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Foxifly was sunbathing on the roof of the Vore House manor, eyes closed and relaxed when she felt a shadow pass over her, jolting her from her mid-afternoon nap. She blinked her eyes and buzzed to herself, trying to figure out what was going on. Flyers were by no means uncommon near Klyneth, but of all the skies to soar the chances of someone flying directly over top of her was pretty low. Knowing this, she rolled to a sitting position and shielded her compound eyes from the sun as she scoured the skies, trying to find out who it was that had cast the shadow of their wings on her, making her grumpy.

Of course, staring up into the sky in the middle of the day ensured that whatever she saw would be little more than a silhouette and thus she was not going to be able to identify the one responsible for her moff-wrath. She could tell that the shape was that of a thick, fluffy gryphon, though.

And that's when her ears perked up and her wings started to flutter. She knew a few gryphons and one of them was largely responsible for the success she now enjoyed as the COO of the Vore House of Klyneth. She got excited, hoping it was in fact Ceylon who woke her from her gentle nap. Anyone else would have invoked her wrath.

That wasn't true, actually. She felt grumpy and liked to think of herself as a vengeful moth collective, but she was no more than a sweetheart. All cuddles and buzzes and nuzzles from her. She could get grumpy, but nobody would ever know it, not unless they really irked her. That took a lot. She had learned in time to have immeasurable patience. Mostly just because she knew she had the power to destroy all who dared cross her! In theory, of course. She was too kind to actually enact such wrath.

The gryphon silhouette did a few twists and turns, spun in midair in an acrobatic display, then dove beakfirst to the ground, aiming directly at the roof of the nearby turret of the Vore House above Foxifly and to the side. There, they landed and came to a skidding stop only to hop off and land on the roof next to Foxifly. It was, in fact, Ceylon. The horse-sized gryphon was thickly built and comprised mostly of white feathers and fur with black stripes and spots on their hind end and front end, respectively. Their beak, forearms, wingtips, and flesh were black, and they had golden brown highlights on each and every one of the black spots on their avian plumage.

The gryphon's presence lifted Foxifly's spirits, so she jumped to her feet and used her wings to hover over to them, buzzing happily all the while. "Cey! How are ya?" Foxifly did not yet know if Ceylon was male or female, today. The avian was known to switch back and forth between the two at will, portraying masculinity or femininity as they saw fit. However, sometimes Ceylon was known to not let anyone know by straddling the androgyny line, never identifying as either.

Ceylon shook off their feathers and folded their wings, aligning their self as the did so. "Doing quite well! I heard the good news and wanted to congratulate you! I also wanted to get a bit of a progress report on The Wilds." They leaned in and wrapped their neck around Foxifly in a hug and the two embraced. Ceylon purred while Foxifly buzzed happily. "Got time to give me a tour?"

"Yeah, yeah! Of course!" The two leapt off the roof of The Manor together to land in the courtyard, using their wings to hover and glide their way down to the draw bridge that served as the entrance to The Wilds - a massive project that Foxifly and the rest of the Vore House employees had been working on for the past year and a half in an attempt to expand the business. Ceylon was the one who helped fund the project alongside Foxifly, supplying the coin needed to relaunch the establishment to Leera and Yetzer after a disastrous first attempt at making the business work.

The Vore House was the idea of Leera - Ceylon's naga mate - as a means to satisfy the hunger of folks interested in Vore, worldwide. It started out simply as a vore-themed brothel, where folks could come to The Manor to enjoy their favourite predators and prey in a safe environment. All clients needed to make an appointment with a predator or prey of their choosing, and indulge in a fantasy of their creation or allow the predator or prey to make it up as they went. This was fine, there was nothing wrong with that business model, but it required a lot more money and the limited bottleneck that was The Manor ensured that costs would never be recouped.

After only a few years, they had to close down. Leera and Yetzer kept the property - since it was originally owned by Yetzer and inherited by he and Leera once the business started up - but the vore stuff was done on a case-by-case basis and rarely done for money. The Manor was just where they lived, not a business. The others who had originally come to help and who got hired by The Vore House as predators and prey even drifted apart until eventually only Leera, Yetzer, and Theodit remained.

Years later, after some time out of the public eye, Foxifly discovered the place and decided she needed to get involved. Her hive mind and the rest of her collective ensured she had all the resources needed to make her dream a reality with little to no setbacks or caveats. It wasn't until after she heard of The Vore House but before she made her proposition that she met Ceylon on a whim, and the two became quick friends, eventually partnering by combining their resources to invest in The Vore House.

Since Ceylon was mated to Leera - one of the co-owners of The Vore House - it only took the faintest bit of convincing to have the three work together to bring The Vore House back to its former glory and beyond. However, they would need to do more than just host a brothel. No, they needed to do so much more than that. And that's when the concept of The Wilds came into play.

Within days of agreeing to collaborate, all four of the key figures in this endeavour got together and brainstormed a bunch of ideas that would revitalize The Vore House, eventually settling on the themed safari park that was The Wilds, blending the adventure of a safari with the events and rides of a theme park. The 'rides' being the predators and prey that roamed the grounds or the events that were put on by the staff and were open to anyone who chose to join up.

Seeing as how the Manor itself was on a massive estate that was a whopping 5km by 10km in size - and none of it was being used except the main building and the parking lot - they had a lot of room to work with. From there, they used their not-insignificant abilities to terraform the property over the course of a few years, altering and containing the environments to emulate everything from the cold of a tundra to the heat of a savanna; everything from the humidity of jungles and beaches to the dryness of a desert. They then scrapped the desert idea because almost nobody wanted that. Plus, at the time, they couldn't think of any kinky, sexy vore scenarios that people would want to enjoy in the desert.

As a result, they ended up making a series of different self-contained biomes divided by natural means such as rivers and cliffs and waterfalls. There was a lot of magic and technology involved in altering the terrain and containing the biomes within themselves, but once it was all set up and ready, they were ready to build! Each of the biomes had their own thematic buildings for more fun.

Ceylon had helped with the terraforming - they had the means to do so, as well as a lot of friends with similar capabilities - but had to go back to their job in Caiden. So when it came time to build the many establishments in The Wilds Ceylon was unable to help out and thus was not privy to any of the decisions made between Foxifly and Leera. Yetzer had chosen to retire as a high-ranking founder, preferring instead to work as a predator in The Wilds rather than work as an operations officer. He didn't want any of the responsibility in case the place went bankrupt a second time.

This was what the gryphon wanted to see. They wanted to see what The Wilds had to offer on top of the biomes that Ceylon had helped to create and maintain with gemstones and crystals that supplied the magic that did so. It was quite an energy-intense operation.

"I'm so very excited to see what you have to show me!" Ceylon chirped, jauntily hopping down the path as the pair of them crossed the drawbridge. "Leera told me all about the great things you were doing here but I specifically asked for her not to share any pictures with me; I wanted to see it myself."

Foxifly nodded. "It's a shame she couldn't be here to show you. Does she often go into hibernation like this? I mean, we're opening the gates to The Wilds in a few weeks, will she be back?"

Ceylon nodded. "Yeah, once a year for about a month. She works hard the other nine months, so I give her all the breadth she needs." They sniffed the air and grinned sidelong at Foxifly. "And I think it musta been you that she used her tail on. I would recognize your scent from across the grounds."

She blushed and nestled into her neck fluff. She had been with Leera before the naga had left to go on her one-month hiatus, something she knew wasn't an issue but still made her bashful. Leera and Ceylon had an open relationship and Foxifly couldn't even fathom monogamy given her hive mind and the other bodies her consciousness inhabited, but it was still strange to be 'caught' in a situation like that. Still, Ceylon was casual about it and alleviated her concerns. They had a healthy rapport about it.

"Oh, cut that out, Foxi. You know I'm not the jealous type. We're one in the same in that way." They outstretched their wing and used it to pull Foxifly into a side-hug. "Don't worry about it. She'll be back before the grand reopening, and I'm sure she'll want to see how much of herself she can wiggle into you. You should feel honoured, you know. She doesn't go into others very often. She's very much so a predator through and through; the concept of any part of her being inside anyone else actually makes her very uncomfortable unless she trusts the person. You're one of a handful of people she does that with, so you should feel honoured." They were being repetitive to get the point across.

Foxifly just blushed deeper and buzzed to herself as her antennae twitched in delight. "I'm glad to hear it." She then activated her gossamer wings to hover a meter off the ground, that way she was just above eye level to Ceylon. Her intention was to guide the tour even though she was suddenly in a bashful mood. "And as you can see, the first biome is the highland. The shield. The grassland." She extended both her right arms out to guide her guest's vision.

Ceylon just scoffed and slipped under her so that the fox-moth was on their back, straddling the gryphon's neck and shoulders with her legs while Foxifly's fluffy bug-fox tail was resting between Ceylon's wing-shoulders. "You can turn off your professional voice. We've known each other long enough that you can just speak to me casually. Plus, I remember. I was here when we terraformed the place. The idea was to ensure the first area people encountered was simple and effective while also being at a higher altitude so they got a picturesque look at the rest of the areas. And look, it worked!" They pointed forward with one talon to show that, indeed, both of them could perfectly see every other biome aside from the two furthest from them - the two regions hidden by the mountains.

The view really was beautiful. While the first and westernmost of the biomes was just one huge open field marked by interwoven pathways, rocks, tiny cliffs, and flowers, it served as a great way to not obstruct the view of the rest of The Wilds. The further away from the manor they went, the lower in altitude the hilly grassland descended. This created a bowl of sorts between the highlands of the field and manor to the west, the northern mountain blanketed in temperate forest, and the southern mountain with cascading waterfalls into a tropical basin. Between those two mountains was the valley savannah, with some wetlands in between the foothills of the highlands and said savannah.

Past the mountains and valley was a rather large lake surrounded on the side closest to the Manor with beaches, dunes, and sparse vegetation that blended from the savannah to a dessert to the shores, fluidly transitioning from one to the other. In the middle of the lake was a series of islands and a handful of pirate ships, each docked between one of two stilt villages to really give that Ijimulian feel. On the opposite side of the lake - the shores farthest from the Manor and the highlands that the two were situated in at the time - were the hardest of the biomes to maintain: the fungal forest and the crystal woods, both biomes that heavily relied on ademane for sustenance.

That might have been The House's biggest mistake, putting the two biomes that required the most maintenance the furthest away from home base. The crystal woods were like the normal forests that surrounded the northern mountain, only instead of bark and shrubbery, the underbrush of the forest was accented by growing ademane crystals and magically infused mosses that blanketed all the rocks and roots and soil. Then, opposite the crystal wood, the fungal forest was almost entirely composed of mushrooms; big mushrooms in place of trees, small mushroom bunches and unique formations replacing the bushes and vines. Every mushroom glowed a faint teal, the colour of ademane.

Fungal forests and crystal woods were both remarkably challenging to maintain, as both required a steady source of magic. The ademane that gave them life was expensive, hard to harvest, and in constant need of magical charge. Luckily, Leera and Yetzer seemed to have a never-ending supply of the stuff, which was good because it was also needed for the potions that made the Vore safe.

The entire property was set up into four quadrants. The western quadrant was the highlands, fields, marshes, and the Manor itself. The northern quadrant had the mountains and cliffs with the temperate forest and tundra on the mountain plateau. The southern quadrant housed the tropical forests, the waterfalls, the temples, and the villages. The eastern quadrant had the lake, beaches, fungal forest, and crystal woods. All four quadrants were tied together by the savannah in the valley between the northern and southern mountains, as well as the highlands to the east. All of the water eventually flowed towards the lake, which meant it was constantly being cycled through by a magically-hastened series of tunnels and channels, ensuring the lake, waterfalls, rivers, and swampland never dried up.

All in all, the entirety of the Vore House Wilds was one well-maintained, clearly well-thought-out feat of landscaping, engineering, magical prowess, and genius design. Of course, Ceylon knew most of that was, at best, great marketing and nothing more. They knew that the operational costs were higher than the money they pulled in. That's why Ceylon had no problems using their own resources to help out with the ongoing endeavour. Prior to the opening of The Wilds, this place was an absolute money sink - the potions and accompanying enchantments alone were indulgently expensive - but if enough people came to The Wilds it might not hemorrhage money as much.

In fact, they both knew that if The Wilds were successful enough, they might actually make a profit! That was why Ceylon was so keen on finding out more and doing what they could. This place was an investment, a long term investment. The goal was to make the place efficient without sacrificing any of the fun or unique experience. Vore was not something that could be readily enjoyed outside of fantasy; Leera and Yetzer were the first ones to make it commercially viable on a recreational level.

Ceylon was about as well-educated on the matters of the Vore House operations as anyone could be outside of the two that ran the day-to-day jobs. Leera and Foxifly were equals in that manner, with Ceylon one step below and Yetzer just one step below that due almost entirely to the fact that he was so closely intertwined with the rest of the company prior to the opening of The Wilds.

That was why Foxifly was so professional when dealing with Ceylon. The gryphon may have been closely related to the establishment, but Foxifly was still at the top of the matter and was used to putting on her professional mask when dealing with anyone other than Leera.

"So where do you wanna check out first? We've done a lot with the place since your last visit. With the help of Rokanoss and Vvilfred and a bunch of others, we've managed to do a lot of work and erect all manner of buildings on the grounds, each one thematically appropriate. We lost a lot of workers during construction. Repeatedly." Foxifly explained, still straddling Ceylon's neck as the gryphon walked the pair of them through the plains and highlands towards the basin and wetlands.

Ceylon stopped. "Excuse me? Lost workers? How so?"

"Oh you know, everyone here's always so hungry. The bigger predators helping us out couldn't help but gobble up the little g-"

"I thought this was a strictly safe-vore establishment. You know, endo only. None of..." They paused to make wild hand and wingtip gestures at Foxifly. "All that."

She laughed. "Oh, nothing like that. I just mean, we lost a lot of hours to Rokanoss eating Vel and Var and even Vvilfred. That was a hell of a day. It was all safe, they all had the potions in their system. It's just so hard to keep them from engaging in extracurricular activities given the nature of this place. Lots of sexins, lots of noms. Did you put an enchantment on this place to make everyone hungrier and hornier? Even I'm weirdly in the mood more often than I used to be before coming here."

"Naw, I wouldn't trick anyone. That is a good idea, though." Ceylon rubbed their lower beak, pondering it. "I would consider it with permission. But naw, I'm pretty sure your 'clothing optional, none preferred' mentality ensures that, once people cross that moat to enter The Wilds, all bets are off. It's what we want, isn't it? Mature folks only, no adolescents, and anything can happen. We've got our magically-enforced safe word, so anything else is an open invitation. Isn't that how it's supposed to work?" They were mostly thinking aloud, not really expecting an answer.

Foxifly kept on Ceylon's neck, riding the gryphon like a noble steed. "You could say that! Anyway, I really want to show you what we have brewing here, and what we've done with the place. Each and every one of the biomes and regions have their own custom buildings. That way we are able to give people access to fantasies whether they be artificial or natural. If you go to the Highlands, for example, you could be eaten up by a passing dragon from the skies or met by a herd of equines. One way or another, the circle of life thrives here. But off to the south, where the highlands meet the edge of the tropical basin...here, let me show you."

She guided Ceylon from one place to the next, starting with the makeshift city that nestled up under the cliffs, half on the edge of the jungle and half on the edge of the highlands. Atop that cliff was the single most boring locale in all of the Vore House estate: The parking lot. Sure, some people flew, others walked, and some came on shuttle buses, but most people drove themselves north of Klyneth themselves, and they needed a place to park. Unfortunately, the parking lot was walled off, so one couldn't go over the cliffs to enter The Wilds without permission or authorization. In fact, there were magically-erected force fields atop those walls to be doubly sure that nobody got on the premises.

It was of paramount importance that nobody enter The Wilds without first having some potion and waiting an hour. Safety was top priority at The Vore House, and everyone who worked there had to go through a rigorous training session to make sure they could treat things if they came up. It was also important to test and make sure anyone on the grounds of The Wilds had the vore potion active and affecting their bodies. Nobody would be harmed here, that was one of the most important things; the last thing anyone needed was a place of peace and vulnerability ruined by tragedy. The Vore House was a safe place in every manner of the word. No judgement, no danger. Period.

Foxifly had a grin on her lips the entire time she was showing that small town. The architecture was specifically designed to be quaint and simple, yet still eloquent and modern. The entire town was like any normal city but distilled to its base elements with a clearly defined downtown area along either side of the river that divided the highlands and the tropical basin. Further away from the central hub, which had a stadium, tall office buildings, and various other downtown features, were the suburbs. Even further out were the farmlands, with actual crops and livestock. The entire 'city' was only the size of a handful of blocks, so it was by no means an actual metropolis while still emulating the look and feel of it. There was even a hospital and university in the city!

The point of it all was to look and actually act like a city, but doing so in a way that people could come and go as they pleased. It was also the central hub of The Wilds, where people could get information about what events were planned, get educated on how the vore worked, what kinds of things they could see in The Wilds, buy maps and trinkets, sign up for actual safari tours around the grounds, and even get food that had been cooked and enchanted to be enjoyed even while in The Wilds with the vore potion in their belly.

Basically, the town functioned both as an actual business hub and as an information center. Foxifly was very proud of what they had erected there. Plus, as an additional bonus, the surrounding areas were perfect for impromptu scenes to take place or for events to be held. The hospital, stadium, and various other buildings were all the sort of thing that some people fantasized about enjoying vore in or observing. That was the second most important part of the Vore House: catering to the needs of as many people as possible.

That was precisely why Foxifly and the others had spent so much time erecting so many different areas and settings among the grounds of The Wilds. They wanted to encapsulate as many fantasies as possible.

Ceylon was quite impressed and was outright shocked at how many potential fantasies the team at The Vore House had concocted that the gryphon had not yet considered. Sure, Ceylon had brought up the basic and outlandish stuff like temple sacrifices and dragon caves, but Foxifly and the others had gone above and beyond to really impress the bird.

In fact, they had considered all manner of potential situations when installing the various towns and settlements across The Wilds. While the modern contemporary city was the central hub, as it was close to the Manor itself and near the parking lot area, each of the smaller settlements had similar offerings. One could get proper food - often thematic and regional - at each of the villages, there were information centers somewhere in each settlement, and one could get maps or buy souvenirs anywhere. Each one of the seven settlements was equipped with communication technology, at least one souvenir shop, at least one information hub, and at least three food stands.

The Vore House was all about nomming.

Impressed with the city settlement, Ceylon agreed that it was time to head off to the next destination on the list. The city, which yet to have a proper name or title, was a good place to start and was the first spot on any safari tour, recommended highly for any first time visitors.

Next came the wetlands. This region was a bit smaller and more rudimentary than the others, but it was still essential for the all-inclusive nature of The Wilds. It was a swampland nestled in the middle delta of the X-shaped river that separated the jungle, savanna, highlands, and forest. In the very middle, there was a village of huts all erected on stilts and connected by raised wooden pathways. Very basic, but there were swamp monsters beneath the surface and plenty of opportunities to act out all manner of roleplay, especially with all the enchantment-based themes found in the swampland.

They didn't stay long at that location and travelled north to the wooded region. This might have been Foxifly's favourite area since it was a deciduous, coniferous mix and the settlement there was based on cabin country and a ski resort. The village was just one street adjacent to a series of ski slopes as well as a bunch of nebulous offshoots of dozens of cozy, self-contained cottages for that northern vacation feel. This was all in the foothills of the mountain that played host to the plateau where the snowy plains could be enjoyed. The further up the mountain one went, the colder it became and the more desolate it grew.

Like the other settlements, there wasn't much to be said about the actual content of the ski resort since it hadn't yet been named. There was a service that connected each of the seven settlements, though. One could hop on shuttles at any of the settlements to get a quick ride to any of the other stops on the list. The city, ski resort, swampland village, tropical village, plains village, beach village, and cave entrance all had shuttles for non-flyers to get from one to the other with ease.

Considering The Wilds were ten kilometres from the Manor to the opposite end, it would take ten minutes in a quickly driving vehicle to travel that distance. Walking was nearly out of the question, which was why there was paved roads connecting each of the quadrants and people could request to get off or get on at any point on those routes.

One thing Ceylon was quite impressed with was that the ski resort and cottage country regions of the northern quadrant silently led into the cave system hidden in the mountains that came out the other side near the Crystal Wood, giving that side of it a crystal-cave vibe. So many things were mixed and intermingled to give the most variety possible.

After that, however, they took a flight south to the tropical quadrant, where they investigated the temples, the tribal village, and the hot springs that lined the walls of the volcano under the southern peak. The temples themselves weren't just glorious structures paying homage to the gods of old, but also housed spots for gladiatorial battles, all manner of religious ceremonies, and of course the usual trifecta of food, information, and souvenirs. The volcanic mountain wasn't actually a volcano - that was just how they made it look when terraforming the area - but it was hot enough to supply dozens - maybe hundreds - of hot springs and steamy waterfalls that cascaded down either side of the mountain.

The tropical basin on the western half of the mountain blended into the wetlands region, making it thick with fog at all times and mysterious to anyone new. The eastern half of the region bled into the beaches of the lake region and the tail end of the fungal forest. All in all, it was a very complicated layout with a lot of overlapping regions and thematically linked attractions. All of which had events tied to them and workers meant to make the best of it.

That was where Yetzer went. After retiring from being one of the operations managers, he sold his stock in the company and agreed to work a position in The Wilds as the very serpent god that was worshipped in the tropical jungle region of The Wilds. Almost daily, he'd have the 'tribe' sacrifice some patrons to him, whom he'd pass through his body and expel in the hot springs up the mountain.

That was just one of many potential events that The Vore House had planned to take place in The Wilds. There were also going to be staged pirate ship battles, sports events, a 'pandemic' wherein everyone in The Wilds got a sickness (fake sick brought on by the custom potions given out that day) that made them get green fuzzy patches all over the place and the only way to be 'cured' was to be unbirthed or eaten by one of the predators on site.

Some of the events would be games. Like, to see who could go the longest without being eaten. A game of preds and prey where the last prey standing won 1,000 gold coins. Actual, physical gold coins. There could also be capture-the-flag styled safari-sized games where one would have to get a single token or relic from one half of the world to the other without being eaten.

There were plenty of ideas to ensure there was always something to do in The Wilds. All of it excited Foxifly and impressed Ceylon. So much so that they pretty much just skimmed over the savannah and plains tribe and monuments that were there in the dead center of The Wilds. Much like the other regions, there was a settlement here surrounded by a tall rock formation that was big enough to be seen from virtually any region in The Wilds. It was specifically put there to act as a beacon and ensure people knew what way to go in order to find themselves while on safari.

To the east lay the lake region, which was an almost perfect circle with cliffs on the northwest end and beaches along the rest of the outer rim. There were a series of pirate-themed islands in the middle with buried treasure and ports and docks for the colonial-styled ships, while all along the shore there was a tropical resort getaway settlement with tiki huts on stilts and connected by bamboo paths.

It was here that things started to get interesting, because from there Ceylon looked south to see something that was never in the original plans. They paused while standing at the end of a pier meant to play host for one of the pirate ships, their eyes narrowed as they looked in the distance to stare at a tall, peculiarly-glowing castle nestled in between the fungal forest and the eastern foothills of the volcano.

"What's that?" They asked, pointing towards the castle.

"Oh? That's a new addition we thought up at the last minute. That's the sinister lab! There's going to be a whole lot of potion-based shenanigans there. It was something we erected in our planned partnership with the Potions Guild." Foxifly explained, visibly hesitant given the Vore House's original history with the global Potion's Guild. "What do you think?"

Ceylon fluttered their wings a bit. "We're partnered with them? You are? You know I run NoThEn Labs. Why can't it be branded as NoThEn Labs instead of The Potions Guild?"

"I suppose we could. I would have to talk to Leera; as of right now it's just an idea. Either way, we knew we had to put a laboratory in there somewhere."

"Wasn't that supposed to be in the medieval village? Speaking of which, I didn't see the hamlet over where the highlands met the forest. Wasn't that, like, the first thing you built?" Ceylon probed.

Foxifly slapped her forehead with two of her four palms. "Right, yeah. It's there, but it's surrounded by thick forest and hard to see from afar so I forgot to take you there on the tour. I can still take you there and show you around if you'd like!"

"I'd like that." Ceylon confirmed. "But first I really wanna check out this lab to make sure it's something I'm willing to put my company's name on. I mean, I'm funding half this endeavour, so I guess there's really no reason not to-"

"There kind of is a reason." Foxifly interjected.

"And what might that be?"

Foxifly hopped off Ceylon and fidgeted a bit with her four hands. "Honestly? It was my own personal addition to the establishment. You remember Count Foxley of Lye, right?"

Ceylon nodded. "I do. I remember him well. Why? What's he got to do with-" they stopped mid-sentence as they put the pieces together. "Oh, I think I get it. Foxley of Lye is linked to you since he was once part of your collective long ago, and...yeah. Yeah that makes sense. Good call. I like that, but best to not tell people what's really going on. I'll keep my beak out of things and that can be your personal homage to the past. We'll keep that between us."

"I appreciate it. Still, it's a lot of fun to really play around with this sort of stuff. Plus, his lab is right on the border between the tropical jungle region and the fungal forest, meaning it's perfect for collecting various plant and crystal-based matter for his experiments. It seemed thematically appropriate and I'd love if we could add it into the overall feel of the place. Considering many of my drones are already little worker bees, I think it makes sense to have one of the attractions be mine."

Ceylon purred and reached out with their wing tip to gently tickle Foxifly's chest fluff. "I get it. I really do. And given the way this is going I think you'd be permitted to custom-build half of this place since so much of it was your idea. Honestly, you get whatever you want. Just, in the future, please run it by me first? I want to be sure we're keeping things thematic and appropriate."

"That's fair." Foxifly agreed. She then activated her wings and hovered back onto Ceylon's shoulders, where she pointed southbound down the beach. "Let's go check out the underground village! It's right between the Crystal Wood and the Fungal Forest. We could fly there or we could walk along the beach to get there. Obviously, one way is faster."

"I'm happy to walk. I'm enjoying your company." Ceylon explained with a soft, beaky smile. "Come on, let's check this all out. If you're this excited, I'm sure it's great."

And from that, the two of them continued on their tour along the beach. With only those final two locales to really explore - the two farthest from the manor and most difficult to manage - Foxifly's nose perked up as she noticed a distinct, almost fruity smell with a hint of acrid musk. She was by no means a sexual being, but she'd worked around others in a very sexually-driven profession long enough that she knew exactly what it was.

"Cey, are you in heat?" She asked as they made it to the edge of the fungal forest and the northern descent of the jungles, immediately realizing that this was exactly the case and that Ceylon was female on this day. This allowed her to finally put that bit together in her mind. The question had rattled about in her antennae ever since the gryphon had arrived and that familiar scent tickled her.

Had Ceylon been anyone else, such a question would have been uncouth. The gryphoness was by no means shy and often had no problems answering any inquiries, even ones that others found too personal. Especially when it came to their sex, gender, and expression. "Oh. Yeah. Super in heat lately. I could probably repress it, but I kinda like making you squirm." She also loved to tease.

"I bet you do. Not sure why, though." She flicked an antenna and hopped off Ceylon, trying to change the topic back to the settlements on the property. They were at a location just beyond the reach of what would allow them to see the castle lab she had erected in the prior months. "We're just about here. I really wanna show you what I've done."

But Ceylon was not going to let that go. She knew that Foxifly had gotten a taste of her aura. "What? That's it? Just gonna shrug it off?" She wing-nudged Foxifly and grinned with a chirp.

"Not sure what there is to say. You know me, you know I'm not as easy to entice as the others." She leaned in and flicked Ceylon's beak. "Bad bird. Trying to get me to do lewds."

"I didn't say anything about you doing lewd stuff, you said that. I also didn't mention my heat, you brought it up. Yeah, I like to tease, but I wasn't going to say anything if you weren't. I think you're in one of your rare moods. Am I off-base here or am I reading into you well enough?" The two of them continued to walk down the trail side by side, waiting for the jungles around them to open up and reveal the castle laboratory hidden in the mists between the two biomes.

Foxifly just rolled her eyes. "Maybe? I can never tell anymore to be honest. When I'm at home with my hive or visiting you, I've got no desire whatsoever. But here? I swear you guys are pumping pheromones into the air to get people thinkin' lewd. If I wasn't so on top of everything that goes on here I'd imagine that's exactly what you're doing, but I know it's not. You're a devious one, but not that-"

"How could you know?" Ceylon interjected, deliberately leaving the question open.

A pause descended upon them, making Foxifly narrow her compound eyes. "I don't know that for sure, but I truse you to not take advantage. You're not telling me I can't trust you, are you?"

"Not at all, but you can't be certain of these things, can you? Have you considered consulting with Valencia to learn a thing or two about telepathy and mind reading? It'd help you out."

"I can't say I'm all that interested, to be honest." Foxifly confessed. "I know it works for you and others, but I'm not so sure I want to have the thoughts of anyone else rattling around in this head of mine. I've already got the rest of the collective buzzing about inside me, I don't need additional distractions." She ran her fingers down either side of one antenna to straighten it out. "Besides, that's what I have you and Leera for. I don't need to delve into that sort of thing. It has its place, but so does sex and that has never really been a driving force in my life. I've never needed it to be happy."

Ceylon deliberately swung her tail around, swishing about the pheromones she was emanating from between her hind legs. "You sure? Even now? Even as a victim of gryphonic chemical warfare?"

"Especially now that I know what you're doing." She flicked Ceylon on the beak again and stepped ahead to guide the pair of them further down the path. "You're the only one I tolerate, you know that? Anyone else would get webbed or bitten. For now, come on. Let's check out the lab. I'm really quite proud of it."she continued to lead the gryphon to their destination without hesitation.

Around the next bend in the pathway, Ceylon and Foxifly emerged into a clearing with a massive castle nestled in between house-sized, glowing mushroom swells and thick-trunked, mossy trees with huge fern-like leaves. As promised, right between the edge of the jungles and the fungal forest was this massive castle, three stories tall with turrets on each of the four corners, old-timey devices of metal and glass sticking out in all directions, and a flickering light emanating from within. The mushroom side was throbbing a similar teal glow, as the ademane from the fungus pumped more and more energy into the moss on that side of the castle's walls.

All in all it looked like the set location for an old monster movie. If Ceylon didn't know any better, there would be a table for reanimating corpses inside!

Excited, Foxifly grabbed Ceylon by the shoulder fluff and dragged the gryphon inside, eager to show every little detail that could be had. The castle itself had one main ballroom in the middle with three layers of balconies circling above the main floor, and each of those balconies had a half-dozen offshoot rooms for various experiments. There was also a torture dungeon - something rather uncharacteristic of Foxifly but still thematically appropriate.

Ceylon was quite impressed with the whole endeavour, but was more pleased with Foxifly's level of enthusiasm and excitement over the whole thing. She had never seen the fox-moth so excited, at least not since first proposing the concept of The Wilds to the Vore House staff. The two were friends but rarely got to share passion outside of work. This may have been an entrepreneurial endeavour, but it felt more like a quest than anything else.

And nothing appeased the adventurous nature of each of them more than having a quest.

Eventually, once the pair of them left the Castle with Ceylon giving a supportive seal of approval, they continued to travel northwest from that point through the fungal forest to eventually end up at the single furthest point from the entrance where it met the crystal wood. There, they saw the semi-underground entrances to the subterranean village. Much like the throbbing glow of the fungus to the south, the moss and vine covered crystals in the north were emanating the magical energy that fuelled the region.

It also meant that they were farther away from anyone else on the premises for that day. Most of the day workers were home for the weekend, The Wilds had yet to open, and all the settlements had been built. The only people roaming The Wilds were Ceylon and Foxifly. They would likely never be as private as they were at this time.

That's why Foxifly stopped in place to let Ceylon take a step ahead. This gave her a glimpse under the gryphon's tail, where she saw Ceylon's plump, moist lips. In truth, she was mostly just curious without much intention of acting on her curiosities, but it was hard to not notice when Ceylon reacted. She saw Foxifly behind her and stopped as well, hoisting her tail and glancing back over her shoulder with a raised brow.

"Something caught your eyes?" Ceylon asked.

Foxifly hesitated for a moment while she contemplated what to do next. She considered acting bashful or demure but opted against it. Instead, she leaned into the fact that she was caught and did her best to play it off as casual. "Just curious. You've got a particularly strong aura today and I was wondering if that meant anything for your backside."

Ceylon shifted her tail to the side. "You wanna take a closer look?"

"Should I be worried about something swallowing me up?" She glanced sidelong at the gryphon's long tail - the end of which housed a maw that could gulp her down like a snake. There was a very good reason Ceylon was so keen on funding the Vore House and all its endeavours.

"That depends on your definition of 'worried', doesn't it?" The gryphoness widened her stance a bit and curled her tail over her lower back, fully exposing herself from rump to groin. "Let's be honest, you've been curious for a while, haven't you?"

Again, Foxifly wanted to act shy or bashful in an attempt to deny Ceylon's assertions, but she knew it was true. She really didn't care much for being prey - at least not most of the time - but with the right partner she was happy to indulge her curiosity. Given Ceylon's propensity to use her psychic abilities or at least be empathetically susceptible to the emotions that Foxifly was giving off, there really was no point in the fox-moth denying anything Ceylon asserted.

Ceylon was the only person Foxifly had given permission to read her mind. She didn't like it, but she trusted the gryphon enough to not stir up a fuss.

"Sure. Yeah, I suppose. You know, if you want some help with your seasonal needs, you just gotta ask." Foxifly offered, hoping to come across like she wasn't as interested as Ceylon. The hybrid fox-moth was not exactly the most sexually active person working at The Vore House. To her, most of what happened there was fun and comfy and cuddly, not sexual. Sure, some of the stuff was inherently intimate, but to her intimacy meant something else entirely.

"Oh don't you try to deflect. I know you want it as much as I do." Ceylon saw right through her.

Clearly, Foxifly wasn't as sly as she'd hoped. "Was that why you wanted to come all the way out here, just to trick me into doing something lewd with you?" She leaned in to shoulder-nudge Ceylon's haunches. "Eh? I see how it is."

"That depends, is it working? If not, we can head back through the northern caves, can't we? Get right back to the manor and call this little update complete and satisfactory."

Foxifly narrowed her gaze. "I'd prefer more than satisfactory. Alright, you win. Don't think this is a regular thing, though." She said with a smirk as she slid her hand up Ceylon's thigh, her thumb ending just below the gryphon's plump, equine-like vulva. This was stunningly casual for her, but that was the best option for her. Even there, Foxifly could practically feel the moisture of arousal tickling her wrist fur. She wasn't touching anything naughty yet, and still she could feel the aura of estrus coating her forearms. Both of them on that side, even the one that was still down by Ceylon's knee.

"Should I stay where I am or get on my back? What do you prefer?" Ceylon shuddered in place, but then glanced back with a sly grin; she knew she was being coy as she teased her friend.

"You might be overthinking it." Foxifly then raised her fingers a bit to lightly caress Ceylon's vulva. Still mostly out of curiosity with little to no desire to pleasure herself in the process. Despite her attempt to mostly remain neutral, she couldn't help but shiver a bit as she felt the gryphon's velvety lips tickle her fingertips. "Actually, that's pretty nice. Are you always like this?"

"Like what?" Ceylon asked, stance wide and tail up. "Wet?"

"No. You're like, really soft. It feels less like skin and more like, I dunno, velvet-lined sponge? But also flesh. It's weird, but it's really nice. And-" She paused to sniff the air. "-And there's a fruity scent. Like pears. Tart, but, you know, also pretty musky."

Ceylon couldn't help but chuckle. "That's called estrus, my dear. Plump flesh comes with heat and the fluids-" She stopped, then flopped onto her back with all fours up. "You can't tell me you don't understand female biology. You're female, aren't ya?"

"Yeah, I understand it. But I'm not like most people. My body isn't quite the same as most, given my insect half. Not much in terms of seasonal shifting or alterations to the body. No need to waste transformational energies getting...as you say, plump. Just a little wet, but that's as much about passing eggs as it is swallowing prey. It just never comes up so I don't really think about it."

"I suppose that makes sense. So I'll answer yes. I always do this when I'm in the mood. I'm also unlike most people, though. Don't let whatever you feel inside me affect what you think of others. I assure you my body's more accommodating than most." With that, she winked her mare-like clit and squeezed out a thick globule of fluids to soak her black-fleshed vulva and thick, plump pucker. All of her from belly to tail base resembled a mare, hence why she was able to 'wink'. Only equines could do that, equines and equine hybrids.

Foxifly stood over Ceylon's tail, wings buzzing behind her to keep her balance. On all sides of them, the gentle teal glow of the crystals illuminated the forest while the evening sun shone through the trees. The look on her face wasn't of arousal or even curiosity but amusement. "You really don't have to give me a biology lesson, I promise."

"Don't have to, no. But it's fun." Ceylon countered. "We're two hybrid chimera folks with very unique biology. I expect you to want to explore mine as much as I wanna explore yours."

"You want to explore mine?" Now Foxifly was curious. "All you had to do was ask."

Ceylon nodded and wrapped her tail around and between Foxifly's legs. "Then I guess I'm askin' but in the meantime I invite you to explore me. I'm certainly in the mood and seeing the Vore House is in good paws, I'm eager to celebrate. You know the safe word."

Safe word. There was a safe word that had been established in The Wilds for safety of all involved. Acknowledging it was an open invitation to go wild, at least within the borders of The Vore House. This emboldened Foxifly, who still wasn't all that into getting off herself but was quite curious to see just what it was about Ceylon's anatomy that was so interesting.

"You really are tenacious, aren't you?" Foxifly joked as she got down on her knees and used all four arms to spread Ceylon's legs, grunting a bit. "And you're gonna make me work for it? For shame."

"Of course! Gotta be sure you're interested and not just doing it because I want it. I can tell from what emotions you're broadcasting that, at the very least, you're curious. I could force it, but I'm not that kind of bird." She winked as she folded up her paws on her chest, looking down over her body to gently encourage Foxifly. Then, to accentuate her offer one last time, she winked both eye and clit.

Foxifly buzzed to herself as she winked back. "You know, you bring out the kinkiest in me. I've always been curious to see what it's like to explore someone else but I don't quite feel right with anyone other than myself. In my few adventures I've always been the predator, the one being explored. I've never properly thanked you for that." She smiled down and got a good look at way lay before her on the ground, nestled in between moss-covered rocks and boulders. Ceylon's vulva was swollen to what had to be three times its normal size, the lips protruding so far out that a slim slit of bright pink flesh was peeling out leading from rump hole to the base of the mottled, multicolored clit. Very aroused.

Ceylon winked that clit again as Foxifly's eyes were fixated on it, deliberately forcing out a spurt of fluids onto her tail as she eagerly awaited what her companion would do to her. The suspense was making her throb in delight as her heart raced in anticipation. Ceylon was feeling oddly awkward as well, as the gryphoness knew how uncharacteristic it was of Foxifly to be engaging in such kinkery. She had been actively trying to have Foxifly become more and more active in the more intimate elements of The Vore House and more specifically The Wilds, but she respected the hybrid's autonomy.

In all honesty, one of the sexiest things Ceylon could imagine was an affectionate predator that actually needed to be wooed into the mood. A predator that would happily gobble up any willing prey, but wouldn't be intimate without the right foreplay. Ceylon wanted that out of Foxifly since all the other predators that worked there were pretty upfront with their intentions and desires, opting to not bother holding back or playing hard to get. They were predators, after all. They were hungry, but Foxifly was not. Foxifly had some weird exothermic systems inside her so she barely needed to eat and she had very little sexual desire when it came to her prey. To her, the act of swallowing or unbirthing was enough intimacy to satisfy her.

So the fact that Ceylon was one of the only ones she was willing to get traditionally intimate with meant a lot to the gryphoness. It was still awkward, but it meant a lot. Perhaps that was precisely why Ceylon was so awkward and hesitant, this was casual to her but still important.

"Jeeze, you really gotta calm down, burd." Foxifly chastised as she gave Ceylon's clit a bit of a rub. She was watching intensely as the gryphon tried to avert eyes and act all bashful while on her back. Fortunately for Foxifly, she was certainly not the shy type, which was great for spending time with Ceylon - the bird that was confident and brash with pretty much everyone but Foxifly. She noticed this and sometimes liked leaning into it, poking fun, or teasing. Only Ceylon, though. Anyone else showing those same bashful traits she'd actively try to comfort and console. She was a very affectionate predator in virtually every way.

Both of them acted weird around each other. Ceylon was typically unabashed, confident, arrogant, and even a bit callous at times to everyone other than Foxifly. Around her, Ceylon was cute, demure, and even a little meek, which was very unlike her. It was like she had a crush, even though she just really liked Foxifly's company. Foxifly, on the other paw, was usually pleasant, polite, affectionate, and caring towards most people but teased Ceylon, keeping the gryphon in line. She usually avoided or at least actively chose to not pursue sexual interactions, but with Ceylon she was casual enough to be physical without much hesitation.

It was a truly odd situation for the pair of them, as it was almost like they were flirting while not being interested in one another in any sort of intimate way.

Still, that didn't stop Foxifly from pushing Ceylon's buttons. She leaned over her gryphon companion with a grin as she slipped her tongue out, waiting for Ceylon to look at her. Once the two locked eyes, Foxifly leaned in harder and forced a fist into each of the gryphon's holes, one in the pussy, one in her rump. The difference in their sizes ensured that she had absolutely no problem slipping into the gryphon with ease, parting her lips and feeling her flesh swallow her to her wrists. Almost instantly, she paused to wiggle her fingers, basking in the coziness that came with having part of her body be consumed. This was unfamiliar to her. She liked it, but she didn't know how to respond.

This actually shocked Ceylon back out of complacency. While the gryphon had mostly been playing bashful so she didn't seem too forward with her co-founder, she wasn't really expecting Foxifly to come back with such fervour and didn't know how to respond. The sensation of having one normal-sized fist slipping between her lips and another disappearing into her rump could really only elicit one response. The moment she felt that familiar lurching of Foxifly's hands passing into her and coming to rest with her wrists just past the openings, Ceylon clenched tight and held her in place as her pussy winked and leaked her arousal down the hybrid's forearms.

"Well this isn't entirely unpleasant." Foxifly commented as she lightly pumped in and out, wiggling her fingers to caress the flesh inside. She even paused for a moment to make it so that she pressed her palms together through the walls of flesh that separated rump and pussy depths. "And by that I mean it's quite nice! I see why so many people love exploring my tail." As she made that comment, her insect thorax - which looked like a fox-tail to many - started throbbing and drooling an odd concoction of webbing and silk.

And just like that, the barrier that separated them - the veil of professionalism that ensured they kept one another at wing-span's length - melted away. Foxifly had breached that barrier by sliding her two fists into Ceylon's depths, and Ceylon was mostly shameless and just needed someone else to make a move on her to unlock her slutty nature.

"You could go deeper, if you want." Ceylon urged as she arched her back and pressed her wing shoulders against the ground to push back against Foxifly. "If you wanna explore, I'm the perfect canvas to do your experimentation. And, you know...other stuff." Her usually eloquent speech began breaking down as Foxifly's dainty, dexterous fingers started tickling her passage. What was even better was that, despite the hybrid not being all that experienced pleasing others, she seemed to know how to hit all the right buttons. She knew how to pleasure herself, and it wasn't hard to apply that knowledge to a fellow lady. In this case, a chimeric mare gryphon.

She leaned down and smiled up at Ceylon as she slowly snaked out her long tongue, using the tip to lick Ceylon's clit while her two left hands continued to pump in and out, each of her sets of fingers still caressing Ceylon's walls. But no, it wasn't just a lick that she offered her gryphon friend; Her tongue was a bit more than just a tongue. It was also a proboscis! A tube! A thick, tendril-like, dexterous straw made of muscle with the strength and precision to rival even her many digits! She relaxed the tip to open up the opening like a maw, then wrapped it around Ceylon's clit and began to suck gently and in sensuous waves.

While this was by no means overwhelming for Ceylon - the gryphon was more about internal stimuli than external - she was taken completely by surprise and couldn't help but buck her hips and accidentally kick Foxifly with one of her hind paws, pushing her companion away with enough force to pop both fists out of and her tongue off of Ceylon's loins! "S-sorry!" She stammered as she tried to roll to all fours and help.

"It's fine." Foxifly said with a bit of a casual snicker. Her antennae buzzed, her tail throbbed, and her two soaked hands rubbed her two dry hands until all four were soaked with gryphon juices. She sucked her tongue dry, and leaned down to try again, actively calming Ceylon in an attempt to get back to the fun. She had more than enough experience calming prey to be able to apply it to Ceylon.

The gryphon couldn't help but smile as she leaned back and relaxed. "You are good at this." Was all she had to say before feeling Foxifly's hands press against her plump vulva and tail hole pucker once again. This silenced her, encouraging the bird to close her eyes and let the sensations of her partner take over her mindset. It wasn't long at all before she was basking in the aura of pleasure that she was so graciously gifted.

But to Foxifly, it was as much about exploration as it was pleasure. Sure, she enjoyed the sensations of having her hands slowly descending one by one into Ceylon and she was happy to be giving her gryphon friend some well-needed internal massage, but she really wanted to experience what she could from a perspective she rarely enjoyed.

First it was just the same pair of fists exploring Ceylon's two entrances, both pussy and rump. One upper normal-sized fist and one lower, smaller fist for their appropriate orifices. She alternated pumping one and another, each movement making an audible squelch and guttural bellow from the gryphon's depths, getting deeper and deeper until she had buried her arms both to the elbow. Ceylon showed no discomfort - Why would she if she was a pred? Of course she wasn't uncomfortable - so Foxifly went a bit further and slipped her other two hands next to the first two, both by pressing her palms and fingers to the forearms of her opposite arms and forcing herself in once again.

Just like the first time, her penetration was met only with the softness of gryphon flesh parting for her and swallowing her up with ease. Both canals were snug and soft and squishy, but neither felt truly loose or tight; they were exactly as constrictive as they needed to be in order to hold Foxifly in place without forcing her out or sucking her in. "You're good at this, too." She complimented as she leaned in as deep as she could go from that angle, all four fists buried to the elbows.

Ceylon squirmed and winked her clit, the muscular contraction nearly threatening to force Foxi out of her hole. "Thanks! Years of practice will give you some great muscle control. Here, if you wanna go a bit deeper, I welcome you in my womb." As she voiced her invitation, her pelvic muscles all relaxed completely, practically opening up her pussy in an effortless gape. At least that's what it felt like to Foxifly, who no longer felt that snug resistance even though the flesh was still enveloping her.

She blinked and gulped, slowly pulling both fists out of Ceylon's booty, pausing to use her fingers to spread the pucker open in a gape before releasing and letting it seal itself shut with a guttural whorl of air being gulped down then forced out. It would have been funny if she wasn't entranced by the throbbing pulsations of the pussy flesh that tugged on her two upper arms.

Speechless, Foxifly wasted no time bringing her lower two fists up to join the other two, pressing those palms down against Ceylon's posterior wall while her main hands balled up in fists to grind her knuckles against either side of where she presumed Ceylon's G-spot was, pleasuring her before making the plunge. "And you're sure you're okay with me-"

"Really? You're going to ask that? I want everyone in me at one point or another. The only thing keeping you from diving right in is your own hesitation. I will always be open and accommodating." She winked once with her vibrant, blue eye and then again with her Clit, clenching down one last time before relaxing once again. The releasing of tension in her depths from beyond her lips right up to her womb ensured that, regardless of what Foxifly did, there would be room for the hybrid without andy resistance. It also meant that there was no suction; Foxi needed to be proactive if she wished to spend the afternoon in gryphon womb.

She did. She really did. There was that lingering sense of unease and uncertainty, but the softness of the flesh that tickled her forearms and the juiciness that soaked through her fur was almost too much to resist. The overpowering aura of estrus gryphon practically smothered her, the very humidity of pheromones emanated from Ceylon's depths were so thick it literally gummed up Foxifly's antennae. It was intoxicating, to be so close to so much delicious, meaty nectar. It should have been off-putting; it should have been odd or awkward, but it wasn't.

So she took the plunge.

Without wasting another moment of time, she used all four of her arms to part Ceylon's depths in four opposite directions, widening her canal just right before Foxi buried her snout between the gryphon's flower petals. As the flesh smothered her and blocked out her vision, she immediately felt like she'd entered a new realm where sound could be heard and felt from all directions, everything was accentuated by the gentle squelching of churning vessels and squishy throbbing. Ceylon's depths were so inviting and so wet with arousal that they offered almost no resistance as Foxi dug her claws into the dirt and pushed forward.

Their difference in size was considerable, but even given that disparity, Foxifly was shocked at how well the gryphons depths swallowed her up. She felt the muscles around her constrict ever so gently before relaxing in time with each of Foxi's forward motions. The slimy, viscous fluid that coated the soft, fleshy walls gummed up her antennae even more completely and squished her gossamer wings against her back, practically gluing them to her spine as she was re-coccooned in the gryphon's pussy.

And just like that, she felt herself lurch forward as the gryphon's mare-like canal swallowed her up. She slid downwards past what felt like a slightly more firm ring that passed over her body, Eventually gasping to inhale the encompassing fluid as Ceylon's pussy lips closed past her hindpaws and the gaping opening of her tail maw.

One more lurch, and she found herself curling up and doing a flip inside, eventually ending up completely encased in gryphon womb as she cuddled her own tail. Unbirthed. The process revered. She was now completely inside her friend. And, much to her shock, she felt her mind drifting off into a semi-lucid state where nothing felt real and everything seemed surreal.

She was floating in nothingness. The flesh that entombed her barely registered. She was safe, comfortable, and content. She had nothing to fear and no reason to fret. All she needed to do was relax and enjoy the coziness of her own personal womb.

Of course, Ceylon was absolutely spent after that. While she was well-trained and experienced when it came to taking huge partners - be it sizeplay or unbirth - the extra effort she put into ensuring Foxifly experienced no resistance on her route into her womb was quite taxing.

The gryphon lay there on her back with all six limbs splayed out in their own direction, her pussy sloppy and gaping and wrecked as it drooled the unbirthing fluid that aided Foxi's incursion. Her rump throbbed with desire, her tail twitched in delight, and her clit winked to tense up her loins one last time for the day, sealing up her passage and returning her depths to normal in the wake of her companion entering her. It didn't take much at all to squeeze and relax in time, reverting her lips to a state of puffy arousal pre-consumption.

"Comfortable?" Ceylon asked, using her telepathic abilities to speak with the entity inside her.

"More than I've been in months. It's been so very stressful." Foxi admitted, squirming a bit to tease Ceylon's sensitive cervix from within. "How long can I stay in here?"

Ceylon couldn't help but chuckle to herself. "Just for the night. I have to get back home soon and I know you gotta get to work. Don't worry, though, one night will feel like weeks to you."

"That's assuring." Foxifly mumbled as she nuzzled into Ceylon's womb-walls. "I just, I think I'm going to...I'm-" she trailed off and got comfortable, finding a perfect pillow in Ceylon's cervix. Not only was it nice and soft on the inside but it meant when she was ready to come back out there'd be no complications.

Sensing the conversation was over, Ceylon hopped her way through the crystal wood and through the crystal caves and all the way back to The Manor. There, she had to explain where Foxifly was to the other employees before heading up to Foxi's personal office and curling up in the bed there.

Both of them needed some time to recover before their next big adventure.