feet and stretched, pressing out her chest. She wasn't particularly busty but still had a chest. Though she had mammal in her she had a featureless bosom, just pleasantly round mounds.

"Heading out?" Ceylon asked while rolling to his feet. "I'll come with if you don't mind! Need to get away from the crowds. I love everyone here but man I need some time without so many people. Introvert here. Socialization is exhausting."

Foxifly excitedly pointed with a gape grin. "Same! Exactly the same! Love these peeps but I think I'm ready to rest. Gonna go for a walk if you want to join me. Probably not coming back."

This piqued Ceylon's interest. "What do you mean? Is this some sort of mysterious 'my part has been played, now to let them go on'?"

"Heh, no. Come on, gonna take one last look at this beautiful place. Would love if you could share it with me." She toed herself off the ground and spread her wings so she was hovering just a bit, her bug-like feet just brushing the tips of the grass beneath her.

Ceylon followed her, mind swirling and heart racing. Not entirely sure what was going on. He had ideas but didn't want to be rude by loudly blurting anything out. He actively chose to not read Foxifly's mind to get answers - not that it would be easy considering her actual soul was far away and this was just a drone - but had heard phrasing similar to that in the past. Usually it didn't mean good things were on the horizon. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long. Just as they were out of earshot of the others all having fun around the pond, she turned to him while hovering backwards.

She asked for his front talon and looked him in the eyes, her glistening compound irises reflecting the moonlight. "I'm dying, Cey." She said with the most serious, solemn voice.

He gulped, not sure what to say. "I can help, you know. I have-"

Foxifly just patted his talon gently while she chuckled at him with a sly, half-cocked smirk. Once she made it clear she was facetious, she turned away. This confused Ceylon for a moment and actually made the gryphon mildly infuriated before she elaborated further. "Well, this body is retiring, so to speak. I'm not dying. Don't be so dramatic." She winked and waved him off before pulling away.

With a sigh of relief, Ceylon had to pause and double down. "So what exactly does that mean?" He really should have known the answer but had been so fixated on getting the Vore House up and running that his brain forgot some key anatomical features of his long standing friend.

"You don't remember? Sheesh, your memory is odd. I swear I told you this before, but hey, it's not a big deal. Lemme explain once we get there." She kept hovering as she made her way around the pond and into the open savannah. To the left - the north - was the icy mountains and cliffs with the ski resort and crystal mines. To the right - the south - was the jungle hills with the multi-layered steps of waterfalls and hot springs, the temple caves carved into the hillside like a hive.

All the while, Ceylon couldn't help but scour his past memories for answers. Despite living for many years and having accumulated many lifetimes' worth of knowledge, he forgot things a lot. If something wasn't at the forefront of his memory, the details would fade until they were refreshed. This was likely one of those situations. He could remember many ancillary details about their many lives together but the exact nature of what she spoke of seemed to elude his prodding mind.

They were almost to the crystal woods when Ceylon had to ask. "Honestly, this sounds like a big deal. So you're dying, but not?" He was still struggling to try to remember those details he knew was locked away in his mind but had mostly given up. Though he wanted to be polite he couldn't wait any longer and needed to get answers. Not knowing things was the truest form of frustration for him.

"This body is dying. I'm not." She explained. "Did you think every drone of mine lives forever? We can't all be like you, you know. I mean, we probably could but I don't want to think about it. Can you imagine an elderly Foxifly?"

Ceylon kept pace and shrugged, his tail swishing behind him. "Clearly I've not really thought about it in a very long time. But now that you're bringing it up and making me ponder the details, I do seem to recall some of the important bits."

"There it is! Come on, what do you remember?" She winked at him with her one compound eye. The green one. She was teasing gently but still having some fun with it. Foxifly knew that Ceylon understood her unique biology, it just hadn't come up in conversation for so long the gryphon probably let it slip his mind. That was fine. People forget things. Even eternal creatures.

After a moment's pause to reflect, they continued to walk along the path straddling the foot of the cliffs and the savannah in the valley. This gave the gryphon time to plumb the depths of his thoughts before getting a hold of something. His ears perked. "Right, right. I remember now. Drones. Hive mind. Correct me if I get any of the details wrong. So, your main body, the one controlling all these drones, lives far away in the mountains beneath the Cradle of Dalon. West of Klyneth, right?"

"Mmhmm!" She buzzed at him, antennae twitching. She was hovering steadily, going backwards while her bug-like toes remained just above the grass tips.

"And your drones are seasonal?" Ceylon paused to try to recall the details. "Yeah, seasonal. Every season, you lay a clutch of eggs that hatch dozens or even as much as a hundred drones. Each season has slightly different attributes, and each one lasts a whole year before...I don't actually know, now that I think about it. I just see the replacements come and go but I have no idea what happens to the old drones that retire."

Foxifly got into a sitting position while hovering, legs crossed and elbows on her knees while smiling close to Ceylon. "Oh, they just drop dead, really. Yep. Like a switch has been flipped, they just stop operating. Usually I try to keep them retiring close to the hive mountain so they can be carried back to my kaiju form to be, uh, reabsorbed back into the collective."

"Creepy." Ceylon joked. "So, you eat them?"

"Sometimes. I actually do have ways to unbirth them, sort of repurpose their bodies in the new eggs so no body is wasted. But yeah, they live a full life of about a year, then they begin the cycle anew. Can't really do that this weekend, though. This drone's body in particular won't be rejoining the collective because her expected deactivation falls on the grand opening celebration. But don't worry, even if the body will be passing on, my mind will remain the same."

Ceylon nodded. "That's good. Hive mind for the win, I suppose?"

"Yeah. Think of it less like death and more like shedding skin or fur. This body is a vessel for my mind, same as the hundreds of others around the region, and once its purpose has come to its conclusion I just replace it. Honestly have another one of my drones making its way to your location and should arrive tomorrow. It's a winter drone with thick carapace to protect from the relative cold." She paused to buzz at Ceylon for a bit before chuckling again. "You know, this expository dialogue can be a lot of fun with you."

"I like to be thorough." He shrugged as he kept walking. "I like to write, so I tend to think the way an author would. Even when I'm just hanging around the house with Leera I occasionally narrate my actions. It's a good practice, you know?"

Foxifly buzzed louder, her antennae rubbing together to chirp like a cricket. "Absolutely! Plus, you tend to over-think things so it's good to have that clarity."

Ceylon nudged her while she hovered, nearly throwing her off balance. "Still kinda sad, though. This body of yours has been so instrumental in The Vore House's grand reopening. So many people recognize this form of yours, and even though I know it's still you, it'll be strange seeing a different body. A different shape. Different colours. How different are we talking?" He asked, keeping pace behind her. "You gonna be some unrecognizable hissing creature or a sleek insect-mammal model?"

She stumbled a bit more, her hovering getting a bit more erratic. This wasn't just a result of Ceylon's nudge but an apparent weakness from her drone being at the end of its cycle. She eventually glided over to rest on Ceylon's back again, trying to avoid addressing the fatigue that had built in her. "Not too different. Maybe different colours, a slightly different facial structure. Like I said, winter colours are coming, so that one will be white and blue with red antennae. Really nice, actually. A bit more resilient against the more chilly weather. Bit of extra fluff under the exoskeleton."

"And you just want to, I dunno, go die in a pit or something?" Ceylon seemed a bit confused.

"No, of course not! I just want to go somewhere that my body's remains are best likely to be reabsorbed into the land. Best place to do that is in the crystal wood, where the high concentration of ademane in my body will allow the crystal resonance to amplify my decomposition. We're not opening for a month or so, this form will have been completely taken back by the land by then."

Ceylon blinked and gulped. "I mean, I'm not entirely sure that's a good idea. A dead body in a place where we actively praise how safe our potions are is not really the best idea."

She blinked a few times, then laughed at herself. "You know, I hadn't really thought about that. Well, I kind of had but assumed the exoskeleton parts would break down quicker and it wouldn't be an issue. You are absolutely right; so what do you suggest instead?" She crawled up past Ceylon's neck and shoulders so that she was staring him in the eyes, upside down with her antennae tickling his beak.

"You really wanna ask me that?" He raised an eyebrow with a seductive grin and used one wing to push her over while on his back. "I mean, if you're retiring this form, I genuinely don't see why we don't have ya go out with a bang! I know the Vore House is pretty strict on permanent vore, but no better place to curl up and enter your eternal sleep than in my womb. Or, you know, try all the kinky stuff you don't normally do!"

"I was thinking something like that! Glad to see we're on the same page!" She got back to her position sitting on Ceylon's back, straddling him. "So what have you got in mind?"

Though Ceylon kept walking along the trail, the glowing edge of the crystal wood appearing around the corner of the cliffs, he didn't know how to answer. "I, uh, hadn't thought that far forward, actually. Well, that's not entirely true; I'm always thinking about all sorts of fun stuff we could do if we were both miraculously in the mood. Feelin' kinda male today, hence my sheath and all that, and that's not usually my default so I'm less prepared for impromptu fun. If I was female I could think of a dozen more kinky fun ideas we could enjoy but right now, I just, I dunno, kinda wonderin' how tight you are."

"Sounds like a good start to me! I'm also kinda curious what it feels like having a knot that size in me. Gonna be a strange feeling, to be honest." She kept cross legged on his back, rocking side to side as Ceylon continued to trot; she was smiling at the sky, fantasizing.

"Wait, you've never been knotted? I mean, I've never seen it but you're not the most bombastic or showy of preds here."

"Oh, yeah of course, just not by someone your size. When I go the more vanilla route I usually stick to folks my own size, or there's vore or unbirth involved. Average knots and full bodies are my diet, when you think about it. I have had Rokanoss and Ryuusin knot my tail, but that's not the same." She flicked her tail maw and used its lips to pluck the fur and feathers at the base of Ceylon's back.

Ceylon felt the pinch and lurched forward. "Oh, right, yeah. Makes sense. I have to say, though, my creativity isn't quite as fluid in male form. You wanna take point?"

"Sure! You got limits?" Her voice as accented with an excitable buzz. "Communication is key."

"Not really, no. I mean, no gore or nothin' but otherwise I'll say something!"

"Glad to hear it. We're just about there." The pair of them made it through the treeline of the Crystal Woods, where the teal glow of the ademane crystals bathed them and the vegetation around them. The crystals themselves were growing out of the ground, out of rocks, and out of the trunks of trees with mosses and bark growing over them as the cycle of nature competed for attention. Most importantly, there was a low frequency hum the pair of them could feel in their bodies but only barely hear. It resonated through and around them, coursing through their bodies as they came to find themselves next to a stream.

In the crystal woods, most everything had the subtlest of teal accents due to the light emanating from the ademane crystals. Even the tiny stream next to them had a sub-aquatic glow that danced as the water cascaded over the crystal-laden riverbed.

"Beautiful." Foxifly said as she stepped away. "It really is beautiful what we've created here."

Ceylon snapped his talon-fingers before pointing at her, jokingly aiming a claw at her voluptuous rump. "No, you're beautiful." He winked, too. To really sell the silliness.

She turned to him and flicked him on the beak. "Come on, I'm being serious."

"I know, but it's kind of a solemn situation, isn't it? I mean, I'm trying my best to not take things too seriously given that it's not a dire reality but it's still sad to think about." Ceylon confessed. "You know I'm usually the type to either disassociate or make jokes."

"Yeah. Yeah I know that all too well. Can make you hard to work with sometimes since you either try too hard to be logical or won't take anything seriously." She leaned in and cradled his lower beak so that the crest of his upper beak was nestling against her fluffy chest. "So why not relax a bit?"

He scoffed a bit into her moth-like fuzz, his voice slightly garbled as he spoke into her chest. "I'm trying to be serious. It doesn't work too much. I can be intense, to be honest. I dunno, I've always had a hard time with normal folks. Either I'm too silly, not emotional enough, or too emotional. You know, when I'm angry I can be scary."

"You? Scary? I know you too well to believe that."

"I'm serious!" Ceylon declared as he raised his head and laid his chin on her shoulder, pinning her to the ground while hooking his beak around her back to tickle the base of her gossamer wings. "I wouldn't say I have anger 'issues' but I can be very passionate. You ever seen me play video games? Some of the hard ones I take way too seriously and throw the controller. Would never take out that anger on a person or anything living but I've had Styreks whimper and leave the room on me."

She used her antennae to tickle Ceylon behind the ear, buzzing gently while also stroking his neck with both her upper hands. "Naw, I can't see it. Styreks is a cutie. That laurossin boyo ain't afraid of anything. Even when there's a celebration or fireworks going off he doesn't even flinch."

"Exactly." Ceylon asserted. "He's not afraid of anything but as soon as I start getting angry at my games he gets scared. I've never, ever had to discipline him in any way so I don't know why he's scared, but he is. I guess he just really likes me or something and doesn't wanna see me angry. At least I have Leera there to strike and coil me if she feels I'm getting too angry."

"I mean, maybe you could use someone to talk to? If it gets that bad, maybe you should-"

"Naw. Not interested. I have you. I have Leera. I have Yetzer and the others. I'm not going to start sharing with a therapist or something. You know how many stories I have to tell. Not worth my time, really. Besides, the issue isn't something a therapist can help with. Being telepathic means I could just scan their brains and internally map out where our conversations would go. Takes the fun out of it."

She laughed a bit, a single huff of her chest while she brought all four hands up to start stroking Ceylon's neck plumage. This was somewhat uncharacteristic of her so Ceylon shut his beak and stopped talking. He wanted to let her explore at her own pace. Instead, it was Foxifly who changed the subject by speaking in a soft tone.

"Things have changed a lot. For both of us. For the better, I think. Sure, there were setbacks and I'll never sit here and pretend there haven't been problems, but things are finally looking up." She kept all four palms against the gryphon's neck, tickling him between the feathers while walking her digits down to his shoulders. "Our lives are not like others. Living this long, with a mind that never ages but bodies that come and go makes it hard to form bonds the same way others do. Most people, they feel love in a more conventional life." She paused to let it sink in, moreso for her own reflection than his.

Ceylon nodded, his muscular neck tensing against her touch. "They're mortal, so they want to live their lives with someone else. They know they won't be around forever so they want a family. A legacy. They want someone to remember them. We don't have that so it's easy to get detached. It's sort of a double-edged sword, really. Living as long as we do. As we have. On one hand, we don't have to worry about time. About getting things done on a deadline or making something of ourselves before we expire. It means we don't have as much stress but it also means we don't feel attachment the same as everyone else. It works for me because I was always sort of introverted."

"And it works for me because I'm a hive mind. I mean, I'm one mind controlling so many bodies but each body also sort of has its own experiences and unique experience, making each body gain its own insight and personality. Still just me, but with split personalities that come and go. I guess in that sense it's still kind of sad." She made her way to Ceylon's side, nestling into his flank as her compound eyes wavered a bit, her body weakening.

In response, Ceylon flopped down onto his side with his wings folded underneath him, allowing Foxifly to land atop him. She wasn't expired yet but it was clear she was on her way out. "I suppose you could say that the cycle of life and death is what makes our existence have meaning. Without conflict and resolution, there's no ride to enjoy."

She pushed into Ceylon with surprising strength, forcing the gryphon to roll onto his back with all four paws folded on his chest. "Yeah, something like that." She had gone from solemn and introspected to casual and aloof once more. It was common for her to shift moods as needed.

Ceylon often assumed that her sudden and abrupt mood changes had something to do with syncing with the hive mind. Maybe another one of her bodies was having fun or just learned something glorious and that joy transferred. Or maybe the refreshing of her thoughts gave her new perspective. It gave her nearly limitless knowledge and multi-tasking ability but occasionally made her seem distant. Something Ceylon could relate to. "So are you saying that the best way to enjoy life is to test your limits?" He was mostly being cheeky but he could tell by the tension in her inner thighs squeezing his belly that he'd triggered something in her.

She grinned down at him, her antennae rubbing together to chirp while her throat and neck started to buzz, gossamer wings gently fanning behind her. "You know, for how smart and kinky you are, you're really hard to get excited."

He just blinked. "I wasn't sure if we were flirting or having a solemn moment."

"It can be both, you know." She leaned down so that her chest was pressed to his, sharing her buzzing with his emerging feline purring. "We're both very strange creatures from top to bottom."

"You know it. Both pretty distant, emotionally, but kinky as can be." She then spun around while still straddling his belly so that her tail was on his chest, the maw tip drooling onto the gryphon's neck plumage while she arranged her upper body to be hovering over Ceylon's sheath and balls. "In all the time I've known you I don't think I've ever actually seen you like this." She was referring to his male parts.

Ceylon was gender fluid, with a general female lean. Either smooth and devoid of any gender-defining characteristics or blessed with an equine pair of pussy lips. Rarely was he male or sporting a pair of testicles. Even when male he wasn't fond of them since they were just extra sensitive in a way he didn't like. Same way he didn't use his transformation magic to grow a pair of breasts. No matter the form, Ceylon liked to be smooth and discrete. Whether male, female, or nonbinary, he always chose the least distinct sexual dimorphic characteristics.

Foxifly's gentle tease seemed to rouse something deep within Ceylon, who clenched his loins to get some blood flowing. Within seconds, the tip of his cock was emerging from his sheath, the heat and moisture of it coaxing a gentle wisp of steam to billow up from its emerging shaft.

"Well well! That wasn't so hard!" She joked while leaning down to knead at either side of his sheath with all four of her hands. At the same time, she started grinding her hips against Ceylon's belly, riding the underside of his ribs where they met his belly. "Not gonna lie, I'm getting pretty excited myself. Not very often this happens, so best make use of the time we have."

The entire time she was grinding on his belly, Ceylon was granted the image of her tail maw hovering above his beak, drooling all over him. It was swaying back and forth like a snake, its fleshy body throbbing and pulsating in waves. She had a very unique tail maw, since it looked like a big bushy fox tail but was actually an insect-like abdomen covered in a thin layer of moth fuzz adorning a fluffy exoskeleton barely held together by membranes and fleshy muscle.

Despite her tail maw having an exoskeleton, it was actually quite malleable since it was made up of plates connected by tissue that could stretch to great lengths. Layered over one another like snake scales, only covered in fur. It meant her tail was both soft and squishy while also being firm and resistant to impact or damage. It also meant that it could expand like a snake to swallow things many times its girth. Hence why she was able to take Rokanoss's cock in her tail maw but not her pussy.

Beyond that, Ceylon also knew just enough about her anatomy to know that her tail maw didn't lead to her stomach. It led to her womb. Which meant that it was more like a second vaginal canal than a maw, it just had an opening that could extend and bite down and suck in prey.

Very unique anatomy.

But as it hovered over Ceylon, he got a much better and more intimate look at what was going on inside. He'd felt her before, in a display for the other Vore House guests, but this was one of the first times they'd ever enjoyed each other's company strictly for the fun of it. He couldn't help but reach out and cradle the lower jaw of her tail maw right where the upper and lower jaws met, appreciating its cute responses.

The tail maw nuzzled into his palms, the rumbling vibrations of her buzzing coursing through it. Its jaws remained sealed shut but it was leaking fluids all over. One could call it drool or saliva, but it was closer to a thick, viscous vaginal fluid. Ironically, some liked to call pussy juice 'nectar', but with Foxifly it was actually pretty accurate since she was partially insect and thus converted actual nectar into various bodily fluids. As such, it had a floral, almost fruity scent, one that soaked into Ceylon's chest feathers.

Right as he was about to slip a thumb in between the tail maw's lips to open it up, he got a bit of a pleasant surprise as Foxifly leaned down and started rubbing and peeling back Ceylon's sheath.

She wrapped both her lower hands around it and pushed down, kneading in a way that not only massaged Ceylon's member inside but also peeled the skin back, slowly but gradually revealing every bit of his flesh to the chilly, evening air. The steam that billowed up from his member was a bit more musky than her floral aromas, a bit more intense and masculine. A strange sensation for Ceylon, something he actually felt a little self-consious about. He wasn't usually a drake.

Fortunately, the scent hit Foxifly in the right ways. She was not the horniest gal out there but a potent blast of pheromones would trigger something in pretty much anyone with the right blend. Given her trust in Ceylon and willingness to open herself up a bit, she couldn't help but let herself indulge a few of her more lewd curiosities. No words were needed. Both of them were past the point of curiosity and had slowly descended to a place of sexual exploration.

Foxifly was first to test things out and push the limits a bit. She was not shy, either. While she mostly kept a low-key personality for the guests and clients, she was a bit more open with herself and her desires when alone with some of her favourite people. In this case, she had no qualms whatsoever about pressing her chest to Ceylon's belly and nuzzling the length of his cock shaft, grinning and smirking as his barbed tip tickled her cheek and the copious fluids smeared all over her fur.

That wasn't the primary focus, though; more importantly, she was using all four hands to caress and stroke his shaft and sheath. Her upper lower pair of arms were wrapping around his shaft and squeezing, gently tugging his length and catching on the barbs while her upper pair of hands were extended outward to focus more on his knot and sheath.

At the same time, Ceylon was using this opportunity to give her tail maw a bit more attention. He was vaguely familiar with it but hadn't really done much to explore it on a recreational basis. As she was focusing on his member, his attention was only barely on that part of his body. Most of his concentration went right into the drooling lips of her tail maw, which were oozing her slime all over him. Not only that, but the lips were puckering and slightly gaping before closing up again.

It didn't take long before he started really urging her to open up for him. He kept the tail maw's lower jaw cradled in both his palms while caressing its cheeks with his fingertips and wedging his thumbs into the crooks of the maw, prying open her lips. There was a bit of resistance, but after a few moments, every muscle in her tail-maw abdomen relaxed and the maw itself opened, revealing the splotched, two-toned blue flesh to the glistening reflections of the teal glow of the crystal woods.

In spite of this, Foxifly was still mostly focused on what she was doing. Both of them were so comfortable with one another they could just casually explore the other without having to get intimate.

She had been with many dragons since she started working at the Vore House but nothing was quite like a gryphon cock. Ceylon's member was overloaded with textures and features from the tip to the base, starting with a tapered, pointed-tipped head lined by barbs akin to a cat's tongue. Great for teasing flesh and tickling partners deep inside. She was having a bit of fun nuzzling it, using her finger tips to pluck and tweak the barbs, and squeeze them down flat against his length. Down his length, the shaft between tip and knot was both tapered and bulged half way, with tiny little bumps down the side akin to ribs or ridges like a dragon. Along the topsside there was another row of barbs in a triangular pattern starting at the base of the head all the way down to where it met the top of the knot.

Gryphon knots were also unique. Canine knots - the kind most similar to what Foxifly was used to - had only two lobes. One on either side meant to swell and lock up inside the part of canine pussies that were wide enough to allow it. But Ceylon's knot had six lobes. Four on the underside that were mostly round with two long ones on the top. She had some fun cradling each of these lobes in the palm of her hand while tracing her fingers in between each one and along the urethral ridge.

His entire member had a notably tapered shape with a bit of room for variance. The tip was pointed and thin, the shaft was bulging and gradually got thicker as it went, and the knot shifted to a total of six girthy lobes that continued to expand until suddenly constricting all at once near the base.

Pretty basic at first, which was why it was so much more fun wen she made her way as far down as she could go, hands caressing the underside of Ceylon's swelling knot right up until she felt the tips slip in between the neck of his member and his sheath.

Foxifly continued exploring his knot and sheath while Ceylon continued to do the same to her tail maw. Like her, he was happy to explore without hesitation. Only, rather than doing what he wanted to do he immediately noticed that he was getting something particularly sticky and adhesive along his thumbs and the crook between them and the palms of his hands. It wasn't like cum, not that kind of sticky. When he pulled away he saw a glistening strand of silk connecting his digits to the pair of spinnerets nestled in the crook of her jaw.

As it turned out, him wedging his fingers in so close to there had triggered some webbing to leak out and gum up the works a bit. As he pulled his hands away he noticed that the silk was incredibly strong, unbreakably firm yet malleable enough that he could still move. When he pulled, he felt like he was tugging the fibrous substance out of her, and the farther he extended his hand the tighter it got. The only thing he could do was lean back in and keep his hands close to the crooks of her maw.

The webbing completely coated every one of his digits, tying them together and wrapping them in a silk cocoon the more he struggled and tried to adjust. Before long, both of his black-fleshed talons were wrapped up like prey, unable to resist the strength of her silk. He was about to ask what to do about it when he noticed that the few wet spots where her tail maw's juices had dripped and darkened the cocoon, the silk had actually melted and broken down.

Her natural fluids were the only place that this silk could be removed. "Heh, clever girl. I like that. Why have we never tried something with this?" He asked, easing each of his hands into her tail's gullet, one by one to let her juices melt the silk. "You really do make a perfect predator."

"Never really comes up, to be honest." she was hardly paying attention, focusing mostly on what she was doing. With a bit of a cheeky huff of arousal and amusement, she eased into him, slowly burying both of her hands in his sheath. "I wonder how deep this goes." She mused to herself, using her thick thighs as leverage to lean into Ceylon, sure to get her fingertips exploring as deep as she could go.

To her surprise, there wasn't actually all that much room inside his sheath. It only went a bit deeper than the external flesh would indicate and didn't lead to his balls or anything. Less like a passage to his loins and more like a kangaroo's pouch. Only soaking wet inside with a fleshy rod anchored to the far end and throbbing with delight as arousal pumped blood into his shaft.

She was satisfying one curiosity while her other two hands were really exploring the tip of Ceylon's cock, too. As the gryphon's head was poking and prodding her belly, her lower two hands were kneading, plucking, and massaging every feature he had to offer, culminating when she found she could slip a finger into his cock tip with ease. Given her body's natural ability to multitask thanks to her hive-mind brain, she found it quite easy to curiously explore his sheath while also giving equal attention to the malleable flesh of his shaft and stretchy urethral opening.

It didn't take long for her to really test the limits of his cock's insides. Within seconds, she had wiggled both of her thumbs into his opening and pried him open with little to no resistance, his head splaying out like most pussies would when showing off for the camera She could see right down his shaft, the teal glow of the surrounding crystals reflecting off his sleek inner walls. When she tugged a bit, she actually gaped him open all the way to the knot.

Similarly, Ceylon couldn't help but really focus his attention on what her tail was capable of and the exact nature of its anatomy. The maw opened up at the tail's end, with the two web-spinners near the crook of the jaw on either side. The flesh inside was pretty comfy and snug to him. Just beyond the split of the tail maw's jaws, the esophagus or passage constricted entirely, so as Ceylon pushed his fist into her with the same tapered shape she'd done to his cock, he still had to struggle and wiggle a bit to get her flesh to pass over his knuckles. Of course, he was much larger than he was so it made sense.

Still, he was shocked that, much like his cock, her tail's passage tightened at the base. While her canal was snug and fleshy, he had very little resistance once he'd pushed through, the fleshy walls more like pillows and mounds than sphincters and muscles. Which was nice and he couldn't help but imagine what it must have felt like to have that supple, warm flesh enveloping him, be it his cock or his whole body had he chosen to shrink down to an appropriate size.

Then again, he knew her tail was quite capable of stretching well beyond normal size. Perhaps it could swallow him up wholly, or at least more of his head and neck. Of course, at the same time she was still exploring his cock in the same way he was exploring her tail maw and where it led.

Her upper hands continued to explore his sheath, squeezing around the base of his knot to really encourage the lobes to swell to full firmness, all while her lower hands worked together to keep his urethra pried open while her other hand converged all 5 fingers into a point and plunged in to the wrist. She fisted his cock until the knot kept her from going deeper, so she just wiggled her fingers inside then balled up her hand and pulled out with a meaty plop.

Though it was a bit delayed, Ceylon did the same thing, balling up his fist inside her and pulling out to an audible pop. Both his cock and her tail sealed shut with a squelch, squeezing fluids and precum and silk all over the place.

"That was fun." Foxi said with a huff. "But I think I'm ready."

"Think you can take the knot?" Ceylon teased, clenching his loins to make his member bounce.

She reached out to grab his member, keeping it from bouncing around. She kept her compound eyes trained on him as she leaned down, her fox-like muzzle opening up both top and bottom jaw, but then her bottom jaw split into three like a mantis as her long, tube-like tongue extended downward, the tip gaping open as it neared Ceylon's member.

He was intrigued, so he simply laid there on his back, talons folded up on his chest to let her do what she was going to do. He had thoughts but wanted to see where she went with it.

To his delight, and even a bit to her surprise, she didn't go the route that she was teasing. While her proboscis-like tongue opened up at first, it quickly constricted again and plunged itself deep into Ceylon's cock, its length easily worming its way well beyond the tightness caused by the knot to explore his depths even further.

Now that his focus was entirely on his loins and what she was doing with them instead of on her tail maw, he couldn't help but buck his hips, forcing his cock tip right into her maw, against all four of her moving mouth parts. All of which clamped down and bit into him, not breaking the skin but matching the sharpness and sensation of his barbs. She just sucked on his cock, teasing and playfully chewing on his tip while her tongue probed and suckled his depths like she was siphoning nectar from a flower. The bulge along his shaft danced with each and every one of her tongue plunges, swelling and pulsating in a steady rhythm.

But then she was done. As quick as she'd dove deep into his shaft, she'd pulled out again and released her mandible's grip from his cock tip, slurping outwards as her tongue lashed a combination of her saliva and his 'nectar' all over. Then, as a final added emphasis to it all, she reached out to press her foxy nose to his tip. "Boop!" She said with a chuckle before pulling away.

Once again Ceylon was about ready to move onto the next thing when her tongue extended again, briskly gaping open and wrapping around his tip to siphon off any and all remaining precum and saliva from around his head, leaving him glistening but dry until more cascaded out of his tip from deep within.

He blinked, shocked. With a gulp, he couldn't help himself. "Sorry. You know the safe word." He said, then wrapped his huge talon around her hip and rolled over to his side, pinning her in place. Using his beak, he grabbed the scruff of her neck so that her back was pressed to his chest, and he arched his back to plunge his member between her thighs.

The angle made it difficult, but Foxifly was happy to help. Both of her lower hands reached down between her legs to help guide him into her, his barbed tip easily parting her canine lips to form a bulge in her lower belly. Up to this point the pair of them had been patiently and slowly exploring one another, but once Ceylon got in a specific mood and his feral instincts took over, he wasted no time bucking into her, the girth of his knot slapping her triangular lips.

He snarled a bit into her neck scruff, his talons grasping at her hips and sides to shift her around to get a better angle. Nothing seemed to work. His head parted her lips and his bulging shaft slid into her with ease but that knot of his just wasn't going to fit. He was too big and she'd done so much to get him excited he was already at full mast, his lobes as firm as they would go. There was no way he'd be able to force himself into her without hurting her.

Then again, she had made it clear that she had no use for the body after this night.

Fortunately for Ceylon's emotional state, this thought didn't have time to take root before he felt something sharp and prickly stabbing each one of his knot lobes and pulling them into Foxifly.

As he looked down, he saw something he never expected. Vaginal pedipalps. Insect-like fingers with sharp tipped ends that were nestled in between Foxifly's puffy canine-like spade and her sleek inner folds. They were reaching out and wrapping tight around his knot, tugging with stunning strength while her walls relaxed just enough to have him ease his way in deeper.

She was tight. So tight that he wasn't sure that he'd fit even with her help and all his strength. He just kept pushing into her, wrapping his talons around her hips and legs to help find a better position, and bucking wildly with all his might. The jerky motions, the subtle shifts in her hip placement, and the aid of her vaginal pedipalps tugging on his knot managed to help him lurch in, one pair of knot lobes at a time. Two on the underside popped in first, followed by the lengthy pair along the top, and the last two came with the second pair with little resitance.

The moment he felt her lips close tight around the base of his knot, the pedipalps wrapping around the neck of his shaft for a better tie, and the bulge he formed in her belly, he finally relaxed. With the more carnal lust taken care of and the switch flipped the moment they locked up, he flopped down on the ground, curled around her to show compassion and affection. Something he didn't often do to anyone, not even Leera.

His breaths were long and laboured, his tail flopping around and whipping back and forth in delight. The sensation of her flesh wrapped taut round him tickled him in all the right ways even if he wasn't used to this. He hadn't hit climax yet - that would come in time as they remained knotted - but he definitely was in that blissful pre-release state of mind. He couldn't help but smile and help hoist up her leg to keep her in a comfortable position.

At the same time, she twisted around to nuzzle into him, grasping at his neck feathers as his knot tugged her flesh. Her antennae buzzed and rubbed together, chirping as she kneaded and massaged his plumage, burying herself in his fluff. "Okay, yeah this was worth it." she said, her voice muffled and mostly lost to his downy feathers.

Fortunately, he'd entirely regained his lucidity and was gently stroking her sides, paws curling around her toes as his own tail maw woke up to twist around hers, ending with the pair of them locking jaws in a passionate kiss that got fluids and silk all over the place. "Well, we're likely going to be tied up for a while, wanna chat or just relax now?"

"I don't know, actually. Let's just wait it out, see what happens." She smiled up at him, the pair of them locked eyes, and Ceylon's wing folded over her like a blanket to cuddle her close. She wouldn't be going anywhere as long as his knot remained inside her. And those little insect-like fingers nestled within her spade were not letting go.