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Consequences of Casual Flirtation

Act I: Prowlr

Prowlr wasn't really doing it for Ceylon. It was an online hook-up app that primarily focused on matching vastly disparate partners from across every known spectrum for the purposes of power plays of all types. The match-ups included predators and prey, top and bottom, large and small, dom and sub, or just different species types like mammals, avians, and reptiles. The whole purpose of the app was to introduce folks who wanted to experience roleplay with a vast disparity of power of one kind or another. While it was a fine app and one Ceylon endorsed, almost all of the local hook-ups she could find were exclusively into vore with a distinct BDSM twist. That wasn't her thing.

She loved the vore stuff but wasn't really a fan of the domination and submission elements. She loved rough sex, she loved dimorphism, and she loved size play but she wasn't looking to have anyone exert power over her and definitely had no desire to do the same to others. She just loved the hardcore nature of testing limits and seeing what she or others could handle! As the owner of NoThEn Labs, she lived a life of sex positivity and thus the importance of consent and communication mattered.

Much to her dismay, it seemed every time she matched with someone on the app they just started aggressively trying to role-play with her on either extreme end of the spectrum. Some came out and immediately started their conversations with demands, commands, and aggression as they violently tried to control Ceylon or make her submit to them, while others tried to act cute or scared while begging her to shove them places or sit on their face or otherwise demean them. She was into rough and aggressive play but not that kind. She had no desire to be weak or terrifying.

Ceylon had a very specific goal in mind and it was very hard to find someone who wanted what she wanted and was able or willing to do so. Ideally, she liked being casual but intense. You know, maybe a little bit of a fight before sex. Or maybe she'd be a power bottom, dictating the pace and telling her partner to get more rough and aggressive until they were too tired to continue. There was a world of difference between extreme dominance or submission play and aggression and she wished more people knew and understood that. It was possible to roleplay a fight for control or to be on top without being toxic. That last part was the most important.

One could be dominant or on top without being nasty about it. True tops had compassion.

Her profile was pretty clear about her intentions. She liked vore of most kinds and was happy to indulge, but was avoiding any sort of cruelty on either side. She loved to please others as long as the effort was reciprocated. And she was a switch in terms of top and bottom but was never a submissive. It seemed a lot of people didn't know the difference between bottom and submissive.

A bottom is the one on the receiving end. The one getting the cock or the fist or the toys from their top. A submissive was the passive partner who was obedient to their dominant. One could be a bottom but be in control, which she was clear to put in her profile. A power bottom. She could handle literally anything anyone offered her but she didn't like not being in control. Well, in control of herself. She had no desire to control others but she refused to give up any control of herself.

Finding that balance was proving to be a nearly insurmountable hurdle. She wanted to be in control but not necessarily a top. Wanted to be roughly treated and borderline abused but never be submissive. Wanted to be pred or prey but wanted none of the power dynamic that came with it. In short, she was a powerful gryphon that knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was to be ravaged or stuffed or stretched to and beyond her limit or to do the same to a partner who was into it. Simple.

Navigating Prowlr was a tricky endeavour, as trying to find people that were into the same kinks, had the same interests in terms of vore or dominance/submission, and could match her energy was quite difficult. Not only was it hard to find compatible partners, but finding someone who didn't take things too seriously was equally challenging. She just wanted to find someone who'd show up, destroy her cunt, and go home without trying to get too attached. Maybe a friendship with ongoing play benefits but Ceylon had no interest in forming romantic bonds. Friendly relationships were enough.

She just wanted her pussy destroyed. Her guts turned inside out. She was a size queen and wanted to find other people that she could do that to and would do to her in response. Mutually assured hole destruction was her goal. Finding someone that not only shared that interest but wasn't crazy proved to be such an ordeal she was just about to give up for the third time. In the past, Ceylon had installed the app multiple times, browsed the offerings for a month or two, then gave up. She only actually met with a handful of partners and most of them either flaked or tried to pull a fast one by trying to assert dominance after it had been established that she was not submissive.

Guys could be the worst. Toxicity applies to all but in her experience, males were the worst.

Of course, it didn't help that she was a fairly prominent figure in the Klyneth and Caiden regions. As the owner and CEO of NoThEn Labs she was actually considered a minor celebrity. Not only did she own and operate a potion-based pharmaceutical company that endorsed sex positivity, but she wasn't shy about making porn and doing occasional jobs as a Vore House special guest attraction as well. She didn't just talk the talk but walked the walk, as the phrase went.

So, since she was using her own profile picture, one of her with beak agape and happy, many people commented that she 'looked just like Ceylon!' and wouldn't believe her when she told them that's actually who she was. Was it the smartest thing to do? Of course not. That was just asking for skepticism and scrutiny. But she was always the transparent type and just had no interest in hiding herself. If she showed up at their door having not told them who she was, they'd likely react poorly.

Which was why it was so strange when she met Feroso.

The pair of them matched up one day while Ceylon was out at a cafe enjoying a smoothie and seemed to click on multiple levels. Both had tail maws, they had plenty of overlap in terms of what sorts and styles of vore they liked, and they were just as interested in getting wrecked as they were wrecking each other. Feroso was just as keen on making a sloppy mess of Ceylon's holes as Ceylon was to do the same right back. Seemed like a perfect match-up, one Ceylon dreaded thanks to her experiences once she got to the next part. The part where she confessed who she was and the other invariably blocked her for lying or just didn't show up.

A few days into their chats - many of them exceptionally lewd concerning the things they wanted to do to one another - Ceylon made that leap. She confessed who she was. "You know how you said I looked like Ceylon? Well, that's because I am her. Is that okay?" It didn't exactly ooze the confidence she had in her daily life but it was humble enough to not come across as aggressive.

The response she got? "Sure. We meeting up or what?"

A little crude, but better than rejection. She responded. "Of course, I just wanted to make sure there were no surprises. I just wanted to be transparent."

Feroso replied. "Glad to hear it. I just honestly want to see that hole of yours. Spread it open and explore. Shove everything I have in there and-" Well, you get the point, It was very lewd. Exactly the sort of enthusiasm Ceylon was looking for ever since downloading Prowlr.

Later that day, they agreed to meet up at that same cafe where Ceylon was drinking her smoothie when they first matched up. Ceylon got there first and sat down on one of the outdoor tables, her tail maw laying on the ground next to her chair and her wings folded tight to her back. In biped form, her wings were petite, not big enough to fly but just big enough to be cute. Sometimes she just outright transformed so that she had no wings. Her tail maw often acted like it had a mind of its own, slithering around like a snake and casually lashing out at pets or other tails when it felt like it.

She was on her phone, texting to Foxifly when she saw a blue figure out the corner of her eye. It was Feroso. An above average height lass with a rather thick form. Large breasts, wide hips, and a pair of balls that hung so low they poked out from the bottom of the loose-fitting jogging shorts she wore. Ceylon's keen eyes could see movement inside them, giving her the impression that Feroso had already swallowed someone with her cock prior to this meeting. Hot. She slyly grinned and nodded approval.

But the moment Feroso saw Ceylon, she stopped dead in her tracks and looked around, somewhat confused and a little nervous. Like she was afraid to come over. She glanced to each side, like she was scanning the room to see if she was getting punked or something.

Ceylon figured what had happened, so she stood up and motioned for Feroso to come on over.

Feroso kept glancing around nervously while making her way across the cafe. Eventually she came to stand over Ceylon, fidgeting with her thumbs. "Oh, hey, uh-" She was far more demure in person than she was online. It was cute.

"Oh, hey, uh to you to!" Ceylon got up and extended a fist to bump. As she did that, her tail swayed behind her and the three-jawed maw of it slithered forward on the ground between her toes to investigate Feroso's tail, which had three jaws as well. The two tails jumped and nipped and played with each other while Ceylon's fist remained outstretched for a bump. "No? Not ready for that? Alright. Yeah, yeah, I get it. Come on, sit down." She waited just a bit longer before giving up on the fist bump.

They tentatively bumped fists and Feroso sat across the table. "I just, I thought your profile pic was a fake or something. I know you said you were you but I didn't expect to-"

"Yeah, I get that a lot. Yes it's really me. No you're not being pranked. No there are no cameras. Well, unless you want to film it and share it online later." She winked seductively, then took a sip of her smoothie. "First thing I'll say is that you really don't need to be shy. It's fine. Promise." To show how casual she was, she glanced down at her menu to see what she wanted to eat, continuing the conversation without making too much eye contact.

There was a long, drawn out silence between them before Feroso spoke up, suddenly acting casual again. "Alright, alright." She said, then joined Ceylon reading the menu. After a moment, she perked up. "So you're into that sort of stuff? Like, getting turned inside out?"

"Yeah, of course! Learned how to heal up using magic ages ago so there's really no limits to the sort of stuff I enjoy. Sometimes I even enjoy a bit of blood, if the situation calls for it. You know? Claws and stuff." She winked again, flicking her ear in as seductive a way she could. This just seemed to make Feroso clam up a bit. Not that she wasn't interested, but that she didn't know how to proceed.

It took them a few moments to really get comfortable but once they circled around to the things they wanted to do and the fun they wanted to have, the shyness and bashfulness of Feroso melted away. They ordered meals but barely touched them as they were too busy audibly describing the juicy details they wanted to see happen. The other cafe patrons didn't seem to appreciate their candour too much, but the few who did were clearly trying their best to not make their eavesdropping obvious. It was cute.

They were very explicit in regards to what they were looking for. It was mildly uncouth to discuss such things so unabashedly in public but it seemed to get them in the mood. They shared videos they found online - some of which Ceylon starred in - and even took some time to describe exactly how certain things felt and how they reacted. Feroso hadn't been in videos but had wanted to.

More importantly, their tails kept at one another during the entire duration of their meal. Even as they were eating, their tails were playing under the table, coiling around each other and nipping at each other At one point, they locked jaws and started sucking on each other.

"Do we need to do anything about that?" Feroso asked, leaning over to get a glimpse under the cafe table. "I mean, I don't want to if you don't want to, I just don't actually know if they're fighting or-"

Ceylon tugged on her tail a bit but the maw at the end of it wouldn't let go of Feroso. "I wouldn't worry too much about it. They're just having fun. Well, intimate fun."

"What do you mean?"

"My tail leads to my womb. So despite the teeth, the flesh and nerve endings are akin to vulva and a birth canal." Ceylon casually ate a bite of her salmon before continuing. "For all intents and purposes, they're doing a bit of mating. Hence why they're not letting go. Not sure about your anatomy but I'd bet it's something similar."

Feroso had to keep from grinning. "Well, my tail leads to my balls, so-" She let that thought linger a bit before giving her tail a bit of a gentle tug, playing along. She then deliberately pulled her tail away from Ceylon's disengaging them for a bit as she held it up to her chest, the neck of it nestled between her breasts while she let all three jaws of it spread open. This gaped her tail maw, revealing the soft walls lining the jaws and the darker pink that led deep down her tail's urethra. "So you can go right from here to down there, if you wanted." She was proud of this fact, grinning broadly as the gullet leaked slime down onto her lap, barely missing the table.

Eventually, she did let it slide back down on the ground, where Ceylon's tail joined it and resumed the passionate embrace they had been pried away from.

Ceylon was clearly interested, but chose to not dwell on it too long. She liked what she saw but had to get something out of the way. "So I didn't ask but I can see from your bulge. You know, uwu I notice your bulge and all that cringe nonsense. But anyway, male or female pronouns? I can never tell and the tone of your voice is straddling the line. I go by either depending on mood. Today I'm feeling feminine, if you were curious." Ceylon was not hesitant to take control of the conversation and had no qualms with being blunt. She had things to do and places to go. Any time wasted waffling about the hard questions was indeed wasted. So far she was enjoying Feroso's company but she still wanted to move things forward now that they were nearly done their respective meals.

"Oh, female. Thanks for asking. And I'm known as a mimic, too; a lot of people assume I'm a dragon because of the scaly skin and horns but no. Unique gal with unique biology." She took a bite of her own. "And now that you mention it, I don't suppose we could do something about it?"

"About what?"

"About my unique biology? How about starting with my swelling orbs?" She was inflecting like she was asking a question but spoke with such assurance it was clear she was done mincing words. "I'm sure we can think of a thing or two to do to keep me busy. To keep them busy."

Ceylon sat tall, head up and shoulders back in a power-pose. She patted the corners of her beak with a napkin in the daintiest of ways. "I like you. I like how forthright you are. I could tell you were a little nervous at first but that has changed pretty quickly. You know what you want. I know what I want. So how about we pay up and get out of here?"

Feroso grinned, her ear flicking and her tail maw finally prying itself away from Ceylon's with a series of gooey trails of saliva and other fluids bridging between them. "My place isn't far from here. Just on the other side of the park." She pushed her plate away and went to stand up but was stopped.

"Nono, eat. I don't like wasting food. Come on, we paid for it, might as well eat up." Ceylon raised a hand to inform one of the wait staff they were ready for their bills before scarfing down all that was left and delicately stacking the resulting plates and cups off to the side. She reached into her satchel, pulled out a couple silver coins, and laid them gently next to the plates. One of them would have been enough to take care of both the bills but she liked to tip. Once they were paid up, she stood tall - a full head and shoulders above Feroso - and motioned for her to lead the way.

Feroso also put some coins down on the table and wasted no time leading Ceylon out of the cafe and towards the road. "Not wasting any time, are ya?" She said. Then, as she passed Ceylon she unabashedly grabbed her rump cheeks, giving a squeeze without looking back. "Like I said, my place is just on the other side of the park. Follow! I know the best route from here. It's not far!"

Ceylon was impressed with Feroso's brazen nature. Even though the gryphon lass was more comfortable in a mildly dominant role she had no qualms following someone who was confident taking point. She followed Feroso down the road, across the street, and into the park that took up a full city block in the middle of town. It was one of a dozen parks throughout Klyneth, as the city was large but also very green. This park wasn't far from The Near and Dear right in the middle of downtown.

Not many words were exchanged, as both were in a bit of a hurry to get to their destination. However, as they were hurriedly rushing through the paths cutting through the park, their tails just couldn't stop fixating on one another. Any time the pair of them were close enough or at the right angle, their tail maws would reach out to playfully bite or nibble one another, leaking little trails of 'saliva' all over the place. Given their connection to Ceylon's womb and Feroso's balls, it was fair to say the fluid making a webby mess wasn't saliva but instead a mixture of lubrication and precum. Depending on where and which tail it was coming from.

Given their respective anatomy, Ceylon couldn't help but get a bit excited. The idea that her tail maw and his tail maw could pair up was something she'd not experienced before. She had very unique anatomy, where her tail's passage led to her womb through a second cervix, and according to Feroso her tail went through the groin and deposited right into her balls. That's probably how she got her previous prey in there, though there was no way to be sure without asking.

Which she was about to do until the pair of them locked up tail maw to tail maw. As they were rushing down the path, Feroso got ahead but was anchored back when they realized that both of their tails were clamped shut on each other. With three jaws each and a combination of teeth and suction, they were stuck together with the power of a canine tie.

Luckily for them, nobody else that was walking by or relaxing on nearby benches knew what was going on and couldn't decipher the sexual nature of two people's tails entwined. In most instances, that was just something cute that couples did to show affection. No more lewd or inappropriate than holding hands or hugging. But the reality was far more lewd than that.

Because of this - in part also due to Ceylon's rising arousal - the gryphon tackled Feroso off the path, through some bushes, and against a tree hidden away from the view of any others walking the path. Both paused to glance around to make sure nobody's eyeline could see them before they brought up their tails between them.

"Well, if we are gonna let them have some fun we might as well not hold them back, eh?" Ceylon mused as she wrapped both of her hands around her tail right behind the jaws, ensuring she had complete control. When she did this, her tail seemed to gulp, a muscular contraction coursing its way all the way to the base of her spine. She shuddered in delight, then clawed gently at the dirt between the roots of the tree she'd pinned Feroso against.

Naturally, Feroso was just as eager. She did the same and pulled her own tail, tugging at Ceylon's as the two maws continued sucking on each other. She even went so far as to start rifling around her groin, pulling out her cock to let it drape over her waist band while the slurping and sucking sounds that emanated from between their tails echoed around them. "I don't suppose you'd-" she started, but was immediately halted when Ceylon pressed her body close, pinning Feroso's cock between their bellies.

"Took you long enough." She hissed, then let go of her own tail to let it be free while placing her hands around Feroso's member in the same position. Just below the head, nestled in between the wrinkled folds of foreskin and the brim of the glans. Already, she noticed that Feroso's urethra was drooling copious precum, so she gathered up as much of the slime between her thumbs as she could and smeared it all over, soaking her digits and ensuring she was moist to the wrist. Then, before Feroso could respond or react, she curled both of her palms around the cock head, slipping both thumbs into Feroso's cock hole, spreading it open and gaping it wide to reveal the cherry pink walls inside.

This was not unwanted but definitely unexpected from Feroso. Her eyes went wide and her maw drooped open a bit, panting gently as she idly bucked her hips against Ceylon's palms. "You weren't kidding when you said-"

"Hush up, do you want to attract passerby?" Ceylon shot while still using her thumbs to knead the mimic's inner cock walls deliberately prying her open so that air could enter and be pushed out with ironically loud squelching noises. A symphony of slimy sounds coming from both cocks and tail maws.

That's when Feroso leaned in close and tapped Ceylon's beak with her own in a cute little 'boop' motion. "Let them hear us, I don't care."

Ceylon paused for a moment, unsure how to proceed. She narrowed her eyes a bit and cocked her head to the side. "Okay, I appreciate your enthusiasm and I do enjoy a bit of public exhibition, but let's not jump to that just yet, okay?" She winked, and while she was staring Feroso in the eyes, drawing the mimic's attention, she pried open her cock with both thumbs and then plunged her entire fist down her shaft with minimal effort, forcing a spattering of precum and fleshy sounds to emerge from deep within her. She never once looked away, instead focusing on using the sense of touch to find her mark.

While Feroso was certainly in the mood, she couldn't help but go a little cross-eyed with her tongue out as she felt the gryphon's fist plunge deep into her, past the base of her cock and curled up somewhere near her prostate. Her knees twisted inwards, her tail tensed up, and her loins flexed, squeezing and holding Ceylon in place by the wrist.

Despite the intense sensation shared between them, Ceylon kept her gaze trained on Feroso's eyes as she explored the mimic's depths. She could feel the different passages meeting up and branching out. With her wrist bent at the base of Feroso's cock, she could find the duct to the prostate, the tube to the vas-deferens, the tunnel to the bladder, and a larger passage that also fed into the vas deferens that she assumed to be the tail maw's gullet. So very interesting.

She had Feroso in the palm of her hand - so to speak - so as their tails continued to make out she kept grinding her knuckles against every sensitive spot deep within the mimic's depths, all while keeping her other hand cradled around her cock head and a single thumb wedged in between cock flesh and Ceylon's own forearm flesh to ensure she always had a bit of wiggle room. She didn't wanna go beyond the limits and hurt her, of course.

All the while, Feroso was gradually regaining some of her own self-control. The initial penetration left her in a state of near bliss, but she was gradually crawling out of it to try to return the favour. With an entire forearm buried in her cock past the elbow, she started reaching out to grasp at Ceylon's skirt, pulling it up to somehow expose the gryphon's own parts. She couldn't see anything, mostly due to the angle but also because they were in the shade, so she had to feel around.

Fortunately for her, Ceylon was quite amenable to this attention. Without breaking her gaze, she raised one leg and leaned against the tree, hind paw about a half meter up with claws digging into the back to widen her stance and expose more of her fleshy lips between her thighs.

Feroso tried glancing away to see if she could actually use her sight to find her target but the intensity of Ceylon's steely-blue eyes staring daggers at her kept her attention. Instead, she just used her finger tips to crawl and walk her way inward and down Ceylon's thigh, eventually finding the gryphon's thick and plump lips. Not just meaty, but juicy as well; she was positively oozing with arousal, giving Feroso plenty to collect and smear all over herself and Ceylon before plunging her own fist into her.

As expected, Feroso had no issues whatsoever burying herself to the elbow in Ceylon's cunt. There was almost no resistance whatsoever, given the viscosity of the lube that was produced and the fact that Ceylon had made it clear she was a size queen with no limits. What was slightly disappointing was that the gryphon wasn't using her pelvic muscles to clench down or squeeze at all. She was just relaxed, resulting in her passage being snug and soft but not tight or therapeutic at all.

But then, right as Feroso was about to start pumping in and out to give her a proper mating feel, Ceylon finally clenched with so much intensity that it forced her entire forearm out amidst a gush of creamy slime and an audible squelch followed by the splash of those fluids pooling at the base of the tree between the roots. Feroso took this opportunity to slip her fingers upwards, hoping to find Ceylon's urethral opening only to be cut off when Ceylon lowered her leg and leaned back into her.

Not once did Ceylon ever take her fist out of Feroso's cock. She kept her hand balled up tight, grinding knuckles and thrusting gently with every motion, relishing the subtle sounds of air entering and escaping the urethral passage. Once she felt a twitching of pelvic muscles deep inside - a precursor to an ejaculation - she slowed her actions and very gradually pulled herself out, leaving Feroso gaping and her cock drooling in the puddle between them.

Feroso was panting heavily, barely able to remain standing up as her knees were buckling and even the stability that came from their tails making out wasn't enough to keep her erect. Well, her cock was erect, she was not.

Ceylon noticed this and grabbed her by the neck with her relatively clean hand, pinning her to the tree. She wasn't squeezing or strangling, just applying pressure to ensure Feroso couldn't move. At the same time, her tail suddenly disengaged from Feroso's and hovered over her shoulder like a snake about to strike, maws open and a combination of her own fluid and Feroso's leaking out onto the ground between them.

The image of a suddenly intense and slightly intimidating Ceylon hovering over her and the gaping flesh of the tail maw off to the side got Feroso so hard that her cock slapped her own chest between her breasts, the still-gaping urethral opening showing a growing pool of precum bubbling up over the sides.

Ceylon kept her intense stare as her tail positioned itself above Feroso's cock with all three jaws open and drooling directly into the gaping urethra below it.

Feroso felt a little odd, but the image of Ceylon's tail-fluids dripping directly into her open cock, the viscous slime dribbling down her inner walls, it made her shudder and nearly fall to her knees. She would have, had she not been pinned to the tree.

But that was only the beginning. Ceylon's tail closed all three of its jaws shut, sealing off the lips while leaving distinct lines of moisture where the jaws met. It then pushed its tapered tip right into Feroso's opening, worming and wriggling around, applying increased amount of pressure while the bulge forced its way in. There was plenty of restraint and resistance, but the combined fluids of both tail maw and cock - ironically, Feroso's cock was secreting the same fluid her tail maw had been - ensured that the bulge of the tail maw popped in without much delay!

Like before, plenty of air was trapped and then forced out as Feroso flexed her pelvic muscles, recoiling in delight as she felt the pressure of the tail maw worming its way deeper into her like a tentacle. She was taken aback at first, but after a few moments she gained the requisite confidence to participate, enthusiastically wrapping both her hands around her cock tip to squeeze her glans around Ceylon's pulsating tail, further stroking her own flesh at the same time.

Still, Ceylon never averted her gaze, almost like she was trying to hypnotize Feroso. If so it wasn't working, but that didn't stop Feroso from playing along.

With the gryphon's tail deep in her cock, Feroso started bucking, encouraging Ceylon to then start thrusting back, maximizing the depth and vigour of each motion in the process. Feroso was grinding her hips, Ceylon's tail and especially its bulging maw at the end was thrusting in waves, and Feroso was stroking her own cock, using her foreskin to smear fluid and apply fleshy friction to her glans all at once. It was almost overwhelming, so much so that she couldn't help but yelp in delight. Her vocalization was intense enough that it had to have attracted some outside attention but they paid it no mind as they continued.

Little did she know, Ceylon had quite the plan. The gryphon's tail stopped moving and every muscle in it tightened at once, clenching and stiffening deep inside the mimic's cock. This made the tail more firm, but it also worked inward, eventually having each of the three jaws of the maw open at once, dilating Feroso's passage where all the various branching paths of her urethra met.

This applied extra pressure to her prostate and tickled the base of her tail maw's gullet at the same time, resulting in Feroso's tail maw drooling all over the place as that was the only outlet. She crossed her eyes, flicked her ears in delight, and nearly collapsed again; she would have fallen to her rump had Ceylon's tail deep inside her had not been propping her up like an internal seat.

All the added pressure of her weight pushing down and Ceylon's tail splayed out inside like a speculum was too much. She could feel her balls contracting and the prey deep within them getting roused from their slumber. She leaned down, she wrapped her chest and arms around her bulging cock and the tail maw that was plunged deep into her, and started bucking in a more feral, carnal matter.

Sadly, Ceylon could see she was losing herself to her primitive lust and immediately began to retract her tail maw from the mimic's depths, the splayed out petals of the three jaws dilating her from groin to cock tip in sequence. All three speculum leaves remained spread as wide as they could go, forming a clear and incredibly distinct bulge that started at the base of her cock and made her way up its length right before popping out with a guttural splash and leaving her to ooze precum out both urethra and tail maw.

She had little energy left. She did collapse right onto Ceylon who caught her and propped her up while the gryphon's tail maw wrapped all three jaws around Feroso's cock tip and sucked what fluid it could, siphoning it off and swallowing it deep into Ceylon's depths before each jaw peeled away and shook off as much of the mess as it could.

"Alright, alright, don't wanna blow your load all at once, do we?" Ceylon said as she patted Feroso on the shoulder. Her tail went back to its independent actions and began curiously inspecting the mess that was drooling out of Feroso's tail. The very tips of the lips licking up the resulting slime. "Let's get back to your place and we can really make a mess, eh?"

Feroso enthusiastically nodded, her auburn hair a mess and her ears flopped down with no energy to say erect. It took her a moment but she was able to stuff her retracing cock back into her panties, even if she was still at half mast and the bulge was massive. Her groin was darkened with the mosisture of precum and other fluids but she didn't care. After a few moments she was able to regain her composure and one again guide Ceylon to the trail where they hurriedly rushed to her apartment.

The elevator ride back up to her floor was quite awkward, as both Feroso and Ceylon were damp and funky with all manner of sexy musky fluids. It was fine until a third party entered the elevator with them and made no effort to hide her opinion on the matter. Luckily that opinion was positive and the petite pittie gal with the white fur and the punky aesthetic just gave them a nod of approval before they got off on their floor.

"Mine's just over here." Feroso said, somewhat exhausted even after having time to recover. She unlocked her door and within seconds of guiding Ceylon into her apartment she had already peeled all her clothes off and was giving a bit of a sexy walk, tail up to expose her exceptionally plump rump pucker. They hadn't even explored that part of her yet and her booty was already gaping, hungry for whatever came to her.

Ceylon followed suit, stripping off all her clothes before joining Feroso in the main room of the bachelor's condo. She rubbed her hands together and her tail maw opened and shut in anticipation while Feroso's did the same. They still had plenty of energy left for round two.

Act II: Predator

Feroso had a studio apartment, which meant it was basically one big room with few walls except the ones that separated her bedroom and the bathroom. Even the kitchen was open, with an island serving as a guest counter to eat and a proper dining table off to the side. Along the wall opposite the entry door, the glass panes led to the balcony overlooking the city. It was actually a lovely setup. Simple and no room for modesty.

So when Feroso tossed her clothes over the nearest love seat and sauntered away, there wasn't anywhere for her to go before bending over and kneeling onto a foot-stool that was long enough to support her entire length from head to toes. Ceylon immediately got the impression that was for more than just resting one's feet. This was further proven to her when Feroso reached under the stool and grabbed a few towels that she draped across it; once it was covered, she laid on her belly, hoisted up by her elbows with her feet up. She was looking back over her shoulder at Ceylon while her tail curled over the base of her back and her breasts squished on the towel.

Ceylon had peeled off most of her clothes and was left standing over her. "Not gonna go to your room for this?" She asked. Without hesitation she crawled onto the padded foot rest next to Feroso, kneeling on either side of the mimic's thighs.

"No need! Bedroom is for sleeping, but my pad's for fun." As she spoke, her tail continued to slither along the small of her back with the open maw end of it drooling over her shoulder. She was very precise in her position, keeping her hips arched and her tail hoisted in such a way that her rump was clearly exposed in spite of Ceylon straddling her thighs and keeping her legs squished together.

There was no reason to hold back at this point. Ceylon knew what she wanted and it was clear Feroso was not shy by any means. Both of them had the same goals in mind, so Ceylon wasted no time leaning into Feroso's rump, cradling both cheeks with her palms and giving a squeeze while spreading them and better exposing that pink pucker. "You know, I'm always sort of worried I'm gonna hurt someone. I like it really rough but it's pretty clear you're more - what's the term - malleable."

Feroso remained hoisted up on her elbows, chin in her palms and breasts squished between her biceps. "Yeah. Mimic flesh is pretty stretchy. Something about the old days, our kind had to be able to take the form of pretty much anything to adapt and that carried through. Check this out." A ripple flowed through her entire body, starting at her shoulders and making its way down her torso, over her rump, and down to the base of her tail. As this happened, her blue flesh shifted in texture, changing from a silken, smoothe hide to a coarse snake scale with ridges and bumps. Another wave followed, changing her skin to be more like a shark, aggressive and sharp. Finally, she had another wave go over her that gave her skin bumps and ridges like a crocodilian before returning back to her smooth default.

This was all done while Ceylon's palms were still on her rump cheeks, so the gryphon got a direct, intimate feel of the shifts in texture every time. She could even feel the pinch and kneading sensations as Feroso's texture adjusted, massaging her right back. "Wow! Yeah, it's kinda like my transformation abilities but...no magic?"

"I don't think so, no! Just part of our heritage! I can also change shape and texture of any part of my body but I tend to try my best to not overdo it. Takes some effort to swap around from form to form and it can be draining depending on the situation. I can maintain any new details but the actual shifting can be a bit more exhausting." She admitted. Then she dipped the small of her back and angled her hips just right so that her pink pucker was exposed to Ceylon, the gaping entrance pooling with anticipation, the natural rump slime secreting in increased volume.

Ceylon loved the look of it, too. There was a distinct difference in colour and texture between the silken, sleek white of the underside of Feroso's tail and the fleshy pink of the soft, tender pucker. This was when she really should have just clasped her palms together and did a two-hand dive, but she was going to be a bit more cheeky than that. A bit of a tease, even. Instead of jumping right into Feroso, she kept her hands on the mimic's rump, using her palms and fingers to give a firm, deep-tissue squeeze and tug. She could feel the rippling effect of the mimic's skin shifting in texture as she went. This was also where Ceylon noticed the long, ribbon-like tendrils that were emerging from either side of the base of her tail, each one making slithering motions in the air like a snake. She resisted touching them. Yet.

Her kneading made Feroso whimper a bit and lean her head back, her breaths getting deeper and slower as she took in the sensations of having someone roughly massaging her backside. Her tail - still mostly independent - was slithering along her spine with the three-jawed maw nestled up under the back of her neck, giving her something to rest against while her crimson brown hair cascaded over it. She reached back with one of her hands and slid it between the base of her tail and Ceylon's hand, deliberately easing a couple of digits into her gaping hole, tugging on the ring of flesh to tease her insides and hopefully inspire Ceylon to do the same. Her tugging distended her opening, altering it from its natural, perfectly round shape to be pointed in that direction.

Even better, the tugging she offered herself seemed to angle her gaping chasm of a hole to the light perfectly, ensuring each of her inner walls was glistening with anticipation.

Such a delicious view was hard to resist for Ceylon, who still wanted to dive right in. But she was firm in her resistance and gently pried Feroso's fingers out of herself and lightly tapped the back of her hand. "Now now, I know what you want but we gotta build up to that. You don't want to jump to the climax already, do you?"

"Who said anything about jumping to the end? I was just thinking we could make our way to the fun stuff and just keep it going for hours!" She had a half-cocked grin that said she was only half serious. Equally facetious.

"Nobody, but....well, butts." Ceylon was being cheeky right back as she laid a palm on either of Feroso's rump cheeks, using the heel of it to knead her flesh and the unique textured hide all while allowing her fingers to dance and traipse over the voluptuous mounds. She ended this by having both of her hands wrapped around either side of the base of Feroso's tail, thumbs touching thumbs but fingers not quite long enough to make it all the way around the circumference. She could feel a looseness deep inside, showing that the tail's gullet was not encased in bones or spines but free of any constraints. Could definitely be fun to explore that some time. Rather than squeeze or force anything, she simply leaned down and used both thumbs to gently tease the rim of Feroso's rump.

She immediately responded with a fluttering chirp and a twitch of the small of her back, the tendrils continued to lash about, never quite touching Ceylon's face, beak, or fluffy chest.

Something clicked deep inside the gryphon. Feroso was acting exactly like Ceylon wanted. Eager but not cheesy or porn-actress silly. She wanted it, she wasn't shy, and she wasn't wasting any time. They'd already had some fun in the park before coming up to the apartment but now they were alone with nothing stopping them. This flipped a switch inside her, and what little reservation she had was completely lost in the moment.

The image of the light peachy pink flesh lining the entrance to her rump contrasted against the creamy gray and the azure blue looked extra delicious, so she shimmied back and leaned down, hands on either rump cheek to spread her open as she buried her beak deep under Feroso's tail. She used the crest of it to grind and rub against the pink rim of flesh for a moment to soften her up a bit before pushing in a bit harder so that the opening would tease slidi over her face, her tongue extending to help lube up the entrance in the process.

She tasted wonderful. A bit musky in the good way with hints of an unknown berry. Fruity, sweet, and tart in equal measure. Very different from what Ceylon was expecting. Fortunately, she was an aspiring culinary expert and knew good flavour when she found it so she didn't stop. She kept burrowing and nuzzling in deeper, shaking her head to the side to grind her beak against Feroso's walls while she kept her mouth shut and her jaws clamped, ensuring the least amount of resistance as she started bobbing her head forward and back like she was pecking at Feroso's backside.

It was astonishing how easily the mimic's flesh stretched and distended to accommodate Ceylon's invading speculum of a beak. Still tight, not loose and sloppy - yet - but not offering much in resistance, either. It was exactly the sort of fun Ceylon wanted.

All the while, Feroso kept wiggling her toes, twitching her loins, and glancing back over her shoulder. A clear drool could be seen escaping the crook of her tail maw's jaw to trickle down her back, lining either side of her spine. Even better, with every single twitch of her muscles her hefty ballsack tightened up and got tugged inward, caressing Ceylon's chest plumage. She tried to reach back and help Ceylon by parting her rump cheeks but was once again lightly smacked by the gryphon, telling her not to do that. This upset her mildly but enjoyed the sensation of Ceylon burrowing deep between her cheeks too much to protest too heavily. She just arched her back, pushed down, and tried her best to relax her loins and ensure her rump swallowed as much of the gryphon as possible.

It turned out, that was quite a lot. Not at first, but it was clear it wasn't going to be long at all before something gave and that cavernous booty was going to envelop all Ceylon had to offer.

Ceylon knew this, and while she had very little hesitation or restraint, she did see it clear enough to not keep pushing. Yet. Always a matter of 'not yet' with her. She wanted to draw this out a bit. If she dove right in right from the hop, that'd be that. Her mimic would climax, and they'd have to wait until she regained her strength and lust. Not something she wanted to jump to too quickly, so she slowly pulled her beak out and gave one final lick around the rim of the entrance before backing off and taking a moment to appreciate the tender mess she'd left.

Not only was Feroso's hole thick and meaty, it was also lightly gaped. Spread open even without anyone tugging on her rump cheeks to part her flesh or prying at the edge to distend her pucker. Perfection. But she did see it was returning to a normal state so she grabbed each rump cheek and forced her thumbs in as deep as they could go. She spread those rump lips apart as wide as she was able, gaping the mimic's bowels and exposing the deep red rolls of flesh inside.

Again, she felt inclined to bury her beak deep in Feroso's flesh but declined. This time. Instead, she kept her hands on Feroso's rump while she leaned forward, chest so close to the mimic's back that her chest plumage tickled the skin and her own groin was resting heavily on Feroso's rump, her own plump lips close to the gaping hole of the mimic's rump; they could feel each other's heat through the air, so much so that Ceylon had to resist grinding slits with her partner. Instead, she nuzzled along the length of Feroso's tail maw, beak wedging in between the jaws to encourage it to open up.

She twisted her neck and applied pressure, slipping her beak between all three jaws to get a kiss. With the trifecta of maws squeezing around her beak, she kissed back, opening her own maw and probing deep within the tail maw's gullet with her tongue, each of the lips sucking her face and wrapping around her head in the process.

Unwilling to be ignored and still possessing a mind of its own, Ceylon's tail curled down between her legs and probed around until it found Feroso's cock tip. As soon as it did, it deftly wrapped all three lips around it, using its muscles to suck and caress gently while also teasing her urethra, prying at the opening there and then parting it to gape her open.

A lot was happening all at once, with Ceylon's beak being sucked by Feroso's tail, Feroso's cock being invaded by Ceylon's tail, and Feroso's rump being gently pried at and spread open by Ceylon's thumbs. It was a shame nobody was paying attention to Ceylon's holes but she was happy to help someone else; it was just as rare to find a bottom that was this eager and interested and capable as it was to find someone to do this to her. She was happy to play either role, which was why she slowly pulled out her fingers from Feroso's rump and pulled back so she could focus a bit more on her cock.

With a bit of a jerking motion as the suction released from Ceylon's beak, Feroso's tail was plucked away, trails of slime bridging from the gryphon's face to its triple-lips. It gasped and opened and closed before sealing up and coming to rest back on Feroso's shoulder, its descent like it was deflated and sad.

Feroso saw this as well and nuzzled her tail a bit, like she was apologizing to it for not feeding the appendage. Ceylon picked up on this subtle display and categorized it for later. More fun ideas.

She then decided to focus a bit more on Feroso's cock, knowing that she'd have plenty of room and desire to give her rump a proper wrecking. But she had an idea and knew she needed to help her tail out a bit; the snake-like extension was dexterous and strong but what she had in mind wasn't going to work without a bit of help. She then hoisted up Feroso's balls and squished them gently off to the side, so she could wrench back the mimics cock' She then did the same thing to her cock head that she'd done to her rump. Palms wrapped around the girth of it, thumbs kneading at the urethral opening to ease it open, loosen it up again, and eventually part it wide and gape it to the base of her shaft.

It wasn't enough to just part the flesh, however. She had to really force her thumbs in deep, alternating between each one in a rolling motion to really tenderize the deep flesh and dilate the walls. She tugged, she pried, and she pushed back in while doing her best to widen the opening as much as she could, eager to really open her partner up.

Once again, as she wrenched Feroso's cock back and angled it just right, the light reflected off the inner walls to really show what it looked like. Soft, silken sheets of flesh lined her cock, not rippled like her rump. Just smooth, glistening passageways. As she watched, she noticed both visually and physically the ripple that passed down Feroso's member as her mimic properties seemed to adjust, giving that inner wall a subtle texture that Ceylon was desperate to feel. Her first instinct was to bury her face in the gaping opening, but the cock's urethral gape wasn't that wide yet. Her next instinct was to grab the side of the cock with one hand and force the other in like she did before, but she didn't want to be boring. She wanted to be creative, and she had a plan.

Finally she settled on what she'd intended to do when she started kneading the mimics flesh and widening the opening. While tugging on either side in both directions to not only elongate her cock's length but also to part her head as wide as it could go, she was about to enact her plan when she got a silly idea. Ceylon shimmied upwards and mounted her thighs, keeping a firm grip on Feroso's cock so that it poked out between her rump cheeks. Without warning, she squatted down, the angle of her hips spreading her own pussy lips to envelop Feroso's cock tip, swallowing it up.

She paused. She blinked. And Feroso looked back at her with a bit of confusion. An expression that begged the question, 'what's this silly nonsense? Penis in vagina penetration? I thought you were kinkier than that!' And Ceylon was, she just thought it would be funny. So, while the pair of them remained frozen in position, Ceylon angling Feroso's cock so it was hald buried between her thick pussy lips, there was a moment of awkward silence broken by the pair of them breaking down in laughter and Ceylon collapsing onto Feroso's back.

"Okay, you had me there. I thought you got me all worked up for something kinky and hardcore but then just...that!" Feroso joked, her tail maw opening and closing like it was imitating her words.

"Sorry! I thought it would be funny. I do have something more interesting in my head, just hold on for a moment." While she enjoyed the frivolous distraction, Ceylon had to concentrate. Once she was comfortable, she maintained her position kneeling over Feroso's thighs and got a firm grip on her cock once more. She had to be careful to not squeeze the thighs too much, because there was a lot of ballsack in between them, a pair of massive orbs that were churning and shifting with every touch. She still knew someone was in there, but she chose to not ask. What little psychic ability she had was reading that the prey were comfortable and happy and safe.

She once again slipped her thumbs and forefingers into the mimic's cock, making a four-point spread that gaped her urethra open big enough to fit a fist without any resistance. There was a guttural whorl as air entered and exited, the shaft opening up all the way to the base. Without further hesitation, she clenched her rump muscles and guided her tail tip right into her urethra, the three jaws of its tip squeezed tightly shut to make for the best and most tapered shape. Her hands remained gripping the cock head, keeping it under control as she tried to use her leverage to force her tail inside.

It was difficult at first. Even with her being in control and with the inside of the shaft well lubricated with precum and bits of fluids seeping from deep within, an excessive amount of pressure was needed to make her thick tail slide into the cavernous cock passage. It was close, but her tail was thicker than Feroso's cock and it wasn't quite enough, at least not until she delicately slid one hand down to where the three jaws of her tailmaw met the rest of her tail.

With a bit of extra pressure, she kept one hand wrapped around Feroso's cock just behind the ridge of her head and the other wrapped around the base of her own tail cock. With the very tips of the three jaws still resting just inside the urethral opening, she took a deep breath and squeezed the two together like she was trying to make a comically overdramatic pose in order to plug a male plug into the female end. By applying the right pressure and angle, she was able to force Feroso's cock around her tail maw's three jaws, the head squeezing tight where the jaws met the rest of the tail. There was a quick and loud lurch as squelching mess sputtered out from between the mimic's cock flesh and Ceylon's feathers and fur.

Ceylon glanced forward and saw that Feroso was cuddling her own chest like pillows, eyes rolling a bit and her entire body heaving.

She was trying her best to keep her composure as she felt Ceylon's tail penetrate deep into the depths of her cock. She was drooling, as was her tail maw, all over her back and shoulder. "O-okay, yeah! That's worth the wait." She said while tensing her loins and flexing her cock's entire length.

"Oh, that's just what I needed to do to start. I'm not done yet." She leaned into Feroso, applying as much pressure on her tail as possible. The bulbous, tapered tip felt plenty of resistance and friction from the rippling inner flesh of the mimic's cock, but was able to wiggle and worm and snake its way deeper and deeper, like a knot worming its way into her balls.

Then, once the jaws were past the base, ready to curl up and join the prey in Feroso's orbs, Ceylon paused to close her eyes and concentrate. Then, a second later, there was a deep and intense pressure welling up in Feroso's passage as the three jaws all splayed out inside forming a lock just within her torso like a knot, ensuring that no amount of tugging would pluck the tail from her depths unless those jaws closed. Similar to a speculum, pressing out against her insides but also widening more than her passage would allow. Ceylon even tugged a few times to really emphasize how stuck her tail really was, all while half-cocking a gape-beaked grin at Feroso.

It was quite the delight to see the mimic's face contort a bit as she felt the intense pressure of the three jaws all stretching her out. It wasn't beyond her capabilities, but the exact application of pressure, the angle, and the strength in which the tail's jaws all remained pressing out ensured they were stuck together. Tied. Knotted. Locked up. It was even better when Ceylon's tail swayed back and forth like a happy pet, only the opened tip was anchored deep within Feroso's urethra. "Hnnngph! Okay, yeah tha-"

"Not done yet." Ceylon silenced her. "That's only the first half."

"Oh my." It was a silly thing to say, innocuous even. But it was all Feroso could conjure as the pleasure of having her cock ravaged from the inside was rendering her only half conscious.

"Exactly. Now, do we need a safe word?" Ceylon asked, giving another tug and pausing to offer a gentle smack of her bulbous ass. "Or are you more straightforward than that. I'm really not into the whole roleplay thing where the bottom acts like they're being hurt or can't handle it, so I don't really have a safeword. Well, I have one but it's never used."

Feroso shook her head, the fiery red of her hair glinting in the light. "No, I guess not. I could but I just don't think that'll be a problem. If you do anything I don't like I'll just tell you." She then clenched her loins a bit and arched her back to tug on Ceylon's tail, relishing the pressure of the tail petals all splayed out inside her. "Not bondage, so I'm not immobile. If I don't like something, I'll just kick ya or something. Or maybe my tail will bite you."

Ceylon caressed the underside of one of Feroso's tail maw's chins. "Oh, I don't think this baby here would hurt me. Don't worry about it. Let's have some fun." She then leaned back a bit while still straddling Feroso's thighs, concentrating on conjuring up some magic from the ademane glands in her neck. She used the base of her tongue to massage them, and then gaped open her beak to let a slimy trail of magically infused saliva drool onto both of her open palms.

Extra slick. Less likely to dry out in the air. It was ever so subtly glowing the faintest teal. If the room was dark, it would have been more easily seen.

"What's up with that?" Feroso asked, barely able to focus with the continuous pressure on her guts from her urethra. Most notably she could feel that two of Ceylon's three maw petals were on either side of her prostate, cradling it without milking it directly. This cleverly kept her from climax.

After letting the last of her magically infused saliva drip into her hand, Ceylon licked her beak and started smearing it all over herself all the way up the forearms to the elbow. This gave her black flesh a subtle teal accent. "Little something I concocted. Bit of magic, lots of saliva from my overactive salivary glands. Mix it, makes it as good as any lube but conjured on a whim. I will need to drink a lot of water once we're done, but in the mean time this stuff won't dry out." While she explained the concoction coming from deep within her beak, she used one hand to smear some of it all over Feroso's pucker, moistening her all around the puffy rim and up between the rump cheeks.

The touch made Feroso instinctively arch her back and push into it. Her tail remained hoisted up high, ensuring there was no resistance and there was unfettered access to her pucker. She didn't need to say anything, she just pleasantly growled and grinned as she waited to see what Ceylon had in mind.

"Good, good. Again, if I go too hard, just say something, mmkay?" Ceylon insisted, fingers still trailing circles around Feroso's opening. She was deliberately massaging the muscle and flesh there, loosening it up while also applying a tonne of lube not only to the sphincter but also to the rippling guts inside. When Feroso didn't respond, Ceylon internally decided it was time to get to the fun stuff.

She leaned into Feroso's behind, one hand with all fingers and her thumb in one point to make her fist tapered. She pushed all five tips into the mimic's opening, twisting and pushing in just a bit at a time to slowly dilate the flesh. She eased in, did another twist, then pulled out before pushing in again, this time going a bit deeper and being a bit rougher.

There wasn't much in terms of resistance. Feroso's flesh wasn't too tight and Ceylon could easily have gone all the way in at once but just like every other aspect of the foreplay she wasn't planning on just jumping to the end. She wanted to draw it out a bit before getting to the fun parts. Every time she pushed in and then twisted and pulled out, Feroso's flesh got pulled out a bit, the hole extending outwards before letting go and reverberating with a squelchy, guttural whorl, her guts echoing deeply.

The mimic whimpered a bit, begging to feel what Ceylon had to offer. She wanted more - heck, her flesh had already wrapped around the gryphon's beak with ease - but she was enjoying the build up, too. Much like Ceylon, She was striving to find someone who understood her and knew how to balance the foreplay and the climax. Sure, just jumping to the extreme stuff was fun if she was in a hurry, but that wasn't the case. She was aching for that release but she knew if they took their time it'd feel better.

So She had no problems holding off, doing her best to relax her loins, and waiting for Ceylon to take it to the next level. With the tail maw still anchored deep within her she was struggling to not melt into a blubbering fool, yet the specific positioning kept her from having her prostate milked.

Ceylon could tell that this was getting to be mildly frustrating for Feroso. She could only do warm ups and teasing for so long. So, once she felt comfortable she started alternating between both her hands. She'd slip one most of the way in, up to the knuckles before the flesh extended to swallow her to the wrist, then pull out and do the same with the other. She'd happily alternate between them, getting each one to the point where the mimic's flesh was on the cusp of lurching forth and swallowing her to the wrists only to pull out and leaving her gaping for a second before pushing the other one in.

It was fast. It was intense, but it was decidedly superficial. Ceylon was deliberately stopping from going deeper, choosing to leave her partner gaping and her guts practically begging for more. So when Ceylon finally buried herself beyond the elbow in a single motion without warning, it felt all the sweeter to Feroso.

Her eyes went wide, she arched her back and pushed into Ceylon as she felt the balled up fist slide past her opening, through her first passage, and forced its way into her depths. The second, slightly tighter tunnel of her guts that took Ceylon's fist up to somewhere near her heart. She curled her toes at the sensation of not only Ceylon's fist clenching and rolling inside her but also the tickle of the gryphon's upper arm feathers grazing her rump cheeks. It was delightful and she tried her best to relax and enjoy it but the natural bodily response was for every muscle in her abdomen to clamp down and try to force it out.

But Ceylon was expecting this. The gryphon not only didn't let herself be squeezed out of Feroso's depths, she also started rolling her wrist to use her knuckles to massage and caress the mimic's depths. She could feel the tighter passage clenching around her wrist and fist while her entire forearm was held snug between Feroso's opening and the tighter entrance to that second passage.

Guts could be fun, but there were many elements to consider. The anal sphincter - the big puffy pink pucker at the entrance - was where a lot of the strongest and stretchiest muscles got exercised. It was, on most people, the tightest part that was often to tight to penetrate comfortably. But the more it was stretched and teased and pleasured, the wider it spread and the easier it could be stuffed with all the fun bits, be they fists or cocks or toys or whole people with the right mix of potions.

Next, came the rectum. The nearest part to the exit. It was loose in there, with stretchy flesh that could handle a lot and didn't have any muscles directly attached to it so it had little control. That said, the abdominal and pelvic muscles could be used to caress whatever was inside it, it just required a level of skill and tone that most didn't have.

That's where the rest of the guts picked up. After a tight bend that was often called a second sphincter despite not being that at all, the intestines do a loop around the body, at least in most mammals. It was a bit tighter and with a bit less malleability than the anal sphincter and rectum, which meant it was snug as could be and had little to no muscle control aside from the surrounding abdominal wall. Pelvic muscles didn't really apply because it was too deep.

Starting from the entrance, it was a tight ring of puffy flesh wrapped around Ceylon's elbow. Her entire forearm was gently held within the rectum, then the tighter 'second sphincter' was clenched around her wrist and her entire fist was snugly held in her deeper guts. Once she got a good and proper internal survey of the land, noting that Feroso's guts were a straighter than most mammals, thus making penetration easier, she pulled out entirely and did the same with her other arm all the way to the elbow.

Just like before, she pushed one hand in as deep as it would go, ending when her bicep hit the crook between tail and rump cheek. She'd clench up a fist inside, grind around a few times, then pull out and do the same with her other hand, starting with a tapered fist with all five fingers in one point. Again and again, in and out. She'd batter that gal's guts, punching deep and hard only to get a proper feel before pulling out and doing it again.

Most notably, she could feel that the intestinal architecture of Feroso's insides were adjusting a bit more every time to better accommodate her. With each new elbow-deep punch she felt less and less resistance, the wrinkled walls of her guts were stretching out and un-wrinkling to accommodate her. It could have been a natural response to the intense, deep, and quick motions of each fisting or it could have been a result of her mimic nature adapting her body to the situation. Either way, Ceylon loved it.

Not only did she love it, it was really starting to get her moist and dripping with her own eager anticipation. In addition to being infatuated with the sensation of gut flesh caressing and sliding up and down her forearm with every motion, but everything else was exciting her as well. The fruity scent of Feroso's juices lingered in her nares. The subtle squelches and guttural whorls of sound reverberating off her gaping walls was music to her ears. The taste of her buzzed on her tongue. The image of that tenderized pink pucker distending and dilating to take her arm and then retracting after pull-out and subsequent gape. All of her senses were tingled, and it was hard to not empathetically feel all of this happening to her, as well.

Her ability to do this to others and receive it in equal measure meant that with every deep punching motion she could almost feel what it would have been like to have Feroso do it to her. She could practically feel her own fist coursing through her guts as she did her work on the mimic's behind. All the while, Feroso was lost in a puddle of her own drool, the tail maw nearly bubbling as the fluids from deep inside her sputtered. The tail in her cock kept tugging and teasing her prostate from within her urethra, nearly bringing her to climax with every motion on either end.

And Ceylon could feel it all. It wasn't a perfect representation, but that psychic ability she had meant that she could pick up what others were broadcasting, even if subconsciously. Her pussy winked its mare clit and drooled her own concoction onto the floor all while her walls tingled, emulating the heat and friction felt be Feroso's guts as they got pummelled.

Even with all her senses inundated and Feroso in a gooey, drooly mess, Ceylon wasn't done. This was mostly all warmup. She had a very specific plan to finish the mimic off and she only hoped that wouldn't leave her too tired to return the favour. Well, it probably would, and that would be fine. Right now Ceylon just wanted to absolutely destroy this hole set before her.

Ready to finish her off, Ceylon got one fist in just beyond the wrist and kept it there, each of her fingers flowing in waves to dance through the tenderized rump flesh that quivered and twitched against her touch. She then brought her other hand up with the fingers pressed tight to her wrist, forcing it in with a series of brisk yet relentless motions inward. She grinned with delight as she watched that tender pink pucker dilate and stretch to accommodate her. Before long, that second hand lurched past the knuckles to join the first, both palms pressed to one another inside.

She then made fists with both hands, interlocking fingers to make one big fist that was considerably wider than any one fist. Thicker. Firmer. Less give. When she went to pull, she found that Feroso's flesh refused to let go, so much so that she could pull the pucker out beyond even the edge of her bulbous rump cheeks.

From that position she could feel that if Feroso relaxed just right the flesh would have given up on her fists and she'd have to start over so she just leaned in as far as she could go, attempting to go in as deep as she was before. Up to the elbows. She failed, as Feroso's depths weren't that loose yet, but that didn't stop from putting all her weight into it. She pushed hard, twisted both wrists in unison to grind all of her knuckles against Feroso's walls, and then started pumping in shallow thrusts to tease both the inside of her pucker and the entrance to her deeper depths alternately.

Feroso got so inundated with pleasure at the sensation of having her insides so savagely beaten that she actually started chewing on the edge of the ottoman. Drool everywhere, puncture marks in the synthetic material. Her tail was drooling all over the place. Ironically, the only part of her not leaking and making a colossal mess was her cock, which was plugged up by Ceylon's tail. If anything, her cum and other fluids would be swallowed by the gryphon's tail maw, to be deposited in her womb. Interesting either way, but Feroso wasn't thinking about that when she was getting invaded from front and back simultaneously.

Ceylon was enjoying this perhaps a bit too much. Well, never too much, but she was losing herself to the freedom she got from this durable and malleable toy. A perfect partner. Exactly what she wanted. The passion took over her, leaving her in a semi-lucid state where she was only subconsciously pumping both fists in and out at the same time. Her eyes glazed over and she just let her more carnal side take over, losing herself to the rhythm of her double fists thrusting from the point of her wrists being wrapped in pucker and knuckles teasing from the inside and going as deep as she could.

She was getting so into it that she forgot to focus on what she had planned. Inside, She could actually feel the faint shape of her own opened tail maw splayed out just beyond the barrier between guts and urethra. She was meeting her own tail inside the mimic's body, unable to actually touch it since they were relegated to different systems. According to Feroso the cock and tail maw both went to her balls, but her guts were same as normal. This meant she couldn't fist her own tail maw through her, but it did mean she knew exactly where and how to find Feroso's prostate. She just needed to find the right angle to hit it and make it burst.

In the climactic way, of course. Not the bad way.

The more she worked the mimic's guts, the looser they got and the more they reacted to her punches. Then, as Ceylon was taking a moment to really get some tugging action in, relishing in the visual of distended pink flesh barely holding onto her wrists, Feroso felt a moment of reprieve. The constant punching of her guts left her loose, sloppy, exhausted, and unable to resist. She had only the faintest hint of abdominal strength left, so with the last of her power she bared down on Ceylon, compressing her entire passage to be folded up right near her entrance, the pressure forcing Ceylon's fists out of her with a glorious pop and sputtering of her fluids.

This was what Ceylon wanted. The image of her own hands being ejected from Feroso was glorious on its own but it was followed by a perfect rosebud. Feroso's plump pink pucker was dilated to the girth of both of Ceylon's forearms put together and gaping to reveal her insides, and the deep red of her depths were folded over themselves as they were scrunched up just before being forced out. It was like tightly packed petals of flesh cascading over themselves as her rump gave way, and every part of her guts that Ceylon had been abusing struggled to escape her.

Perfection. Ceylon couldn't help but press her hands down on either side of Feroso's hole, pushing the pucker inwards while caressing her inner folds to be more pronounced on the outside. Inverted guts, it looked like a negative but it was as swollen and red and juicy as Ceylon dreamed!

She couldn't help but lean in and get a taste, passing her tongue over the fleshy rose petals, burrowing in between them before finding the entrance to Feroso's depths. Once she got that far, she slid both of her thumbs around and gaped it open, blossoming the rose even farther.

All the while, Feroso's eyes were fluttering and she was grunting as she pushed the flesh out, her abdominal wall squeezing her torso that her guts would invert and spew out. Not much came out. Not yet. Which was good because Ceylon wasn't done with her.

With one single fist punch, Ceylon once again brought all fingers to a point and found the hole that led deeper, stuffing Feroso's guts back inside while also going all the way in to her elbow again, this time punching down against her anterior wall, right where her own tail maw was splayed out and locked inside Feroso's urethra. She deliberately was aiming for her prostate.

But that wasn't enough, not really. For as much as she loved absolutely ruining the mimic's holes with all the reckless abandon she always wanted, her own empathetic psychic reception and her insatiable pussy conspired to distract her. She moved with the precision of an expert, hopping to her feet with her ankles nestled on either of Feroso's hips while never letting her tail escape Feroso's cock. It did twist inside, giving a unique sensation to her as its entire length rotated inside her urethra, but only her fist burst from her now inverted rump.

She then bent down, caressed the underside of feroso's tail with her lubed-up hands and guided its tapered maw to between her legs. Before either Feroso or the tail itself - which maintained a mind of is own - could react, Ceylon had wrapped both hands around its body and forced its three jaws into her, the gryphon's soaking wet cunt dilating with ease to accommodate it. Not only did she ensure all of its jaws were nestled inside her, she continued to pull on her tail, tugging it up into her bit by bit as she squatted down, forcing the whole appendage into her pussy.

By the time she was sitting on Feroso's hips, the mimic's tail had long since breached Ceylon's Cervix and was curled up in her womb, its girth giving her a clear and distinct belly bulge that made her look like she was gravid with a whole clutch of super-sized eggs. Not only that, but the tail kept slithering inside her, making the various bulge shapes cascade over one another, like a bundle of snakes were mating inside her.

Once she came to be completely sitting on the small of Feroso's back, hiding her tail entirely between her pussy lips, she adjusted herself so she was kneeling again, only this time facing away from Feroso. She wasted no time, once again balling both fists up together and easing them into the mimic's backside, where the flesh gave way instantly and Ceylon nearly fell off due to how little resistance she found deep within her partner's depths.

The angle was perfect. Ceylon's double fist punch went all the way in to the elbows, stuffing Feroso's guts back inside while also perfectly trapping her prostate between Ceylon's tail maw and her hands. Not only this, but Feroso's tail was coiled and bundled up inside the gryphon's womb, a part of her that had the same sensitivity as her cock. For all intents and purposes, Feroso's pseudo-cock was buried to the hilt in Ceylon's cunt. Something she'd never felt before and didn't know she wanted.

Between the absurdity of the scene with Ceylon sitting on Feroso's back, tail hidden inside her and fists lost deep to her rump and tail invading her cock, it was too much. The pressure on the prostate, the absolute and utter destruction of her guts, and the sudden and intense swallowing of her tail conspired to make her virtually explode in overwhelming pleasure.

Except there was nowhere for her cum to erupt. The plug of Ceylon's tail maw ensured that passage was blocked. So, since her balls were connected to the tail, she felt the pressure reverse and go out that way to fill Ceylon's womb as her tail maw spewed a combination of fluids into her.

But much like Feroso's unique anatomy, Ceylon's womb also attached to her tail, meaning as the eruption of seed burst out of Feroso's tail it just coursed back through Ceylon's tail and back into her balls, creating a cyclone of never-ending climax. As her body ejected all its seed into Ceylon, it was just pumped back in, building pressure as her abdomen clenched. This lasted a full minute, which doesn't sound long on paper but is an eternity when experiencing an extended, intensifying, never-ending orgasm.

The moment Ceylon finally pulled her fists out of Feroso's rump, her guts came out with them. Inverting and unfolding all the way down so far the tip of her oozing, drooling flesh was resting alongside her knees. A prolapse so long it was as big as her thighs and draped over her massive, churning balls and leaking her natural fluids onto her own cock and the bit of Ceylon's tail sticking out of her. Ceylon's tail was pulsating as the cycle of orgasmic pumping continued through both of their reproductive systems.

Eventually, after a moment of nirvana, Ceylon fell off Feroso and onto the ground, the tail maw tugging out of her in one fluid motion and leaving her gaping as much as Feroso. Her tail retracted its three jaws and slowly pulled out of Feroso's cock, unplugging the system from both ends, leaving every orifice between them gaped and leaking various fluids all over. Feroso's guts remained hanging out, but neatly placed between her thighs, her cock was oozing cum over the side of the wall, Ceylon's tail was belching seed, and the gryphon's cunt was leaking.

They huffed, they struggled to take in a breath, and could barely speak once the bliss passed. Every hole on both of them was wrecked, at least for now. Ceylon and Feroso both knew that their bodies would heal by morning.

"Wanna hook up again?" Ceylon asked in between gasps.

"Who said we're done here?" Feroso joked, but then gasped a bit as she realized she was too tired for round three. They'd need some juice before going for the trifecta.

"Hey, I think it's my turn, you gotta wreck me now, but I'd be happy to hold off a bit. Even I'm pretty exhausted." Ceylon protested.

As the pair of them contemplated what to do next, Ceylon's tail slithered over to Feroso's, which was draped over the side of the ottoman, locking up on a sensual kiss that continued to pass the remaining mess between them.