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Coil Within (A Special Day)

I slowly shuffled my way across the yard, belly heavy and sagging between all four of my legs. Each of my knees were buckling under the mass of Leera's body weighing my womb down, her compressed form pressing out against my uterine walls and squeezing every bit of my innards tight between her and my spine.

Our many years together allowed her to communicate with me with an ethereal tone, speaking without a voice. "You're so warm." She said to me in her silent, telepathic way as her knotted body writhed and shifted about within me. I could very faintly feel the soft tickle of her tongue slapping against my womb lining as she tasted my arousal.

While inside me, I knew she had a deeper and closer connection to me than we often shared in our daily lives. When I satisfied her hunger by letting her consume me or store me in her womb, I could feel her every emotion, thought, and intention as readily as she could; as such, I knew she could feel my pride swelling up at the thought of her submitting herself to me. In truth, I wasn't the kind of person who demanded control over others, but I loved when anyone offered themselves to me. I love being in control, I love being responsible for others in small doses, and having someone inside me - especially within my womb to be reborn - was the ultimate act of pride for me.

Leera knew this before she went into me.

She knew it, and that's why she was happy to offer her body to mine. This was not something she ever allowed to happen, and she was the one person who often eluded my desires in that regard. She was, for the most part, the only one I allowed to dominate me.

And occasionally she allowed me to be the only one who held dominion over her.

My abdominal muscles clenched and squeezed against her, the pressure forcing out bubbles of birthing fluid out through my vulva as her tail slid out and lightly waved back and forth, the soft ventral scales sliding over my clit to coax a series of pelvic winks out of me. I could feel the last tenth of her body sliding backwards out of me, the pressure of my womb too much to keep it all inside. "Please keep tails and limbs in the gryphon." I laughed to myself as I lowered my tail between my rump cheeks, partially sealing my vulva from the world.

But Leera's back end wasn't going back inside, and that's when I noticed she was caressing me on purpose as opposed to by necessity. She was teasing me, and her gentle tail flicks were making my spine arch and my eyes roll back in their sockets.

"What's the matter, sweetie?" She asked, artificial hissing affect highlighting her pet name for me. "I don't suppose I'm too much of a distraction, am I?" With her final words, she shifted and writhed inside me, tugging her tail mostly into my birth canal while leaving only the last dozen centimeters or so poking out at the underside of my tail. She curled the tip around, poking at the meaty mass of sensitive flesh punctuating my anterior vulva end, then lightly buzzing it as though she were imitating a rattlesnake.

The immense pleasure shot up my form like a bolt of lightning, leaving me with every feather and strand of fur on end as well as every one of my claws curling into the dirt beneath me. An explosive burst of gooey fluid escaped me, splashing under her tail and all over the grass as I let out a howling avian screech of ecstasy. In an uncontrolled flop, I landed on my belly and rolled to my back, heavy snake still inside me while her coils writhed and made defined shapes in my abdominal wall.

I reached around my belly with one of my front talons, wrenching my spine to the side to get around her bulge to claw at her scales, forcing the last bit of her tail into me. My eyes fluttered a bit as her appendage was sucked up through my birth canal, the tip tickling my walls ever so gently before tugging at my urethra and penetrating there for a brief moment. With one final squeeze and clench of my muscles, I forced her to disappear into me, my cervix closing around the last of her and a plug sealing my womb up.

My talon remained on my soaking wet vulva, lightly prodding at the plump flesh and stabbing at the underside of my clit before I rocked from side to side, eager to get back to my feet.

"Took you long enough." She mocked as I rolled over onto all fours again. "So what now?" Her body kept shifting and pressing out against me, a coil of her length pressing out heavy against my cervix.

I took in a long, deep breath before hobbling my way around the yard. Thanks to the pressure of her body, I really had to pee. So I went.

"Ew, I'm in here!" She joked, flicking her tail some more.

"Cut it out, hun. Not my fault you didn't shrink more. You have the magic, is there any reason why you didn't go all the way?" I winked my vulva and clit to force the last of the mess off the end of my lips before scratching at the ground and returning to the plateau overlooking the cliff. The moon was partially obscured by the clouds and the stars were still on the verge of dotting the sky, as the sun's light could be seen illuminating the horizon. The place was great for me, since I got to watch the night take over the day.

She nuzzled into my walls and tensed her muscles one last time before relaxing. "I didn't want to transform any more. This is proving to be a little too cozy for my tastes, but I suppose I can handle it for a bit while you do your thing." I could feel her consciousness dimming slowly as she fell into a sleep. My fluids - like hers - were breathable. Once she inhaled deeply, she took the gooey concoction my womb secreted into her lungs and slowly descended into a state of semi-lucidity. She was still awake, but just barely.

I remained in place in the soft grass of my yard with her coiled up in me, my distended abdomen bulging out on either side of my form. The stars were pretty, and I knew I would have to leave them eventually to sleep in my nest, but I didn't want to disturb Leera. Like a pet, I felt like I would be disappointing her f I moved while she was trying to sleep.

After an hour or so of silently enjoying the night, I gingerly got to my feet and slowly crept back into my home to curl up in my bed. Though the massive windows, I could look out over the valley to see the lake and river that cascaded down the cliff into Lake Saff'Rald.

One final wash of joy overcame me as I sat to think about just how peculiar and affectionate Leera's actions were, but then deliberately distracted myself before I began to question it. I put my head down on my pillow and grabbed a blanket to cover myself; Leera would need the extra warmth inside my womb before she was to be reborn.

I stirred in the morning sun, slowly blinking the sleep away from my eyes before stretching all four of my legs out in a glorious stretch and yawn. When I relaxed enough to regain my composure, I started preening my wing feathers, talon resting on my belly. Wisps of the previous night's dream flashed in my mind before dissipating into ash and smoke. I faintly remembered bits of Leera sliding in and out of me through my birth canal and tail maw and rump.

It was an odd dream, but it still made me a little needy in the morning. Problem was, when I reached down to lightly tease my nether lips, my massive belly got in the way and quickly discouraged me from pursuing that endeavor.

Having little else to do other than relax, I decided to roll out of my nest and return to the waking world beyond my den's door. When I landed on all fours, I could feel Leera's massive body tugging on my abdominal walls to stretch them downward. Every step was a chore, but I knew I had things to do.

As I arrived in the kitchen, I saw the mess from the previous day's meal. Platters everywhere, bowls of soup encrusted with dried up stock and vegetables around the rim, and glasses stained with the remnants of wine and ale. Quite the mess, but having my group of companions over for an evening of fun was always worth it.

Of course, that didn't factor in the naga coiled into my womb.

Cleaning the dishes and tidying the home wasn't ever an issue for me when not gravid, but I'd never tried doing it with such a massive egg forming within me. One of my favorite things in the world was to take someone into me, be it through the hungry tail maw or my birth canal, and encapsulate them in an egg before laying them again. My uterine lining would form around my lucky 'prey' and solidify, creating an eggshell over the course of a few days before I'd release them from inside me via natural means.

Leera was having that happen to her as I cleaned my home. I could feel her body go from squishy to firm over the course of a few hours and by the time I was done struggling with the sink full of dishes, I could tell that the egg had been completely formed. My belly was perfectly smooth and round, with a massive snake body bunched up tight inside.

One thing I noticed was that, despite it being morning - a time when I usually would enjoy some breakfast - I wasn't hungry at all. In fact, I felt completely satisfied, as if I'd enjoyed a full meal while I was cleaning. The explanation wasn't immediately evident, but I figured it out before long. Leera's spare mass was being absorbed into me through the eggshell, sustaining me off the excess flesh of her body as though I were digesting her, but I wasn't. Her massive form had been condensed while remaining the same weight, and I noticed upon waking that she felt slightly lighter despite not shrinking in size.

She had offered her mass to me, further submitting herself to me. Sure, she'd still be reborn fully formed, just smaller! Great way to shed the pounds, and that meant that I wouldn't have to eat for a few days, maybe even a few weeks.

Upon finishing the cleaning of the dishes, I waddled my way back out to the back yard where we'd had our fun, and I plopped my fat rump down on the cliff top. There, I was interrupted almost immediately by a winged form blocking out the sun before landing next to me. It was Satsierra, the gold, black, and blue avian-saurossin hybrid. "Oh, good morning to you as well, Sat." I greeted them.

Satsierra was neither male nor female. Like me, he regularly shifted between the two at will; unlike me, he didn't have a preferred set of pronouns, so I waited to see what they decided before assuming their gender.

Satsierra fluttered downwards to land next to me atop the cliff. "Cey, my darling, how are you on this fine autumn morning?" His voice made it clear that he was male on this day.

I bowed to him, smiling and trilling with feathers standing on end around my neck. "It has been quite the good day, and a pleasant change in my fortunes." I said as I lightly patted my belly. "As you can see, I am expecting!"

" I certainly can see that! I have to ask how you managed that feat!" He said, stretching out his wings and raking his talons through to straighten the flight feathers. "Because I know who you're expecting, and I am trying to work out the logistics of it all and I'm confounded. Ceylon, my dear, does your cunt have a portal to another dimension in it? If so, I might be interested in taking a trip to your abyss!"

My eyes went wide as I imagined such a thing, a black swirling vortex where my cervix should have been. That would be quite scary. "No, nothing like that. Leera decided she wanted to show her appreciation for my eternal patience with her by submitting to me."

"That's certainly not something she does." Satsierra confirmed.

"It's really not. Yeah. Anyway, she used the transformation magic I taught her to compress her form, shrink to a relatively tiny and natural pet snake size on her way in. As you can see, she's still quite large, but what gets me the most is that she still has the weight - the mass - she had when she went in. She didn't shed the kilos, she just compressed them so now all I can feel is her body weight pressing down against my cervix and birth canal. Quite nice, if I must say so myself!" Once again, I patted my rounded belly, rubbing it gently while purring.

Satsierra leaned in close and pressed his ear close to my abdomen, listening to my internals as well as Leera's. "Odd, she seems awfully firm to be a coiled mass of snake, don't you think?" He accented his query by rapping a knuckle on the egg shell.

I lightly brushed him away with a wing. "Indeed. She's being turned into an egg, at the moment. To be laid in a week or two, depending on how things work out."

He licked his lips. "Big egg, I can see. Suddenly I'm very, very hungry." He offered a sly wink to make sure I knew he was joking. "Alas, my dear friend, I have to say that was quite the display. Watching your form bulge as parts of her disappeared into you was quite alluring. I hope you don't mind my voyeurism, I can't help but keep an eye on everything that happens in the valley. I have a particularly difficult time keeping to myself when such an enticing sight is before me." Satsierra was known for being forthright to a fault.

My tail instinctively lowered to rest between my rump cheeks, since I felt the slightest bit violated by being seen while in such an intimate moment. In truth, I don't mind when others watched - especially not any of the others who ascended to immortality with me - but that was one thing that was supposed to be private. Despite that, I couldn't be mad. I knew what Satsierra was like, and we all have a silent agreement that anything done outside of our homes was fair game to be seen by the others. It was a risk we took and I didn't think to cover up or hide that from prying eyes.

"Oh, well I'm glad you enjoyed what you saw. I don't suppose you were overtaken by a desire to join her, were you?" I said while raising my tail tip upwards, the three petal-like jaws parting with webs of gooey saliva bridging from tooth to gum.

Satsierra stepped back, lightly waving his hands. "No thank you. Not today. Perhaps my curiosity and adventurous nature will overcome my logical mind, but today is not that day. I was mostly coming to ask about that glorious meal you prepared for the others yesterday. I was wondering what would entice you to not invite me!" He huffed in mock offense, widening his stance and lightly unfolding his wings.

I did feel a little odd not inviting him and Keran, as well as the other pairs Yelena and Sanfrit as well as Olfrin and Luero. Truth was, five or six guests was the maximum and I was planning on enjoying a meal with them the following week. "You know how I am, Sats. I love you all but I can't really do large groups for a dinner party. That said, I have a wonderful idea I was thinking about sharing with the rest of you come the right time, when Leera might be ready to hatch. I'm not sure I want to house guests in my gravid state. I'm sure you understand."

"I do, yes. Do you wish for me to leave, then?"

"No, of course not. You are fine. But I wouldn't be okay with having others over. Keran and Olfrin especially like to ask a lot of questions and I could do without them constantly harassing me about the fetish Leera and I share." I laid my ears back and sighed heavily, tail curling up around my belly and body. "I don't dislike them, but I'd rather wait until this stage in Leera's rebirth had passed before having them around. Would you like a tea?" I asked, briskly changing the topic.

He was often a bit pushy and shared a healthy scientific mind with the rest of us, but he knew when to drop a subject. "Sure! Do you have any of that vanilla mint stuff you introduced me to? I've been trying to find it in the mortal world, but the closest I came was recreating it with two different kinds of tea, and the flavor combination was a little off."

A gentle and solemn nod confirmed my response. "Of course! It's my favorite type, and I've created quite the stash of it. Come, come." I rolled to all fours and waddled across the yard, onto my deck, through the main hall of my mountain lodge home. There, I used some magic to manipulate the mug, teabag, pot of water, and ademane gem rather than using my talons to move them; I was entirely too bloated to bother with any of that.

As usual my kitchen was pristine. Every appliance, every cup, every piece of silverware, and every food item in its place. Not only were my counters clear and well organized, but everything was perfectly aligned to be either parallel or perpendicular to one another. My home was both concisely organized and artistically arranged so that any view of any corner from any angle would look good in a painting. I may have had problems in the eyes of others, but having everything well organized all the time ensured that I never lost things, and I remained in a constant state of bliss. The occasional time my den would get cluttered - such as the previous day with the dinner party - but it never stayed that way for long.

He and I enjoyed our beverages at the table, with him sitting in his custom chair near my side. He usually sat on the opposite side with Keran, but today he sat with me. There, we chatted about the plan that Talba had shared, with the twelve of us all taking our next lives to the high seas. He loved it, and was eager to see where things went in that regard. It was clear he was excited to see if he could convince Keran to go on a ship with him, but he had no doubt he would succeed. After concocting the name of the ship, which he dubbed the Grail of Knowledge, I couldn't help but ask him about his relationship with Keran.

Someone had to.

"So, I was thinking lately about you and Keran." I started, sipping gently at my tea. "The rest of us are all clearly mated to each other, with Luero and Olfrin only kinda together. Yelena and Sanfrit were paired together before our ascension, same with Vaulix and Talba. Leera and I met during that same time period, with Ilorek and Valencia growing fond of each other over time. But that leaves you and Keran. You always sort of end up together when we do things in groups, but I don't think I've ever seen any evidence of romance on either of your parts. Any chance you could enlighten me?"

Satsierra sipped as well, his royal purple eyes glimmering in the midday sun that streamed through the lodge's tall bay windows. "Well, let me tell you a story about a wonderful and powerful mage named Keran O'Merone."

I sidled up next to him and fluffed my feathers up, talons wrapped around my hot mug as I prepared for a story.

"It was four hundred years ago. Or so. I think I've lost track of how many years we've been here. Anyway, when we started working together on the spell that gave us everlasting life, I was constantly bickering with him, antagonizing him, and pushing him well beyond his comfort zone. He hated it, he constantly told me to back off, and he got so frustrated with my interference until he started getting pushed to make breakthroughs. My goal was to irritate him to the point he made progress out of spite, and it worked."

"Sounds like you." I joked, sipping my tea.

He nodded and took a gulp himself. "Yes, I've always been a bit abrasive with my trickery. Anyway, he hated me for years. Decades, even. But after we ascended and perfected the spell, he thanked me. He was appreciative of all the things I did to push him to make the best of himself, and he wanted to properly thank me."

I narrowed my eyes and flattened my feathers against my neck. "Odd, I don't think I've ever seen him show affection towards anyone. He seems very logic and reason minded. He was a professor before we came here, after all."

"Yeah, he's very closed off. Not the kind who gets emotional with anyone or anything, unless it's incredibly private. Unlike the rest of us, he prefers to keep his affections hidden; he doesn't share our outlandish exhibitionism fetish. Anyway, he started flirting with me a lot, having finally accepted that he might have feelings for me, but I came to discover the hard way that his preferences were quite firm and he was unwilling to bend at all. He only felt physically affectionate towards me when I was in my female form. When male, he saw me as nothing more than a friend. I was a co worker or ally, but not a lover." He hung his head and clicked his beak before shaking off the light despair to carry on. "That's why you only sometimes see us together, other times he's completely cold and sterile towards me."

I sighed with him. "Well that seems a little unfair. So he's only emotionally attached to you when you're a hen? Has no interest in you when you've assumed your drake form? Pretty sure that's not how love works, dear. I was under the impression that you were to care for and love your mate in the good times and the bad; accept the flaws to accentuate the good. Leera sometimes gets aggressive with me, but I don't hate her when she does that, even if her feral nature often results in me getting a little bloody."

Satsierra shook his head. "No, we're not in love. We have affections for one another, but we're not mates. I don't rely on him for my self esteem, and he doesn't need me to please him. However, he's occasionally willing to have a go when the mood suits him or I push and transform to my female form. When I feel male, I just don't bother with him, which means that if I want to get him to go along with this little ploy of yours, I'll have to be a hen for him." He leaned back and crossed his ankles on the banquet table. "But it's not really a big deal. Like I said, I don't rely on him for my happiness. I'm kind of a flame in the breeze, flitting from one leaf to the next. I don't really stick to one partner, we just kind of default to being together when all of the rest of you pair up." With a final gulp, he finished off his tea and smacked his tongue to the roof of his beak. "And this is delicious."

Seeing Satsierra open up like that was a little odd for me, since he wasn't exactly the type to talk about such things. When I asked him about his relationship status with Keran, I figured he'd deflect with a joke or find a way to turn it around and tease me, as he often did. Turns out, he was willing to speak of such intimate matters when he was in a safe, judgment free environment.

"Centuries of life and we still haven't unlocked the secrets of love." I commented, mostly to myself. I gulped down the last of my drink and offered to take both our mugs to the kitchen. I grabbed his by the handle and put both in the sink, but when I returned Satsierra had disappeared. I couldn't sense his life essence anywhere nearby, so I assumed he must have ducked out to contemplate himself or find a way to get back to his trickster ways.

Either way, I used this as a great excuse to enjoy an afternoon to myself. No chores, no tasks, no social obligations. In fact, aside from the two dirty mugs in the sink, I had nothing to occupy my time. I could have spent some time in the library and ademane workshop concocting some new spells or potions, but with my womb gravid and full of Leera, I wasn't going to mess to much with that part of me. In the end, I made my way back to my den and curled up under a blanket, book in talon.

The day passed with ease as I flipped through the pages. By the time the sun had set, I was done the first book and I contemplated going to make myself something delicious to eat. It was time for a meal, yet I had no cravings. In fact, I still felt full and satisfied; had I eaten, I likely would have felt bloated and overstuffed. The tea was wonderful, but the thought of eating was not pleasant.

I internally made a joke about wondering if this was what it was like to be pregnant, but it was kind of the opposite. Instead of having cravings for nothing, pregnant hens, bitches, and mares had intense desires for food across the spectrum. Still, I enjoyed the rest of the day in relative solitude in my mountain lodge home, clawing through pages of novels and sipping weak tea until the moon was high in the sky.

Before I fell into slumber, I couldn't help but wish that Leera was prepared to come back into the world with me. Though I often preferred quiet times alone, having her there as another person with shared experiences was always a pleasant distraction from the boredom of everyday life. In the Cradle of Dalon, there wasn't much to do to keep my attention, which is why I rarely stayed there for extended periods of time. Sure, it was my den, my comfort zone, and my personal safe space, but I still needed to see others from time to time and the trip required to fly from the peak of the tallest mountain to the land at sea level could take hours.

A round trip to Klyneth - the closest large population center - took three hours, making something as simple as shopping for goods a true chore. Sure, I could use bits of magic to influence the winds and make the travels feel shorter and simpler, but that expended energy that needed to be replenished with more food. Travel over long distances was an engaging balancing act, one that I was constantly juggling with.

The more I thought about the pirate life that was ahead of me, the happier I grew. In my mind, I got to keep Leera close by my side while also interacting with one of the many people I'd been keeping alive in similar life cycles so I didn't have to keep making new friends. There, I would not only have a new life to live, but also my own personal space we'd take with us so I could maintain my solitude when the time was right.

Fantasies swept through my head as the week progressed. My days were getting a little monotonous with the same things bridging me from slumber to sleep. I would wake up, have a drink of tea, enjoy the morning as the mist and fog evaporated from the valley, then head back inside to read until tea time came again. With Leera's egg heavy in my womb, I couldn't fly anywhere without the aid of magic, and with her excess mass being absorbed into me to be converted into energy I didn't have any meals to prepare that could keep me busy. Life grew boring quite quickly, leaving me with a cycle of tea, books, and sleep.

I knew it was time to get her out of me. I wasn't sure if she was ready, but transformation magic ensured that she would be ready whenever I decided she was ready. Of course, I wasn't the type to impose my will on anyone, but a life of not being able to fly and having no desire to eat was no life for me. My usual unbirthed subjects were smaller, and I could do whatever I wanted with them entombed in my uterus. I could fly, I didn't take any of their energy so I still had to eat (in fact, having to sustain heir body when inside me meant I would eat more), and I usually had Leera to talk to. Once the egg shell had formed, our telepathic link was cut off and I was left alone without anyone to talk to or any ability to leave our home without great magical expenditure.

This was not hell, for I did enjoy the girth in my abdomen, but the week following her submission was boring. I could handle strife and conflict, but boredom killed me.

Her egg sat heavy in me as I waddled out onto the back yard. It was still midday, but I knew the rest of my afternoon would be dedicated solely to this. I also knew that I needed to lay her before I went to sleep, because I had a lot of plans for what I would do the following day and having a cumbersome passenger would make prepping such a lovely roast a true chore instead of the delight that cooking usually was for me.

My original intention was to let my body absorb as much mass as it could from her while letting my reproductive system expunge the egg when nature took its course; I would go into labor and deliver her that way. However, her absence of presence in the wake of the egg shell forming left me in a state of boredom beyond my threshold.

I returned to the clifftop at the edge of my yard and laid down, precariously perched on my bulging gravid belly. The only way to keep myself from rolling from side to side was to extend my paws and talons a bit for balance and stability, which in turn gave me time to focus my mind on my reproductive tract. The teal mist of ademane emanated from my neck, wrists, and the base of my wings to envelop me for a brief moment before slithering up under my tail to disappear between my plump vulva; a second later, I felt the first contraction.

All of my abdominal muscles tensed, like I'd been hit with a light shock from a bolt fish. I could feel my body grow firm against my touch, followed by a sharp pain in my depths as my cervix was forced open. A gushing flow of uterine fluids escaped and cascaded out through my birth canal, soaking the grass behind me.

"Well that was quick." I marvelled, honestly surprised by my efficiency. However, before I could say another thing, I felt another powerful squeeze through my abdomen, muscles clenching down tight against the blunt end of the egg. I could feel the crown of it forcing its way through my cervix, only to get caught against my inner hip bones, which in turn halted its progress. Luckily for me, my magic allowed my joints to dislocate and my bones to bend to the needs of the egg, so when another powerful contraction rocked my body, I was relieved to feel the enormous mass of egg descending a few centimetres downward towards my vulva.

My tail was up high, and my birth canal gaped in preparation of the passing of Leera's shell. I could feel the cool air tickling my insides, accented by the thick gooey fluid my walls were secreting for lubrication. A deep discomfort shot through my body for a brief moment, causing me to pause and take in a long breath. Just moments later, as another contraction hit me, I heard some light flatulence trumpeting from my tail end, making me laugh at myself. "Oh, you silly gryphon." I mused, rolling my eyes. "Even when birthing an egg, you can't help but enjoy a fart joke."

Again, the levity was broken as a grunting contraction squeezed my uterus and shifted the egg farther down my birth canal. Since I was eager to feel her returning, I pressed my chest to the ground and slid one of my talons up between my hind legs, inserting two fingers into my gaping birth canal to lightly prod at the firm shell of the egg.

Pride swept over me as a grin curled at the corners of my beak. This was probably the biggest egg I ever had or likely ever would pass, and it was shifting and sliding through me with ease as my pelvic muscles twitched and spasmed. I tried to force my fingers in deeper, to caress the tight space between egg and flesh, but it was too snug, and then another contraction forced the egg a little farther towards my swollen lips. I could feel the deep lurch of the massive egg, only to have my vaginal walls contract and force it back into my womb, talons still lightly tapping at the shell as the cervix closed around the end of it.

Disappointed, I angled myself to get my talon in deeper, and I found that my cervix - though closed - was loose and sloppy, having properly released itself to allow the passing of the egg. I pried the flesh to the side and forced my fist right into my womb to rub my palm against the narrow end of the egg, cradling it and guiding it as it shifted and swirled inside me. This time, I purposely tensed my abdominal muscles in a contraction-like constriction, the resulting pressure forcing the egg to descend into my birth canal in one smooth motion.

With my palm against the end, the egg was able to force its way into the cool mountain air, the crown exposed under my tail with my ebony lips barely containing it. When I relaxed, I felt the egg get sucked back inside, my vaginal walls lightly squeezing instinctively against the girth of the solidifying shell. However, my arousal was trumped by my body's need to expunge the egg, as another contraction tightly constricted the blunt end of the egg that remained in my womb.

I could tell that, once the thickest part breached my cervix, the rest would come out in a heaving lurch all at once, so I wanted to be careful. I got to all four feet, wings up as my pelvic muscles twitched in an aroused wink. No fluids burst forth from my depths, as the pressure of the egg had completely sealed off the many sources of orgasmic fluid, including the urethra. Still, the walls were so coated in slimy, viscous fluid that I could feel a heavy dollop of it trickling off my clit.

A small part of me felt ashamed of how much I enjoyed giving rebirth to Leera. Life was magical, and the laying of an egg was considered sacred to most gryphons, but that didn't stop me from fetishizing it. This was not my offspring, this was my lover; her entire form had been sacrificed to my body to give me pleasure, and it was the most intense feeling I may have ever enjoyed. The pressure and texture of that firm egg shell kept rubbing against my most sensitive parts, teasing at the inside of my clit and putting pressure on the O-spot just inside my anterior wall. I couldn't help but curl my talons and claws both as I felt another powerful wink squeeze my vulva nearly shut around the crown of the egg.

It was clear my body was just about ready to release the egg, as I could feel a peculiar emptiness in my womb. All but the thickest berth had slid through my birth canal, with some of it crowning against my distended vulva. I aided the passing by manually squeezing my abdomen with one talon, pressing against the firm bulge as a contraction constricted from within. The egg shifted with ease, sliding out so that my stretched pussy lips were pushed out alongside the shell, stretching taut while not giving way.

When the contraction ended, I felt my muscles return to their resting point, thus forcing the egg to gently slip backwards into me. The immense volume of fluid that lubricated me from lips, through cervix, and to my uterus allowed the lightly textured eggshell to glide with ease in and out of me, pleasuring me like a lover.

In response, I shuddered in delight and squeezed, neck twisting to the side in deep ecstasy as a rumbling chirp escaped my beak. I briskly winked my clit, tensing my vulva to force the egg back into me, then squeezed my abdomen to create a thrusting motion that used the eggshell to pleasure myself. In and out it went, the girth of it pressing the lightly bumped texture against my flesh on every wall as I alternated between abdominal clenching and clitoral winking.

But then, after a few minutes of edging myself over the cliff of orgasm, a natural contraction hit at the same time as one of my outward pushes, resulting in an audible grunt, an airing of some light flatulence, and the squishy squelch of the massive egg sliding out of me. The thickest part breached my cervix, then burst through my tenderized birth canal. I felt a sharp burning as my velvety vulva was stretched and distended far, far beyond what it should naturally have been able to do.

I arched my back and cried aloud, beak clenched tight as the crown of the egg touched on the ground, a slimy concoction dribbling down and around the rim of the shell to make a gooey mess in the grass. With the majority of it out, and only the blunt end still stretching my vaginal walls wide, I pressed a palm to my belly to feel the absence of the egg, my belly feeling mostly empty as my stretched flesh wrinkled against my touch. I felt like an empty grocery bag, and my abdominal muscles were thoroughly stretched beyond the norm. Of course, my magic and healing abilities quickly mended that part of me even as the end of the egg was resting inside me.

To be honest I'm not sure what came over me, but that intense girth rubbing and penetrating me seemed to flick a switch inside me and I wanted that egg to force itself back into my womb. I wanted to be full, and that feeling of emptiness needed to be corrected. I arched my back and bent my hind legs, pushing my hips down against the egg as I grinded down onto it, back end waggling back and forth to hopefully have its girth breach my cervix yet again. Fortunately, I did feel a shifting inward as my distended ebony lips swallowed a bit of its form, but the opening to my womb seemed closed off.

The magic that healed my abdominal muscles must have sealed my cervix, as well.

Disappointed, I stepped forward to let the last of the egg burst out of me in a glorious rush of lightly pink birthing fluid that splashed on the shell and formed a slimy webbing over the grass around it. As I turned, my vaginal canal emanated that same teal healing mist to return it to its natural state, a gooey leak forming between my lips and trickling over my winking clit. A warm pleasure tingled up through my nethers, a residual bit of pleasant friction reminding me of the massive egg I passed. I had to walk gingerly, as my hips were still reverting back to their natural form, and my joints were popping back into place.

Once that realignment had completed, I nuzzled at the egg, licking it clean of the mess I'd left all over it. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about what was inside it; my lover, Leera. Gently, I tapped on the eggshell to tell her it was time to come back, but all I could see or feel was a gentle shift as her coils writhed about inside.

I knew she didn't want to come out yet, so I used some physical magic to telekinetically lift it upon a cloud of teal mist, then sauntered back to my den with it in tow. I hopped past my porch, passed through the great hall, and ignored the kitchen as I came to let it rest in my nest with blankets scrunched up all around it. I gave it one gentle nuzzle and fluffed the blankets a bit as I decided what I was going to do next.

Back in the kitchen, I collected a dozen ademane crystals, and used that same telekinetic magic to have them follow me into my den. There, I triggered each one with a very low level heat spell, then lightly placed them around Leera's egg between the shell and the blanket. That would keep her warm.

I was going to go prepare for the meal, but just then it hit me that I was as tired and fatigued as I'd ever been. With her form no longer in me, bleeding her mass to mine for sustenance, I was suddenly in need of a nap. I crawled up next to her and laid my wing over the egg, nuzzling into the blankets I'd bunched up around her, eager to fall into a sleep next to my mate.

I don't know what happened, but I woke up that night as the light of a full moon twinkled through the large windows above my nest. I Wasn't planning on getting up in the middle of the night, but then again I wasn't planning on napping in the first place. I was still partially wrapped around the egg, with my wing and one of my talons cradling it as the ademane gems warmed it from beneath.

My beak felt dry as I licked the roof of my maw, so I rolled off the bed and landed on all fours, the rug beneath my claws a pleasant sensation. I could still feel a soreness under my tail accompanied by a warm throbbing in my nethers. The flesh there remained swollen from the passing of the egg, and I knew it would be that way for a day or two, so I was completely fine with that. Admittedly, the temptation to fool around was quite powerful, but I ignored it because my desire for water was greater than my need for pleasure.

"Well, isn't this just the most fun day ever." I said to myself as I emerged into the kitchen. I snapped my fingers to ignite the gem in the ceiling, which in turned used electric power to light the room. I was thinking about making a tea, but decided that was too much work. Instead, I turned the tap on and hopped up onto the counter, twisting my neck to lap at the running water. When I finished drinking my fill, I turned to the fridge to see what kind of snacks I had around. There were some fruits, vegetables, and meats, but those were mostly for the roast banquet the next day.

Instead, I turned to the cupboard and opened it up, the light making a few bugs scatter into the wood work. Cute little things. I often left sponges filled with sugar water for them to eat instead of having them eat my boxed foods or jerky. It seemed to work well, as my food was almost never touched. That jerky, though; it was Dragon Chili spiced slices of Ulokar meat, one of the best snack foods I had ever made. Problem was, it was also well salted and would make me thirsty again.

I didn't care. I needed a snack.

I grabbed the bag and gently chose a strip, ripping the end of it off with my beak. I audibly moaned as I chewed, absolutely loving the pleasantry of eating again. After a week of absorbing Leera's mass and being unable to eat, chowing down on some well spiced ulokar jerky was a certain sort of heaven. Skies above it tasted better than any jerky before that, even though it was the same recipe I'd been enjoying for years. "Awww, yeah!" I said through the mush of meat, only to toss another strip up and aggressively snatch it out of the air.

When I was done, I tied the bag back up and gently placed it back in the cupboard, snapping my finger to remove the charge from the gem that lit the room. The last bit of meat was dangling out the side of my beak to save it for later; I was idly chewing it, the soft tangible end in my maw while the dry and stiff part hung out like a cigar. As I returned to my den, however, I was greeted with the light sound of cracking shell amidst the lightly rocking of the egg against the bunched up blankets.

"Oh wow, already?" I asked myself, tossing the meat back into my gullet and swallowing it in one gulp before hopping up onto my nest next to the egg. The warmth from the gems could be felt throughout the egg, so I spread my front talons apart and hugged it, my ear pressed up against the shell. I could hear a light gurgle as her coils shifted and writhed within the gooey egg fluids, followed by the dull repeating thud of her slow heart beat. As a cold-blood, she needed as much heat as she could to energize herself and keep her metabolism working properly.

A slight groan preceded a spiderweb of cracks emerging right next to my cheek. I pulled away to watch as a small plate-sized segment of shell started to push outward, with a thickly woven mass of cracks around the edge and a dozen lines spreading out in every direction. I wanted to be patient, to eagerly anticipate her arrival on her own terms, but I found I could barely wait any longer. In haste I grabbed at the shell, digging my claws through the membrane that held it together to peel back a few plates to reveal the dark natural colors of her scale patterns writhing and sliding over each other, thick gooey albumen filling in the gaps between her coils. As her body adjusted itself inside the egg, using the gooey egg fluid for lubrication, I saw her head gently slide into view through the open area I'd peeled away, her glowing emerald eye staring up at me as her pupil slit dilated.

She flicked her tongue a bit, tasting her environment before tensing up her muscles to press out against the egg. More cracks formed above her neck, and I helped her out by peeling the shell away and tossing the shards to the side. I smiled as I looked down at her, the pink fluid forming puddles between her coils; she was in a bath of gooey egg juices, and the image of that actually made me hungry again because eggs were one of my favorite foods. She raised her head up out of the egg slime, leaving tendrils of fluid dangling off her chin as she yawned.

Her maw flesh was a deep mauve and covered in a web of viscous saliva, indicating she was on the verge of her digestive period of her cycle. This meant she actually needed food post unbirth now that her mass had been submitted to me. After realigning her jaw in a yawn, she flicked her tongue again and glanced over at me, the bundle of coils pressing out against the curved edges of the shell. A sudden crack came from the berth of it, and the shell broke apart in a slimy torrent of egg slime as her coils unfolded like a blooming flower.

My nest was a mess, but I was just happy to have her back with me, even if she'd visibly shrunk to the size of a terrestrial rock python instead of the monstrous naga she was when she initially coiled up inside me.

I leaned in close to press my cheek to hers, and she responded by lightly nibbling at my neck and flicking her tongue.

"How long has it been?" She asked, barely able to muster more than a whisper in my ear.

I leaned down and encouraged her to slither up onto my back, which she obliged. "About a week. Just laid the egg this morning." I said back, a smile on my beak. "And you hatched already. Looks like the heat rock gems have accelerated the gestation."

She pulled the rest of her body up onto my back so that every bit of her was tightly bent and coiled down my spine and wrapped around my wing shoulders. She slithered up my neck and between my ears so her chin was on my forehead. "Don't be silly, dear. You don't gestate when rebirthed. That only happens once."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Whatever, welcome back. I missed you." I back-stepped off the bed and raised a talon to use more telekinetic physical magic. All the eggshell pieces levitated off the bed, and every bit of gooey mess was extracted from the fabric of the nest to lightly wiggle in the air near the ceiling of my den, only to cascade off to the side and out through the window as if it were falling over rocks. The mess was gone and the egg was in a pile of chips and soft membrane in the corner.

It was time to sleep. She was tired, I was exhausted, and I had some plans for the following day. My belly was full of water and my womb was free of egg, so I was ready to return to my normal, waking life.

After kneading at the soft padded fabric of my nest, I walked in a circle with my tail coiled around my form, then laid down in the middle with Leera bundled up against my back, absorbing my warmth. That was how she often remained when in a smaller size, and was how she usually flew around the world with me. I couldn't imagine a more comfortable position than to have my lover tightly caressing my feathers and fur with her tail down over the small of my back and her chin resting on my head.

I was at ease; sleep came to take me quicker than it ever had before.

As the following morning dawned, I found myself full of vigor. The nap and subsequent deep sleep made me feel more relaxed than I'd been in years, which allowed me to kick the blankets off and hop off the nest in one fluid motion, head held high and messy feathers sticking out in every direction. I cared not about the mess on my body as much as the serpent that remained tightly coiled up under my folded wings with her head sticking out to rest on mine.

"Good morning, sunshine!" I chirped at her as I used my wing shoulder to lightly prod at her slender body. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of the pile of shell over in the corner of my den.

She stirred along my spine, instinctively flicking her tongue out between my ears to tickle the feathers on my forehead as she roused from her slumber. "Oh, hey Cey. Did you sleep well? I know I did."

"Of course! I am hungry, though. How about you?" I stretched out my wings and legs one at a time as I yawned, body nearly ready for the day.

Leera tensed her body up to gently squeeze before slithering forward, her chin resting on my beak; as she twisted her neck, her glowing emerald eye was glaring directly into mine, her pupil constricting into a tight line. "I am always hungry, my dear." She smiled, the deep mauve flesh showing between her lips.

I flicked my ear at her and chirped again. "Sadly, I cannot help you there. Your environment is not a safe one today."

She slumped a bit, her scales pressing heavy to my neck. "Oh, I've gone royal, haven't I?" She opined, referring to the royal purple color her flesh would turn when her digestive cycle was active and normal instead of safe for prey like myself.

"Nearly." I confirmed as I trotted out to the kitchen. "But no worries, lots of game on the mountainside for you. Sadly, I'm not prey today." I started rummaging through the fridge to get the roast, some of the chilled vegetables, and the sauces needed for the banquet.

"You sure? I mean, I let you consume me, I think it's only fair!"

I knew that she was like this when in the transition period between her digestive phase and her safe phase. Her body naturally had a digestive cycle, wherein three quarters of the time she could safely swallow prey that would inhale the fluids her digestive system would secrete; these fluids were rich in the nutrients needed to sustain life for weeks, and she could hold her prey in her belly alive for extended periods of time. That was her safe phase. The remaining quarter of the time her body would flush out these safe, breathable fluids and replace them with typical stomach acid and saliva that would digest the prey. During the transition between these two phases - like what she was now - she got sly and aggressive about her hunger while also trying to be pleasant to lure me in.

I wasn't willing or interested in taking this risk. Since she'd just been reborn she could be transitioning into her safe phase, but it was more likely she was transitioning into her digestive phase, which meant any creature that she called a meal would not be reemerging unscathed when she was done with them.

"Sorry Leera, I'm not falling for that this time. Come on, we have a meal to attend to. You going to go out on a hunt?" I bowed down, spreading my wings and touching my beak to the kitchen floor; the intention was to have her slither off my body and head out to the foothills of the mountain we built our home into.

As I hoped, she released her tight grip on my wing bases and glided off my shoulder and onto the ground. It was odd seeing her like that, now that she was so much smaller than I was. Normally she was the only one of the twelve of us that was larger than I, but now her body was no thicker than my thigh, her length about six meters or so in length. She wasn't small, but she wasn't the monstrous size she usually was. "Yeah, I really need something to eat. I Think I'll be back in a few hours. Any chance I could get you to scout ahead, find a deer or gazelle or something for me? Make the hunt go a lot quicker."

When she was completely off my shoulders, I rubbed my beak. "I'm not sure. I really have to take care of this roast. Tell you what, let me season it, put it in the oven with a couple gems, then we can go hunting together. Mmkay?"

Her body coiled up into a tight ball with her head periscoping out of it as she nodded. "Of course. I'll go out on the balcony, mmkay?" She darted off through the grand hall and out onto the deck, her body gliding like a shimmer in the surface of the water as her dark earthy patterns glimmered in the morning light.

With her gone, I sat on my haunches and rubbed my talons together, warming the ademane glands in my wrist. I raised both front legs and started working on the meal with my physical magic. The massive Ulokar roast arose from the bowl it was in as a selection of spice shakers tossed specks of seasonings all over it. A grill popped out of my cupboard and lowered into a roasting pan before the roast laid down on it, now encrusted with a dozen flavors.

The kitchen tap turned itself on and the stream of water snaked its way up the side of the sink to fill the roasting pan, and another bunch of spices and ulokar stock turned the water a rich, salty brown. On the other side of the kitchen, two glowing hot ademane gems illuminated the inside of the oven as the door opened, a blast of hot air billowing out into the room. I levitated a few carrots and sliced them into thin discs before dropping them into the broth alongside a few equally thin celery segments. A sweep of my hand shut the sink off and lifted the roasting pan's lid to cover it, sealing it off and keeping in the juice and flavors.

Once the roast was taken care of, I levitated a few dozen large potatoes and telekinetically chopped them up into tiny cubes, leaving the skin on. The resulting pile of potato cubes swept up into a large pot, which came to rest in the sink under the tap, which I once again turned on. When it was full of water, I manually grabbed a box of salt and dumped some in, giving the potatoes some light flavor. with that done, I levitated it over to the stove and ignited the gem under the grill, leaving it to heat up. the water would be boiling and the potatoes would be nice and soft within the hour.

Beyond that, all that was left was the wine and appetizers, which was a lightly tossed salad with a tangy dressing. That could be done within minutes of my guests arriving.

Content with the results, I trotted out to the deck to see Leera with her head resting on the railing that lined the porch. her body was curled up beneath her as the light mountain air blew over her body. "Took you long enough." She joked. The entire preparation lasted perhaps five minutes.

"Next time I'll be having snake soup." I facetiously threatened. "I mean, I hear serpent meat is particularly tangy; I bet a slice of you would go great in a creamy chowder or mushroom soup."

"You wouldn't dare!" She mocked, jaw hanging open and tongue extended as far as it would go.

I pressed my chest to the ground with my rump up before pouncing on her, paws wrapped tightly around her neck. "You bet your tail end I would!" I lightly pecked and nuzzled at her cheek as her coils started wrapping around each of my legs, holding me in place. Even with her smaller than I was, her muscle mass and strength was enough to subdue me. "I worry I may have overestimated my hunger compared to yours."

Then, as a silly act of mockery, she opened her maw and clamped it down on my beak, the soft mauve flesh pressing against my cere - the flesh lining my beak - and her lips right between my eyes. "Never undereshthimathe a schthnake!" She mumbled through her open maw.

For a brief moment, I was a little worried she might actually go too far, so I lightly grabbed her upper and lower jaws to peel them off my feathers and beak, tiny pinpoints of blood forming around my cere. Regardless of how gentle she might be, she still had thousands of needle-sharp teeth lining her gums. "Actually, I think it's time to go on a hunt, darling, and I am not the prey today."

She yawned to realign her jaws before nodding. "Yeah, let's get this done." She darted off the side of the deck and down the steep slope of the mountainside, and I followed by spreading my wings and leaping high into the air.

It felt so very good to be airborne again. After the week of being grounded with egg in my womb, I felt liberated once again as the wind whipped my feathers. A few strong down-strokes had me gliding high before a warm thermal bubbled up under me to elevate me to the very highest I could go. Once I hit my stride, I allowed myself to float on the highest air currents and focus on the ground beneath me.

My keen eyes saw everything in the valley. My home was jutting out of the side of the Dagger to the Skies - the tallest mountain in all of Dalon - with the Cradle of Dalon wrapped around its foothills. To the north, the Cellitoke woods, where Ilorek and Valencia resided in the hundred meter tall grand cellitoke. Princess Talba and Prince Vaulix's castle was nestled between the foothills of the mountains on the other side of the valley, amidst a series of rolling hills. Far, far to the west, was the valley steps, dozen level waterfalls, and the thick forests that housed Yelena and Sanfrit both. I couldn't see it, but the valley on the opposite side of the Dagger to the Skies was where Olfrin, Luero, Keran, and Satsierra lived.

But for now, my goal was to find Leera some prey. The forest was pretty dense in on the slopes beneath our home, so finding a goat or mountain lion for her to eat was a bit of a challenge. I could see her, gently sliding her way over roots and between the trunks of trees, but there weren't any food items nearby in the bush - at least none that I could see.

So, with that hunting method a bit of a bust, I focused my attention at the Cliffside area to the north of our home. Rock-jumping goats would often hop from Cliffside to Cliffside, and they would make a perfect meal for Leera at that size. When she was her full girth and stature, she would need to eat a cow, an ulokar, or in some cases a pygmy elephant! As I stared, I saw some slight movement amidst the cliff side; the gray and white mottled fur of the goats a perfect camouflage against the speckled and striped slate of their habitat. Made it difficult for avians such as myself to hunt them, unless they knew exactly what to look at.

"North of your location. I See a herd of I think eight Rock-Jumpers." I advised, using our shared telepathy to communicate. I could see her swing her head to the side and wrap around a tree trunk, aiming towards the cliffs I was looking at.

"Over here?"

"Stay the course, my dear." I affirmed. Beneath me, I watched her slowly slither through the trees again, this time climbing up the slope of the mountain towards the bottom of the cliff face. When her earthy colors emerged from the treeline, I watched with a grin as her scales shifted in color to the same slate and gray camouflage that the goats wore on their pelts. With her new pattern, she inched her way up the side of the cliff, wrapping her body and coils around tiny crevasses and bumps in the rock face, gradually making her way up towards the goats.

When she got close enough to the nearest goat - one of the larger ones - she started flicking her tongue and bunching up her body in a tight striking pose. the goat had no idea she was there, because her scales and her patterns both made her blend into the rock nearly flawlessly. Had I not been watching her emerge from the treeline and move every step of the way as I glided in a circle above them, I never would have known she was there, either.

In a lightning fast motion, she struck at the goat and wrapped her jaws around its neck. All the other goats bounded away and kicked off the rock to disappear into the woods as she threw a series of coils around its body, constricting it tight. She had to be careful to angle the goat's head away from her body, because the three-pronged tips of his horns could stab right through the protective layer of scales that lined her length. The tighter she clenched, the more he kicked and bucked, resulting in him kicking off the clifftop and making Leera fall backwards to the ground below.

Luckily, the back third of her body length was tightly gripping at a rock a few meters down, so she was able to hold the goat in the air as the last bits of life drained out of him. When his kicking stopped, Leera loosened her coils and let its lifeless body fall to the ground at the foot of the cliff, where she immediately slithered down to meet him.

"Okay, you can stop watching, now." She said to me. Much as she enjoyed her eating habits, and as much as I did, she didn't like having me observe her; she considered the gorging she did to sustain herself undignified regardless of the fact it was natural. There was a reason she refused to eat with us when I was putting on a dinner party.

Still, I couldn't help but keep an eye on her as her jaws opened up to smother the dead goat's face, gently sliding down its body. I could see the horns pressing out against her throat as she slid her jaws in steps down the goat's form. A glint of her green eyes reflected off the midday sun as she caught me watching her, so I accepted her scorn before screeching loudly, my voice heard across the valley as I dipped my wing and dove back towards our mountainside lodge.

Upon returning to my porch, I preened and folded my wings, then hopped out to the landing strip to wait for her. The pleasant updraft whipped my feathers and ears for the next few minutes before I decided that I needed to baste and further prepare the roast and mashed potatoes. While inside, I used my magic to stir the pot, drizzle broth over the roast, and toss some dried garlic and basil to the boiling pot of cubed potatoes. I also added some crushed mint for that extra pizazz. Satsierra was fond of minty flavors, even in his savory dishes.

The preparation and testing of the meat took only a few minutes, so I quickly returned out to the deck where I waited for Leera. Consuming a whole rock-hopper goat would be quite the task for her - especially with the horns that could stab her esophagus if she wasn't careful - so I knew she wouldn't be back for a while. Maybe as long as an hour.

While waiting for my mate to return, I heard a flapping high in the sky. When I looked up, I saw Satsierra with his wings wide and Keran riding him on the back like a dragon mount. They landed on the porch next to me, and bowed in respect. Before I could so much as greet them I heard the snap of twigs in the forest beneath me. When I glanced down, I saw Yelena and Sanfrit both making their way up to my home with Leera slithering between them, a massive goat-shaped bulge a third of the way down her body.

We were ready for a meal. Only Luero and Olfrin remained absent, but that was fine with me.

After greeting my new guests, I went back inside, set the table, and sliced up the rare meat in ruby red strips. I blended the potatoes with cream and butter, and made a thick gravy with the broth. After serving everyone a glass of wine, we sat down at the table, with Leera by my side and coiled around the bulge of her meal while Satsierra and Keran nuzzled up against one another on one side, with Yelena and Sanfrit on the other.

"So, my friends, Talba suggested something that I think we'd all love. In our next lives, plunder on the high seas..."