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"Time to shut down for the night." Leera stated to the others who were with her in the main hall of The Vore House of Klyneth. Around her was Yetzer, Vvilfred, and Foxifly; the other crew members were all scattered throughout The Wilds and were likely in the midst of their final meals of the day.

Yetzer was first to bow and head out. "Will do, boss." He said before slithering away. The gold and brown naga wasn't the most sociable snake which made him both the best and worst predator at The Vore House. While some guests preferred the cold intensity of a distant predator that only sought them as a meal and not a friend, others preferred the compassion of Leera and others to make them feel safe and comfortable prior to the consumption that would mark the end of their stay. The region he was in charge of clearing out was the jungle and more specifically the temple in the middle of it.

That's where he did most of his best work, acting as the naga god folks got sacrificed to while others watched and filmed. Of course, it was all part of the spectacle and none were allowed in The Wilds without the potion that both made their bodies safe to explore but also made them impervious to the ills of natural vore. At The Vore House, safe predation was always top priority.

The Vore House Wilds were like a mixture of a safari and a theme park, covering thousands of hectares of land specifically and magically enchanted to represent all manner of biomes from icy tundra to the dense, lush jungles where yetzer spent much of his time. There were lakes and rivers and plains and hills and forests and waterfalls and mountains and beaches and pretty much everything else one could imagine, all linked together by a web of pathways and trails that guided guests around.

A single day pass allowed any guests to arrive and drink a vore potion to ensure their safety before exploring; once they were out in The Wilds, anything goes. They could find and eat others or be hunted and snatched up by predators that also got a day pass. While all guests were entitled to be prey or predator, it was mostly the Vore House attractions that got the most attention. The biggest, most interesting performers - which were almost always predators - usually had some sort of ritual or story to go with their involvement, such as Yetzer acting like the vore god and demanding sacrifices, hence why people would chose one lucky prey to be swallowed by him every hour on the hour.

Those who weren't chosen could keep exploring or come back in an hour to try again! Such was the nature of The Vore House Wilds, there was always something happening, be it instigated by the guests or orchestrated by The Vore House employees. Anything could happen, but the most interesting stuff usually happened thanks to hours of planning and ritualistic preparation.

Once Yetzer was gone from the main hall, Vvilfred, the mottled ashen stallion and head grounds keeper for The Wilds, followed suit and made his way out the back gate to cover his area and make sure no guests remained in The Wilds after dark when the gates shut and the sun set. The potions only lasted twenty hours at most, so nobody but the employees of The Vore House could remain on the grounds overnight. Since safety was paramount, they couldn't risk putting their customers in danger with weakening potions or callous predators. The grounds needed to be evacuated nightly.

With Yetzer and Vvilfred gone, that left Leera and Foxifly together, alone in the grand hallway with Theodit the concierge behind them running the desk and doing paperwork. This was when Leera decided to give Foxifly the good news.

Before Foxifly could leave, Leera coiled up next to her and flicked her tongue, patting the fox moth on the shoulder. "Foxi, things have been going pretty well ever since you started helping out and I think it's about time we properly reward you for that." She said with a grin, or at least the best grin a serpentine maw could handle without looking more like an attack or strike pose.

This made Foxifly's antennae perk up and her heterochromatic compound eyes buzz in delight. "Oh? Why do you say that? I was having fun and didn't know I needed to be rewarded."

"You keep saying that and while humility is endearing, I think it's about time you realized how important you are to this operation." Leera countered as she tugged her entire snake body around to cradle Foxifly's legs and lower body, soft scales caressing the foxmoth's fur. "So I wanted to extend a special thanks to you by offering you Yetzer's job as Chief Operations Officer."

Foxifly audibly gasped. "Wait, I don't want to steal anyone's job! I'm here to help, not-"

Leera gave a gentle squeeze of a hug to silence Foxifly, her thick and well-muscled body more than enough to overpower just about anyone if she deemed it necessary even though she was quite gentle. "Foxi, Foxi! Don't worry about it! I know you don't want to steal anything but in reality, he's going to be retiring soon and moving on. I bought him out from his shares by purchasing the land and he's gonna be relegated to just a seasonal attraction. He doesn't want to handle any of the administrative stuff anymore, says he only signed up to eat people and his duties have kept him from doing that as much as he'd like. So yeah, don't worry about it, if you want it, the job's yours when he retires."

Accompanied by a blush, Foxifly crossed her lower arms over her lower abdomen and glanced down at the red carpet of the floor. "When might that be?" She asked, her voice less commanding than it normally was. She wasn't the shy type, but this was clearly overwhelming to her, at least at first.

"At the end of the season. After that, he's going to be going into brumation for a few months to recharge his batteries and doesn't want to wake up to more duties that'll keep him from his passion."

"Brumation? You naga do that?" Foxifly inquired; she knew and understood that the reptilian equivalent to hibernation was brumation but didn't know that sentient agens of Dalon ever actually went through with it. Ever since evolving beyond that of feral beasts, all agen-kind shed that part of their past due to the steady, never-ending need to hold jobs and eat and bring up kids.

Leera laughed a bit as she flicked her tongue with a jovial swagger. "Oh, not usually. Same as you warm blood folks, we mostly gave that up centuries ago. However, we can still do it and he's made enough money to disappear for a few months and has no other responsibilities to keep him from going into a feral brumation to recharge his spirit and his body. I kinda wish I could do that but it'll never happen unless I can convince you and the others to take over for me."

Foxifly raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I'm happy to take the position but I'm not going to be running the place on my own, am I?" She asked, concern in her voice. "This isn't my house."

"No, it's not your house and not your responsibility." Leera assured her with a boop of the snoot and another casual tongue-flick to show she was being silly. "This will always be my baby, but maybe, just maybe, you can run more of it if and when I need a break. You're already basically doing all the work by acting as AR (Agen Resources) as well as the operations manager. You're the one marketing the place, you're the one who helped us rebuild from the ground up for our re-opening a year ago, and you're always in the thick of things when we're brainstorming new ideas. Makes sense to give you a title befitting the work you do around here and I'd hate to not give you the respect you deserve."

"That's just it." Foxifly interjected as she stepped out of Leera's coils. "I feel plenty respected. You've been quite good to me; sure, you push me harder than I can go sometimes but you're not mean about it and very encouraging. You're the reason I'm as passionate about this; I don't know if it'd be a good idea to put more stress on me, it might ruin my passion for this place and I don't want that."

Once again, Leera slid her tail up and around Foxifly's midsection to pull her along. "Then you determine your own hours. I just want to officially give you the title so I can justify paying you more. Someone's gotta be Chief Operations Officer alongside me as the Chief Executive Officer and I can't think of a single person I'd want in that role more than you. Not even Ceylon would fit as well as you since she's always busy with her own business when she's not here. Vvilfred is great but doesn't have the creativity needed for the role, and while I love Anax and Cero, neither of them have the instinct for leadership. They're smart and creative but they're not leaders. They take after me quite well."

Foxifly couldn't help but rub her chin, antennae rubbing together as she made an excited chirping, buzzing sound out of her maw. It was quite strange to hear coming out of a mammalian body but her insect parts were known to be spread throughout her form and integrated to her furry regions. "I suppose you are right. I already do a large majority of the operations management as it is, and, I dunno Leera. I love the idea but you do know I'm not gonna be around forever, right?"

"I do." Leera confirmed with a nod. "But we also know that you're just using that as an excuse. This version of you won't be around but as a drone you'll be replaced and since this body is but a vessel for your consciousness, well, come on Foxi. We both know it'll be just like you never left."

This elicited a grunting laugh from Foxifly. "Oh, right. I forgot I told you about all that. Who else knows about that? The hive mind, and all?"

"Just Ceylon and I. I think Anax and Cero may have figured it out but I haven't asked." Leera flicked her tongue gently, tasting the air to see if she could better gauge Foxi's responses. Leera had mild empathetic powers and could read minds and feelings with relative ease with most people, but soon after hiring Foxifly and learning the foxmoth seemingly had no mind to read or emotions to feel, it raised a lot of questions. Leera chose not to probe out of respect but ended up having to inquire when Foxifly disappeared for a few days and came back with a wholly different colour pattern.

Leera, Ceylon, and a select few others were the only ones known to be able to transform at will, so it inspired a series of questions that led to the pair of them learning of Foxifly's true nature, which was that of a drone and only one of many representatives of the kaiju Foxra.

That raised a lot of questions among the Vore House operatives and even Leera needed some clarification from time to time but as far as it was explained, Foxra was the queen moth who dispersed her consciousness among dozens of drones that lived and worked around the Great Sapphire Lake and Vast Emerald Wood - both of which were wrapped around the Cradle of Dalon to the west. None of the drones lived long, but since they were just vessels for the hive-mind collective, both memories and experiences transferred over to the new body. This, most perceived her to simply have seasonal colors.

The taste on the air told Leera that this body of Foxifly's had matured. "Are you in heat?"

Naturally, this coaxed a blush from Foxifly. "N-no, of course not? Why would I need that?"

"You're a drone, sure, but you're also a fox. Mammals go into heat, you're not going to just suddenly be immune to the needs of your fox half." She leaned in close with some of her coils wrapped around Foxifly's tail and abdomen. "I know you're not all that interest in the sexual elements of what we do here but I fear you may have to learn to live with the fact that at least part of you wants it."

She scoffed a bit while fumbling over her lower pair of smaller hands. "I suppose so, I just, you know, I really don't think it's a high priority."

Leera nodded in agreement. "It's not! I don't particularly find it all that engaging, either. I mean, I go into season and Ceylon is gonna help me but I have no interest in breeding or having a clutch. Anax and Cero were an accident - not a mistake, but still an accident - one I'm not keen on repeating. That said, there's no shame or harm in indulging yourself."

"I know, I know. I mean, I'm not ignorant of biology, Leera." She teased while stepping out of the snake's coils. "I find it cute that you seem to think so but in reality I'm well aware of my needs. I just, I dunno, I really don't care for sex. It's all messy and complicated and it relies too heavily on pleasing others. It's a lot of work for relatively little payoff and this life is too short to waste it fumbling around with myself to figure out what buttons turn me on the most." She buzzed her wings to hover towards the same back door that Vvilfred and Yetzer had gone through. "Just not worth it."

Her response actually surprised Leera. "Oh? If that's the case, then why are you blushing and why did you act all coy when I brought it up? This place is basically a vore brothel, a whore house for pred and prey alike. You have to have some interest in the sexual side, don't you?"

Foxifly shrugged as she continued towards the door with Leera slithering behind her. The two of them were making their way to the back drawbridge so they could evacuate The Wilds past sunset. While they walked - or more specifically, Foxifly hovered and Leera slithered - they continued to talk.

"I do, of course. I masturbate from time to time if the urges get to be overwhelming. I've got a vibrator and I do get enjoyment out of playing as predator for others; my tail has a lot of the same sensitivities my, uh, female bits have. I just really don't much care for sex. I like sexual pleasure but I don't like relying on others or compromising to get it. I get my intimacy from cuddles and noms."

This seemed to strike a chord with Leera. "I think I get you. I love my burd Ceylon but we don't really do much for each other from a sexual standpoint. My body is often too cold for her tastes unless she's using my tail for her pleasure." She paused to pull the very tip of her tail up to examine it, running her fingers around the well-pronounced scale ridges. "Not that I blame her. Seems pretty effective. But that's not the point. I'm trying to say I understand where you're coming from! Sex is a lot of work, it's exhausting, and pleasing yourself is a lot easier when your needs are so specific. Sure, if you can find someone who matches you well then there's nothing quite like it, but in general it's easier this way."

"More or less." Foxifly agreed. "I don't hate it, but as soon as someone else is involved, I just don't get excited anymore. Feels more like work to me. A chore. My bug brain is very scatterbrained and unless I'm the one who initiates it and does most of the work, it's just a drain on my spirits."

"I'm not so sure I go that far, but I can see where you're coming. Ceylon's like that with me; unless it's her idea she's just not interested. Her moods come and go so quickly that if I'm not in the mood she just uses toys or patrons in The Wilds to satisfy herself. Being a predator works for her because she gets to be in complete control." She paused to think to herself a bit. "You and her really are similar! I knew there was a reason I hired you!"

Foxifly nodded as the two of them made their way down the winding pathways of the hilly region of the Wilds that connected the back of The Manor to the Forest, Jungle, Savannah, and both the swamp and marshland in the middle. From that point forward, both of them kept mostly together as they went about their job clearing out the Wilds. Leera's empathetic abilities and Foxifly's antennae scanned The Wilds for the sensation of any remaining predators or prey not native to the area.

They found a few stragglers and hustled them back to the gates, all while continuing their conversation about the value of sex in a life where neither chose to breed and were too complicated to be properly handled by anyone that wasn't psychic.

Each of them found common ground but were also quite different for various reasons that influenced their decisions in life. Foxifly was a drone and prone to wilting and being replaced by others of her own hive mind so she didn't want to confuse partners who weren't interested in being with a collective. She also found that each new body had its own sensitivities and trying to find what made her happiest was hard enough on her own, let alone with a partner! She didn't want to put anyone through that if she didn't know for certain exactly what she wanted first.

Leera's reasons for not liking sex were vastly different. She experienced sexual pleasure thanks to the evolution of the naga race, but her desire was so specific and time sensitive she just didn't bother caring about it. She had seasons, time of the year where she was needy, but for the most part lacked interest in any sort of physical intimacy. She, like Foxifly, loved cuddles and snuggles and stealing the warmth of those around her and she found that to be more appealing to her than ventral penetration.

Many hours past midnight, after the two of them as well as the other Vore House workers had scoured The Wilds to make sure that no patrons remained, everyone aside from Yetzer returned to The Manor to finish work for the day and punch their time cards.

This left only Leera, Yetzer, Theodit, and Foxi at The Vore House overnight. Yetzer remained in the jungle's temple while Leera and Foxifly returned to their offices to do the day's paperwork.

Foxifly was first to bring up anything about Yetzer. "So when would I be taking over for grump snake? You said he planned on retiring and you wanted me to take over, but I don't know when that would be or how the transition would go." She was hanting up her green and gray shirt by the door to get nude; this was not intended to be an act of seduction but a casual liberation after a hard day's work.

Leera, who literally never wore clothes, was already coiled up at the back of her office where her computers were set up. The corner was a rather large but sheeted off lounge made of vibrant red and gold pillows - the same colours of the carpets and banners in the grand hall - all heated from below for her. She slept there when not at her actual home with Ceylon to the northwest of Klyneth. She didn't even turn back to respond. "Any time, really. I figured I was gonna give you a month's paid vacation and have you come back to take over during the transitional phase."

"I could start tomorrow." Foxifly offered, eyes twinkling and antennae buzzing.

This took Leera by surprise. The naga swung around to look Foxifly in her compound eyes. "I don't know; you were worried about taking on more responsibility earlier, what changed?"

"Honestly? I just love this place." Foxifly answered as her wings buzzed. "And this body won't last forever, I see no reason not to work it to death. I know that, for most people, that seems silly, but for me it makes perfect sense. I'll be back in my next life, you can count on that, but I'd rather take this time to learn before he leaves. I say forget the break, let's start tomorrow!" She did a little dance to show just how enthusiastic she was being. The excitement was palpable.

Leera remained at her desk with the bits of her body sprawled all over the place, like cables weaving throughout the office. "If that's how you feel, I'd be happy to bump ya up tomorrow as long as you're certain you can handle it. Like I said, no real difference compared to what you are doing now, you just won't need to ask permission if you're not sure. Hopefully the confidence it gives you will help you be more self-assured in your decisions and we'll get an even better product!"

"Heh, product? I didn't know you were so corporate!" Foxifly hovered over, her insect wings carrying her just over top of Leera's coils. "My first course of action is to convince you to not see it like that but like an experience! We're not selling products, we're selling experiences!" She waved her hands in the air as if opening a window, eyes wide and antennae twitching.

With a playful scoff and a hiss, Leera brought her tail up to tug Foxifly down onto the ground. "Experiences can be products, but I like the way you think. I've always loved how you think. You're very good at this and I'm a little detached from most people so it's good to have someone who's a bit more sociable than I am. Ceylon helps but she's not here all that often and, honestly, that impacts me a lot. Yeah, I'm happy to let you take over, this is exactly the voice we need, but-" She paused to flick her tongue through the air and taste the scent between them.

Naturally, the change in tone of Leera's expression made Foxifly blush. She knew what was coming next, she could literally feel it in her loins.

"You really are in heat, aren't ya?" Leera probed, lightly teasing Foxifly in the process. "You know, I understand you're not interested in sex but I'd be happy to help if you let me."

"Help? I'm not sure I follow." Foxifly admitted. "How are you gonna help? Transformation?"

Leera shook her head as her tail reverse-slithered up and around Foxifly's midsection. "I don't need to use magic, I just think that I could help. We're both ladies, professional ladies at that, I see no reason we can't take some time together before bed and figure out what makes you squirm. I don't want you to have any expectations, I don't want you to feel the need to perform, I just think that it could be good for both of us." She winked and flicked her tongue again with a toothy, gummy grin.

Foxifly let out a long, drawn-out sigh as she relaxed her wings and rested all her weight on the ebonstone ground, straddling Leera's body as she did so. "You know, you're totally right. I hate that you're right because I always kinda felt I didn't need that sort of release, but every cycle is a bit worse than the last and I guess it can't hurt."

"You know, I don't mean to push you or anything. You're a chief operations officer now but you are still my employee. Sure, this is a rather explicit place of work but you don't owe me anything in that regard and I don't want to abuse any sort of employee-employer trust. I just wanna help you out."

"I owe it to myself." Foxifly answered with confidence. "You don't owe me, but I really don't see how it's a problem and you make a lot of good points. I suppose, when it all comes down to it, we could argue this is a sort of performance enhancement activity. I do the vore and unbirth and I enjoy that, but I could do more. I'm not uncomfortable, I'm just mostly uninterested; perhaps if I found the joy in roleplaying or the faux-intimacy that makes up the crux of it, I could do better."

This made Leera laugh and lean in for a coil-hug. "You're overthinking it. Come on, dear. I'm done my paperwork for tonight and I'm heading into my cave to relax. Join me, if you wish. I'd love to help you find out exactly what you need to make you happy. Physically, mentally, emotionally, I'm not picky. Help me help you and if you aren't comfortable just say so. You know the magic word."

"Boomwakkadoo?" Foxifly stated, making it clear she knew the safe word.

"Exactly! Follow." Leera then let go of Foxifly's body and lowered her torso to the ground so she could slither across the room and into the corner, which was completely hidden by the red and gold draperies as well as lined on the floors and walls by pillows and cushions. It was incredibly comfy looking and not at all like what Foxifly expected from what was basically a snake's den.

"You know, all the time I've worked here I've never once seen this part of your office." She marveled as she pushed the drapery aside and gingerly stepped over some pillows, carefully avoiding stepping on any of them for fear of tracking dirt. "Sorry about this; should I crawl or something?"

Leera pulled the rest of her body into her den of pillows past Foxifly and spun so that she was leaning up against a stack in the corner. Every bend and bulge of her body came to rest in between the cushions as if she had specifically stacked them for maximum comfort, her thick, scaled curves forming a perfect coil around the two of them. She looked up from her spot reclined in the corner. "I wouldn't worry too much about it. I love the cushions but I could sleep in mud if I needed to and a bit of stray dander or dirt isn't worth worrying about. You do whatever's comfortable for you."

Foxifly gingerly stepped back until she was at the edge of the pillow den and brushed the bottom of her paws off, removing any and all bits of dust or dirt from them before getting on all six and crawling her way towards Leera. The first thing she noticed was that the floor beneath the pillows was almost hot to the touch, like a sauna rock, and that transferred through the cushions in a way that made her wanna nuzzle them. She was specific in her steps, reaching over Leera's cream and chocolate coloured scales until she and the naga were face to face with her legs riding down her spine.

The position between them made Foxifly blush a bit since she could feel the bone of Leera's spine grinding up between her legs and she couldn't help but gently push back, using the spinal ridges to pleasure herself and make a bit of a mess.

"See? Nothing wrong with a bit of self exploration." Leera assured her. "Use me as you see fit; I want to help you find the pleasure I know you deserve. And who knows, maybe you'll find yourself in a nice, warm womb before sunrise."

Everything Leera said to her made Foxifly playfully scoff. "You know I'm not as distanced from my own physical pleasure as you might think, right? I'm not into sex in the traditional sense, but I know what makes me happy. I know what parts of me feel good to the touch. I could have sworn I just told you that." She used all four of her arms to hoist herself up, further putting all her weight down on Leera's spine while grinding her hips. "But at the same time, it's nice to have someone I know won't make it creepy. That's the hardest part about this job, you know, people getting too intimate; I know there are preds we employ that love that kind of stuff but I'm more about the cuddling and noms."

"I know that, I just want to make you comfortable!" Leera said with a grin and a flick of her tongue. "And based on the scents I'm picking up, it's pretty clear that you know what you're doing."

Foxifly grinned and buzzed her antennae as she started shifting her hips back and forth in much the same way she would if she were riding cock, using the ridge of Leera's spine to grind against her clit and between her plump fox-like lips. She paused after a moment and leaned in, pressing all four of her palms against Leera's thick, scaled body. "You're so warm. I thought you were cold-blooded."

Leera's form shifted in place, tensing and gliding along the ground while leaving her torso and the part that Foxifly was riding in place as the rest pushed the various cushions and pillows aside. "I am cold-blooded, but I absorb heat very quickly; the heat panels beneath the cushions are hot, as you may have noticed, and that transfers into me quickly." She reached out and caressed Foxi's shoulder, undulating her spine beneath the fox-moth's body to return the favour; she felt the warmth and moisture of Foxi's arousal trickling down between her scales, something that made her squirm a bit.

"Everything alright?" Foxi asked with a nonchalant raise of her eyebrow; she was trying to be casual about the whole thing despite the physical sensations that coursed through her loins. "Also, you are just full of surprises, aren't you? I've been here over a year now and I never knew just how well your body absorbs heat. I won't lie, it does make me want to explore your body a bit more than mine."

With another grinding of her spine up against Foxifly's loins, Leera flicked her tongue again and angled her head so she could better keep eye contact with her partner. "Is that so? I can definitely arrange that, if you'd like. Can't play traditional predator to you right now thanks to my cycle but my womb, as I said, is always open for you if that's where you wanna go." She slid both her hands down past Foxi's arms to squeeze each of her thighs, the fingers of the much larger naga wrapping around her rump with ease and parting her cheeks to expose her lips.

It was then that something felt strange to Leera. While it was pleasant that Foxifly was being cute and sexy with her it was equally as strange what she felt where the two of them met. To Leera's senses, it felt as if a tarantula was walking down her spine, the claw-hands tugging her scales with each step. This tickled but she didn't want to jerk away or panic so she opted instead to explore with her fingers. What she found was not what she expected but was a pleasant surprise.

As her fingers walked their way inward from each of Foxi's cheeks to find her vulva, she was greeted by the sensation of tiny insectile digits reaching out and grabbing her fingertips. This confused her so she felt the need to get a better look. She hugged Foxifly in close to herself and extended her neck so that she was able to look under the hybrid's thick, thoraxian tail to see what was going on between her legs. Despite being an awkward position, Foxifly was happy to let her sate her curiosity.

Much like Foxifly herself, the fox-moth's genitals were unlike anything Leera had ever seen. Next to her clitoris jutted out two fleshy pedipalps that looked and acted like a tarantulas but weren't hairy; each of them reached out and grabbed whatever got near and tried to stuff it inside foxifly while two more that came from the posterior crook of her slit did the same. The closer Leera looked, the more she figured out about this peculiar anatomy, details such as the little groove along either side of her inner labia that would allow the appendages to rest when not aroused or how her clit had a tiny claw!

"Like what you see?" Foxifly joked, deliberately bending over and raising her tail so that her sex was better exposed. "I promise I won't bite, unless you want that."

Leera then pulled back and returned to her position leaning against the cushions while pulling foxifly up closer and slipping a pair of fingers into her to see if she could bring her more pleasure. "You truly are the most unique creature I've ever seen, and I'm in love with a fluid chimera-gryphon."

"Thanks?" Foxifly wasn't sure if that was a compliment. "I tend to be pretty unique no matter where I go, so I'll accept what you say and go on from there."

"Are they sensitive?" Leera asked while squeezing one of Foxifly's pussy-pedipalps between thumb and forefinger. She got her answer as Foxifly tensed up and started buzzing her wings excitedly. "I see, I see. Tell me, Foxi, is it comparable to your clit?"

As Leera continued to squeeze and tug at her vulval digits, Foxifly shuddered and nodded. "Similar, yeah. And prehensile, so-" she paused to bite her lip, grunt to herself, and push back against Leera's fingers - which felt quite thick to her given their difference in size. "So they really help me out and can actually tug prey in if I'm in that sort of mood." She then flexed her loins to prove her point by having two of her digits grab Leera's forefinger and give it a squeeze.

Naturally, this delighted Leera. She returned the affection by squeezing and tugging Foxi's pedipalps. Each time she was met by a cutesy twitch and noise out of Foxi, accented by counter-tugs and squeezes and even some light constriction bu her depths on the submerged fingers inside her. All of this combined gave her a bit of a revelation. "There aren't any bones in there, huh?"

Though she was distracted, Foxifly was able to answer. "No, more like a cock. Fills with blood when aroused, there are some muscles in there for the dexterity, but when it's not aroused it's tentacley."

"I do like tentacles. They're very similar to my own tail." As she made the comment, she curled the very last bit of her body up to wrap her tail around Foxi's thighs, her tail tip probing at the fox-moth in the same place her fingers were, right between her lips and all four of her pedipalps. "Tell me, Foxi, do you like tentacles? Does the dexterity of that appease you?"

After a brief pause wherein Foxifly folded up her wings and pressed her chest to Leera's, she nodded. "I guess we're about to find out, aren't we?" Her nether digits reached out and grasped at Leera's tail tip, helping to guide it into her. She then gasped and moaned as she felt the blunt, scaled end of Leera's body probing into her, parting her lips and displacing her digits. She then closed her eyes and smiled, taking in the pleasure as she felt her body accommodating the thickness of Leera's tail tip.

"I don't get it." Leera commented, somewhat distracted. She didn't let her tail halt its corkscrew like motions, but she did feel the need to make an observation. "You're not into sex and for that reason you're so very tight, and yet you're into unbirthing. I've seen you take smaller blokes completely inside you from both ends, so why is it that you're both exceptionally tight and quite malleable?"

Foxifly gulped and pushed off Leera's chest, biting her lip in a smirk. "Are you really asking me that? You're the queen of body modification and you're the one who developed the potions we use here! I'm malleable because I have to be, because I want to be. The glorious thing about not living in this body is that I can do whatever I want to it and discard it when I'm done. In this case, it will make for a wonderful vessel for whoever ends up exploring me but my fox parts aren't that well used. For that, I refer you to my tail." As she spoke, her fluffy fox tail curled itself around her side and the tip of it split open, revealing its maw, which was lined by juicy, two-toned purple flesh and no teeth.

Leera was familiar with this part of her. "You don't have to tell me that, it just sort of takes me by surprise every time it comes up. I keep forgetting just how malleable you are and even after employing you as long as I have I still find it weird, the whole hive mind thing."

"Do we really need to go in circles?" Foxifly mused. "You've said that before, too."

"I know, but it's still true. I figure you'd realize by now I'm not the best at socialization." Leera explained. As she did, her tail continued to reverse-slither around Foxi's thigh in order to gyrate and pump a few more scales into the hybrid's depths, sloshing about and grinding against her silky inner walls. "Did I ever tell you what my home life is like, with Ceylon, I mean." Under most circumstances, such banter would have been inappropriate for a time with one's tail in another, but both Foxifly and Leera were quite casual about the whole ordeal so to them this was just another hangout.

Casual or not, Foxifly had a hard time doing anything more than a shake of her head as she bucked her hips and reached around her thighs with both of her lower two hands, eager to stuff more of Leera's thick tail into her. This nonchalant desire brought a smile to Leera's face.

"Well, we don't actually talk that much. I mostly stay in my jungle room as she reads or writes on her perch outside. Our actual home is high in the mountains so I need to keep warm as best I can. Magic and gemstones keep the place hot since no power lines go up there, but it's the geothermal energy I like the most." She paused to flick her tongue before continuing. "I don't talk much. We don't talk much. Even with just the two of us alone in the mountains I keep to myself and she goes about her day. I don't get any practice talking to people unless I'm here, at work, with you. That's why I hired you and a few others such as Ithilwen and Haloren and Febii to act as our ambassadors. I just wanna operate the place from here and leave the-" She made a visible shudder that ran up Foxi's spine. "-socialization to the experts."

Foxi's tail maw returned to its usual position outstretched behind her as Leera went about her explanation. Once she was convinced her naga partner had finished, she leaned back so she was sitting upright with two hands on Leera's chest and the other two reaching around behind her to wrap around the snake's thick tail to hold it in place with the help of her clitoral pedipalps. "I fear you may have chosen the wrong people if you chose me." She joked while leaning into the tail to take more inside her; the girth of it was a bit of a challenge but her flesh was quite malleable and thus gave only pleasure as the scales dilated her. "I'm good at art and ideas but when it comes to talking, I'm kind of a mess."

Leera deliberately moved her tail in a wave that forced it deeper, the very tip snagging just past the fox-moth's dilated cervix as an anchor before flexing and pressing the scales outward. "A mess, you say? I dunno about that; I think you're far more, uh, capable than you think." She offered a wink of approval - something that looked strange on a snake, but something Leera's transformation abilities granted her the ability to do - before reverse slithering her way in so deep that Foxi had no choice but to bend over and widen her stance a bit, relaxing her hips and flopping her tail-thorax over her back.

Deeper and deeper she went with a series of muscle flexes and tail twists that wormed her body as far as it would go. Unlike most foxes, Foxifly's unique anatomy actually allowed for penetration of the cervix, which in turn made it an ideal place for her prey to rest when she was habitable.

Of course, the more she wiggled her tail inside and the more aggressive she got with her undulations, the less control Foxifly had over her faculties. After a few moments of silent pleasure, the crook of her tail maw started drooling a thick slime that trickled over her shoulder and onto Leera's chest, slime which Leera collected in her palm and smell-tasted with her tongue before using it on the underside of her tail which was grinding against Foxifly's lips and inner thighs, lubing her up.

She wanted to go deeper still, even though a full meter of her tail had tugged itself into her womb and knotted up on itself, forming a visible bulge in the fox-moth's belly. The more she tensed her muscles and undulated her length in waves, the more of a mess came from Foxifly's now-gaping tail maw and the more she could collect to systematically pump more of her tail's length into her. This all came to a head when her own vent, her cloaca, finally reached Foxifly's opening.

Leera's body was almost exactly the same as that of a monster-sized snake and thus had much of the same anatomy aside from her arms and the few bones and muscles needed to anchor it to her torso. After a meter and a half of tail, her body was next to slip its way into her partner, with her cloaca acting as the barrier between snake body and snake tail. The thing that made this fun for both of them was that as soon as Leera's cloaca pressed up against the distended fox-moth's vulva, Foxifly's pedipalps eagerly grabbed the naga's cloacal spurs, tugging on them and encouraging both to caress one another.

"Hngph, wow." Foxifly grunted as she felt her legs go weak and her loins burst in delight. "I never thought something so simple could be so intense."

With another tension of her muscles - a clench that made all the length of her tail stiffen inside - Leera gave a gentle tug that further made Foxifly squeeze her legs together as she struggled to keep herself from calling out. It was clear the look on her face expressed both discomfort and pleasure in equal measure, which was not uncommon for canines, which often experienced both when knotted.

Only Foxifly wasn't knotted by a bit of a canine's extremity but an actual knot of naga tail balled up in her womb, a tangle of scales and muscles so big it made her look gravid with gryphon eggs!

She bared her teeth in a growl that had overtones of insect buzzing as her wings twitched and her tail maw arched up and sputtered silken fluid all over Leera's belly scales and coils. She clenched her fists, curled her toes, and constricted her loins to keep the knot of snake tail from slipping out of her before finally whimpering and collapsing on her belly, all four arms and both legs growing weak and flopping out in all directions. Her breaths were ragged and brisk, her heart raced, and the added pressure of her abdominal wall pressed down against Leera's belly scales only emphasized it all more.

Clearly devoid of all self-control, she twitched and her wings flickered as her tail pulsated, each constriction releasing another stream of her juices all over the both of them.

Moments passed without either of them saying a word before Foxifly pushed herself back upright with weak, feeble arms. "D-did you know that would work?" She asked, voice hollow and distanced from the aftershocks of pleasure that shot through her every time Leera flexed her tangled tail inside her. "O-or was that just luck?"

"No such thing as luck, but I remember you telling me a thing or two about your anatomy and I thought I could use that to my advantage." Leera began to explain as she relaxed her tail and slowly pulled it out; its entire length uncoiled and released the knot as scales passed over themselves and pressed out against Foxi's womb and pussy on the way out. As she continued to pull the rest out, she explained further. "I know your womb is unable to conceive but makes for a wonderful erogenous zone so I assumed that was the best place to tease and stimulate. I also know that your fox bits aren't the only way to get there." She leaned in and hissed the last bit into Foxifly's ear as the end of her tail slipped out with an audible slurping sound.

Foxifly was left breathless as she was emptied out. Her loins sealed shut in the absence of Leera's tail, the magic in her body and the potion she consumed ensuring her body retained its shape the moment it was possible; even her abdominal wall returned to its slender, well-kept shape. The moment she registered what Leera had said about knowing about the other entrance, she couldn't help but make a buzzing sound atop the simple and humble declaration of, "Oh, right." Before instinctively widening the lips on her tail maw and having its fleshy depths leak and drool female arousal all over her snake partner's scales. There wasn't anything more to say.

Leera may not have been able to read Foxi's mind due to her status as a drone, but she didn't need telepathy or her natural empathy to know what the hybrid wanted. All she needed to do was flick her tongue and smell-taste the air to get a powerful hit of canine and insect arousal that informed the naga that Foxifly was willing to let her do just about anything she wanted.

Knowing that she had free reign over her fox-moth partner, Leera wrapped both of her arms around Foxi's torso to pull her into a hug as her tail wormed its way like a tentacle into her tail maw, prying the lips open further to wriggle and force its way in deeper in much the same way it had to Foxi's pussy en route to her womb.

Much like the fox-moth's vaginal anatomy, her tail - which was also a thorax and housed her tail maw - was quite unique and distinct from one aspect to the next. The opening of the maw and the lips were fully fleshed out, lacking teeth but on possession of some muscled gums that could clamp down on prey safely and comfortably. Beyond that were two tongues, one on the top and one on the bottom of the maw; both were fat and wide and good for gulping but couldn't extend beyond her lips. Just past the tip of her tail came the gullet, a snug, tight passage that made up a short stretch of her thorax only to widen in the base half of the tail which served as her tail womb.

Leera didn't hesitate for more than a few seconds before slithering her tail backwards into Foxi's maw without worrying in the least bit about whether or not the thorax's gullet could handle it. With one fluid motion, she thrust it in as far as it would go with its tip guiding its way past Foxi's lips, the two tongues, and the tight gullet passage before bursting into her tail womb and tugging the rest of her tail in after it by bundling up and tying itself into a knot to lock itself in place.

All of this was aided by a copious volume of thick, silken fluid akin to a blend of saliva and natural female arousal that coated the tail maw's gullet and leaked out over both of them.

Foxifly was naturally overwhelmed by this sudden and intense sensation, which was something she rarely experienced but loved when she had the opportunity to do so. One of the things shared between Foxi and Leera was the nature of Foxifly's tail maw; in their time working together, Foxi had revealed to Leera that her tail's gullet was even more sensitive to touch than her vulva and vaginal walls. Not only that, but her thorax led to the same womb and thus had a passage beyond the tail's own womb. All in all, very unique biology and anatomy; Leera intended to abuse every bit of it.

With permission, of course. Foxifly knew the safe word and how to use it if a problem arose.

But Foxifly was overwhelmed with the intensity offered to her by Leera's tail. The naga's tip pummeled her depths, flexing to stiffen and widen itself inside her and stretch her out all while probing and exploring every angle of her insides. Like in her vaginal womb, Leera's tail knotted up and formed a thick bulge near the base of Foxi's tail for a moment before the snake's tip found its way to the narrow passage that connected her tail's canal with her womb from the other side.

Once again, Leera's tail tip extended as deep as it would go to curl up and anchor itself in her womb, the womb that served no purpose beyond pleasure and the holding of her prey. As an unbirth specialist, this passage was one many locals got to enjoy, but never Leera. Leera was strictly a predator so it was incredibly uncommon for her to slip any of herself in another unless it was someone she could trust completely, someone she knew to not trick her in any way. That's what made much of this casual interaction more than just the sum of its parts. The only person Leera had ever used her tail on or submitted herself to was Ceylon.

That showed just how much mutual respect and trust the two had for one another.

Of course, Foxifly was gradually losing herself to the orgasmic delight that overcame her. Bit by bit, she found herself acting more carnal and less measured, unlike her usual behaviour. Given her tendency to shun sexual acts in lieu of preferring more vore-themed adventures, she wasn't all that well-versed when it came to controlling herself in the throes of passion.

Also, she got a new body once a year or so and thus had to readjust to stimuli every time that happened. This ensured that, once the right spots were caressed, she had little control over what she said and did from that point forward.

The combination of the rarity in which she allowed this with the trust she had in Leera and the pinpoint accuracy of Leera's coils inside her meant she quickly lost all control and went full on drone, wings buzzing and limbs folded up close to her chest as every muscle in her torso and tail clenched to hold Leera's tail in place. Her wings flapped so hard that she hovered off the ground, parting ways with Leera in all manners aside from the tail that weaved its way through her thorax and into her womb.

Furthermore, Leera wasn't quite done. Though the naga was enthralled at the sight of Foxi hovering over her, anchored only by where their tails met and all hands balled up as she gritted her teeth, what came next was actually what grounded Foxifly and brought her to come rest upon Leera once more. Not a tug of her tail or another knot-based orgasm, but a deeper slither through her.

Not deeper into her, but through her.

Leera tightly controlled the undulating motions of her tail in reverse as the tip snaked its way through the fox-moth's reproductive system. Not only had she weaved her extremity through the tail maw and past the thorax's gullet and own custom holding chamber, but it had also found its way deeper into Foxi's abdominal womb and through the cervix that led to her pussy canal and back out again. From that spot, Leera grinned with delight and flicked her tail as she saw the tip of her tail force its way out through Foxifly's pussy lips only to have each of the hybrid's pedipalps form a four-spired cage to keep it from slipping further out of her.

The image made Leera imagine what Foxifly would have been like laying eggs and having the tiny little limbs wrapped around the crest of the shell before depositing it where she sat. The conjured concept made her flick her tongue as she grinned and laid back, happily using the very tip of her tail to bend just right and press against Foxi's clit from underneath, having protruded from her vulva.

Insecticile fluids were leaking out of all three of Foxifly's orifices - her pussy, her tail maw, and her oral maw - only to have some of it slurped up like nectar as she collapsed in a heap on Leera's bundled-up coils. She was heaving and whimpering as her entire torso shivered in delight. All four of her arms folded up between the two of them as she regained her composure. Well, tried to regain her composure. The pressure points Leera was hitting all at once with her tail in every erogenous zone within the hybrid ensured she lacked the lucidity to say or do anything.

Leera kept this up for a while, shifting every part of her tail inside Foxi to tease every bit of her from pussy to tail maw. The clit, the g-spot in her canal, her abdominal womb, the passage between wombs, the womb in the base of her tail, the tail's gullet, and the tails maw all had points that could be easily pleasured and Leera managed to hit all of them at least once, many of which repeatedly and in sequence of one another, ensuring Foxi never had a moment to breathe.

After an elongated period of Leera using her tail like a well-trained tentacle, the naga caught the sound of Foxifly struggling on her words trying to pronounce something. "B-b-b..." She stammered, unable to progress through the word and say what she was trying to say.

Despite lacking the empathetic abilities that she would normally use to discern a partner's desire, Leera was able to eventually figure out that Foxifly was trying to spit out the safe word used across The Vore House of Klyneth.

The instant she realized this was the case, she relaxed her tail and wrapped both arms around Foxifly once more in a hug, slowly pulling her appendage out of the hybrid's internal system with a gentle tug that allowed it to slide out one chamber at a time. The tip reversed its way through Foxi's vulva, pussy, womb, passage, tail womb, gullet, and tail maw before bursting out followed by a fluid-addled belch from Foxifly's tail maw.

Such juvenile body sounds made both of them giggle to one another while Foxifly struggled to lift herself up to thank her for identifying her need to part ways. She was exhausted, out of breath, heaving as she attempted to suck in air, and too busy giggling to actually revive herself. In fact, she was so out of breath that she started to feel dizzy; eventually she managed to muster only a few words. "I need rest." She stated while still flopped down on Leera's belly.

Having been fortunate enough to mostly be the one in charge and not actually using much of her body to please Foxifly, Leera was able to speak just fine. "I think I can help you with that. Remember, I did promise you a womb to spend the night if you felt so inclined to do so."

A moment passed as Foxifly managed to conjure just enough strength to speak again. "I'd like that, yes. Normally it's others resting in me but I'm all tingly and exhausted." She then paused to giggle at herself as her engorged, sensitive loins once again slid across Leera's warm scales. "Yesss, I'd like that a lot. A lot. Whole lot." She was rambling, clearly on the verge of passing out.

Leera pulled the last bit of her body and tail up so that it was next to her torso where Foxifly was resting. She used her own hand to collect some of the fluid that had soaked her tail and slid her fingers into her own cloaca, prying her ventral scale open in the same manner one might open up a sleeping bag and invite a friend in.

her dark red inner flesh throbbed and glistened as it gaped wide open, the silken, velvet walls drooling her own arousal adding to the viscosity of the concoction. Her other holes could be seen lining her from the inside alongside her vaginal canal and the passage to her womb.

Foxifly, still a drone and happy to find a place to nestle up inside like she would at the hive, nuzzled her snout into the gaping opening and squirmed her way in place, nuzzling deeper and tugging on Leera's ventral scale with all four of her hands. The heat that Leera had absorbed was beyond comforting to her, almost hot to the touch but so soft and permeating of her own outer exoskeleton and fur that the moment the cherry pink walls slid over her face she felt like she was emerging into a whole new world of ethereal delight.

Of course, more than just her head needed to pass through Leera's Ventral opening, so Leera gave her a bit of help by reaching up under the hybrid's tail and giving a gentle shove with one hand while keeping her other one tugging and prying at her ventral scale to keep it from snagging on Foxi.

Her passage was both snug and shockingly loose and stretchy as far as Foxifly was concerned. The tender walls pressed in equally from all sides and seemed to misshape itself to perfectly fit Foxi's form, but at the same time it stretched and dilated and expanded to perfectly fit her no matter how much she wriggled and writhed inside. It felt, to her, like she was underneath one of those heavy blankets, only instead of it coming from just above her it was wrapped around her on all sides.

The fluids and natural lubricants that lined Leera's passage soaked into Foxifly's fur and pinned her antenna to the back of her head, streamlining her and smothering more of her the deeper she wormed her way. In an odd way, the feeling of being so tightly enveloped by this flesh reminded her of the day this particular drone was born, the sensation of being aware of the surroundings but still partially fluid and unformed. That's what she felt like, an unformed previous stage in development.

She felt like, the deeper she went, the less of a form her body held. She was reverting back to her prior form, and it felt remarkably comfortable as far as she was concerned.

Of course, she wasn't actually dissolving or transforming, but that's what it felt like. As Leera's malleable serpent flesh entombed her, she felt less and less physical, like she was floating in nothing while also feeling the soft touch of skin on hers from all corners, all angles, from inside and from outside. She was so complacent in her lucidity that she barely even noticed how much effort Leera herself had put into stuffing her inside.

What started as a casual curling up under covers to have a nap quickly turned into her being wrapped up by snake skin, Leera's ventral scales distending to swallow her up followed by the feeling of muscles constricting around her to make her slide through the warm flesh into the naga's warm womb. Her wings were squeezed to her back, all of her arms were left crossed over her chest, and her legs and thorax-tail were all floating beneath her; or above her, she couldn't tell anymore.

And just like that, she finally allowed herself to inhale, sucking in the silken fluid that enveloped her and formed a film between her body and the uterine flesh that wrapped around her like a coccoon. She was home. She was comfortable, and as the fluid overtook her lungs, everything dissipated into a dreamlike state.

Before long, Foxifly found herself semi-lucid, only vaguely aware of what was happening around her. Inside, she knew what had happened and where she was, but the half-asleep sensation of being entombed in a naga womb ensured she could never be entirely sure what was real and what was a dream. All she knew was that literally nothing in this drone's year-long lifespan compared to the serenity she felt while floating in Leera's womb.

Leera, however, remained completely aware of everything that she had done. Moments after stuffing the last of Foxifly's extremities into herself, she curled back up onto herself in the corner of her heated cushion den and made a motion to shut off the lights and head to bed.

This day had concluded and another busy day lie ahead of them. The Vore House had no days off, and both Leera and Foxifly were going to need to keep at the top of their game once Yetzer retired and Foxi took over for him. Naturally, that meant that the fox-moth needed all the rest she could get and Leera was not only happy but eager to grant her that.

If nothing else, it would be lovely for Leera to enjoy a good night's sleep with someone inside her. She'd not had such a fulfilling night all season and it was nice to know that Foxifly would happily offer herself to Leera's loins if the situation called for it.

Such a partnership - both personal and professional - would prove to be beneficial to both of the Vore House ladies. They could both use all the help they could get.