Snake visitor eager to tour the dyeworks
Establish dyeworks. Process of both normal and luxury dyes.
Introduce the ‘main ingredients’
Go trough the process of processing the dyes
 
 
Not all dwellers of the jungle were hunters and foragers. Some created the famed luxury goods that foreign merchants traded their exotic goods for. Lizards and their pearls. Lynxes had Furs, Monkeys had Silks, and Luna moths… They had luxurious and high-quality dyes.
 
 
The moth clan’s Matriarch was seeing a visitor from beyond the forest. A long-toothed, brown-skinned being that called itself a Walrus. He had come from beyond the long salt lake bringing metalwork far above what the jungle folk could produce for themselves.
 
 
“So, miss matriarch. Can I see this dyery of yours.” He spoke in his thickly accented voice. It was quite a reasonable request in his mind. The matriarch grinned. “Alright. But our recipe is quite a big secret. So only you may come with. And only under a vow of secrecy.” The walrus looked at his two guards and nodded. “Go have a drink on me my friends. A drink, and a girl if you can find one.” The matriarch rolled her eyes at the visitor’s rudeness. He didn’t seem to particularly care that it was the females that called the shots in this village. His wares were too good to pass up though, so she swallowed her pride and clapped. A secret door behind her opened. Causing a wafting cloud of strong smells to spill into the room. “It’s this way sir.”
 
 
The Walrus followed her silently. Doing his best to shrug off the smell. It had a smell of fermenting berries. Old leaves and… Something sweet he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He entered the inner workings of the dyery. Before now he had only seen the outer parts where the individual colours were prepared for mixing. To his confusion there were no tools or plants for extracting the secret ingredient that the moths used to give their dyes their unfading lustre. He could only see a frighteningly large moth lounging in the middle of the room.
 
 
The matriarch clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Everyone. Our visitor here wished to know the secret of our product. Bring one of them in!” One of the moths. A larger guardswoman, went to a set of cages placed out of immediate sight. She returned dragging a docile lizardwoman along. The matriarch’s aide moved up to present the lizard. “Tereezi of the lizard tribe. Came here as an apprentice. Was soon revealed to be an attempt at spying on our secret method. She’s been appropriately gorged to give her body the right balance of fat and muscle. And her will has been broken.”
 
 
The walrus cleared his throat. “Excuse me. But is this a dyery or a dungeon?” The matriarch smiled. “You’ll see soon sir. It’ll all make sense.” The lizardwoman walked up to the large moth and knelt down. The moth spread her legs, and the lizard leaned forward to push herself into the waiting slit. The attendants kept a close watch on the proceedings. The walrus trader noticed some of them pleasuring themselves at the sight. He was still mostly confused as to what was going on. Though he found himself as aroused as anyone else in the room at the sight.
 
 
The matriarch noticed his need and sidled up to his side to help out. “You may enjoy yourself. Most of us do.” Her hands were soft like silk and dextrous as those of a seamstress. The walrus groaned silently. He didn’t try asking any more questions. Not really expecting an adequate answer yet. The lizard was in up to her waist by this point. One of the guardswomen walked up to push her inside the rest of the way. “Oh. I hope she doesn’t get stuck. Once Marina gets her lips around something she never lets go no matter who it is.” The guard looked like her hands were getting sucked in. She pulled back at the last moment as the lizard’s legs and tail suddenly surged inside. The large moth’s lips sealing shut with a wet squelch.
 
 
The walrus didn’t know exactly when he had come. He saw the matriarch politely wiping her hands on a silk napkin. “The secret ingredient is now being processed.” She explained. The trader looked at the large moth. The lizard was settling calmly into her womb as she pleasured herself some more. “Marina has been doing quite well recently. Shouldn’t be more than half an hour… Do you wish to feel the lizard being processed?” The walrus kept silent for a moment and nodded. There was something morbid about this whole situation that tickled his curiosity.
 
 
She led him down a set of stairs towards the now silent Marina. She laid his hand on her abdomen. “I can feel her inside. She seems to be… Curling up.” The matriarch smiled. “Can you feel her softening up?” The walrus pushed a bit and found the lizard’s body mre pliable than he had thought. “Yeah… What’s happening in there?” The luna moth smiled. “Marina here has been bred and trained to have some quite unique properties to her womb. Anyone that goes in gets molten away into that crystal liquid we use as a base for our dyes.” A realization hit the Walrus. “You mean to say that…”
 
 
The Matriarch smiled. “Aye. We put quite a lot into every garment we dye.” As she spoke the walrus could feel the Lizard beginning to lose her distinct form. “Well. Not a lot of ourselves. We only do that when we’ve got no one else to process. There’s always those from the other tribes that think they can simply traipse around our territory just because we’re averse to outright chasing anyone away.”
 
 
The walrus stepped back from Marina. “Alright… I can see why you’d want to have all this be kept a secret.” The Matriarch smiled and led him back to the walkway. “Aye. I understand you outlanders have some rather fragile sensibilities we’d rather not offend.” The walrus blushed. “Well… Truth be told. I found this entire experience rather… Fascinating.” His need had come back. The Matriarch smiled. “Shall we retreat to my bedroom to kill some time?” The walrus followed her eagerly.
 
 
They returned an hour or so later. The Walrus looking deeply satisfied and the Matriarch walking somewhat awkwardly. “You’re quite a strong man aren’t you? I take it your wives are more sternly built?” She had enjoyed the past hour despite how forceful a lover the trader had turned out to be. They looked back at Marina. The bulge in her abdomen had softened out and was sagging downwards. “Alright! Our guest is back! Let’s see how this batch has turned out!” The dyery workers sprang to action. One pushed a jar in front of Marina’s bed. Another began massaging the large moth’s abdomen and positioning her slit. Marina looked up to the Matriarch with a smile and began pushing. The contents of her womb streamed out in a crystal clear stream. Not a single trace of the lizardwoman remained in the uniform liquid. One of the workers swiped her hand trough the stream and felt it on her finger. “Nice texture and viscosity!” She shouted. She then tasted it and murred. The matriarch glared at her. “No eating the product!” She said in a scolding tone.
 
 
The worker looked down guiltily. “Yes my matriarch.” She quickly got back to work keeping the jar steady. Marina soon finished emptying her womb and laid on her back to rest. “Alright. What colour would you like it to be? We have to mix it fast before the ingredient goes bad.” The walrus spoke up automatically. His mind too focused on what he was seeing. “Green. The colour of my family crest.” The matriarch nodded to her workers. They carried the jar outside for mixing.
 
 
They returned to the throne room where the walrus's guards were waiting for him. One of them looked quite pleased with himself. Much to the chagrin of the other. “Ah. I see Vandlof got the girl this time.” The trader laughed at the petty rivalry of his men and turned back to the matriarch. “Madam. It’s been quite an informative tour. All that remains is to inspect the quality of the result.” The Matriarch smiled and snapped her fingers. One of the dyery workers came in carrying a cloak. It still smelled of the colourings and the ‘secret ingredient’. “Judge for yourself sir.
 
 
The Walrus found no fault with the cloak other than the rapidly fading smell. “How many bolts of this fabric can you make in a week?
 
 
They quickly reached a trade agreement after that. The moths would give them dyed fabrics. The walruses would give them fine metalwork and a steady stream of their undesireables.