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They were together, trapped in the abyss with only the faintest hint of light illuminating each other's forms. Kitnip was leaning into Hida, nuzzling into the dragon's neck as Hida's wings and tail wrapped around the two of them. Leera's incredibly soft, tender flesh smothered them from all angles, her fluids filling up the gaps between her folds and their limbs. It was as though they were being squished by brand new, lube-covered silk pillows full of the softest down.

Having finally run out of air from the deep inhalation he took before being forced between her ventral scales, Kitnip's body instinctively gasped for air, sucking the viscous fluid into his maw and nostrils, creating a violent and painful pressure in his chest for a moment before balancing out and giving him a warm feeling throughout.

Despite all that evolution had taught the mouse about the senses of drowning, the sensation actually felt pleasant, like adrenaline flowing through his chest, only warm and gentle rather than cold and sharp. He felt like he was instantly nodding off into a dreamlike state as he gulped and tried to squeak, only to have the fluid steal the sound from him.

Hida could glance gently at the form of Kitnip's gaping maw in the dark pink of the birth canal they were resting in, and it made him panic a bit. He, too, became painfully aware that he was still holding his breath and followed suit, his diaphragm sucking in as much air as it could, only to fill his lungs with Leera's fluid. Like Kitnip, he gasped and felt that familiar pressure in his chest before having it dissipate as his mind lapsed into a dream-like state.

Neither were particularly lucid, but they held tight to one another, nuzzling and nipping at each other as their bodies adapted to the peculiar environment of Leera's elongated birth canal and the breathable liquid that her soft, tender walls were secreting.

To them, it felt like they were floating, their bodies swaying gently in her depths, the copious samplings of the serpent's lubrication a slick layer of slime between them and the flesh that was pressing on them and held them in place. The silky walls were so soft on them that they felt only the gentlest massage as the muscles squeezed and her passage contracted in peristaltic waves.

It felt like they were slipping in deeper, farther and farther away from the slit opening that they had been pushed and pulled into. The muscles kept squeezing from their tails to their heads, but the softness of the walls make them feel like they were floating in place, still gently rocking and bobbing in the naga's lubricating fluids with each gently movement of the snake's long, powerful body.

There was a powerful lurch of the body around them as the muscles contracted and the passage bent beneath them, only to extend and then shift them again in the other direction. It wasn't hard at all to tell that Leera was moving, her body bending and extending to slither across the soft bark floors of her and Ceylon's den.

Kitnip hugged Hida tight, nuzzling into his companion as the two travelled deeper and deeper through Leera's birth canal, eventually resting within what felt like a roomier, more generous chamber with even softer, silkier walls and much, much more fluid between them and the snug confines that encapsulated them. Only when one tried to kick or move did it feel like they really were snugly held inside, rather than being free to swim around.

Snug, cozy, and comforting. The womb felt like a warm bed on a cool morning, only much warmer, and much gooier. Yet, the longer they stayed curled up in each other's arms, the more comfortable they felt, and the less distracted they were by the deep discomfort of breathing the fluids into their lungs. Their minds were dancing as their bodies were rocking in the thin fluid that was coating their bodies and the walls around them.

Together, they found each other's comfort as dreams overtook them. As the muscles continued to contract, shifting their collective form deeper and deeper. Her womb must have been elongated, same as the rest of her body.

What seemed like hours passed as they pawed and nuzzled at one another, occasionally turning to nuzzle at the soft pillows of Leera's walls - the same mounds of tender, silky flesh that held them snug in place.

Hida dreamed of soft, snake maws and the tight confines of two friends from the south that he got to play around in during a particularly intense lovemaking session. He nuzzled up between two of the pillows of flesh as he remembered the time he was sat on by Ceylon, the gryph's rump cheeks and tender vulva smothering him before he got her attention. All of his memories of the various gullets he'd travelled down and the nether region's he'd been used to please came to swirl into his dreamscape all at once, mixing and matching scenarios before each converged into Leera's body, an internal vision of the two of them curled up in her snug, cozy pouch.

Kitnip was having a similar hallucination. It wasn't a dream, he wasn't asleep, since he was still acutely aware of the muscle contractions and the soft, rhythmic thudding of the pumping heart and the blood vessels that carried her blood throughout her form. He could feel her warmth, her fluids, and her body contracting, yet every new deep breath yielded yet another glimpse of a mare's rump, lips parted and tail lifted or the rump of a gryphon on their back. Gaping maws rushed toward him and slid over him, the soft walls of the gullet passing around him but never quite touching before he descended into darkness. Eventually, there'd be a light as the back end of the creature let him go only to have him fall into another gaping maw - this time a beak.

Time jumbled into a mess of lucidity and hallucination, seeming to pass all at once and slow as could be. Dozens of thoughts passed in rapid succession until a powerful, rough talon wrapped around them, the powerful claws trapping them in a cage before jerking them from their dream-like state all at once.

They were still wrapped around each other, Kitnip hugging Hida's torso while the tiny dragon's wings protected the mouse. Both hacked and coughed up the fluid from Leera'd depths before blinking in the dim orange glow of the den, regaining their composure.

"Wake up, little ones!" a soft feminine voice boomed as two forms - one of snake and one of gryphon - loomed over them.

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"Well, that was cute." Ceylon mused as he watched the last of Hida's tail slip into Leera's vent. He was towering over his mate, both front legs resting most of his weight on her body. He gently poked at her opening, only to have her entire body shift so that she could hide her tail under her mass of coils.

"Excuse me, I don't think that's fair. Let them have their fun!" Leera lectured, using her snout to gently bap Ceylon's beak.

"But...but..." he protested, laying down on her body, nuzzling at one of her random coils. He used the hook of his beak to tug at the underside of a scale before standing up and hopping off, shaking off the bits of bark that were clinging to his wings and fur. "Okay, fine, I'll give them a few minutes, but I'm gonna go eat, okay?" He spun and held his head high, tail raised to expose his lips, chest puffed out with pride and tailtip curled up over his shoulder.

He left Leera alone in the den to return to her specially-carved divot that she laid in when they were housing guests, that way she didn't have to chose a seat or curl herself around Ceylon's mini-nest that he had cultivated.

The roast was coming along well, the Aqua-Teal ademane groove in the oven ignited with a green-blue flame that was crisping the fat of the roast up quite well. He poked at it with a talon, testing its firmness before using a ladle to baste it a bit and a grinder to season it. He liked his meat rare - especially the red meats - so it was already almost done.

After closing up the oven, he hopped his way back into the common room of their den, sure to puff his chest out to show pride again. To his surprise, Leera was coiled up tight in her divot, pressing her snout against one of her coils. Curious, Ceylon briskly walked to her, tail flicking. "What's up?" He asked.

She was still nuzzling and prodding at her own body, occasionally flicking her tongue out before nuzzling again. Suddenly, all at once, her entire body clenched, every muscle contracting at once as she writhed. It lasted only a few seconds but seemed to drain her. When she relaxed, she spun her head to look at him, smiling. "I can feel them, still. Both of them, curled up. I can feel them shifting around, and it's....transcendent." She let out a long, drawn out hiss as she closed her eyes, once again resting her chin on her coil.

"Well they can't stay in there forever." Ceylon advised. "Too long and the shell will form. You know the rules about that, no encapsulation without permission. They get no more than an hour, or I'll get in there, myself, and get them out." He was stern but he really had to be. If they got trapped in an egg together, it would be weeks, maybe even months before they could be safely hatched.

"Okay, fine. Whatever you sssssayyyyy!" Leera let out a long, drawn out whine in her signature hissp, accenting the 's-sounds'. It was clear she didn't want to let them go, but She knew the rules. Plus it would impact her ability to go back to work in the following days. People at the Vore House relied on her as their most versatile and malleable pred.

"Don't give me that attitude, dear. And don't talk back at me. I know you're thinking about striking me, but if you do, you'll regret it." He glared at her, eyes narrowed to show how serious he was. Leera had done that before, and he had to deal with the repercussions. "Promise me?"

She flopped her head back onto her body, entire length shifting beneath her as she sighed again. "I promissse. But, you have to get them out." She flicked her tongue and shifted her form again, exposing her vent, and even though she wasn't looking at Ceylon, it was clear she was smiling her deviant, defiant-but-complacent grin.

Much as Ceylon needed to be the voice of reason when Leera's hormones and instincts got the better of him, it was immensely difficult for him to hold back when she would slyly expose herself to him. She'd flex her muscle to pull the ventral scale back, exposing her moist and often-dripping cloaca, the folds of soft vaginal tissue protruding out a bit, engorged with heat. It was even worse that, ever since Ceylon taught her the subtlety of tissue alteration, she'd learned to turn her heat off and on at will. She wasn't scheduled to go into season for another month and a half, yet her engorged vent was exposed, ready for all the attention it was capable of entertaining.

Ceylon shook his head and stood tall next to her, his own nether region swelling a bit thanks to the pheromones that were wafting up from her flesh. He glared at her and crossed his hind legs, trying his best to minimize the arousal that was welling up in him. He loved her, sure, but he wasn't sure he was prepared to do any heavy mating with her while her womb was occupied. Though he was not sporting male genitals, he was in his more natural form with a set of pouty lips under his tail, a genital canal resembling typical female parts. He certainly wouldn't object to a wandering tail tip.

"So what are we gonna do about this?" Leera asked before yawning, faking being fatigued so that she didn't have to actively push out the temporary womb inhabitants.

Ceylon took note that her flesh was a strange fade, pink around her gums and jaws fading to a deep purple the closer it got to her gullet. Her cycle was complete and about to start again, it wouldn't be long before she flushed out her natural digestive fluids and replaced them with the breathable liquid that her womb and vaginal walls always secreted. "Well, I'll have to...dive right in!" He pounced on her, landing heavy on her coils with haunches up in the air, rump waving high as he pawed at her form, trying to get a hold of the base of her tail so he could have access to it.

She wasn't her normal, monstrous size, so she was large but not massive - she could not have swallowed Ceylon at this size, but her sex was certainly malleable to accommodate more than the mouse and dragon.

He shot her a glance as she whipped her head around, muscles tensing throughout her length before she relaxed again, ventral scale loosening and peeling back to expose her engorged lips. She hissed appreciation at him as she shifted again, curling her body around Ceylon's hind legs before returning her head to her own tail, nipping playfully at Ceylon's plumage.

"Look what you made me do, dear. I can't help myself!" Ceylon chastised before thrusting his beak down, using the crest of it to pry back her lips and smear her fluids all over his face. He nuzzled and prodded and pushed until her flesh stretched in just the right way, peeling back her ventral scale to expose her opening. He slipped both top and bottom beak in, churring as the flesh slid over his hard beak, using the leverage to open his mouth, gaping her from within and prod at her inner folds with his tongue.

The taste was elegant, sharp but sweet at the same time. The fluids her female parts concocted were delicious, a delicacy to her avian mate. Ceylon would lap at her flesh and gulp down every drop that her nether region had to offer, happily letting it smother him, the pheromone rich aroma billowing around him for hours afterward, keeping him aroused long after she lost interest in that type of physical affection.

Much as he absolutely loved to have her flesh swallow him, malleable belly scales sliding over his beak and the rest of his skull when he got overzealous, he was really only playing along to grasp at the two deep inside her. Problem was, her womb was pretty deep in her, and there was no way his talons would reach without some help.

He used the leverage from his beak already being inside her to push a bit deeper, one fore-talon grabbing at the lip of her opening to spread her wide, the other plunging in ahead of his head, plunging through her depths and feeling around, hoping to have caught them before her contractions had pushed them up into her womb. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Leera wrapped her head up around Ceylon's wings, resting her chin between his shoulders as he dug his hid paws into her body, still pushing with one fore-talon grabbing and pulling her lips wide open.

Though quite visibly aroused, Ceylon was able to turn his focus to the critters lost in his mate's womb. Under normal circumstances, he'd have happily used his whole form to please her, forming a distinct gryphon-shaped bulge in her back end, but this time she wasn't quite stretching enough for any more than his beak and arm to disappear into her tender depths.

To his delight, he felt her spine bend and compress a bit, allowing his extended talon to push through her cervix, his palm finally pressing against a tiny dragon-shaped ball. He clenched his fist tight around them, using his claws to trap them without actually squeezing as he wiggled his rump and used what leverage he had to pull them out with him.

Her malleable flesh slid over his clenched fist and every bit of his ebony-fleshed forearm as he pulled his entire body out, leaving her ventral scale distended and her cloaca gaping open, a visible trail of vaginal fluid dribbling over her tail and other coils. She sighed and shifted until her vent was hidden amidst her coils again.

Ceylon dropped the two critters on her body, far away from her and began licking at himself, cleaning himself of the lubrication that her sex had coated him with. He was able to quite quickly tongue bath himself of mos tof it, leaving only the goopy mess in his neck-feathers and between his ears. He was okay with this, the faint aroma would be gently tickling his nares until it dried up, and that could be hours.

After attending to himself, he looked down at Kitnip and Hida, who were both blinking and writhing slowly, gradually returning to a proper, lucid state. "Wake up, little ones." He cooed at them as both he and Leera hovered over them.

He offered a tongue to Kitnip, gently lapping at the fur on his back, belly, and limbs before cheekily tickling between the mouse's legs with the tip of it, making Kitnip blush and use his tail to hide himself. Leera was doing the same to Hida, flicking her tongue in and out against him, lapping at her own fluids and darting in between his limbs to get at the little cracks in his crotch. She even prodded at the underside of his tail, but stopped when she realized that the little dragon may have not been alert enough to appreciate her affections.

After only a few minutes, both were laying flat on Leera's spine, hugging each other, tiny little blushes on both of them. They seemed a little embarrassed, but Ceylon had to assure them they were fine, and had no reason to be embarrassed.

"Have fun?" Ceylon asked, offering a talon for them to hop onto. They both happily obliged and he took them back over to the table where the beef cubes were still on the plate.

Kitnip took in a few deep breaths and finally managed to squeak out a question. "H-how long were we in there?" He asked, idly fondling his tail, too shy to bother with the food.

"Like, four days, man." Ceylon told him, face completely straight even though he was completely full of nonsense. Leera shot a glance to him, but then softened her look when she decided to play along with the ruse.

"F-four days?" Hida chirped. "Does that mean Leera is going to be returning to the Vore House now?" He was hopping up and fluttering his wings, glancing back and forth between Leera and Ceylon, both of which were hovering over the two of them on either side of the table.

That certainly wasn't the response Ceylon was expecting to hear. He was expecting existential dread at the lost time, but instead the little dragon was full of optimism and excitement, a mentality he wished more of his friends shared. Sadly, he couldn't keep up the ruse, or he'd feel dishonest. A joke was one thing, but falsely getting one's hopes up was just cruel. "No, sorry. I was being silly. You guys were in there maybe half an hour, maybe less. Leera is still very unsafe to traverse. See?" HE pointed to Leera, who gaped open her maw, showing the cherry pink gums and lips that faded to a violet the deeper into her maw it got.

"Yeah, until that purple is gone, she's still not safe."

Kitnip kept playing with his tail, looking straight forward, seemingly ignoring the scene around him as he remained slumped on his rump. His mind was racing with the reinvigorated memories of the full pouty mare lips and gaping snake maws.

Hida stepped to him and nuzzled the mouse, trying to coax him from his trance, chirping gently to get his attention.

"Sorry!" The mouse squeaked in surprise as he shook his head, still holding his tail tight to his chest. His goggles were all gummy, but he didn;t care. "I'm here, I'm here. I just..." he flopped onto his back, sighing and smiling a broad grin across his maw. He gently flicked his ears, trying his best to get some of Leera's fluid out of them so he could hear better, since the juices were making everything sound muddled.

Ceylon nodded slowly before excusing himself. "Gonna go get that roast, I'm hungry. I don't know if Leera is, but if so, you two better watch out!"

She stuck her tongue out and licked her lips, eyeing both the critters.

Hida shuddered with the fantasy of disappearing into that gullet, only to have his adrenaline surge when he remembered how unsafe that would be. His body was in a chemical roller-coaster, alternating between excitement and anxiety, anticipation and worry.

The four of them enjoyed the rest of their meal in passivity. Ceylon cut up chunks of the roast and ate them one at a time, like steaks, while Leera kept her eyes trained on both Hida and Kitnip, her belly clearly in need of some sustenance.

They talked about the Vore House, Leera's distrust of Yetzer, some of her past clients, and her desire to carry on for many years. Ceylon talked about his story with considering being part of the Vore House, and how that gloriously failed do to his lack of interest in being tied down. Kitnip and Hida told more about their first adventure in Klyneth together, and how they almost became snake food for an actual venomous snake until they teamed up on it and Hida flew Kitnip away.

As the sun fell, the two guests offered to leave and return to Klyneth, but Ceylon knew better than to let them do that. It was dangerous outside the den, and it was a very, very long way for such small creatures to walk. Instead, he invited them to sleep there, using the back of Ceylon's neck as a bed.

Once they all curled up in their sleeping quarters, Hida curled up around Kitnip, tails entwined and wings covering the mouse for safety and comfort. Ceylon likewise laid belly down in Leera's mass of coils. Before long, all four were sound asleep, various vivid images playing in each of their own dream theaters.