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Trying Something New and Old** - **** Act II**

Ceylon kept his wing wrapped around Foxifly, holding her close to his chest while their tails continued to make out behind them. Her vulva digits kept a firm grip on his knot, holding it in place while the pointy tips applied pressure to the rim of his sheath. It was mildly painful, but painful in a way that just accentuated the sensation of her hot flesh snugly squeezing around him.

"So what now?" He asked. "I think we got to the fun bit a little too fast." He was referring to the fact that his knot was now firmly locked in place and that they wouldn't be parting ways for a while.

Foxifly just buzzed a purr at him while her antennae teased his beak chin. "Why does it have to be anything? Why can't we just relax a bit. Enjoy the scenery. I'll be retiring very soon, and it might be fun to just not do much of anything for once. Drone bodies are very busy, of course. Time to rest." She nuzzled down against his front talon, using it like a pillow while their tail maws both were locked together in a deeply passionate embrace. A smooch. Locked tailmaw lips. Ceylon's long, snake-like tail maw led to his womb when male and Foxifly's did the same, though hers looked more like a fox tail or insect abdomen. The saliva and other sexual fluids were leaking out from between their lips.

Of course she was correct. Why not just rest for a bit. Rather than get philosophical or introspective on her, Ceylon simply laid back, the tug of his knot on her depths pulling her up onto his belly as he laid on his back, wings spread and paws folded up over his chest. "Does it hurt?"

"Retirement? Naw. No different then just going to sleep. I get to curl up, relax, and just fall into slumber. The only difference is that I don't wake up in this form. I wake up in a new one." She also splayed out so that she was spread as wide as she could go, head on his chest and belly, wings folded up tight between them. "You might be taking this a bit seriously. I was mostly just trying to be silly, you know. Like I said, retiring drones and replacing them is no different to me than you shedding feathers or Leera moulting her skin. The only real difference is that we're connected by a hive mind instead of attached. Sorry if I came across as a bit too somber or sad about it all."

"Oh, it's fine. Just took me a bit of time to properly jog my memory and get in the right mindset." Ceylon agreed. He then used his rear paws to dexterously grab the end of her tail and the end of his and forcefully pull them apart, leaving gooey trails of slims and saliva bridging between them. Both maws then gasped and actively slithered in place, looking for a place to latch on before once again finding one another. They both had a mind of their own and had no desire to stay apart. "But now that we're here, I guess...what do we do? I know I'm going around in circles I just go that bird brain and can't relax most of the time."

She laughed gently. A soft chuckle more than anything else. "Oh, you think you have a bird brain, do you? I have a thousand drones and each of them are doing something different, while my core mind juggles all of them at once. I get it. I really do." She squirmed a bit, the movement tugging Ceylon's knot deep inside her. While it was clear he was very tightly locked in and barely moving once fully tied, she showed no discomfort. Most people would be straining to handle a knot that big compared to their body, the girth and firmness of it testing their limits and threatening to split them open. But not Foxi. Despite her not being the most sexually active of the Vore House members, she was remarkably adventurous and malleable.

It was only a matter of time before each of Ceylon's six lobes burst from her depths and she leaked gryphon seed all over the place.

Ceylon knew this, and actively had to shift his weight and angle his hips so that his knot remained deep inside her, the girth of the knot just beyond her opening and locked in place. Had any of his lobes stretched her open the rest of his member would slip right out in one messy motion. Fortunately, those pedipalps of hers were wrapped tight around his cock's neck - the length between the underside of the knot and the tip of the sheathe - to hold it in place. But the sharpness of the claw tips of those vulva-digits was milking him for all he had. Despite being able to carry on a conversation and act naturally, his loins were actively stirring, balls tensing and pumping shot after shot of his cum into her. He could actually feel her belly bloating a bit against him as her womb inflated.

"You sure you're gonna be okay?" He asked, gently caressing her belly, dragging his claws through her fur to churn his essence inside her.

Again, she laughed a bit. Clearly a bit more casual for her. "Yeah, I've had worse. And seriously, if you wanted you could really go wild with me. I'd say I'd be sore in the morning but let's be honest and admit that I'll be as fresh as can be when my new body arrives. So yeah, I challenge you!" She got a sudden boost of energy and enthusiasm as she shifted in place, twisting her body and forcing the knot to grind against her inner walls while she got a better position. Once she found her place, properly in a cowgirl position sitting on Ceylon's lap, the knot did one final lurch to lock into place once more. She shuddered a bit and took a few deep breaths to compose herself before pointing triumphantly at him. "I challenge you! See if you can break me!"

Ceylon couldn't help but blink as his paws folded on his chest. His ears want flat to his head and his pupils dilated. "Are you sure? I don't wanna hurt you."

"That's the challenge! I bet you can't. If you do I'll say so." She kept a finger pointed at him while her other patted her very slowly swelling belly. "Since when have I ever not been upfront about my...self? I don't have the energy to do any of the work but it could be fun! Really just go wild. I got nothing to lose, I can tell you need a release. And it's not often you're in this male form so let's see what you got!" As she laid the gauntlet for Ceylon, her voice had a distinct layer of buzzing and her antennae twitched, rubbing against each other all the while.

His eyes narrowed. "Okay. But you gotta promise me you'll warn me if I go too far. I don't want any lingering resentment if I don't know when to stop. Usually I'm pretty damn precise in knowing the limits of my partner but I can't employ my psychic abilities when your core essence is way off in the mountains. Not while also losing myself to carnal lust!"

"Carnal lust? Dude, that's not something people actually say. Sounds silly to say it out loud. Keep that to your internal narration. For now, though, stop chattering that beak of yours and have a go at me! I offer you no limits! I mean, you know what I'm not into, don't do that. That thing you're thinking as a joke? Don't do that. That other thing...try it and my tail maw will bite your dick off." She winked and half smirked with a knowing nod. "Or not really, but have fun either way."who was being

"Alright. Alright Sheesh. If you insist. But if I turn on feral mode I don't wanna hear you complaining. I get bitey and clawey." He stopped to ponder that thought. "Then again, if I do end up swallowing you down, I guess that's sort of the goal, isn't it? What with us being in The Wilds, all my systems are safe for exploration."

Foxifly leaned down and slapped him on the chest, the movement deliberately tugging on his knot even as her vulva-digits continued to squeeze harder. "Now you're getting it! Come on, I'm almost out of energy to enthusiastically push back!"

A moment of pause washed over them as Ceylon took a moment to allow himself to submit to his more feral side. He went out of his way to close his eyes, take in a deep breath, and let the carnal, bestial side take over, but nothing happened. He could feel the sensations bubbling up in the back of his loins, like it just needed a nice little push to go over the edge and lead him into some aggressive, limitless fun, but nothing happened. With breath held and every muscle in his body relaxed, he just couldn't bring himself to do what he clearly was intending to do.

She noticed this and spun around so she was looking at him, her motion spinning his knot lobes around inside her while her buglike fingertips slid across the flesh of his member's neck. The sensation of his firm flesh grinding against her did make her curl her toes in delight if only for a moment, but she had to address him. "Everything alright? You were just about to go wild."

Her inquiry shook Ceylon out of his hypnotic stance. "Oh, yeah. Maybe? No? I don't actually know." He ruffled his feathers and took in another deep breath, forcefully digging his front claws into her hips to hold her in place because he knew that's what he needed to do if he wanted to get rough. But that's the only reason he was doing it. Because he knew that he needed to. That's how dominant drakes held onto their bitches and mares and hens. They wrapped both front legs around the hips, bit down on the back of the neck if necessary, and got a grip tight enough to ensure their partner wasn't able to move. That's what he needed to do, but he just wasn't feeling it.

Such behaviour was logical. Reasonable. Rational. But it didn't feel right. Yeah, it was fun to go wild from time to time, to just let loose and be aggressive, but that really wasn't Ceylon. Most of the stuff he was doing, he was only doing it because it was the logical thing to do, but as time went on he was less about that sort of thing. With each subsequent lifetime he grew more and more distant from the actual act of sex. All the stuff surrounding it was fun, but sex itself was not really all that appealing.

Ceylon was, once upon a time, a genderless quadruped. One born with neither male nor female genitalia. His ability to transform his body in small ways manifested at a young age, and one of the first things he did was to use that innate magical ability to grow a penis. Because back then humans were a dominant race on Dalon and thus masculinity was heralded as the stronger of the two sexes.

For many years, Ceylon lived as a male gryphon. A drake, as they are often called. But he never truly felt male. Other males in his adopted flock and other males in the human culture just came across as barbaric, stupid, and driven by hormones. They lacked finesse or dignity, in his eyes. But since he'd lived so long as a male, that was the identity he adopted as his own so he felt the need to try and fit in.

It wasn't until he started experimenting more with transformation magic that he leaned he could also create female genitals to replace his male ones if and when he was in the mood for that. It wasn't even about sex, he just liked the feeling of feminine grace and how it made him feel. Of course, the sex came soon thereafter. As a young adult with new hormones flowing through their body, they quickly found the allure of female desire and immediately used this opportunity to lift tail to anyone who'd mount her.

Fortunately for her, she wasn't fertile. At this point she had the magical ability to shape her flesh as she deemed fit, emulating female parts and even producing the requisite hormones, but she was sterile. Unable to create fertile eggs or offspring. This was good news as it meant she could enjoy herself without any caution. No worries about being gravid or pregnant, and so few intimately shared infections could jump from one race to another that it was hardly even worth mentioning. Doubly so that she had that innate transformation magic that always made her biology just unique enough that she couldn't really catch anything, not even the gryphon, avian, or feline exclusive diseases.

So she was a young, free gryphoness with the ability to be whatever and whoever she wanted. And what she wanted to be fluctuated for many years. Centuries, even. Some days she felt more masculine, sometimes she felt more feminine. Some days she wanted to be a masculine female, other times she wanted to be a feminine male or anything and anywhere in between.

But one thing that took an exceptionally long time for her to realize was that, even if she felt male sometimes it rarely coincided with sexual desires. She could play the part of a drake for her partners. She could and would happily grow that massive knotted cock that had become famous if the person she was with wanted to bottom, but it was very rarely her preferred form.

Ceylon had one favourite form, and it was always somewhere near the androgyny line. A neither masculine nor feminine body shape, neutral features, and no external genitalia. No sheath, no cock, no balls, no breasts, no nipples. The only way you could see her naughty bits and know what she had equipped was literally to lift her tail. When it came to how she presented herself, it was always neutral but fluid. Could be masculine, could be feminine, but the point was that it didn't matter. Sure, sometimes she felt like she tipped the scales one way or another but that wasn't too often. In daily life, she just acted however she felt was most appropriate, regardless of the gender presented.

But when it came to sex and other forms of physicality, there was quite an imbalance. When male or masculine, she was nearly asexual. Had very little active interest in mounting anyone. Oh, sure, she loved having a cock sometimes but didn't care all too much about using it on others. While she was happy to play that role for others if it did the job, it wasn't her default setting. When she was in her male form or had a cock, it was not for her pleasure but for others.

But as a female things were different. She was a total slut as a hen-mare. When she shifted her form to have a big meaty mare pussy, she was insatiable. She wanted to be fucked by any and all cocks she could find. Cocks, fists, toys, random phallic objects, particularly smooth rocks, eggs, and whole people if she got particularly needy. She found her desires completely shifted depending on how she identified and what her body looked and felt like.

The same thing could be said for her ability to shift between her more natural quadruped form and her custom-transformed biped form. So many factors involved would make a world of difference in how she felt, what she wanted, and who she wanted to invite into her. It also meant their pronouns kept shifting from male to female to nonbinary on a whim. This is why she didn't mind what people thought or said any given time. Unless they looked under her tail to see what she had equipped that day, nobody could realistically know how she was feeling.

And in this moment, while he was a strong and powerful drake with knot buried in a sexy little fox-moth pussy, he just wasn't feeling like a top. Ceylon was buried to the hilt in one of his best friends, with an open invitation to do whatever he wanted however he wanted with literally no limits and he just didn't feel in the mood to do much of anything. He didn't want to fuck her, he didn't want to gently caress her, he didn't want to pop that knot in and out of her, he just lost all desire seemingly at random.

It wasn't her fault. Of course it wasn't. The two of them were very similar in this manner. Both Ceylon and Foxifly were only selectively sexual. Both were great at performing and did enjoy the performance aspect of it but they were not really sexual outside of specific circumstances. Ceylon wanted to ravage that insect-glazed cookie of hers but he just wasn't feeling it. He wasn't obligated to do anything, he wasn't being paid to play a role, and he knew she was just doing it for his sake so he wasn't really into it.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked, her compound eyes vibrating as a deep vibrating buzz emanated from deep within her chest. A sensation that coursed through her body and even went so far as to give his cock an encompassing massage. "You've been staring off into the distance for a bit longer than I'd attribute to your usual spacey nature."

Ceylon shook himself free again, bringing him back to the crystal-lit glade. "Sorry. Just realizing that I'm not sure I wanna be in this role today." He stayed on his back with Foxifly sitting on his lap looking at him. The bulge of his knot and cock could be seen through her abdominal wall, throbbing and pulsating as his precum got pumped up into her. Even if he wasn't fully in the mood the natural instincts had taken hold and the grip around his knot ensured he was still fulfilling that role.

She understood him. "Oh? Bit of a switch flipped, eh? What happened there?"

"No idea! I was gearing up to go wild and it just dissolved. Evaporated. Once the image of me losing myself to my more feral side came up I just lost it. You know how I hate feeling out of control and how my drake side tends to bring that out in me more." He explained, front talons folded up on his chest. His cock remained buried to the hilt inside her, creating a bit of cognitive dissonance as he was musing about how he wasn't in the mood while still being tied up tight to her. Such is the nature of knot-based mating. Once locked, you can't really escape. Usually.

"So what are you going to do then? Just go right towards letting me rest?" Foxifly ran her hands through his chest feathers, still trying to fill the role of the affectionate one.

It was a weird state of mind for the pair of them. Both of them were pretty hands-off when it came to personal intimacy with few exceptions, but both of them were very good at 'turning it on' when performing at The Vore House. Foxifly was so neutral most of the time she was known to read books while observing others doing the most kinky, full-bodied acts and not see that as strange, but as a participant she'd be the most loving, motherly character or the most ravenous predator ever. She had a knack for the performance of it, and Ceylon was very similar in that regard.

Ceylon likewise had little interest in actual emotional connection linked with intimacy, but when performing a role, be it male or female, pred or prey, he'd dive headfirst into it. He could be scary as a predator even though everyone knew him as a softie. He could be meek and submissive as prey if the situation called for it. He could be sultry and seductive or dominant and aggressive depending on mood and partner, but Foxifly wasn't any of those partners.

Foxi was his friend. His companion. Someone who got him. They understood each other so internally they understood that they didn't need to put on an act. Ceylon had no problem when it came to playing a role but in this situation it seemed unnecessary. So there was no point. No point in playing the part of the big, dominant drake for the sake of an audience or as performative art. There were no cameras rolling, no commission work to be done. Just him and his buddy who were happy to just relax a bit and enjoy the stars beyond the boundaries of the Vore House Wilds.

"Yeah. Yeah I think I might." He admitted. "I just don't have it in me to worry too much about this. I really did want to ravage you. Split ya in two - not literally, of course - but I just don't want to. I think I'd be happy if we just cuddled a bit until you're ready to cocoon inside me. Is that what you call it? Cocoon? My memory is coming back a bit. Don't really need to ask questions. No idea what came over me. I guess my male half really does fuck with my brain."

She winked at him and leaned back, hand on her distended belly. "So if you're not really in the mood then what are we gonna do about this? Doesn't exactly...deflate on its own until the load has been delivered. Right?" Her vulva-digits receded, folding back up between her outer cookie-shaped lips and her inner more anthro folds, practically disappearing between the wrinkles of flesh within her.

He had a solution for that. "Oh, I wouldn't worry." He said, still flopped onto his back with his wings spread wide for balance and all four of his feet folded on his chest and belly. A moment later, his cock began to shrink while still inside her. Not deflate, like a knot withering after a proper mating session, but shrink. He wasn't 'finishing' in the proper sense, he was transforming.

The flesh of his member softened and melted inside Foxifly's depths, the outer lining serving as a pouch for the liquefied insides. It was kinda gross and squishy, like a half-filled water balloon inside Foxifly's loins, but that sensation didn't last. Before long, the fluid matter was sucked into Ceylon's loins, the lining of his cock folding inside out, forming a hole in his crotch as his member shifted into a formless, textureless vaginal canal.

Sadly, this left Foxifly's depths empty and hollow, which was mildly disappointing for her. She didn't always love being stuffed that way but sometimes it was nice and Ceylon's cock was one of the few that seemed to fit perfectly inside her. Instead, she simply squatted down as best she could, rubbing her lips against the gryphons as Ceylon's vulva swelled and puffed up, filling with the redistributed cock flesh after the transformation.

It didn't take long at all before his loins had completely changed to their new form, mentally and internally making him feel more like her. She. The now-gryphoness could feel her loins swelling with arousal as her equine lips and thick, fat mare-like clit filled out, inflating to full size. She always had a nice, thick equine-like rump, a plump perfectly round donut under that tail of hers, so that didn't change. But now, attached to it towards the anterior end of her torso, a big and thick pair of plump, juicy lips.

She loved that. She loved having something distinct and oversized. She adored the freedom it gave her. As a size queen, a mare pussy was the sort of slit that could accommodate any size, even if it was the cock of a dragon ten times her size. Of course, that transformation magic innate in her body ensured she could have any shape genitals she wanted. And wanting equine-like pussy lips and clit was the first step in her gradually making the shift away from being a pure gryphon - of feline and avian hybridization - to a proper chimera.

Now, after many lifetimes and cycles, she had bits and pieces of many different species depending on mood and partner. She could have canine vulva in that iconic spade or fortune cookie style. She could have mare-like lips with the plump, pouty flesh and the winking clit. She could have a more petite, discrete slit like a feline even if that wasn't usually her go to. She could have a horse cock, her multi-purpose gryphon cock, or a more lance-like feline cock with all the barbs. She could also mix and match any parts with different sheathes and access to nipples or not, if she so chose.

But she rarely chose to have both male and female parts at the same time. With the ability to transform, she really didn't need to do both. She was very rarely in the mood to top and bottom at the same time. Very rarely. It happened, but it was so infrequent it might as well have been never.

She also had acquired snake-like features in her tail, as the end opened up into three jaws and its entire length was a sexually-accented flesh tube that led to her womb; a womb she possessed whether in male or female form. And, when she was feeling especially strong as a power bottom or wanted to feel a bit of extra endurance, she'd shift her hindquarters to resemble a horse, making her a hippogryph for the time being.

So many different species and she could mix and match the bits and pieces at will. So many options, yet most of the time this was the form she took. Avian front half, a feline-equine hybrid back half, a snakelike tail, female genitals, no breasts. Perfection.

As the last bit of her transformation took hold and her loins did their final heartbeat-fuelled inflation, she couldn't help but start grinding into Foxifly, who was casually rubbing her own loins up and down Ceylon's slit.

While Foxifly was doing that, her insect-like vulva-digits unfurled again, this time with the intention of plucking and caressing Ceylon's velvety, pouty mare lips. Not only that, but at the apex of each grinding motion, when Foxi's relatively petite yet casually ravaged bits were as far forward on Ceylon as she could go, every one of her little pedipalps reached out to wrap around the gryphon's clit and give a tug.

The sharpness of the claws at the tip of each digit hit Ceylon just right, amplifying the sensations well beyond what normal pussy-on-pussy action would get. Some lovely lip smacking fun was always a nice way to start but having Foxifly's vulva-digits grabbing her clit like a little hand squeezing and tugging it was exactly how she wanted to get warmed up.

Such added sensations and the arousal of the transformation left Ceylon soaked inside and out. Her newly-formed passageway was seeping with slick, slimy female juices so much that when Foxi pressed down on her, the fluid squeezed out due to the pressure, soaking both of them. Thick strands of web-like arousal bridged from Foxi's inner thighs, groin, belly, and the underside of her tail to every matching part of Ceylon, getting them both soaked in the process.

"You really are easy, aren't you?" Foxifly joked, all while using her bug-like feet to wrap around Ceylon's thighs as she continued to grind up and down. She still took a moment every time she was far forward to let her lip-fingers (Yes, there's a lot of ways to describe them; they're tiny little insect-like legs that reach out from her her vaginal opening, we can have fun with the euphemisms) get a hold of the gryphon's clit before sliding off, unable to keep a grip due to the voluminous amounts of slick, natural lubricant. Those little claw tips helped, but it wasn't quite enough.

The plucking and clawing of her flesh made Ceylon actually lose herself a bit. Unlike before, in her male body where she was trying to forcefully lose herself to her bestial urges, this time it came naturally and almost against her own conscious desires. She didn't hesitate a bit to reach out with one of her front talons and cradle Foxi's cheek before pushing the fox-moth face first into her pussy. This meant that they were no longer nether-kissing, but that was fine.

Foxifly not only didn't resist but actually helped the process by sliding back and cradling Ceylon's tail base. With Ceylon's talon on her cheek and wrapped around the side of her head, she was getting her muzzle pushed directly between the gryphon's meaty mare lips, parting the jet-black, soaking wet flesh to reveal the thick and plump cherry pink insides. She got a direct, no-nonsense upfront view of the contrast between the glistening black and red flesh and it made her smile even as her muzzle was forced deeper.

Ceylon was being a little strange, since she made such a persona out of being in control at all times. Yet, as the final stages of her transformation took hold of her new body, she lost herself a bit. Not just a bit. She was being roughly aggressive with Foxifly in a way she'd feel bad about under any other circumstances. The gryphoness wasn't just casually rubbing her partner's face between her hind legs while bucking hips and arching her back, she was trying her best to actively force her in. As in, talon wrapped aroudn the head and forcing it in with so much pressure she had to use her inner thigh for leverage just to counterbalance the fact that her depths were still fresh and not yet fully warmed up.

That didn't matter. Instead of stopping, she grabbed Foxi's head with both front talons, using all her strength to use her muzzle as a dildo, pumping it in and out with a bit more pressure each time. It was a bit of a challenge to use all her muscles in her arms and upper body while relaxing her pelvic muscles, because if she clenched her loins a finger couldn't penetrate her. She had phenomenal muscle control there, a side effect of lifetimes worth of exercises.

Fortunately, Foxifly was just as into it as Ceylon. Perhaps even more so since it meant her time in this body was all that much closer to coming to an end. She was ready to rest, and this was the final stretch to the finish line. Ceylon's lengthy, fleshy, cozy passage to her womb was that final stretch. Just a sealed-up length from lips to cervix.

She got all four of her hands involved even as Ceylon kept ramming Foxis's head into her depths. Her top two arms reached up and wrapped around, burrowing in between thick vulva flesh and the engorged knob that was Ceylon's winking clit, prying open the anterior end of the slit as far as it could go, revealing a distinct triangle of red with the posterior end of her slit serving as the point.

When she got her second pair of hands up, the smaller pair, she then slipped both tiny fists into Ceylon's depths, angling just right so when she pulled out and down towards the posterior end - that's the back half closer to the tail hole - she was able to grip lips and then make a four point opening, resulting in a square gape!

Ceylon registered what was happening and immediately relaxed all her pelvic muscles, resulting in the fleshy walls of her pussy depths dilating to match the gape of Foxi's four hands. The soft glow of the nearby ademane crystals reflected off every wrinkle of her wall and seemed to focus the resulting light on her gaped cervix. Beyond that donut of bright pink flesh was an abyss of black. Nothing made it past there. And yet, it was lovely.

That's why Foxifly then dug her feet into the ground and pushed forward, aiding Ceylon's hungry grasping, her snout passing through the gaped opening as she entered the gryphon's cave. All four of her arms lowered past her shoulders, the edge of Ceylon's pussy lips passing over her with little to no resistance, the soft and tender walls smearing past her cheeks and soaking her fur to the skin.

Such a sensation of head and shoulders passing into her returned Ceylon to her less reserved form. She started reaching out to grab more of Foxifly to stuff into herself, legs up and depths alternating between the relaxation that allowed more to go deeper and the full-bodied contractions that came with the occasional peaks of pleasure that she got any time a new part slid past her clit or most sensitive inner folds.

The pressure and the friction of Foxifly's body passing through Ceylon's depths was exactly what both of them needed. Foxifly loved the snug coziness of it and Ceylon loved the building pressure in her loins. Everyone was winning, especially now that there wasn't much left to do.

Deeper and deeper Foxi slid until her muzzle came to rest comfortably within Ceylon's cervix. As a joke, she stuck her tongue out to lick the walls of the womb beyond while actively making a 'blebleble' sound as best she could. The slimy arousal fluids of Ceylon's walls muted her sounds but that didn't stop her from giggling a bit, her antennae buzzing while squeezed between the back of her head and the anterior wall of the gryphon's vaginal chasm.

A bit of a pause overcame the pair of them as Ceylon chose to grab Foxifly by the thighs once more, this time with a distinctly unique goal from before. Last time it would have been to mount her, but now in her female form it was to use her as a personal sex toy. She was on the cusp of having her fox-moth partner disappear into her with only her tail and legs sticking out, but instead she kept a firm grip and starting pumping her in and out like a toy. A partner for pleasure.

Both of them loved it. Foxifly was actually grinning ear to ear inside, even as the rough motions of her entire torso thrusting in and out of Ceylon's alternately loose and tight passage resulted in every bit of her body getting tousled and roughed up, from her fur being mottled and messy to her antennae bending and cracking. It didn't matter, it was all in good fun and it wouldn't matter in the morning.

Even her wings were roughed up beyond what they normally got to. The gossamer panels cracked and bent, snapped in half, and got punctured by Ceylon's claws, but it wasn't worth worrying about. That sort of injury healed within hours on a normal day. It sounded rougher than it actually was.

Which was why she decided to force Ceylon into the next step. As she was being pumped in and out of the gryphon's depths, the sounds of flesh and juices squelching and belching around her as air entered and exited past her, she reached forward in a diving position with her hands forward, eager to slip beyond Ceylon's clit. This resulted in her hands passing into gryphon womb and anchoring in place just before she was pulled out, subsequently tugging in the process, descending the womb towards Ceylon's distended vaginal opening.

This was definitely a moment of no return. So Ceylon silently admitted it was time to move on and prepared herself by relaxing every muscle in her torso from chest to loins. This loosened up her lips, let her clit hang out from its place nestled between her anterior wall, and dilated her cervix deep inside. She actually was going to grab each of Foxi's legs and force her in, delicately easing her partner in deeper until she disappeared but it was Foxifly who took control.

Once the cervix dilated enough, she wormed her way in deeper, using all four of her arms to slide into the gryphon's womb and pull herself up from there, her snout and face and upper body passing through with ease before lurching in deeper, the suction sensation of Ceylon's walls widening to accommodate her literally slurping her up.

The last thing Ceylon got to feel was a gentle kiss from Foxifly's tail maw before it slithered up inside her. She tried to reach into herself, to fist her own gaping, gasping opening to play around with Foxi a bit more only to have the fox-moth deliberately tug her extremities up inside. The lurch, spin, and resulting curl in her womb quickly left not a single feature outside, meaning Foxifly was too deep for Ceylon to explore by self-fisting. As a quadruped she wasn't really built for that angle so anything beyond the wrist wasn't going to be joining Foxifly in her deepest depths.

She even tried to grunt and push down, hoping to descend her cervix enough that she'd be able to fist it, but the best she could do was have a single finger slip through her constricting opening.

In a brief final moment, Foxifly found Ceylon's finger, gave it a squeeze, then they parted ways as the cervix sealed her off from the outside world. Inside, all she could hear was the churning of blood vessels pumping, the beating of Ceylon's heart, and the nearby squelching of air entering and escaping Ceylon's pussy length alongside her fist.

Defeated yet deeply satisfied, Ceylon flopped back, her fist exiting her plump slit as all seven limbs splayed out in all directions. Two front legs, two back legs, two wings, and a tail that was gasping and belching as it too sealed up. Both her pussy and tail maw led to her womb, so any air inside needed to be expelled, and some of it went out her tail instead of her birth canal.

And that was it. Inside, Foxifly squirmed and kneaded Ceylon's womb walls for only a few minutes before finding the comfort she needed to curl up and go to sleep. All the while, the pressure triggered something in Ceylon that helped her reach a dull and extended orgasm, one that wasn't explosive or violent but lowkey deep and more satisfying than normal. Like the difference between a vibrator-triggered clitoral orgasm vs a slow, friction and pressure-triggered G-spot orgasm. It made her melt even as the resulting gooey mess oozed out of her slit to coat her tail and hole.

She winked her clit a few times and took in a few breaths as her mind came back to where it needed to be. The weight of it all finally hit her. All the self reflection and introspection meant nothing in the long run. She had successfully unbirthed her friend, and not just in a way that would come back out the following morning. She was going to be cocooned in the process. Her body reverting back in much the same way Ceylon's cock had turned to goop before reforming.

It was weird, but it was fine. Just one of many of Foxifly's drone forms. One that was ready to retire. No better place to retire than in the womb of a close friend.

After Ceylon had cleaned herself up, licking her lips and bathing in the nearby stream with a visible bulge in her belly, she trudged silently back to camp where the others were still partying by the lake. All the while, Foxifly's essence spoke to her, the pair of them conversing telepathically without words. It was a special day for both of them, not a sad day.

Eventually, Ceylon found a hill overlooking the lake with all her best and closest friends, where she curled up around the Foxifly bulge and fell asleep. Her dreams that night a sort of homage to the time she'd spent getting to know her fox-moth friend.

Upon waking the next morning, she was shocked to see that she still had a bulge in her belly, but a new Foxifly had already shown up and had nested in the middle of her curl. This one a bit taller and thicker, with a fluffy moth mane, bright white coloration with navy blue around the insect joints, and cute red mandibles. Her tail was thicker than before, this one with gold rings around each segment and thicker, wider wings.

Still clearly Foxifly, but a new model.

"Hey, wake up. We've got so much to do today." She said while nudging Ceylon, the orange glow of the rising morning sun shining through her antennae and transparent wings. "Last night was fun, but we're gonna have to do better next cycle, eh?" She winked and grinned, the buzzing of her entire body reverberating between the two of them as she cradled Ceylon's lower beak.

And thus, the cycle truly did begin anew. They had plenty to try, making what's old new again. A limitless world of possibilities that only they shared. It was just the beginning of something special and they both knew it. The not only knew it but were going to will it into being.

The Vore House Wilds didn't know what was about to be unleashed upon it.