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"Wait, so how long have you two worked here? I've been coming around for months now and I've never seen you." Ithilwen asked the pair of tiny hippogryphs that were relaxing with her in the lab. She was talking to Kentanni and Wrasir Miflyron, similarly patterned siblings of barely more than a half meter tall, both of which were regulars. They both had golden brown chests, gray-blue mottling on their body, and faded black equine-style feathering on their talons, the only difference being their form, his sturdy and hers dainty. The three of them were in a laboratory in the southern region of The Wilds, an open safari zone operated by The Vore House of Klyneth who's purpose was to allow folks to enjoy all manner of extreme kinks - mostly revolving around endosomatophilia - in the safety of the House.

Ithilwen was there, doing her part in between the time she got hired and when she was scheduled to leave with the other ambassadors on a world tour. She could have just relaxed for a few months but opted instead to get some practice by offering herself as predator or prey to any passerby that happened to stumble upon the laboratory region of The Wilds. For now, she was not really getting a whole lot of action; most of the folks who came to visit The Wilds preferred the jungles and swamps and beaches and caves. The more natural environments where monster snakes and tentacle beasts and dragons often remained. Predators that were always eager for another snack.

Kentanni chirped a bit, her vocalization deepening at the end to resemble her equine half. She was actually on Ithilwen's lap, cuddling up to the canine's warm body. "We don't actually work here. We just visit a lot and since we're some of the few dedicated prey types - there are plenty of big predators but no prey our size - we get special passes whenever we want to visit."

Wrasir, the slightly larger of the two, was perched on a nearby shelf, sitting there with his legs dangling beneath him, almost hitting the vials on the shelf below. "It kinda sucks, to be honest. We're pretty small and all that, which makes us the only viable prey for a normal sized biped like you, but at the same time it's a steady reminder of our size. I hate people treating us different because we don't even come up to people's waists." This was a sore point for both of them, as they had been bullied for much of their lives and were regularly patronized. It resulting in the siblings looking out for each other at all times, their bond growing thicker in time.

Until recently, the only one each of them trusted was the other. This extended to their intimacy, as neither felt comfortable being with others regardless of their blood relations. Things were regularly dangerous, even in a world that embraced folks of all sizes and every imaginable permutation of sexuality, gender, and permutation. Being around a half meter tall meant that even the smallest of agens - bipeds, as they're more scientifically described - had at least a head and shoulders advantage on the two of them. They possessed strong magics and were more than capable of clawing or pecking, but even together they were often overpowered by others.

That was, until they came to the Vore House. There, they found their calling. By having control over those who would prey upon them, they regained their power and their confidence. Ever since finding themselves as regulars in The Wilds, they felt comfortable with others for the first time. Collectively, they were still 'victims' in a manner of speaking, but they were always in control given the nature of the vore potions handed out at the front desk. It was a perfect way to use their size to their advantage. It was a nice turnabout.

Of course, this didn't help much if nobody came to visit them in the lab.

The Vore House Wilds had an interesting setup that allowed virtually all manner of kinks to be explored. The Wilds themselves were a huge, five kilometer by ten kilometer plot of land spreading out back behind the Manor itself. The location was deliberately chosen due to the diversity of the environment, since it encapsulated a small lake, a plain, both deciduous and coniferous forests, a fungal wood and a crystal wood, plains, mountains, and cliffs. The setup was fine enough on its own, but with the help of the owners - Leera and Yetzer - planting enchanted gemstones, the region became even more diverse, with everything from tropical jungles to barren tundra atop the northern hills.

It took them literally half a decade to terraform the region so that the weather didn't interact between locales, but once it was done it ensured the five by ten kilometer plot of land had just about every manner of biome one could hope for. On top of that, they also built a wide variety of buildings within the safari zone, ensuring that any vore fantasy could be fulfilled. All of which were just mockups, meant to give the look and feel of their respective details without actually functioning as that locale. With one exception. A lass by the name of Sachiko ran a hospital near the entrance that was equal parts real medical facility and kink factory for those with a nursing fetish.

Other locales situated within the Vore House Wilds included a stilt village on the beaches of the lake, a series of log cabins in the northern woods, a small hamlet in the valley, another village that doubled up on the plains, a temple in the jungles, a school - or more specifically a university - and of course the castle and lab that Ithilwen and the others found themselves in.

"So what exactly are we going to do about this?" Ithilwen asked as she leaned back in the lab's operating chair, kicking her feet up so that her ankles were in the raised stirrups. This pose was very deliberate, and exposed her loins to the others. Ithilwen was not modest and The Wilds allowed her that freedom. "I could think of a thing or two to do to you two, if you were into that."

"Given your brash attitude, I can only imagine where we'd end up stuffed." Wrasir wryly joked. "I know what's going on in that mind of yours."

Ithilwen shrugged. "Can you blame me? I mean, look where we met. If you weren't expecting to go spelunking, then what are you even doing here?" She wagged her tail and rubbed herself, giving Wrasir a very good look at what she was doing, even with Kentanni on her shoulder.

Kentanni chirped and pecked Ithilwen's cheek. "Don't tease him, he doesn't like it. If you want to do some stuffing, I think you'd best just ask, or-" She paused and raised her head, ears perked up.

"What do you hear, girl?" Ithilwen teased in a patronizing tone. "Did someone fall down the well? Don't worry, I'm sure the boltsquid will get em!" Both Kentanni and Wrasir shot glances of disapproval at Ithilwen to shut her up. She just laughed.

"No, but I heard something." Kentanni explained. She spread her wings and flew across the room to perch on the windowsill of the lab, overlooking the valley below. Once she saw what she wanted, she continued. "Or more specifically, someone! Be right back!" And with that, she spread her wings and dove out the window, deliberately getting the attention of a passerby that was walking through the valley beneath the castle.

Neither Wrasir nor Ithilwen had any idea what was going on. Wrasir could have flown across the lab to join his sister but opted instead to stay on the shelf, legs swaying beneath him. "She's pretty impulsive. It's cute, but it gets her into a lot of trouble."

"I'm not so sure 'trouble' is how I'd describe it." Ithilwen countered while still being friendly and casual. "I just think she's adventurous. Reminds me a lot of me from a few years back. I used to be an archaeologist, you know. Used to scour the globe for ancient relics, mostly specializing in enchanted variants. I mastered a special form of geomancy that makes that sort of exploration safe and non-invasive, so I was able to extract the artifacts withotu damaging their locales."

Wrasir laughed. "Sounds fun! Thanks for sharing your backstory!"

Ithilwen raised an eyebrow to him. "I just mean that she has that same spirit I once had. I like it. I respect it. I admire it. However, it sounds like it might be a problem for someone her size."

"You know it." Wrasir confirmed. "I've been covering her tailfeathers for as long as I can remember. There's a reason that we tend to only trust each other and nobody else. Well, until coming to Klyneth. Folks just seem nicer here. You say you used to travel, am I crazy or are people nicer here?"

"Oh, people are definitely nicer here. It's not just you. I find that here and Caiden have the most consistently nice people compared to the rest of the world. I remember reading an article once where they explained the reason for this being something about the healthcare and progressive ideals. With Caiden housing NoThEn Labs and Klyneth being the home of, well, the Vore House, folks have a lot of options and a lot of freedom when it comes to personal expression. Not going to get too into it, but basically people can be themselves here with less chance of judgement. Oh, and the fact that there is no single majority race here in the nation of Saff'Rald ensures there's even less prejudice to go around. I'm not here to discuss global politics, though. Tell me a bit about you." She leaned forward, legs still up in the stirrups. "You don't seem like a drake into vore. What brings you here?"

"Simple. This is really the only place I can use my small stature to my benefit. I've got magic enough to defend myself now and a lifetime's worth of experience using it, but here my size makes me valuable. I'm sure you know there aren't many prey that normal sized folk like yourself can enjoy. Most of the predators are big dragons or gryphons or snakes, so what about the predators who aren't quads? No amount of potion's gonna make you be able to swallow someone your size or even just a bit smaller. But me? Kentanni? We're nice and filling." Wrasir seemed proud of his little speech, like he'd practice it before. He had, and it showed.

Ithilwen liked his answer. "Makes a lot of sense. I just find it funny that you're so defensive and a little protective, but then feed her to others. It's also pretty cute and pretty hot that you two are intimate considering your relation to one another. I enjoy the company of my brother, Marama, too. He really is the only one who gets me."

"Same." Wrasir concurred. "We've lived each other's life from the day we hatched. Nobody gets me like she does, and I don't think anyone gets her as well as I do. When you don't have to worry about potential clutches you don't want - being egg-laying hippogryphs, we just toss the eggs if something goes wrong - the taboo surrounding it kinda goes away." He ruffled his feathers and puffed out his chest, the plumage there making him look like he was swelling in pride when he was really protecting from a light breeze that came in the room through the window Kentanni had flown out of.

Before Ithilwen could make a pleasant and encouraging comment in response to that, the door of the laboratory swung open to reveal a purple and silver-furred lass with many, bushy tails out behind her, Kentanni on her shoulder. This furred lady was fully nude, same as the other three.

Kentanni fluffed up her feathers. "Look who I found!"

This set her up for an introduction, but Ithilwen and her had both met before. It was Poojawa, the sabre-sune. She had long, thick canine teeth and a lovely striped pattern all over her body. While it wasn't obvious from her sleek body type, she was a very capable pred and was one of those fabled few who could swallow up someone of equal or near-equal size.

"Pooj'!" Ithilwen called out in excitement. She tried to get up and off the table, but the stirrups held her legs in place so she found it a bit of a challenge. Luckily, Poojawa picked up on this quickly and helped her out.

The two hugged with Kentanni transferring from Poojawa's shoulder to the next. The tiny hippogryph then hopped off and joined her brother on the shelf nearby. "Well, that's rather fortunate! Didn't know you knew each other."

Ithilwen paid her little mind, as she was just happy to see an old friend. "I didn't know you were in town! If I'd have known I'd have gotten you a weekend pass or something! I work here, now, so I can hook you up with whoever and whatever you want!"

Poojawa rubbed her chin and then twirled the tips of each of her sabre teeth as she thought about that. "I already found who I want to have the most fun with. I think you know that's you." She winked once and leaned into Ithilwen, pushing the canine back onto the operating bench with the stirrups, passionately forcing her hands between Ithilwen's thighs to give a little rub.

Outside of the Vore House - or at least between two strangers regardless of locale - such brazen demands could have been unwanted. Fortunately for both of them, Ithilwen was not only happy to indulge but just as eager to please her partner. All of this transpired over the course of only a few seconds while Kentanni and Wrasir looked on, their own interests piqued despite them not immediately getting involved. Wrasir did reach over to cradle Kentanni's haunches and squeeze the base of her tail, though, coaxing a little chirp from her.

Ithilwen looked up into Poojawa's eyes with a knowing grin. "Took you long enough. What was what, a whole minute with you in the room before you got part of you inside me? For shame, Pooj. For shame." She taunted as her partner hoisted up her ankles to put them both in the cradle stirrups.

Undeterred by the taunt, Poojawa leaned over Ithilwen and forced two fingers in as deep as they would go, stopped only by her other fingers and thumb hitting Ithilwen's lips. She then curled them a few times to stroke the canine's G-spot a few times to help moisten her and loosen her up before doing the same with three, then four, then all five fingers including her thumb. With one sudden and wet lurch her fist popped into Ithilwen with ease, only to be clenched down upon and swallowed by her powerful and well-toned pelvic muscles. Poojawa purred deeply and balled up her fist inside, twisting it and rocking it from side to side while she pushed, not stopping till she felt Ithilwen's Cervix stop her.

She was buried almost to the elbow with ease, her partner having next to no prep whatsoever. This was exactly the sort of thing she lived for, and Ithilwen was equally enthralled.

It had been hours since Ithilwen had even seen another person pass through the valley beneath the lab, and she was getting bored prior to Kentanni and Wrasir's arrival. The two tiny hippogryphs had made her day more interesting and full of casual conversation, but her loins were what needed the most attention. She had consumed adequate potion to be predator or prey, and she assumed with the help of Poojawa she'd end up being prey. Pooj was one of the few that Ithilwen knew who were capable of taking on a whole person their own size; Ithilwen was just slightly smaller than her sabre-sune friend.

However, as Poojawa was pumping her balled up fist in and out of Ithilwen, the knuckles grinding against all of her partner's most sensitive and engorged bits, Kentanni interjected.

"You could both be having fun, you know." She suggested while rummaging through a pile of scraps to find a blood-red double-ended horse-cock dildo. "I bet this would be a whole lot more fun for both of you. Fun for me, too." She tossed it to the pair of them; it landed right on the bulge in Ithilwen's well-toned belly, where Poojawa caught it before it fell off to the side. Wrasir seemed intrigued by his sister's sudden interest in watching others. This was not something she often expressed interest in.

Ithilwen and Poojawa took little time in finding a way to best enjoy the double-ended hoss-dong together. Both of them fumbled about with their free hands to find the controls on the table - Poojawa never taking her forearm out of Ithilwen to do so - in order to lay Ithilwen back with the stirrups still up. Once she was prone, Poojawa hopped up on the table next to her - pulling her fist out with a squishy pop - and pushed Ithilwen to the other side. She forced the stirrups down and slid into a position so the pair of them were scissoring, pussy to pussy.

All while this happened, Ithilwen held the Dildo between her breasts, eventually placing it so that it was resting half on her lower belly and half on Poojawa's, gauging how deep it would go into them. She wanted to go a bit slower, but knew that with Poojawa that wasn't an option. Instead, she pressed the shaft of her end down onto her clit, smearing her soaked lips up and down its length.

Fortunately, Poojawa was just as eager as Ithilwen, and the sabre-sune grabbed her end of the toy and aimed it right at her pussy, grinding the unflared tip against her opening and grabbed the shaft to pull on it till it popped in. The very instant she felt that bulging tip slip past her lips, she let out a roar that could be heard beyond the valley while gripping the median ring - the dividing part between the two halves of the toy - and tugging to get as much as she could into her.

Sensing a lovely opportunity to turn this into a game, Ithilwen grabbed her side and did the same, aggressively shoving it into her pussy with equal aplomb, the main difference being that her cervix was already teased open, so she could take the unflared cock tip inside her womb if she desired. Once she felt the horse-cock head slide through her, she glanced down over her body to see that Poojawa was watching her.

"You're getting weak." She joked, then clenched her depths to grip the horse toy with all her pelvic control, literally tugging it by the rim of the head to go deeper into her.

At the same time, right as Poojawa felt the toy slipping out of her, she did the same and clenched her own loins to resist, halting the extraction and even going so far as to pull it back into her loins as deep as it could go. Together, they enjoyed a round of tug-o-war, struggling to decide who's loins held the greatest strength. It was such a tight competition - pun intended - that neither could really come out on top of the other, be it metaphorically or literally.

Rather than fight or give up, Ithilwen curled up and grabbed the toy by the median ring - which was equally far from her lips as it was from Poojawa's - and began to stroke it like it was her own cock, thrusting the toy in and out of her and her partner back and forth.

Poojawa arched her back and pushed out her tongue, maw opened so wide that her sabre-teeth didn't even touch her lower canines. She balled up her fists and toes, satisfied as she felt her depths twitching and pulsating against the girth of the double-ended horse-cock toy. Her many tails flicked out behind her on the operating table and she barely even noticed when Ithilwen's hind paw pressed up against her cheek. Once she felt the paw pads on her lips, she licked the arch inside Ithilwen's paw and then nibbled her toes, slurping and sucking with one hand as she used her other fingers to caress her clit in rhythmic circles, each in time with Ithilwen's thrusting.

The two were in a twisted, contorted mess of fur and tails and limbs, connected in the middle by the toy. As their legs wrapped around each other, scissored so they could get as close as possible, the two attempted to have their nether lips kiss around the toy.

All was well, until a flutter and a chirp nearby distracted them. It was Kentanni, one ear up and one ear down as she stared down at them from the shelf nearby. Both Ithilwen and Poojawa looked up at her with looks of disappointment, as if to visually ask why the hippogryph hen interrupted.

"Excuse me, you two." Kentani chirped at them before fluttering down onto some nearby equipment. "Last I checked this was the Vore House, not a porn studio. Which one of you are going in the other?" She put her talons on her hips and glared at them, ears flattened to her skull in a faux sign of disapproval. It was clear she was kidding, but she was playing it so straight it was hard to tell.

Even Wrasir seemed a little taken aback by her sudden shift in tone and behaviour.

Ithilwen glanced at Poojawa and Poojawa glanced back with a look of devious intent. For a moment, it looked like the two ladies were going to fight to see who would come out on top, until they both looked over at Kentanni and grinned, slowly pulling away from the toy to leave it in a gooey, slimy mess on the operating table between them.

It didn't take long for Kentanni to realize what they had in mind. She flushed her cheek plumage before gulping and fluttering her wings, toe talons digging into the rests of the stirrups. "Really? You want me to..." She trailed off, her wing tip gently aiming towards the point where Ithilwen and Pooj met, their pair lips still kissing on either side of the double-ended toy.

Rather than respond, Ithilwen grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her down from her perch, placing the tiny hippogryph on her mound so that the two were looking at each other, belly to belly. She grinned, Kentanni chirped back, then flushed while raising her tail in anticipation of what might come.

Somewhat concerned by Ithilwen's sudden action and eternally protective of his sister, Wrasir leapt from the shelf to land right on Poojawa's belly, talons curled beyond her fur for grip. He didn't say anything either, but just glared at Ithilwen to tell her to be gentler. He was angry, until he saw the look Kentanni gave him over her shoulder. She was smiling with a gaped beak, tail up and loins exposed.

"While you're there." She hinted, swaying her hips back and forth. She was laying atop Ithilwen's belly, straddling the toy shared between Ithilwen and Poojawa with er own pussy lips soaking wet and dripping for anyone that wanted to have a go at her. This was her scene, her moment.

Before Wrasir could make a move - he was still a little hesitant when around others, as hatchmate relations were still pretty taboo - Poojawa slid her arms past him and pulled the toy out of both herself and Ithilwen, purposely smearing the juices on it between Kentanni's thighs.

Kentanni's pussy and clit winked, leaking slimy and creamy fluid of hers down the shaft. This prepared her well for when Pooj pressed the tip that was in Ithilwen between the hippogryph's lips, failing to slide it into her despite the guidance from her shapely rump cheeks.

"Here, let me help." Wrasir offered as he wrapped his hands around the toy's shaft, helping to guide it into his sister. At the same time, his nethers swelled and his cock unfolded from its sheath, growing enough to nearly touch his knees before turning firm and erect. As he helped Poojawa ease the toy into his sister, he took this opportunity to slip his own member into Ithilwen, happily parting her lips and burying himself to the hilt while also grabbing Kentanni by the hips, using her haunches to keep himself balanced.

Ithilwen found herself quite impressed at Wrasir's endowment. While he was only half her height - maybe less - his cock was as thick and as long as anyone of equal stature's would have been. She wanted more, of course, but he was pleasantly thick and plenty satisfying. She mostly just laid back and let the two hippogryphs do their thing.

However, Poojawa had opted to take a more direct route. As the sabre-sune pumped the toy in and out of both herself and Kentanni - sharing it like she had with Ithilwen - she shifted her weight to put a bit more distance between herself and her wolf partner. As she glanced down over her chest and belly, she saw just how well Kentanni was taking the toy, shocked that a hippogryph so small could handle a dildo as thick - nay, thicker - than her leg! She was impressed, but it was really only the start.

All at once, Poojawa used her hand on Kentanni's back between her wings, gently easing her down so that the hippogryph's beak was pressed tight against Ithilwen's clit, threatening to disappear between her lips.

This position meant that Wrasir had no choice but to slip out of Ithilwen, as there was too much of his sister between them now. So, instead of forcing himself back into Ithilwen, he pulled the toy out of his sister and mounted her, bucking as hard as he could. Enough to force Kentanni's face to burst past Ithilwen's lips and into her loosened-up depths.

Watching them was hot to Wrasir, so he barely even noticed that Poojawa had repositioned the toy to under his tail, preparing to share it with him as she had with Ithilwen and Kentanni. This created a sort of chain between the four of them. Ithilwen laid on her back, with Kentanni's head in her pussy while Wrasir mounted Kentanni from behind and was sharing a double dildo with Poojawa. All in all, the two small hippogryphs were sandwiched between the lips of the two larger ladies.

Of course, only one thing could happen after this. Poojawa grabbed Ithilwen by the toes and held on tight as she tensed her belly and upper thigh muscles, pulling herself in close to her partner. Doing so pushed the toy that she shared with Wrasir into the hippogryph's booty, which in turn foreced Kentanni further into Ithilwen.

Itholwen had to reach down and wrap her hands around Kentanni's body to pun her wings to her back as she pushed back, pussy lips easily dilating and sliding over the hippogryph's feathers with relative ease. Her natral lubricants soaked into Kentanni's many fibrous lashes, her flesh softly stretching to accommodate the hen's thick body. While Kentanni may not have been huge compared to the others, she was still thicker at her shoulders than Ithilwen was around her thigh, giving the wolf a lovely bulge as her head slid deeper and past the pelvic bone.

At the same time, Poojawa pulled the toy out of herself and Wrasir, tossing it to the side and fingering the hippogryph's equine booty with her thumbs - both of them - as she pulled him in close so her clit was grinding against his opening. This tugged him out of Kentanni, which made him a little sad as he loved the warmth and coziness his sister offered her. Poojawa then wrapped both of her hands around his upper torso in the same way Ithilwen had grabbed Kentanni, squeezing him tight and pulling him back so that he was resting on her many tails with his head aimed at her gaping, hungry, pussy.

Both of the ladies had complete control over the hippogryphs, who were now in various states of submission given the circumstances. Ithilwen grabbed Kentanni by the haunches and slid her index fingers into Kentanni's rump and her middle fingers and ring fingers into the hippogryph's pussy, using that hooked grip to not only pleasure Kentanni but also pump the hen in and out of her with ease. She was using this tiny hippogryph as a dildo, her form sliding from shoulders to hips into Ithilwen's pussy.

At the same time, Poojawa had reached down between her legs to get a similar grip on Wrasir, middle and ring fingers in his ass as he laid on his back, forced into her pussy repeatedly. He was even more shocked than Kentanni that his beak parted the larger lady's lips with such simplicity; so much, in fact, that there was barely any resistance even as his shoulders popped into her and past her hungry lips.

Both siblings were being used as dildos, their entire upper bodies pumping in and out of their preds and their heads forming visible bulges in their lower bellies. There was a certain symmetry and rhythm as both Ithilwen and Poojawa struggled to see who would finish first. Who of the two of them would swallow up their prey and have that orgasmic, body-rocking pleasure they both sought.

In an effort to think outside the box, Poojawa hoisted herself up into a sitting position, her cunt swallowing all of Wrasir to the hips with his legs still splayed out beneath her. She didn't need to hook her fingers inside him any longer, she had the leverage to bounce and grind on him.

What she wasn't counting on was that his hands were still sticking out of her, so he grabbed his cock and hoisted it up so it was aiming into her alongside the rest of him. Only, instead of being squished between her walls and his body, his semi-flared cock tip popped into her urethra, easily penetrating her all the way to the bladder with one, quick motion. He was so overwhelmed with pleasure given the situation that he tensed up and his cock flared out almost instantly, filling her bladder with potent hippogryph seed.

This triggered something in Poojawa as well, as the sudden additional filling of her urethra mixed with the girth of Wrasir's body grinding against her walls was enough to make her clench up and undulate her belly inward. She grabbed him by the rump cheeks and forced him inside her with one gooey squelch, squeezing her orgasmically pulsating walls inward in waves, literally swallowing him until none of him remained outside of her. This left her loins gaping and belching as air slurped in and escaped with each shivering shudder of delight.

Inside, he curled up inside her womb until he was ready to be rebirthed, his beak and upper body near her throbbing, gaping cervix. He kneaded against her opening from within, dilating it more so he could leave when he wanted, every motion pleasuring her more. Pleasuring her enough to keep her walls contracting and stopping him from slipping out of her as she rubbed her meaty clit.

At the same time, Ithilwen was having a simpler time, happily grinding against Kentanni while rubbing the hippogryph's holes every step of the way. Given that Kentanni was far more amiable when it came to being prey - Wrasir was still a little hesitant - the sister of the duo was far more eager to offer herself and thus did everything she could to ease her way in deeper. Where Wrasir had to be pushed and pulled and sat upon with extra leverage levied against him to swallow him, Kentanni did the opposite and actually did all she could to resist the clenching of Ithilwen's walls in order to crawl up into her womb on her own!

She dug her talons into the fabric of the operating table and pushed with all her might, forcing her arms up past her chest to extend ahead of her in the process. She not only used her feet for leverage but also reached out in an attempt to penetrate past Ithilwen's cervix, using that thick ring of muscle to pull herself in more. She struggled, she squirmed, and she kneaded the wolf's insides with all her might, purposely arching her back and extending her wing to hit Ithilwen's G-spot as she slid past for the last time. She had enough strength in her wing muscles to dilate and gape Ithilwen out for a second, sucking air in and then letting it all out as she lurched forward.

The sudden amount of extra room mixed with the strength she was putting into pushing off from the operating table and the fact that her arms were extended ahead of her allowed Kentanni to practically dive into Ithilwen's womb with little effort. She felt her pred's cervix pass over her, massaging her to head to rump only once as she curled up and sucked the rest of her body in with her. Like Wrasir - and at almost the exact same time - Kentanni rolled up inside her pred's womb, eventually resting with her beak pressed out against the inside of the cervix as the connected pussy collapsed upon itself and sealed shut.

And, just like Wrasir, she kneaded on Ithilwen's passage from within, caressing the walls with her hands as thoroughly as possible. And just like Poojawa, Ithilwen's orgasmic delight kept her depths clenched shut, ensuring that there was no chance Kentanni would be able to escape her depths, leaving the hippogryph trapped in her womb.

All that Kentanni and Wrasir were able to force beyond their respective cervixes was a single hand, which they extended until their fingers felt the cool air of the lab.

Ithilwen saw this and thought it was cute, so she slid closer to Poojawa so both of their pairs of lips formed a seal, allowing Kentanni and Wrasir to hold hands and tug as they relaxed, shuddering in delight as their prey squirmed inside them.

While still struggling to maintain some semblance of normality, Ithilwen was able to glance over at her friend, still scissoring with pussies pressed together and prey holding hands inside them. "Have I got a lot to teach you about Klyneth." She offered with a sly grin. "You're gonna love it here."