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Part 3

Jack's time in the shower was mired in anticipation as a million thoughts ran through his mind. Vvilfred hadn't been the most detailed in his explanation of what was to come and what he may have been offering but that didn't stop Jack from delving into a dozen variants on the fantasies that danced in his mind. The best part about it was just how free his mind could be to concoct whatever details he so desired; there were no limits to what sort of indulgences could be granted.

And yet despite how rough both Therris and Vvilfred had been with him, how intense and frequently he'd climaxed, he still got hard as the hot water cascaded over his body. By this point he didn't even know for sure what to expect and yet the back of his mind he had already gotten a solid idea of what was coming to him. Logic had no place among his fantasies, only desire.

He couldn't stay in the shower forever, though. The heat was nice and the tub was big enough to relax in – it looked like it doubled as a hot-tub and a shower at the same time, what with all the jets poking in from all angles – but the anticipation was enough to coax him from his comfort zone.

Upon exiting the tub and emerging into Therris's room while drying his hair, Jack was greeted with the shocking image of Vvilfred casually reclined on a chair while the rest of the room was fully tidied. Therris had completely made the bed and returned everything to its original position. It didn't take Jack long to realize that this must have been second nature to a sex worker who loved his job. While psychology might not have been his area of expertise, he knew enough to know that happy workers made the best workers and that the best workers cared about their workspace.

“Ready to go?" Vvilfred asked as he lowered the book he was reading and flicked his ear.

Jack smiled, half-cocking a smirk. “I think I am! Is there anything I need to do before we leave? Do I have to like, empty myself out and go from there? Is this like a surgery?" Despite the brevity of his inquiries, each question made perfect sense to him in the context of the situation. He couldn't contain his excitement and just wanted to take in everything he could.

But Vvilfred was sure to douse his enthusiasm quickly. “Hold your horses, hun." He started, then paused to bask in the irony of that statement before continuing. “I don't actually know much about what may or may not happen. All I know for sure is that this gryphon – Ceylon – supposedly has the ability to use transformation magic and that she is currently at The Vore House. I work there so I have a good idea of her schedule but since she's a special attraction and not an employee I'm not entirely sure what she's doing or where we can find her."

“That's mildly disappointing." Jack sighed. “So there's a chance we won't even get to see her?"

“I didn't say that." Vvilfred clarified as he got to his hooves, once again standing taller than Jack by half of the human's height. “Just that I can only get you there and that my help will only comprise the first of many potential steps on your journey. The rest is up to you, Ceylon, Foxifly, and Leera."

Jack practically vibrated in anticipation as his heart started humming in his chest. “All these names, all these people. I want to meet them all! Neera has been great, Afearnia has been wonderful, Camari was a sweetheart, Therris was a sweetheart, and – wait, where's Therris?" He noticed that the host of the room was nowhere to be found. His work was shown in the form of the cleaned room, but it was just Vvilfred and Jack by this point.

The explanation from Vvilfred was quite straightforward. “Oh, he went back downstairs to get to work wooing his next client. That boy loves his job, couldn't even wait to see you out before hooking up with another customer." He winked and stretched his one leg and both hands, yawning. “So, shall we head out? You look like you're dressed well enough."

“Wh-what? No I'm just in a towel, that's not, I mean-" He couldn't help but blush, covering his crotch despite it being covered by towel. He then caught a glimpse of Vvilfred's smirk and realized he really had nothing to worry about; it was growing increasingly clear that this was a safe space for him.

“Don't you worry about me, man." Vvilfred chuckled while tossing Jack's hair. Get dressed; I'll see you outside and we can head out immediately." He then tossed his mane and swiftly made his way out the door before Jack could compile his thoughts, leaving the human alone in the room.

He paused to absorb the situation, casually thinking a bit harder on the situation he'd found himself in. Though he hadn't yet been in Dalon a full day by this point, he was already feeling comfort, as if this could be his new home. Sure, he had that creeping anxiety about nagging responsibilities that seemed to be flirting with the edge of his consciousness, but the longer he spent with Vvilfred and Therris the more comfortable he had grown accepting this new reality.

Dream, hallucination, or illusion, it didn't matter to him. The thought of living in a world where everyone seemed free to do as they will, sex slavery wasn't a pervasive problem with society, and there was actual magic that could potentially turn him into a creature that could make his fantasies come true was all he needed to settle down and begin anew. He had an opportunity to be reborn; it would be foolish to squander that opportunity.

If nothing else, he was prepared to do just about anything if it meant he could become furred.

Not wanting to waste a second, he excitedly hopped into the clothes Therris had given him and bolted out the door to emerge in the hallway overlooking the balcony down to the main floor of The Near and Dear. From there he could see Vvilfred and Therris chatting by the base of the spiral staircase so he quickly rushed down to meet them. “Hey, I'm ready to go!"

Therris offered a polite bow as his horn glowed a gentle, light aqua. “It has been a true pleasure, Jack. I cannot come with you but I'm eager to see what might come of you in the following days."

Vvilfred wrapped his arm around Therris, pulling the chimera in close while adding to the moment. “We've decided that, should you need it, we have a spare room if it turns out you need a place to stay after...whatever it is ends up with your human body." His tone was slightly ominous but that didn't dampen Jack's enthusiasm one bit.

“Well, it has been a pleasure to meet you as well!" He complimented Therris with an outstretched hand only to be drawn into a warm hug, the chimera's jewelry dangling and caressing his cheek. When they parted, Jack just stared, wide-eyed. “Gonna take me a while to get used to all of this affection and physical companionship."

“Not that long, I don't think." Therris countered with a cradling of Jack's cheek with the palm of his hand, thumb trailing along the human's jawbone and coaxing a blush from his pale, pink skin. “Trust me, it comes pretty quickly once you allow it. Now get outta here! You've got a transformation to attend!" He then reared back and smacked Jack's rump, spurring him away.

He leaped and clenched his butt cheeks together – somewhat worried that the impact might have shaken loose some equine seed from his bowels – before being escorted out by Vvilfred. Together, they got back into the stallion's massive SUV to embark upon Jack's next quest.

“I could go for another burger. You hungry?" Vvilfred asked as the two came to a stop at the final set of lights before getting onto the highway that would take them to North Klyneth. “If so, let me know before the light turns blue."

Jack was confused. “What? Why are you hungry again? Didn't you just eat like three hours ago?" He was still full from the burger they shared before arriving at The Near and Dear.

In response, the stallion slapped his belly and thigh. “Right. I'm an herbivore so I basically have to keep eating; five to seven meals a day vs you skinny bastards only having two to three. I'll keep that in mind but I'm still gonna stop and get something to munch on before we go. You're just kinda stuck with me until we make it to The Vore House." He laughed to himself. “I guess that makes you my hostage, doesn't it?"

He didn't appreciate the joke because he found that sort of humour distasteful, but he knew it was a joke so he didn't make a big deal out of it. However, in his subdued grumpiness, he noticed that the sun was still up despite the fact that, by his internal clock, it should have been nightfall by then. He had to bring this up. “Long days, it seems." He pointed out, hoping that Vvilfred had some sort of perspective on the difference between what he was used to and what he was experiencing.

“Not really. I mean, it's summer, so the days are longer, but not abnormally so."

“Do me a favour and count to five for me, could you?" Jack requested, the analytical part of his mind kicking into high gear.

Vvilfred was confused at first bit did as Jack requested once he realized what was going on. The stud may have been into physical labour but he wasn't a fool. “One, two, three, four, five." He started, then followed it up with some stats. “There are one hundred seconds in a minute. One hundred minutes in an hour. Twenty hours in a day; in case you were wondering." He smiled and stuck his broad, equine tongue out and blew a raspberry.

“I was." Jack confirmed. He then started lightly tapping on the dashboard and mouthing numbers with his lips, comparing the two systems. “Alright, so five seconds for you is about equal to three seconds to me, so one minute is about the same as mine. Where I come from a minute is sixty seconds. So, assuming our minutes are identical – or close to it – lemme think here." He closed his eyes to drown out the distractions before coming back with his conclusion. “Your days are a hair under fifty percent longer than what I'm used to. Equal to 36 hours."

“You did that calculation pretty quick. I guess it'd make sense given that you're so tired. Does this mean we gotta do a detour and put you to bed, my cutie widdle hooman?"

Jack shot a glare across the vehicle. “Can we be serious, here? I'm trying to figure things out. And no, you don't need to put me to sleep; for some reason I do feel alert despite the fact that it feels late to me. I suppose your world is impacting me quite thoroughly and quickly. That or my past life is an hallucination and not real. Or maybe this is a dream. I don't know, and it doesn't matter."

“I hope I'm not just a dream. I have thoughts of my own, you know." Vvilfred then patted his groin to rub his sheath through his shorts. “And I'm pretty sure if you dreamed me up I'd be a mare, wouldn't I?" He side-winked at Jack and hit the gas to go through the now-blue light.

Though he had to think about it for a second, Jack went with it and responded to the mare joke. “Could have gone either way, I think. Stallion, mare, bitch, stud, rhino, beetle; my dreams are weird and my fantasies are weirder."

Vvilfred shrugged and nickered to himself. “Well then I'm pretty sure I'm real. I'm pretty mundane compared even to the folks I work with; if I were a figment of your imagination I bet I'd be a sparkle-hoss or have unicorn magic or whatever. Poop rainbows and piss candies, right?"

“Sounds about right!" The two shared a hearty laugh before Jack's smile melted back to a subtle glance of contemplation. “So you're serious about this Ceylon fellow, are you?" The tone had shifted.

“I can't say for certain. I mean, I've heard from others – mostly the Chief Operations Officer Foxifly and the Chief Executive Officer Leera (I like to call them by their titles; makes them sound all professional) – that it's possible. Leera sometimes gets hesitant about talking about what Ceylon can do but between what I've been able to squeeze out of her and Foxifly and the others who work in the lab, what you're looking at is certainly possible and that. If anyone can do it, it's Ceylon." He kept a single eye on Jack while his other eye stayed on the road, quickly noticing that Jack didn't feel assured.

Or at least that's what he thought. In reality, Jack was just excited, thinking about what might happen to him. He had a bunch of questions to ask but was starting to wonder if it was rude to keep asking Vvilfred when it was clear he didn't know the intricacies of transformation magic. As it turned out, even in a land of spells and potions and crystals, not all magic was equal.

He stayed mostly silent until they found a nice diner to feed Vvilfred, which didn't take long.

After getting out of the vehicle, he decided it would be harmless to let his enthusiasm get the best of him. “So, you think this gryphon will be able to-" He paused in place, gaze going blank as he contemplated. “Wait, do all mythical creatures exist here?"

“Well, no? I mean, if they're real, then they're not mythical, right?" Vvilfred pointed out. He didn't wait for Jack before quickly swinging open the doors to the diner. “Come on, we can talk inside."

Jack did as he was urged and hopped after the much taller stallion, practically skipping to keep pace. “I mean, like, there are dragons, gryphons, you mentioned Ilorek was a hippogryph, Therris is a kirin, I bet there are minotaurs and cockatrices and-"

“You're just describing most of the hybrid breeds." Vvilfred explained, then turned to the hostess that greeted them. “Two, please. Just one menu, though." The feline smiled and nodded before escorting them to an open table.

“How does that work?" Jack asked. By this point his curiosity had been triggered and he found himself demanding answers. “I mean, what's the difference between hybrids and...I guess you'd call 'em purebloods? I mean, that might be offensive but it's probably an apt descriptor."

Vvilfred sat down and motioned for Jack to sit opposite him. “Actually, the term most commonly used is prime or primary races. Folks like you and I, we're prime races. Therris is a secondary or hybrid race." He then hesitated before opening up his menu to see what this cafe offered. “I guess some might take offense to the concept of prime races because it implicitly states superiority when the opposite is true."

This piqued Jack's interest. “Is racism a problem around here? From what I can tell all sorts of folks seem to get along. Hell, I'm a human – one of the most destructive races where I come from – and nobody has done so much as scoff at me. Also, what did you mean when you said that the opposite was true when it came to prime vs hybrid races?" He swung his feet out beneath him, hands crossed on the counter as more questioned threatened to interrupt his listening period.

“Well, racism used to be worse and there are certainly some bigots that assert one race is better than another, but the only real problems I see anymore are prime and hybrid races bickering over who is better. Mostly in jest, rarely with any malice fuelling the argument but it's still an ongoing debate. It's funny because hybrid races tend to be objectively better but I guess the matter of 'purity' comes up a lot in the arguments. Well, discussions. Again, most of this is done among friends and I'm rambling." He apologized as the waitress came up and asked what he wanted to drink. “Just water and a double barn burger with apple cobbler. Thanks."

She took the menu and purred before quickly returning to the kitchen with Vvilfred's order.

The stallion continued, this time a bit more concise. “I know you're gonna ask so I'll lay it out. Prime races are arguably pure. Humans breed with humans. Errov breed with errov. Jysar breed with jysar. Hybrid races are a bit trickier, though. See, I could mate with an oairan and she could lay a hippogryph egg but the chances of that offspring being, uh, viable is low."

“Meaning there's a very low conception rate between races?" Jack asked, then waited for an answer as the waitress came back with a pair of glasses of water.

Once she was gone, Vvilfred elaborated. “No, cross breeding is generally frowned upon because the offspring are born..." He paused to compose himself and find the words he needed to convey what he was trying to say. “Well, for lack of a better term, retarded and deformed. Their bodies are often twisted and mangled, their minds malformed. In the rare case where a hybrid is born without physical or mental defects, they are gifted all the positive traits of both parents."

“Sounds like a videogame." Jack joked, only to have his expression shift to stern when he realized how close to reality that may have actually been.

“Yeah, something like that. I'm not sure what races are like where you come from but each of the races here have their own pros and cons, I guess you could say. Errov – that's me and other hooved folks – tend to be physically strong, have great endurance, and longer lives while generally not being all that great at magic and frankly often less intelligent. Oaira, on the flipside of the coin, tend to be smaller and physically weak but brilliant magic users who can fly. Put us together and we get offspring that are imposing, strong, intelligent, long-lived, and great mages. Just so happens to be that it can take years of trying to have even a single hippogryph chick that isn't, you know, undesirable."

Jack couldn't help but cringe as he imagined the strife that might have from from a world where there were actual, tangible differences between the races that could be proven and were more than just ideologies about skin color or the structure of one's eye sockets.

Luckily, Vvilfred alleviated some of his concerns. “Don't worry, mate. Around here there's not much in terms of prejudice since we've come to collectively understand that there's room for all types. We need physical workers, we need scholars, we need magicians and alchemists and everything in between. And, let's be honest, not all birds are smart and not all horses are dumb!" He gave a knowing wink, as if to cheekily indicate that he himself was quite intelligent before continuing. “And Klyneth – All of Saff'Rald, really – has always been fairly inclusive since all creeds and races converge here around the mountains that house the Cradle of the Gods."

“I suppose that does make sense, to have everyone in harmony by living close to someplace that brings them together instead of pushed apart and separated. Though, at the same time I'd assume that so many different faiths in one place could lead to conflict, wouldn't it?" Jack suggested. “So many conflicting religions in close proximity could lead to some very terrible things."

With a shrug and a meaningful lean in close so he could whisper, Vvilred motioned for Jack to do the same. “Okay, so I'm not sure I believe this, but as legend has it the Gods themselves came from on high to demand that the people worshiping them – regardless of faith – get along. Any time conflict broke out, a plague was cast upon the people of Klyneth, the weather would turn sour, or apparitions would form in the clouds to threaten." He nodded, as if to assure Jack of this, even though he made it clear it was something he found to be silly. “At least, that's what they say. Obviously I think it sounds silly to have real Gods caring about us petty mortals, but history has supported everlasting peace here."

As the guest to this land Jack had little to say on the matter but he did find it quite fascinating to hear about the history and lore of Dalon. From what he could gather it sounded like an overall nice place but the more Vvilfred spoke the clearer it was that he may have been biased towards the surrounding area. As far as Jack could tell, Vvilfred had grown up in Saff'Rald and therefore lacked the perspective to see the conflicts that may have led to its current state.

On the other hand, this was not Jack's homeland and therefore he had no idea how different a place this would be compared to what he expected. Given the reality that he wasn't able to travel back in time to verify what was said, Jack had no real choice but to accept what he was told but keep a healthy dose of skepticism in the process.

Vvilfred's meal came quickly since it didn't need to be cooked and the two enjoyed a quick meal together. Jack wasn't hungry but accepted a bite of the barn burger either way and was happy to see that it actually tasted nice. A bit tart for his tastes, but the spices and seasonings made it taste homely.

For much of their time in the diner, Jack felt the need to ask a dozen questions about Ceylon and what experiences Vvilfred had with her in the past but he chose to not badger the stallion too much. He knew that if he poked and prodded too much, it would slow down their journey to The Vore House – their destination. The less he talked in the diner, the faster the horse would eat his meal and the sooner the pair of them could get back on the road.

It wasn't until the two of them had once again paid and left the diner that Jack felt he could say something more about Ceylon and probe for more information; it was at this moment that he made a very peculiar link between who he was seeing and where it was he was going to see them. “Vvilfred, it just occurred to me that you have been telling me this Ceylon character is at The Vore House. From what you told me and my knowledge of language, I'm a little concerned."

“Go on. I'm not sure I follow so I may need more details." Vvilfred responded as the two of them hopped up into the vehicle. He didn't wait for a Jack before turning the key to start the engine.

Naturally, Jack's curiosity drove him more than anything else and he couldn't stop over-analyzing everything. “Well, Vore means to eat, right? Like, it's the term for consumption. My question is, what would this Ceylon figure be doing as an attraction at a place dedicated to vore? Furthermore, if she can transform me, does she have to-" He gulped a bit and patted himself down while imagining the sensation of being in a belly. “-Does she have to eat me? Kill me and reform me in my new body?"

It was clear that this question seemed to hit a nerve with Vvilfred. He shuddered and lowered his ears, showing clear discomfort. “Uhm, no. I don't think so. At least, I hope not. Really, I don't know and I can't answer many questions but that is something I want to know for myself, now. I do know she has magics that make such things possible – so if she did go that route I bet you'd like it – but for the transformation, I don't know what the plan might be. Honestly, I both love and hate that you're asking so many questions. I just work there, man. I'm not into vore, I just needed a job." He paused for self reflection before adding, “Well, not that into vore. I am a little, though. When safe, it's fun."

“That leaves me with so many questions, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't eager to have answers one way or another." Jack admitted, lightly blushing as he averted his eyes.

“No need to be bashful about it; plenty of people are repulsed by vore until they witness it; then things change. Everyone has weird feelings about it and while most repress it, some embrace it. Anyway, no more questions. It's time to go." Vvilfred backed up and exited the parking lot of the diner to be on his way, wasting no time in his quest to get back to his place of work for Jack.

The trip north of Klyneth didn't take as long as Jack had expected. In fact, once they breached the edges of the village of North Klyneth, it seemed like mere minutes before they had arrived. Perhaps time just felt weird to Jack given the longer days than he was used to or maybe it was the fact that he was entranced by the lush and glorious surroundings that distracted him enough to alter his perception.

Either way, it didn't feel like much time had passed and the sun was still pretty high in the sky when they changed lanes into an off-ramp that led to the Vore House.

To Jack's shock, the highway was unlike any he'd seen before. Rather than just being a huge swath of pavement laid out over the land, it was more like a pair of cuts in the forest that went down a few meters from what he perceived as ground level, two lanes in each direction with a vegetation rich divider in the middle. There was also a rather pleasant-looking sidewalk on either side of the highway with vendors and small buildings that housed businesses that grouped together near each of the off-ramps. Many of these were connected from one side of the highway to the other with rope-suspension bridges to ensure that people could walk with ease while being safe from the vehicles on the road.

Beyond the sidewalks and vendors on either side, there were tall brick walls and metal bars creating a barrier between civilization and the shockingly thick and lush forest. Despite the highway itself being well-kept and lined on either side by vendors and people walking, everything looked and felt naturalistic to Jack.

This was quite refreshing; the view kept his mind busy en route to his destination.

“Alright, we're just about there." Vvilfred explained as he came to a stop at the lights next to the highway. Beyond the intersection were a few small side roads that formed a set of four blocks each with restaurants and gift shops and rest stations. There was a lot more traffic than Jack was expecting for what seemed like a nothing

Opposite the side of the intersection there were traffic signs indicating that they would find an establishment called 'The Nectar Squeeze' to the left and 'The Vore House of Klyneth' to the right. Each one was adorned with a nicely decorated sign indicating what you'd expect at either location. The Nectar Squeeze was an orchard with magical fruits while the Vore House sign was half-eaten by a bright green, red, and blue snake. Very unique, but also did a great job establishing where they were.

They turned right and headed towards The Vore House. Mere meters past the last intersection between the four quadrants of tourism-based businesses, a rather large city sign next to the road told them once more where they were headed and if they weren't prepared to be prey they'd best turn back.

“Cute." Jack joked as he saw the sign. “I take it The Vore House is a pretty popular attraction around these parts?"

“You could say that." Vvilfred confirmed. “But it's more like it's the only place of its kind in the whole world. Other places have tried to make it work but found it to not be cost effective enough to make it a viable option long-term. Best anyone can do is imitate the potions for safe vore experiences. So I'd say it draws people in from around the globe moreso than being popular here in particular."

Jack rubbed his chin and watched as they passed the sign and continued down the two-lane road with sidewalks on either side as well as a series of smaller signs each on snake-shaped posts. Each of them had pictures of pred and prey alike, and as they drove by them with fixed vision it looked like a flipbook vore scene. “That's also cute." He said, referring to the series of signs. “So what makes it so expensive? And why is The Vore House Successful while other places fail?" He had no stakes in the economy of vore but was still curious and eager to learn all he could.

“Potions are pretty expensive to make. Hell, simple potions for healing and magical boosts are pretty simple and those can get expensive pretty quickly if you rely on them too much. Plus, the spells and enchantments needed to infuse the potions are incredibly complicated and multi-layered; a single mistake could kill someone so we only hire the best enchanters. At least, that's what they tell me." He started. “But for some reason Leera and Yetzer seem to have an unending supply of ademane and do the enchantment themselves. How do they do that? Honestly? Nobody knows. It makes no sense and it's almost like they conjured the material from nothing, and yet here we are."

Vvilfred seemed genuinely shocked at what he said, as if speaking it aloud made him realize how silly he sounded. Still, he didn't dwell on it too long because they had arrived.

Before them, the forest widened and opened up as the road split into two as a massive, castle-sized manor towered above them with a well-curated front lawn with bushes spelling out V-H-O-K in the island surrounded by a moat and the driveway. Scattered about the grounds were patches of flowers and ferns, adding colour. Off to the right, there was another off-ramp that led to a rather large parking lot that looked to house hundreds of vehicles while there was a landing pad and landing strip to the left.

It didn't take much for Jack to realize this was almost certainly for incoming dragons and other flying creatures. The Vore House itself was comprised almost entirely of black bricks that looked like obsidian if it had a matte finish instead of the sheen it was known for. Furthermore, the front of the manor was almost entirely covered in vines with flowers and palm-styled leaves hanging off the vegetation, giving it a very natural look just like the world around it.

All in all it was quite welcoming and was the most at home Jack had felt since washing up on the beach. “So, this is it? We're here?"

“Oh, this isn't it." Vvilfred corrected. “This is just the manor; the rest of the Vore House is like a safari mixed with a theme park. Huge, open area with dozens of pathways and walkways encompassing most any biome you can think of, with buildings and scenes prepared all over for your kinky desi-" He stopped himself and laughed. “Sorry, started sounding like a commercial. Come on." He then parked the vehicle and motioned for Jack to follow him to the Manor.

As they walked past the parkway that did a loop around the property, Jack managed to catch a glimpse between the Vore House Manor and the thick forest that hugged its walls to see a veritable paradise in a valley beyond it. His knees nearly weakened for a moment before he composed himself and the two reached the masssive twin gates of the front door, which were made of a red-stained wood and were given golden features as well as two massive snake-shaped handles.

“They love snakes here, don't they?" Jack joked without a hint of irony.

“Well yeah, Leera and Yetzer are naga. Snakes are globally recognized icons of vore, after all. Naga are the only subspecies who are able to consume safely, you know. That's where the spells come into play; Ceylon and Leera learned how to adapt her natural abilities into something all could enjoy."

Jack raised his hands in defeat. “Okay, you need to stop! This is just raising so many questions and I can't keep up. Let me absorb this world a bit before dumping me in a pit for some predator."

Vvilfred playfully rustled his hair and grabbed the door handle to open it, eager to introduce his new human friend to the world that he called his workplace. He didn't say a word, for he knew the tableau of the main hall would silence Jack with relative ease. He was right.

“Whoa." Jack gasped as the massive twin doors parted to reveal to him a wonderfully detailed, ornate ballroom with a marbled black and white look on the walls and pillars and floor as well as painted images on the ceiling. The concierge desk was a massive, stained wood that looked like it cost millions and there were what could best be described as throne-like chairs and sofas lining the walls for guests to lounge in while waiting. Dozens of folks ranging across every race were milling about.

Behind the concierge desk was a small red and black amphibian manning a computer with a wall of keys and mail boxes and slots behind him. “Oh hey Vvilfred. You're not due to work tonight." He said with a young-sounding voice.

“Not here to work, Theo. I got a human buddy of mine here I wanna show around as a guest."

The amphibian – Theo – stood up on his chair to lean over the desk at Jack, his large eyes narrowing at him. “You feedin' him to Yetzer or something?" His position allowed Jack to realize that Theo couldn't have been more than a few feet tall, which was why he had to stand on his chair.

Jack chose to answer for himself, even if he was a little dumbstruck by the regal look of the manor's insides compared to the overgrown, dilapidated appearance of its front terrace. “Actually, I'm here for your special attraction. Gryphon by the name of Ceylon."

This made Theo hiss and shoot a glare at Vvilfred. “Why did you tell him about her? Ceylon's presence is supposed to be a pleasant surprise to our guests, not some marketing tool! You know she sometimes can't be bothered to do what she's here for, so-"

“Yes, I know Theodit. He's not actually here for vore, it's something else entirely. He's not even sure if he's into vore." Vvilfred shook his head. “Look, can you just get Foxi to come down and guide us? I'd really like to speak with her."

After a long pause where Theo and Vvilfred stared each other down, the amphibian flopped back on his chair. “Why can't you just call her? You have her cellphone number."

“She never answers it. Not sure if she's ignoring me or is just a workaholic and doesn't see the messages until it's too late. Either way, I'd like to be in and out before sundown if possible."

“Fine, fine. I'd say you owe me one but I think after that session last week I owe you two more." Theo pressed a few buttons on his workstation and left a message for Foxi, saying that Vvilfred was here with a guest and that it wasn't important but that she should act like it was. The amphibian seemed ornery to Jack, but then again Jack didn't know much about his history with Vvilfred or what his life was like so he refrained from committing judgement to the character's personality profile in his head.

Vvilfred happily guided Jack away from the concierge desk to the throne-like chairs and sofas on the opposite side of the room. Before they could even sit down, an audible buzzing echoed across the front hall from the twin doors at the back of the room. Jack saw a human-sized creature hovering a foot off the ground using four wings. A half fox, half moth creature with four arms and two legs and a fuzzy abdomen where her tail should have been. She also had a big fluffy mane around her neck, tall orange antennae, and compound eyes of two different colors: Yellow in one eye and green in the other.

“Well, well! Vvilfred! What brings you here?" She said with the slightest hint of a throaty rasp tickling her every word. “Something about a human here for our great attractions?"

“Yeah, yeah." Vvilfred said with a meek inflection. He seemed to shrink next to her, which was strange because he was many times her size. “Jack here wants to, uh, see Ceylon. I'm told that I wasn't supposed to say anything about that? If that's the case, I'm sorry." He was averting eye contact, like a scorned child; Jack took careful note of this only to have his perception shattered seconds later.

Foxi made some cute buzzing bug chirp noises as she leaned in hovered in close and pressed her snout close to Vvilfred's, both antennae caressing the brow of the equine's snout. “Why are you always so weird around me, hoss? It's cute, sure, but it makes me feel like you're afraid of me or something." She then hovered away and crossed her legs so that she was in a sitting position at Vvilfred's face height. “You should know by now I'm not gonna inject you with venom and suck out your insides!"

“I-I know that, I just, you know." He snorted and nickered, wiggling his snout at her. “You are my boss and I messed up. I keep giving out secrets by mistake, and you're the alpha around here."

She glanced over at Jack with one raised eyebrow as if to silently question Vvilfred's subby behaviour. “Cut it out, hoss. You're fine. Advertising is advertising, Theo just likes to bust on you any chance he gets because he's the smallest one working here. Ignore him. Follow me." She motioned for both Vvilfred and Jack to follow as she hovered towards the back gates.

Ever curious, Jack felt compelled to inquire. “So you're the boss here? What gave you the idea to offer such....esoteric services?"

“Oh, that's not me. I'm sort of the operations officer. I run the daily grind of the place but I'm not actually the boss. Vvilfred over here just gets all weird about me because it's a horse thing to do." She then leaned over to lightly tap him on the shoulder. “And don't you start with your virtue signalling by correcting me. You know as well as I do that you're only an alpha at home."

Jack tried to interject but waited until he had a moment in between Foxi's words and Vvilfred's. “Well that does sound like it might be insensitive but I'm pretty new to all of this. Never seen non-human folk before so this entire day has been an absolute rollercoaster for me."

His declaration made Foxi's eyes narrow as she tried to piece things together. She didn't know of any area in all the world that had only humans, and yet Jack spoke and acted civilized so he wasn't from one of the isolated tribes who didn't speak the common tongue or act with poise. Something seemed off with him so she quickly ushered the two of them past the back doors and into the courtyard. “Come on, we'll talk in the wilds away from others. Make haste, don't tally, darlings."

The courtyard was a rather large, square patch of land surrounded on all four sides by the Vore House Manor, which as far as he could tell was a big square box. There were little carnival games and demonstrations happening down the strips of land between the back door of the castle's main hall and the drawbridge at the other end. Above the drawbridge where the wall arched hung a gloriously detailed sign that said, 'welcome to the Vore House Wilds! Enjoy your stay and bon apetit!'

However, what drew most of Jack's gaze was the tableau of the vista ahead of him. Out the back of the Vore House manor he emerged to be at the top of a gradual incline that led down into a valley flanked on one side by a mountain with icy peaks and temperate forests and flanked on the other side by a mountain lined in dense jungle with waterfalls cascading down its side and golden temples poking above the canopy. Through the valley he could see a lake with islands in it, surrounded on all sides by tall mountains and impassable cliffs.

The entire landscape had to be the size of a small city on its own, but due to the fact that it appeared to be carved into the land with most of it at a lower altitude than he was standing at, he was able to see it all. From what he could see, there were castles, temples, open plains, jungles, forests, beaches, islands, mountains, savannah, swamp, bog, lakes, rivers, and everything in between. One area at the very far end looked to be dotted by dozens of glowing crystals but he couldn't be sure.

Vvilfred was right. There was more diversity packed into this small region than he had seen since arriving, and that was exciting to him!

Despite wanting to sit and bask in the glory of the images before him, he was quickly ushered down the winding path over the rocky meadows and grassland that led down a slight incline into the valley. Foxi was hushed and hurried, silently commanding Vvilfred and Jack to keep up while politely waving at the few other guests they saw along the way.

They didn't speak until they were half way across the rocky plains and no other patrons were within earshot. It was Foxifly who turned to the others and relaxed her wings to gently land on the ground, thus ensuring there were no buzzes she needed to talk over. “Okay, sorry for the mystery and all, but it's important to get you to see Ceylon and I'm the only one who knows where she is. Well, Leera and I both do, but she always knows where Ceylon is."

“Wait, what's going on?" Jack asked, confused. “Why is it important that I see Ceylon?"

“This morning, before she went out to hide in The Wilds, she said she felt a powerful energy west of here and that if any from 'a far-away land' were to arrive, to bring them to her immediately. I ignored it at first because it seemed like such an odd thing to say – well, odd for most people; pretty normal for Ceylon, but whatever – but the moment you said you 'hadn't seen a non-human person before', I knew that meant you weren't from around here."

Vvilfred hoofed the ground. “I know she's a powerful mage and all, but that seems pretty farfe-"

“It's not farfetched at all. When she goes on her silly goofy nonsensical ramblings they're almost never wrong. I may not have understood her but if she says she felt energy I figure that's what might have happened with your skinned buddy here." She pointed to Jack and then started hovering again. “So follow me, I gotta get you to the cabin off the beaten path. Only there can I take you to Ceylon."

Having finally regained his composure, Vvilfred crossed his arms and pumped his tail once. “I can never tell what part of you is an act and which part is sincere." He marveled, impressed with what he felt was her dedication to the craft. Many of the Vore House 'attractions' were expected to play the part of predator, prey, or some other role in the daily story events and her quick shift in tone made Vvilfred assume this was all part of the act, which was he didn't probe further.

But Foxi quickly assuaged his uncertainty. “Not an act, darlin'. You know I don't mess around with you and other employees around. No, this is sincere. Just shut up and follow, would ya?" She kissed him on the snout and immediately turned to hover down the path that led them to the treeline.

Despite the Vore House Wilds being vast, the patchwork of biomes ensured that it didn't take long to go from one to another so it was only a few minutes before they passed into the wooded region. After the first bend in the pathway, they diverged and fought through some underbrush to make it to a clearing that had a cabin in it, just like Foxifly had mentioned. The entire trip, Jack found himself trying his best to not speak too much for fear of ruining the adventure even if he did have questions.

It wasn't until they broke the treeline surrounding the cabin that he felt the need to show more agency in what he felt was his story. “Alright, we're here now. Everything about this is fun and interesting and all that, but I think it's about time I got some answers. I've been too passive in all this and I feel I deserve to know what's going on here."

Vvilfred was about to speak but was cut off by Foxi hovering between them with a warm smile.

“I'm going to take you to Ceylon, but I sort of have to do so in a way that obstructs the path there. Vvilfred can know it – he works here – but you can't. For that reason, I kinda have to...take you."

“Yes, of course you have to take me. Why are you saying it like that, with a hesitation first?"

Both Foxi and Vvilfred exchanged glances but it was Vvilfred who elaborated. “She means in a vore way. Take you, as in eat you."

Jack's eyes went wide and he gulped heavily. “I, uh, okay? I mean, the thought sounds fun and all but I am not sure I'm ready for anything like that. I mean, I haven't even had a potion or anything!"

Foxi hovered forth and buzz-purred at him, chest vibrating as much as her wings. “It's okay, Jack. Certain parts of me have been permanently altered and will remain safe for you. I hope you don't mind a nice, cozy, and warm pod." As she spoke, her abdominal tail curled around with the very tip parting to reveal a gooey, dark blue maw with thick slimy saliva and two-toned flesh. She leaned in close but waited for Jack to make a move, implying she needed consent. However, before she got it one of her lower hands cradled the side of her tail maw and pulled a sheet of silk out from the gland there.

This shocked Jack into complacency. He didn't want to resist her but was so curious to find out what this meant for him that he outstretched his hand to shake hers – the one tugging on the silk – to feel the webbing stick to his fingers and tug on his arm. “You promise I'm gonna be alright? I've been going with the flow ever since I got here but this might be too much for me."

Foxi took his hand with her other lower hand cradling his palm between hers while also manipulating the web to wrap around his hand entirely, tugging more from her tailmaw. “I promise you'll be fine. Vvilfred, can I be trusted?"

“Yes miss." He said with conviction. “That's one thing I can say, you are definitely trustworthy."

This actually went a long way to alleviate Jack's worries. Only then did he nod and relax a bit. Well, relax as much as he could; regardless of his will to submit to this fox-moth person, his heart was still racing and his loins were still swollen in anticipation. Vore was something he hadn't even thought about much in life outside of a few idle fantasies, and yet here he was about to experience it for the first time. Potentially the only time.

For all he knew, this was just the end to his dream and he'd wake up wherever he came from on the other end of this experience. In many ways, this was the final test to see if this whole world was real or a figment of his imagination. For that reason – his insatiable desire for clarity – he stepped into her and reached down with his other hand to rub against her other spinneret, thumbing around in the crook of her tail maw until he felt the tingle of silk adhering to his skin. When he pulled away, he saw the sparkling glisten of two sheet-like strands of silk connecting the end of her abdomen to his hands.

This was the last chance he had to change his mind, the look in Foxi's eyes told him that.

Still nervous, he nodded once more and stood tall before her, waiting to see what she did next. He found it oddly relaxing to have both of his hands tied and squeezed by the thick strands of silk; as he rolled his fingers against each other he found the silk bound him even tighter and he could feel every subtle tug of her tail maw yanking and secreting more silk. “So, just to be clear, you're one hundred percent sure this is safe? I know you said it already but...I didn't even know this was possible before this morning and it sounds like something you'd make up to-"

“Jack, darling, what good would a place like this be if it was dangerous? We didn't create a safari and amusement park the size of a small city just to snuff people out. I assure you this is safe." She used her lower hands to tug a few more coils of silk from her tail maw, using it to wrap around his wrists and forearms, binding them together. “If you're uncomfortable, though, this is really the last chance you're going to have to say so. Once my tail snags its prey it doesn't take long at all before it enjoys its meal." She remained precariously balanced, hovering in front with her feet on his hips.

He noted that her argument made a lot of sense and that it would be foolish for him to argue against it. That didn't change the fact that he was uncomfortable but it did help to soften his concerns. “A-alright, I guess go ahead. I wanna meet Ceylon and see if she can give me what I want so I guess I kinda have to go through this." He stopped before saying his next sentence, as he feared he may have offended her. “I mean, not 'go through' this, I mean more like, you know, this is a step on my journey!"

She stroked his hair and chin with opposite upper hands as her antennae prodded at his forehead and a broad grin spread across her face. “You're cute. I like you. Don't worry, though; everyone's first time is stressful since this is such an outlandish thing for most. Triggers the survival instinct. If you can repress that for me, it'll make things a lot more comfortable for you even if it does sort of take away from some of the fun for me." She wrapped a few more coils of silk around his forearms until his elbows were touching each other. “I like it when my prey squirms a bit, but I'd understand if not."

Foxi had been going slow up to this point, very deliberately tossing strands of silk around him one at a time, rarely taking her eyes off him to make sure he wasn't panicking. Though she could feel his heartbeat through the strands that remained anchored to either side of her tail maw, she knew he was trying his best to relax and allow it to happen. Only once she was sure of his compliance did her wings pick up speed and she started getting to work.

While hovering over him, her tail curled up between her legs like an ovipositor, she used both her lower pair of hands and her foot paws to grab and tug on her spinnerets to quicken the pace as she tied him up. The fox-moth hybrid used her upper hands to keep a grip on his shoulders to anchor herself at one end while both strands of silk from her tail maw anchored her on the other, wings buzzing furiously to keep her afloat.

She bound his hands to each other, then pushed his arms down over his belly to wrap his abdomen up, ensuring he was as cylindrical as he could be. She then circled around him while in a hover to coil him up like a snake would, limbs gingerly dancing over him while the silk grew tighter with each new coil. Up and down his body she went, encapsulating him from torso to hips within a matter of seconds, deliberately leaving his legs until last so he could stay on his feet.

“Comfortable?" She asked, pausing to hover in front of his face.

He struggled against the silk, finding it oddly cozy and warm while also being so tight he couldn't move. “Y-yeah, I think I am." He admitted, curling his toes against the dirt. He felt less like he had his mobility stripped of him and more like he was curled up in a blanket; albeit a very tight blanket but that's what it seemed to him, a tightly hugging blanket.

“Glad to hear it. Now relax and I'll take care of the rest. Won't be long, but you have to put your faith in me. When you feel like you're about to fall, let it happen and I'll catch you. After that, well, you'll see." She leaned in and whispered the last bit into his ear, the warmth of her voice causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end and a wave of goosebumps to travel up and down his body.

All he could do to respond was lightly nod.

Once she was sure of his comfort, she resumed her circling around him, feet and lower hands still alternating by tugging more from her tail maw to wrap around him. Slowly, she lowered the target of her silken coils past his hips, rapidly constricting him at the groin, then upper thighs and all the way down to his knees – pausing only momentarily to tug and squeeze his legs closer together before making her way even lower.

“Still good?" She prodded from behind, hands on his shoulders and twin anchors of silk connecting her tail maw to the back of his knees.

He nodded in response, anticipation quickly building to the point he just wanted to see what was next. Though Jack had a good idea based on his inductive reasoning, the reality may have been vastly different from what he was expecting.

“Good. We're just about done. Remember what I said, and trust me." She then swung around him one more time, coiling another sheet of silk around his calves, forcing his feet together and completely stealing the last of his balance.

Jack started falling forward only to be stopped by Foxifly from behind, all four of her arms and both of her feet wrapped around him while her wings hummed and buzzed, lifting her into a position just above him. “Th-thanks." He whispered as he glanced back – his head and neck were the only things that still had mobility. Yet, despite that he couldn't glance back at her properly so he gave up.

Before he knew what to do next or how he was going to react, Foxi hovered even higher so that she was, for all intents and purposes, perched on his shoulders and squatting down on him. She had nearly no weight and was in fact actually tugging upwards thanks to the power of her wings as she dabbed the tip of her tail maw in a series of kisses up his body starting at the back of his knees and giving a few more up his spine before finally curling up and kissing the back of his neck, each peck depositing a wad of bunched up silk to fuse with the cocoon encapsulating him.

Once more the flesh and fur gave him the tingling sensation of goosebumps up and down his body as he tried to imagine what came next. He also knew that if he spoke it would only distract her so he close his eyes and eagerly braced himself for his face to be wrapped up in silk.

From her spot perched on his shoulders, she looked down at him and smiled, head upside down and dangling in front of his while her antennae caressed his cheeks. “Here we go, sweetie." She warned him but didn't give him time to respond before gaping her tail maw wide and pressing it to the back of his head, wings pulling him backwards to knock him off balance while the webbing kept him mostly erect. From this vantage point, she twisted and her tail started undulating as its upper and lower jaws both parted to wrap around his skull like a snakes would, slowly enveloping him in the process.

Jack's heart raced as he felt the warmth of her flesh and the silken lubrication of her webbing smearing against the back of his neck. This was really happening and he had no idea how to react to it all, so he froze stiff and just let it happen, silently reminding himself of the many good points she made about how it would be foolish to run a vore themed park and safari without finding a way to make it safe and keep the guests happy and coming back. Those were the thoughts that he needed to not panic, them and the memories of all the nice things Vvilfred and Therris and Camari and Afearnia had done for him. He trusted them and had no reason not to trust Foxifly.

Of course, all of that internal self-assurance did little to calm him once he felt her tail maw curling over the top of his head to smother his entire face in one quick motion, swallowing him right down to the neck with the upper and lower jaws clenching down on his chest and back, respectively. The sudden sensation of flesh pressing tight against his face made him whimper a bit and accidentally inhale some of the silken fluids that lubricated her inner walls, forcing his chest to heave in a cough.

He panicked only for a few seconds before realizing that he didn't actually need to. Though his body had defaulted to a flight or fight response upon inhaling fluid, he quickly found that not only was that feeling fleeting but he quickly was drifting off into a state of semi-lucidity. He could feel every little thing from the tug of her silken web to the flesh of her tail maw sliding over him, but all of it felt ethereal, like it wasn't real. He was stuck in a state of mind somewhere between dreaming and being aware of his surroundings all at once.

As a result, his skin grew hypersensitive against the touch of soft flesh, accentuated by the sucking sensation coming from deep within her tail maw that seemed to be tugging him upwards. The constriction of her silk was less like he was bound in nylon and more like that of a snakes silky scales rubbing against him even through the clothes he wore.

Then, as Foxifly had promised, the rest of her actions happened in a matter of seconds. While still hovering above him, she widened her tail maw's jaws wide, parting the lips and twisting to push down on him, engulfing him and swallowing his entire upper torso with ease! She inverted the flapping of her wings to push down on him rather than lift, the buzzing creating a sort of micro-thrusting on him that ensured he slid with ease into her tail maw, his safe passage facilitated by how tight she had wrapped him with her silken web.

She bounded down on him, thrusting with all the might her wings could give her as her tail-abdomen stretched and distended to fit him, growing in length and girth as its entirety slowly enveloped him right up to his feet while he stood in place. Foxi then leaned forward with him completely inside her tail's gullet aside from his toes sticking out the end, every muscle in that region of her squeezing tight to ensure he didn't slip out of her.

“Oi, care to help me out?" Foxifly demanded of Vvilfred. “He's not heavy but I'm not big."

The stallion pushed off from the tree he was leaning against and stood, arms crossed over his chest, over her. “You vored him, you deal with him."

“Stop messin' around; can I sit on your shoulders? I know I can't fly." She leaned against him with her tail barely held up off the ground, much of her strength needed to maintain that position.

Vvilfred snorted at her and struggled to hold in a laugh. “Alright, hop up. I better get a raise, though." He then got down onto a knee and bent over with his fists on the ground, waiting for her.

Without saying another word, she slowly crawled up onto his back and draped her legs over his shoulders, leaving her abdominal tail to dangle down his back. “Thanks for this. Do you know where to go to see Ceylon? Wait, of course you don't." She then whispered the location into his ear before pointing forth, like she was on a feral steed and leading an army. “Tally ho!"

“You're so lucky I love you." Vvilfred grunted back at her, but then happily hiked his way back to the trail en route to where she had told him Ceylon awaited.

Inside, Jack was floating in an eternal chasm of flesh and warmth; it was almost like he was suspended in foam as her walls lightly throbbed and pulsated around him. Before long, he slipped into a light slumber, half in and out of consciousness and only partially aware of what was going on around him. Despite how much his internal monologue was telling him to panic, he couldn't help but remain relaxed and completely content.

Everything was fine. Better than fine. He had never been so cozy and didn't want it to end.

Even the best dreams come to an end, eventually, and while Jack was certain his time in Dalon was a result of his imagination – a land conjured by his deep-rooted need to escape his reality – he was quickly proven wrong. Not only was everything too vibrant and detailed for his mind to have created, but after being wrapped and consumed by Foxifly's tail maw he found himself dreaming inside her about Dalon instead of his home land. Dreams rarely happen within dreams.

Furthermore, he was eventually stirred from his slumber as a series of contractions passed through the flesh around him. The first thing he felt was the softness of the walls that held him, no longer buffered by the thin layer of silk that had wrapped his body from neck to knees. Within seconds of waking, he struggled to stretch his arms and found that he was no longer bound while inside her; he was still smothered on all sides by her tail's gullet, but the silk was no longer hugging him. In its place was a silky, viscous lubricant. It must have dissolved in order to best facilitate his consumption.

Before he had long to contemplate what happened, another wave of contractions passed over him and he felt himself sliding out of her back end feet first alongside the gooey mess. He landed in a puddle on a stone slab, slimed from head to toes in her fluids with his eyes blurred and unable to focus. He rubbed himself for clarity and eventually managed to catch sight of Foxifly hovering over him with Vvilfred to her side; at least, he thought it was Vvilfred. All he could see was a gray and black blob.

Jack opened his mouth to speak but only coughed, spitting and hacking up the fluid that had filled his lungs. Despite knowing that he may very well have been drowning, he felt great! Relaxed. Calm. Complacent and willing to embrace this life even more. Once he had finished coughing, he managed to squeak out a few words. “Where am I?" Was all he could manage.

A soft yet powerful voice came from behind Foxifly and Vvilfred. “You're with me, now."

“And who are you?" Jack asked, rubbing his eyes a second time and blinking to clear them. He should have known to expect but the grogginess that still held him muddled his thoughts.

“I'm the one you're here to see, Jack. I am Ceylon." She could have been indignant but chose to be kind, something Jack immediately identified and reacted to by straightening up and wiping his eyes.

“S-sorry! I didn't know!" He stumbled through as he struggled to clear his eyes of all the gunk that remained. “I promise I didn't mean to disre-"

“Calm yourself, Jack." She interjected with an idle chuckle. “I'm not that kind of bird. Here, clean yourself up and we can talk." She handed him a towel, which he happily used to wipe his eyes.

When he finally regained his vision he happened to glance down and see that he was nude! Embarrassed, he covered his groin and avoided eye contact before ever getting a clear view of Ceylon. His cheeks flushed pink and he felt himself shrivel knowing that he was fully exposed.

It was Foxifly who poked her head up to explain. “My apologies. I'm part moth, you know; it only makes sense that my abdominal womb digests and absorbs fabrics as well as its own silk. I probably should have informed you as such before taking you in."

Ceylon then turned to Foxifly and playfully pushed her. “No idea why you felt the need to take him, either way. I mean, I guess this is The Vore House and all but you didn't need to swallow him to bring him here. Not like he's gonna give my position away."

“I can have my fun, can't I? Not often I get to play with human partners." She reached over and caressed Jack on the cheek. “And look at this boy! He's so cute!"

Having finally adjusted to the scene, Jack was able to look up and observe his surroundings. He had awaken in the shadow of a large castle wall partially overgrown with vines and mosses surrounded on all sides by tall cliffs and steep hills. It was clear this was a hidden keep in the wilderness of the Vore House safari zone, which was why Ceylon wished to remain hidden. Ceylon herself was a tall, rather thickly built black and white gryphon with spots on her avian portion and stripes on her feline portion, golden brown accents on her chest and neck like an osprey.

She stood tall and regal, eyes narrowed to stare at him and long tail whipping and flicking behind her as if she was curiously examining him. “Foxi, Vvil? I would like to have this specimen to myself for a while. Please excuse us." She never took her piercing, vibrant blue eyes off Jack's.

“For sure." Vvilfred answered with a salute. “Today's supposed to be my day off anyway. And Jack, don't worry, you're in good paws here." He offered as he walked by, patting Jack's shoulder.

Foxifly also concurred and did the same by casually hovering by and patting Jack on the way while chatting with Vvilfred. “So back after the weekend then, Vvil?" She asked, only to have the answer swallowed up by the forests and bushes that surrounded them. Both of them were gone and now Jack was alone with a rather imposing-looking gryphoness.

He couldn't help but ask for some clarification; though he remained somewhat groggy and half-lucid, he still had the wherewithal to keep things in his sights. “So, did they tell you what I was here to inquire about? I mean, I was under the impression Vvilfred would have stuck around to clarify things and, if need be, pay for the services in question since I have no money. I, uh, I don't know you and I presume you don't know me because we just met so it's a little overwhelming to try to get it all out at once, especially when I'm-" He paused to glance down at his nude form, hands still covering his crotch.

“Naked? It's fine, dear. I'm naked and so are most folks in The Vore House Wilds." Ceylon said with a bit of a chuckle. “Don't worry about it. I've seen penises in my life and I can assure you yours isn't going to make me feel uncomfortable. Go ahead, you can be at ease with me." She leaned in and used her hooked beak to tug at his wrist, forcing him to expose himself.

Jack felt like resisting but quickly fealized she was too strong to dare go against her will, so he relaxed and let is hands dangle by his side. Despite feeling exposed and bare, he adjusted pretty quickly when memories of his time with Vvilfred and the others came to mind.

“That's much better." Ceylon cooed at him before leaning back and sitting on her haunches, tail still swaying behind her and eyes trained on Jack. “Tell me, human, what do you know about me?"

This took Jack by surprise. “O-only what I've been told. I'm new to this region and I'm not familiar with you in the faintest beyond the tales that you are supposedly able to do transformation magic? Is that, uh, accurate?"

Ceylon leaned in closer so that Jack could see every shade and hue of her irises. “It is, but I'm curious as to why someone like you would be interested in such services, since they don't come cheap and are not easy to do." She then stepped past him, rubbing her shoulder to his like a cat marking its master. “And furthermore, I'm curious why I'm having such a hard time reading you."

“Reading me? What do you mean by that?" He countered, now closer to defensive than needy.

Upon completing her loop around him, she returned to a position in front, eyes still trained on him as she took a long breath. “Yes, reading you. Normally I can prod into a person's mind with relative ease, divulge their secrets for them and dig to the deepest cores of their desires. But you? You are giving me trouble. It's almost like you didn't exist before this morning outside of some wisps of the sky and stars beyond it. I can't decipher you."

Jack gulped. “Is that a bad thing?"

“For you? Not at all. If anything it just makes me even more curious to learn more about you and more willing to indulge you. It is a little concerning for me, though. I don't like having to consult Valencia for this sort of thing but I might have to."

“Who's Valencia?" Jack asked, pausing for a moment to wonder if he'd heard the name before.

“She's a friend of mine. Taught me how to read minds and speak using telepathy. If anyone can uncover your past it's her."

This made Jack's heart soar and a wave of adrenaline flow through him. “Really? You think so? I can't even remember anything before today and yet I have been getting flashes of...something. Memories, perhaps. I genuinely don't know."

Ceylon raised one of her front talons to silence him. “Whoa, there, my friend. I can't guarantee anything. I'm almost as good as her at this and I can't decipher a thing in your mind outside of the past twelve hours or so. I have a hard time believing she'll do much better." She then leaned in with a half-cocked smirk. “And it seems you've had a hell of a time enjoying the locals since arriving."

Jack blushed again, his memories quickly dashing back to the brief encounters he'd shared with Vvilfred, Therris, Camari, and Afearnia; in a little more than half a day he'd already enjoyed multiple sessions with the four of them. He may have been ashamed if Ceylon wasn't so casual about it.

“Don't worry, though. Grief manifests itself in the most peculiar of ways. You're not familiar with this world, this land. It makes sense that you'd indulge in the sort of hedonistic ways of the locals if that means blending in and making friends. It's a defense mechanism, in a way. I get it. You get it. We all get it; now I just need to understand you as a person outside of your sexual escapades." She got back in close, having never stopped pacing or staring a hole in him. “So let's start from the top."

“What do you consider to be 'the top'?" Jack asked, slowly growing comfortable with the situation despite knowing and understanding how off the scene had become. He should have been concerned, worried for his thoughts or body given the situation he'd found himself in, but above all else he wanted answers and he wanted to take action; if that meant submitting to a gryphoness, then so be it.

When Ceylon turned from him to put a few paces of distance between them, she deliberately lifted her tail towards him to ensure he saw the glistening black flesh that comprised both her rump and her vulva. Despite being half feline and half avian, she had a plot akin to that of a mare, not a tiger.

“Well I want you to start with whatever you feel the most comfortable saying. What do you want? What do you expect? What are your long term goals? I mean, I could delve into your mind to discover those things with relative ease but I'd rather you speak it aloud. I tend to prefer to keep my mental probing to initial meetings to get a good idea of who I share company with, not to manipulate."

“Oh. Well I didn't actually know for certain what it was I'd expected out of all this." He admitted. “To be completely honest, I wasn't even sure until I was, uh, spit up by the foxmoth's tail that this was even real. I was convinced that letting her swallow me that I'd wake up and return to my real life and yet here I am, in the presence of a real live gryphon who makes friends with bug hybrids and horses that can speak. At this point I'm just sort of going with the flow and letting whatever happens happen. I guess part of me was hoping you'd just do whatever you were comfortable doing."

She raised an eyebrow and lowered one of her ears. “Is that so? I meant to ask you more about what you wanted out of me than what you wanted out of your time in Dalon. As far as I can tell you're stuck here, and if I'm not real then I might as well have fun with it. So, more specifically, what do you hope to get out of me? If I'm to grant you new life as a citizen of Saff'Rald, what can I expect of you?"

This caught Jack off guard again, even though by this point he really should have expected her to ask these sorts of questions. “Honestly, I'm not sure. Vvilfred had mentioned that you were here and that you might be able to grant me a body that suits the realm better than what I was born with." He looked down at his naked form and shrugged. “I'm not even sure how that would work but before this morning I didn't even know dragons and gryphons were real so I guess magic isn't much of a leap."

“I see. I see. Have you got a form in mind? There are other humans here but I can understand why one might prefer to be virtually anything else. Looking to be a big strong dragon with scales and wings and claws and fire breath? A horse with a cock that touches the ground? A gryphon?" She paused to strike a pose, proud of her own race enough that she didn't feel the need to elaborate on what made her so stunning. “Anything you want, I can make it happen. You just need to focus on it, desire it. When I'm done with you, you'll be reborn in that form, but know that you will not be able to return to your human form without my help. There are no spells to morph you or revert you back." She warned.

Jack hesitated for a moment before the realization set in that she was not only willing to do what he had come here to have her do but also that she was utterly confident in what she was saying to the point he hardly even considered the plausibility that she was all talk and no action. This was really going to happen and he was within minutes of allowing himself to be taken by her in a spell beyond his wildest comprehension!

There were only a few minor snags, though. He had no idea what form he wanted to take due to not having a past history's worth of inspiration to pull from and he still had no idea if transformation magic was going to hurt or how she'd go about casting the spell.

“Have you got a form in mind?" She asked, slowly stepping up so that she was so close he could feel the warmth of her breath on his chest. “If so, let me know and we'll commence."

“I don't, actually." He admitted. “Can I take some time to think about it?"

Ceylon cocked her head to the side and gently purred at him. “No, but I don't think that's needed if we're going to go what's truly in your soul. I apologize for prodding, but some rudimentary mind-reading has plucked an ideal form for you from your subconscious. Let's say you'll be pleasantly surprised when you are reborn. For now, however, it's time to let your body be taken by mine."

Jack nearly bowed in respect only to pause and raise a finger. “Actually, I'm dying to find out exactly what that means. Do you have to like, douse me in potion and eat me or something? I wasn't told anything about how this works and, uh, I know the Vore House is all about eating people."

“That's actually a misnomer." Ceylon corrected him, deliberately fluttering her eyes to act sultry while also keeping his attention. “Vore in its purest form actually requires digestion and we don't do that here. The Vore House celebrates endosomatophilia – the fetish for being completely inside one another or having another completely inside you. What I'm trying to say here is that you have to be inside me but that doesn't mean you have to go down my gullet to get there."

With a gulp, Jack widened his eyes as his imagination started to run wild. He had theories and ideas but didn't dare presume a single thing. Instead, he leaned into her, begging for an explanation.

She picked up on this quite easily and spun around, lifting her tail high and spreading her hind legs. “That means you can chose any pathway into me when dealing with the pleasantries this place offers. But for Transformation, you need to find your way to my womb if you are to be reborn. Understand me?" As she spoke, her pussy throbbed and drooled a silken stream of lubricant while her clit winked and her tail arched high to ensure it wasn't in the way or obscuring his vision.

Jack could only slowly nod, cock gradually swelling to a full erection as a trickle of precum slid down his member. “I-I do, yes. So, uh, how do we proceed?" He wasn't even worried about what might happen or what form Ceylon had chosen for him. All he wanted was to be buried face first in that meaty slit of hers.

Luckily for him, she wasted no time backing up towards him with her tail raised high and her clit winking with every couple steps. “I think you can use your imagination. You need to be in my womb, so you'd best make a move. Dive in, Jack. Your new form is waiting for you." With her final steps towards him, a sticky sweet scent billowed up around them, invading his nostrils and sending a shiver up and down his spine.

He fell to his knees and twisted in place, eager for what came next. Ceylon dropped with him, dipping the small of her back and widening her stance so she remained conveniently at face height, her moist lips puckering and drooling in just as much anticipation as his.

Without another moment's hesitation, he pressed his lips to hers and parted her cheeks with his tongue out, sampling her flavors as her clit winked against his chin. He closed his eyes to savor every sensation, scent, and taste before having her push back into him and arch her back, smothering him to the neck with ease. Her pussy lips dilated and slid past his cheeks, clenching up tight below his jaw.

This left Jack completely blinded and absorbed in her flesh with only the steady throb of her walls pulsating around him accented by the faint gurgle of her insides and the steady beat of her heart somewhere on the other side of her torso.

It was really happening, all he had to do was let it and he'd be in his new form before he woke.