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Guardian of the Saurians 02

"When you are ready..." Ceylon started, her voice booming and low now that she was so much larger. She squatted down and looked around her body to smile at Red, tail high to expose her droopy, pouty vulva and slick flesh; a gooey spatter of her pink-hued fluids sprayed from between her lips to soak his snout and chest, as clear an invitation as Red had ever tasted. "I am yours to explore, Red. Don't be shy. Enter me, and you will emerge a new raptor."

The raptor gulped heavily as he looked up at the imposing gryphon's body. He wasn't shocked that she could grow - of course she could, Ceylon was the goddess of transformation - but he was amazed at how easy it seemed for her. She'd gone from being about the same size as him to easily thrice that, with her hips directly at his eye height. Nervous, he looked around to see if there were any saurians in the area; he didn't want to be seen getting too excited, since he was a more reclusive raptor.

"Are you sure this will work?" Red asked. He wasn't unsure of himself nor was he worried about her sincerity or skill, but he was stalling, not yet ready to take the plunge into another creature's womb.

Rather than answer in a simple and straightforward way, she wagged her hips and pushed out a gentle stream of pink fluid from her lips, having it dive over her clit and just barely miss splattering on Red's snout. "Well, look into my mind, Red, I know you can sense truth and honesty in a person. Am I lying to you? Would I harm you? Would I risk the life of the last protector of the saurians? No, Red. No I would not." She shuffled back, still looking around her side and back at him, a grin curling up the sides of her beak.

Red smiled back, shifting his form so that he was standing straight up. He licked his snout and shuffled his talons forth on the hot sand of the beach until he was up next to her. "Are you ready?" He laid his hands on either of her rump cheeks, massaging at the base of her tail as he got a good look at her glistening vulva.

She flicked her tail tip down onto his back between his shoulders, puffy anus pushing out a bit as her lips puckered up and drooled female ejaculate down between her inner thighs. Her clit winked again, her back arching and exposing herself to him. "I'm ready, and I need you in me."

The raptor chirped playfully and leaned into her, feeling her weight and power in her haunches. He closed his eyes and licked at her folds, sucking clit and slipping tongue into her depths to get a taste. As expected, she was as tart and sweet as she was before, only this time it was clear she was relaxing because her lips parted with ease and weren't squeezing tight around his tongue. He nuzzled in deeper, feeling the meaty vuvla stretching and distending around his snout with ease.

The gryphon let out a long drawn out sigh of pleasure as she felt Red's muzzle slip into her. She was making an effort to relax and not clench her muscles, for fear of winking and pushing him out. "There we go, just, keep going!" Her hips twitched as she pushed back against him, forcing her canal to slowly swallow his face from lips to the brow of his nose before his eyes. The pressure felt so good, she couldn't help but whimper, a clit wink and vaginal contraction squeezing his maw shut, nearly forcing him out of her.

Luckily, Red could feel her reservation and the desire she had to remain relaxed. He knew that he wouldn't be able to enter her if he didn't force himself a bit, so he leaned into her with his claws digging in the sand for leverage as her walls squeezed around him. Luckily, he didn't have his tongue out to lap at her inner walls or he'd have bitten his tongue off! "Mrph!" He mumbled into her, the sound escaping his lips at the crook of his maw, the last place of his muzzle that wasn't smothered in gryphon pussy.

Despite her muscle contractions, she didn't quite push him out of her, but she did get a sudden wave of pleasure as her walls tightened around the scaly texture of Red's muzzle, resulting in another whimper and a flow of her slick fluids slipping in through his teeth and lips to rest on his tongue and down his throat.

Red nearly had to pull out, but kept pushing as best he could, the tender silken walls massaging the entirety of his muzzle. Her fluids were soaking the feathers on his brow, but he was okay with it. That's when he got an idea. The image of her rump up at his face made him close his eyes, allowing him to focus on the feelings, and it was heavenly to the raptor. Soft, velvet fleshy walls kept twitching and massaging him, but they still felt like they weren't quite loose and malleable enough. She needed to be warmed up a bit, even if her lips stretched with ease.

He slowly pulled out, leaving only the very tip of his snout between her out-turned lips, coaxing a whimper and a whine from the gryphon. He let out a deep, rumbling churr of assurance before thrusting his muzzle in her again, her vulva parting and stretching to accommodate the tapered length of his skull. Again, he slowly pulled out, then pushed back in, this time a little deeper and a little faster. The raptor used his entire head to please her, thrusting in and out, relishing in the sensations of her flesh sliding over him and holding him snug, only for him to pull out and feel the cold air of the surf tickling his snout.

Ceylon chirped and trilled at him, rocking back and forth in response to his facial thrusts, arching her hips and grinding back against his face with every motion. She was clearly enjoying herself quite thoroughly, which further made Red get excited and eager to please. The raptor enjoyed attention, sure, but he also enjoyed pleasing others. He was a protector, after all, and keeping others happy and content was as important to him as keeping them safe.

Red increased the vigor of his neck thrusts, darting forward and back to push his snout into her, every motion leaving her walls a bit more tender, a bit looser. Her muscles were quivering and shaking gently as she rocked her hips back and forth against his motions. Then, when he felt like she'd been warmed up enough, he pushed forward as hard as he could in one fluid motion, his hind talons digging into the sand for leverage. She, in turn, stopped thrusting and instead leaned back into him with one equally powerful force.

In a sudden but expected lurch, her distended pussy walls gave way, her lips stretching and sliding over his cheeks and forehead to clamp down around his neck. His foretalons grasped at the gryphon's powerful haunches as her pelvic muscles squeezed his throat. He could feel her lips tensing and meaty clit rubbing between his clavicles atop his chest. Rather than be freaked out, he relished the sensation of her soft, tender flesh snugly holding him in place. As he relaxed a bit, he could feel the gurgle of her belly not far off, accented by the gentle throb of her heartbeat. He could actually feel the pulses as her blood flowed to her nethers, squeezing him just a little tighter with each beat.

To his delight, she was relaxed enough this deep into her that he could open his maw to slip his tongue out and taste her walls, gulping her fluid down as best he could. He was still holding his breath - as a raptor he could do that for quite a long time - but he knew that eventually he would have to inhale those rosy fluids. He knew it would be uncomfortable, he knew it would be unpleasant, but he knew he had to do it.

After a gentle pause where he started gently feeling around Ceylon's hips and thighs with his hands, he found the tight flesh that was clamped shut around his neck, and he slipped his talons in alongside his head, using both of his innermost talons to squeeze and pinch at her clit, forcing her to clench tight. As she did it, he inhaled sharply, feeling the fluid travel through his nostrils and into his lungs, a stabbing pain erupting from his chest. He tried tugging to pull out, but that's why he'd massaged her clit, to ensure that he couldn't slip out.

The pain lasted only a few seconds before it died down into a warm, tingling feeling that filled his torso and slipped tendrils of pleasure down every limb. There was plenty of fluid coming from her depths - likely trickling out from her womb through her cervix - so he took another breath, only this time he felt the fluid sliding through his nostrils with ease, the rush of it filling his lungs no longer a pain but a dull pleasant sensation permeating his very soul. He also noticed that his breaths were greatly slowed down, only getting in a few breaths per minute as he relaxed, letting himself gett accustomed to the new environment.

The gryphon gently squeezed a few more time, tiny spurts of her fluid spattering on Red's chest as she leaned back, grinding her hips against his shoulders. She was keeping relaxed as best she could, forcing her lips to stretch and distend farther, knowing she had to get all of him inside her. Her chest lowered and her wings spread out, her rump end aimed up and tail up high above the raptor's body, hovering over him like a snake about to strike.

What Red didn't know at that time was that her tail housed a gullet all its own, with a maw at the end comprised of three jaws, each lined with teeth. Perfect for gripping prey - or anything, really. It was ready to grab him when the time came, but not yet. Instead, she bent her hind legs to lower her back end, a motion that applied more pressure to red's upper body, forcing him to tense up and resist her weight.

His claws were snug against his chest, talons prying at her plump vulva as he leaned into her. He could feel her flesh weakening and growing loose, the slickness of her walls allowing his form to slide and shift within her until, with one lurching squelch, her pussy lips distended far enough to slide over his shoulders and swallow his upper torso. He still had wings, but she was nearly too tight to allow that, so he started concentrating on the transformation needed to absorb the muscle mass, bones, and feathers into his back.

Slowly, as he morphed his form for her, he nuzzled deeper towards her womb, vaginal canal sliding over his flesh and pinning his arms to his chest, wrists folded over the base of his neck. He pushed and squirmed as much as her snug confines would allow him, the steady beat of her heart massaging him from snout tip to the small of his back. The copious sexual fluids she was secreting were dribbling down over his back, under his belly, around his slit, and eventually between his thighs, keeping him wet from head to toes.

An aching shudder traveled up and down Ceylon's form as she felt the raptor's wings melt under her tail, the scaled and feathered back growing smoother and slicker for her. She trilled and cooed a little bit, the sound reverberating through her body so that Red could hear it - in fact it was amplified, like that dull version of a person's own voice they only hear when plugging their ears - warning him of her arousal. She quickly sat down as far as she would go, her hungry lips swallowing Red to his hips, every feather along his spine tickling her flesh.

Red could feel her walls rumbling around him, her canal pushing down over him, her clit winking on his lower belly to squeeze his midsection. As he nuzzled into her tender walls, he felt a somewhat more firm rim of flesh ahead of him - her cervix - where more fluids were washing out from, filling the tiny cracks and crevices of her pussy between his scales and her silken walls. The entrance to her womb was open, gaping, and stretchy enough for him to prod his snout into it.

That was, until he actually got his tongue into her deepest depths. The moment he shifted into position, ready to be swallowed up by her womb, every bit of snug, tender flesh around him reversed its motion, pulling mostly off him until it snagged on his elbows, forcing his arms up above his head. Ceylon's powerful vulva were wrapped around his upper body, squeezing gently with each wink, a wave of vaginal contractions sucking him from chest to snout and fingertip, as though it was caressing a stallion to guide seed into her depths.

He had only a moment to contemplate the new position before she sat back down in a rough, violent push back against him, her lips slamming down on his hips, the underside of her tail gently caressing his furred spine as she waggled her hips back and forth, grinding against him. His entire form slithered back and forth, rubbing arms and snout and belly and shoulders against the quivering, slick flesh of her depths. He could feel his hands extended in front of him, the cervix wrappe tight just above his elbows.

It was the perfect opportunity for him. He kept nuzzling and licking at the tight rim of flesh that squeezed his arms as he clasped his palms together, clenching his biceps to widen his stance. The angle of his upper arms tugged on her cervix and pulled him in deeper with one, squelchy lunge. As he was shifting within her, he could feel her form shift and move, the angle of gravity shifting.

She was getting to all fours again, standing as high as she could with her belly down to the ground! Red could feel the tensing of her inner thighs moving as she took steps, the muscles pressed to his hips pushing from side to side, one half then the other. A moment later, he felt a soft, wetness smother his tail accentuated by the feel of a dozen tiny little clawmarks smothering the tip of it. It was unnerving at first, but as he flicked it around, he felt it to be similar to the vaginal walls that squeezed him snug.

Inside, he smiled and tried to laugh, only to have the fluid that filled his lungs render him unable to make a sound. That was okay, he still smiled and pulled himself in further, as deep as he could go. Before his hips fully popped into her birth canal, he felt her legs squeeze him tight, followed by the cool shock of water on his toes. It took him a moment to realize that his rear talons had been covered in sand, and she was cleaning him off, even as his tail and feet were dangling out her lady parts.

The slime that formed in the water when her lubricant hit the surface was fun to play with between his toes.

A moment later, there was a powerful lurch of her body as the peculiar feel on Red's tail swallowed more of him, the soft sheath of flesh reaching near to his hips. He tried kicking at it, but then heard a muffled voice rumbling through the gryphon's body.

"Fret not, Red. That is my tail, it will help you get inside me." She assured him.

Red chose not to question that. She was the Goddess of transformation, he didn't hesitate to think she could grow a maw in her tail. And as long as it was just helping to push him in deeper, he wouldn't complain or be worried. He braced himself as the teeth clenched down near the base of his spine, the powerful muscles squeezing every meter of his tail as it pushed. He kicked, he flailed, and he squirmed, but he also widened the position of his arms to anchor himself in her womb as his snout rubbed against the back wall of it.

Every motion he made slid his form a touch deeper; he moaned and nuzzled into the walls of her uterus as he felt her stretchy lips slide over his hips alongside his kicking and bucking; he was ready to disappear into her fully. Her muscles squeezed around him for a moment before relaxing, allowing his hips to lurch into her with one fluid motion. His scaled and feathered body rubbbed against her velvet walls with ease, his tail and legs squeezed together as her lips closed up, clit rubbing between his thighs with gooey, messy winks.

He continued to squirm, his spine slithering like a snake with every motion. He curled his torso up and folded his arms to his chest as the last of him disappeared into her cavernous birth canal. Once his hips had disappeared into her, he felt the sharp texture of Ceylon's tail maw release from the base of his tail and slowly slide off it. An incredibly deep purr rumbled up from his chest, more powerful thanks to the fluid that slid in and out of his lungs with every slow breath. His toes curled and his legs tensed up, thighs rubbing together with the aid of her copious fluids.

"Red, my dear, you are nearly done. Please be still a moment while I-" The deep muffled voice of the gryphon was cut off the same moment he felt the cold of the beach water against his toes. The added water made her opening incredibly slick - more so than before - just long enough for her tail to poke and prod at the underside of his talons. The pressure made him twitch and her clench, the pressure forcing him to rotate within her depths, the rest of his form slipping through her cervix to leave him curled up tight in the fetal position within her.

He could feel the opening to her birth canal slowly seal shut as the last of his tail slithered through it. Suddenly, everything stopped around him. The soft tender walls of her womb gently caressed him everywhere, the barrier of fluid making him feel like he was floating within her. As he shifted around, he felt a second cervix up higher than the first, but his mind was growing too complacent to take note. It felt like he was at the edge of a dream, his consciousness only partially lucid but still seeing visions of another world. The soft gurgling of her belly next to him and the beating of her heart seemed to fade away as the cloudy dream grew clear.

"What is this?" Red spoke to himself. To his shock, he could actually speak, which just confused him even further. As he blinked and tried to shake his head of the odd sensory input he was getting, he came to recognize the unclear scene. Before him, two bark weaves on a beach. He seemed to be floating above where he had been swallowed by Ceylon's womb. Was he dead? No, that didn't seem right.

"You're not dead, my dear. You are floating within my womb, curled up tight and comfortable. However, through a special form of telepathy that can only be accomplished when two beings share a body like this, I am able to speak to you. Nobody else will hear me when I speak to you, and nobody will hear you but me, but you will be aware of your surroundings." Her voice was wispy, but he could make out her words.

The raptor shifted in place, his tail curled up around his body and back around his neck, keeping him in the typical position of a hatchling still in an egg. Despite the flesh that smothered him, he felt floaty, like that magical brief moment between ascent and descent when in flight. It was wonderful. "So, you will let me see what you see? That's pretty cool, actually."

Ceylon giggled a bit and chirped one final time as she cleaned her front talons of the mess and sand. "Well, I would like to, yes. But if you'd like I can leave you in a dream-like state while you do your transformation. It's really up to you." She stepped out into the water, wings spread wide, ready to fly.

"For now, I'd like to keep an eye out, if that's okay with you."

"I thought you said your people didn't need you to watch over them all the time." Ceylon joked as she kicked off the ground, flapping her wings to gain altitude. The sand was still hot from the day, so the thermals billowed into the sky, giving her all the leverage her massive body needed.

Despite her flapping her wings, body squeezed tight around him, and the jerky motions of her flight, Red still felt like he was floating, and couldn't feel any of her motions around him. "They don't need me, but sometimes I feel like I need them. I enjoy their company. But, for now, I'd like to sleep for the night. It has been a long day."

"I can do that, yes. You will sleep when I sleep, wake when I wake. I will return to your den for the night if that is okay with you. We will sleep there." She kept flapping hard over the dense foliage of the Rockwood. Together, they passed over the east treeline and into the Scar of Sauria plains en route to the mountain range that Red called his home.

They could have spoken to one another due to the telepathic link that Ceylon offered Red, but both enjoyed the silence on the way there, too tired for idle chatter. Once they arrived, Ceylon landed heavily on the plateau that was Red's front lawn, folding her wings up tight to her bulging belly. Her form was much larger than when she last visited, so she barely fit on the plateau. She poked her head into his den, glancing around. "Red, dear, where is your nest? I would greatly like to sleep, and I don't want to invade your personal space."

"To the left, past the kitchen area. And it is fine, for now, my home is your home. Please make yourself comfortable. Can't have you getting all flustered with me in here. That could be disastrous!" His voice echoed with laughter in her mind as she trotted through his home, her sleek eyes catching every detail of the various rooms on the way there.

The moment she made it past the kitchen, she saw Red's simple nesting room. Against the opposite wall, a large cushion with raised sides and a blanket. She didn't need the blanket, but it looked comfortable enough. She used her talon to test its softness and found it to be quite squishy, so she hopped on, Rolling over onto her back with all four legs in the air and wings gently pressed out for balance. "I like it. You have good taste in nests." She complimented, rubbing her belly to keep his attention.

No response came. Though he was technically aware inside her, he was growing too emotionally fatigued to keep up. In his mind, he was already curled up in bed and dozing off. She sensed this from him and rolled onto her side with her belly bulging out between her legs, her wing gently extended to protect it as her eyes fluttered shut. Only a moment passed before they were both heavily dozing together, Ceylon with her head resting on the raised rim of the nest and Red coiled up within her.

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After many hours of sleep, Ceylon blinked and rubbed her eyes of the crusty mess that had accumulated there, licking her beak in anticipation of something to eat. "Red, dear, what do you nom around here other than fish?"

His response was delayed, since he was also just waking from sleep within her. "I have some fruit in the pantry, if you were interested. Do you eat fruit?"

Though she knew Red couldn't see, she nodded. "Yeah, I'm onmivorous, same as you. I'll eat anyone or anything, really." She hopped up off the bed and trekked towards the kitchen so she could pluck some fruit from the storage. She had to take slow, deliberate steps to ensure she didn't kick at Red's form with her knees. The gryphon had actually shrunk some during the night, making the raptor's body bulge her out even farther. That would change in time with his transformation. "No point in wasting the fruit. If you're going to be reforming in my womb, then the food would go bad in your absence. Your people may not need your undivided attention, but this will!"

Red agreed with her, but mostly just wanted to relax in his womb. His mind was still only tangentially linked to the world outside of the gryphon's reproductive tract, so while he was able to talk to the goddess through telepathy, his visions and grasp of the environment was cloudy and fuzzy at best. For that reason, he opted to keep silent as he relished the serenity of floating in her womb.

Ceylon understood this, so she patted her belly and decided to focus on other things mostly. She enjoyed the fruit, she checked out the raptor's home den, and eventually went out to the plateau out front, her powerful eyes gazing over the valley, the plains, the mountains, and the woodland. Her eyes were slightly better than Red's - she was a gryphon, after all, a different type of raptor than Red - so she could see just a little bit farther and a little bit clearer. In the distance, she could see the volcano island poking over the horizon, stabbing up from the sea as it smoked into the sky.

"Must be late." Red commented in her mind. "We must have slept through the rumbling of the volcano." He shifted inside her, making talon-shaped bulges in her flanks.

"I hope you don't mind. Yesterday was quite tiring for me. You're a heavy raptor, and transformation takes a lot of energy out of me. That's why I constantly need to eat."

The shifting stopped a moment. "I thought you were a goddess, one of higher power than the mortals. Don't you have unlimited power?"

Ceylon chuckled gently and used her wing to cradle the bulge in her belly. "Skies above, I wish. No. Do you mind indulging my expressive side?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly be able to resist or run away if I didn't. But no, I don't mind."

"I'm glad to hear it. Well, as long as you don't tell your people, my people, or any people, I have a confession. I'm no god. I'm not a diety. I have no divine powers, and I'm not beyond your moral powers. I'm just a gryphon who happens to know how to reverse the aging process. I'm very old, yes, but I'm not immortal. I'm magically powerful and have abilities no others have, but I'm not omnipotent. I was once a creature lesser than you. You were gifted long lasting life and transformation powers of your own, so you are already farther ahead than I was at your age." She closed her eyes and let the updraft of the mountain wind tickle her facial feathers. Her ears laid back against her neck and she smiled. "Does that make sense to you?"

Red's mind was still somewhat groggy, but he felt he understood, for the most part. "I think so. Yeah. So, you weren't born a goddess, you ascended into one?"

"You could say that, yes. I don't know any better ways to say it. Just remember that, and remember what I did for you this week. This transformation isn't just altering your body in the ways I've promised, I'm also gifting you with even longer life than you were granted by your true mother. You, my friend, will live a very, very long time."

"Oh. Thank you. If I could hug you, I would." Red's tone seemed somewhat confused. Neither excited nor disappointed. Ceylon's telepathic link allowed her to read his emotions, and she knew that he just didn't know what to say, so she dropped the topic and spent much of the day relaxing, staring over the cliff and watching the various parts of the Scar of Sauria.

The island pair was an especially beautiful and unique place to the well-traveled gryphon. She had seen ice-swamps, mushroom jungles, underwater caves, above-water coral forests, and all sorts of various combinations of fauna and flora in her life, but Red's haven for prehistoric peoples seemed special somehow. A well-preserved set of islands in the middle of a sprawling archipelago between Koluma and the Saurian continent to the east. Here, pits of tar still bubbled, volcanoes belched smoke and ash into the air, the woods were massive and firm, and the people didn't even speak the common tongue.

Red was right to defend and protect these people, and she respected him more for his personal sacrifices to ensure the island remained free of the modern civilizations that would certainly threaten it.

That night came quickly for both, and they happily curled up on Red's nest together, the gryphon's form curling around her belly to protect him, as he protected his people.

The following morning and every day for the week that they remained together, Ceylon was shaken awake by the distant rumble of the volcano, the same way Red had been every day of his life. Now, Red's form had visibly shrunk within her, his body smaller than it was when he went inside to match her body's reduction in size. Now, she could fly with ease, even as her body was constantly at work to transform the raptor within her.

Together, they flew down to the valley, where Ceylon decided to go on a hunt on her own. She needed food - meat - and Red's stock of fruits didn't last her that long since her metabolism had ramped up, since she was eating for two. While on the hunt, she was attacked by a pack of raptors, who nearly sliced her belly open. It wasn't the same pack as the one Red had hunted with, but they still looked familiar.

Due to her immense magic power, Ceylon was able to defend herself with ease, but she also had a bit of a temper and she nearly used that power to execute one of the raptors until Red's distressed voice pierced her mind, stopping her. She quickly hopped into the sky and flew off, apologizing for her temper. Red didn't feel anger at her - it was the law of the jungle, kill or be killed - but that didn't stop Ceylon from feeling quite guilty that she'd nearly ended a creature for wanting to eat; she needed food, same as the raptor, but Red stopped her because he could feel the anger inside her. He had offered an alternative by speaking to them in their tongue - they would have backed off if she'd done that - but the situation happened so fast she barely had time to think about a proper resolution.

She explained that her many centuries of life had rendered her short-tempered in many ways. She apologized thoroughly and repeatedly until Red finally convinced her not to worry. They made peace, and she went fishing instead, carrying a basket of meat up to the den for the night, where she gorged herself silly before curling up in the nest early.

The next day, she opted not to hunt in the valley, but return to the gryphon plateau to the west beyond the Rockwood. There, she spent her time from sunrise to sunset chatting with fellow gryphons. There, they didn't know Ceylon as a goddess, but just another of their kind. They didn't know of her power, so she had to hide the raptor inside her by using her magic to encase him in a large shell. That way they couldn't poke and prod and feel what was truly inside her.

The gryphoness didn't return to Red's den that night. Rather, she slept in her own nest, surrounded by dozens of other gryphons she knew. Red was also familiar with the gryphons of this mountain plateau, as he had visited many times in the past to understand the surrounding islands. He was even a particularly close friend of the canine gryphon known as Rein Bourne.

To Red's surprise, the following morning came to a rumbling start when he felt the volcano's daily awakening. He didn't expect to feel it this far away, but he did; it was weaker than it was on his mountain den, but he could still feel it.

As they returned back to the island, Ceylon saw a herd of dinos trekking across the valley from the northern shoes to the foot of the mountains. There were many young dotted throughout the herd, and as Red explained, they did that at the time of year when they were old and strong enough to leave the nest. They passed through the mountains and settled on the eastern shore, where they would then stay for the colder season.

Ceylon hunted again, this time careful to avoid saurian kind. She was getting sick of fish, but the mammal population was quite thin on the island aside from some mammoths and various other prehistoric beasts forgotten by the world. She didn't want to risk impacting the rare species, so she fished for as many of the massive specimens she could find, gulping them in one after another. She even struggled with an octopus that didn't want to be food; its tentacles were quite competent at sticking to her beak, achoring it as she swallowed!

Still, no sea creature could stand a chance against a hungry, gravid gryphon. Once she bit the tentacles off, the bulbous head went down easy and she slurped the appendages up one by one.

The gryphoness was quite full, both of Egg and food, so she launched herself into the sky, using the wind currents and warm thermals to her advantage, even though it wasn't quite buoyant enough to keep her afloat without flapping. She strained her wing shoulders as best she could, pushing the air down with a vigor she didn't know she had. Normally, she'd have just used her magic to elevate the wind and keep her buoyed, but all of her magics were focused on the raptor within her, so she had to use just her muscles and her knowledge of flight from before her immortal power.

Though the trip took many hours, Ceylon did finally make it back to Red's den in the mountains, but she didn't go inside. Instead, she slumped down in a pile on the plateau, panting and wheezing.

"Are you okay?" Red asked her, his voice sounding far off and distant to the gryphoness.

"I am fine, thank you." she answered as she huffed. Since she wasn't actually vocalizing the words, she was able to answer without pausing between each labored breath. "Just exhausted."

"That is good. You seem quite tired. Perhaps we should snuggle up on my nest?" Red suggested as he shifted inside. He was still floating, but ever since the trip to the gryphon isle, he was encapsulated in an egg, and no longer felt the comfort of her flesh on his.

Ceylon rolled onto her belly, righting herself. "I will when I'm ready. For now, I'm going to re-" Her train of thought was cut off mid-sentence as she felt a powerful contraction rock her body, squeezing on her egg-laden uterus, a gentle flow of fluids erupting from under her tail. Once her body relaxed again, she resumed her thought. "I'm going to get some rest, but I think you may be coming a bit quicker than I initially thought."

"Is that a good thing?" Red asked, a slight hint of worry in his mind's voice. He had seen the result of hatchlings before their birth, and it wasn't a fat he was ready to succumb to.

"Oh, it's fine, it just means the transformation didn't take as long as I initially expected. Your natural predilection for transformation within your people must have reacted well and accelerated the process. If my body is saying it's time to come out, then it's time to come out." She took in a long, deep breath and smiled as the mountain breeze whipped her feathers, her mind drifting to the pleasure of the egg-lay and the subsequent relief she felt when her body went back to normal size and proportions.

Red felt his own heart start to race as he imagined what it would be like to be laid. He was ready to be reborn, to hatch anew as a brand new raptor. It excited him, but he couldn't properly express himself since, just as her second contraction squeezed her womb, he felt his mental connections detach from her. He could still feel her emotions - primarily the euphoria of laying an egg - but he could no longer communicate with her or hear if she was speaking to him. The egg was clearly ready to slide out her birth canal.

Ceylon shifted and rolled to her feet, her birth canal leaking fluids like a crack in a dam. She could feel the warmth of her gooey lubricant running down her inner thigh as another contraction rocked her. They were getting closer together, she didn't have much time, and she needed to go back to the nest if she wanted Red's first images after hatching to be of a comfortable, pleasant location.

She waddled over into his den, leaving a slimy trail behind her as though she was a massive slug. Amidst another contraction, she felt a massive lurching sensation as the egg within her shifted, the thinner end of it resting within her cervix. That feeling was quite uncomfortable, a deep and dull pain accented by the idle pleasure of the textured enamel on the quivering flesh of her vaginal walls. Still, she knew what it meant and that excited her. In all her years, one of the greatest pleasures she had was that physically empty but emotionally fulfilled sensation that tickled her womb after an egg passed through her.

The large orb shifted again, pushing against her cervix to stretch her flesh wide, the very tip of it nearly poking out from between her swollen, ready-to-lay vulva. She quickly clamped the base of her tail down to hold it in place as she squeezed her pelvic muscles as tight as they would go; she didn't need the egg to slip out of her too quickly, for fear of tearing. Though she was quite adept at magical healing, it wasn't energy she wanted to waste if it wasn't necessary.

As she waddled farther, another contraction squeezed her womb and shifted the egg again. Luckily she was expecting it, and she stopped in her tracks to flex her pelvic muscles to the best of her ability. She clenched with so much force she actually felt the textured enamel shell slide all the way back into her womb, cervix closing around the tip of it again.

With this added allowance of time, she quickly hopped through his den, kitchen, and his nesting room to hop up onto the side of his bed. She then kicked off the floor - a gooey mess of birthing fluid splashing out from between her hind legs to land in a puddle behind her - to roll on the bed, ending up on her back. All four of her legs were up, back legs spread and raised, with front talons folded on her chest; her tail was curled in a wide oval to catch the egg once it burst from her womb.

She was ready.

But she wasn't planning on just pushing this egg out. No, Ceylon enjoyed this part, so she wasn't going to waste an opportunity to please herself while she passed the egg. If nothing else, the tingle of an orgasm actually pooled more blood in her nether region, making the skin more pliable and stretchy. She would please herself, and if she had to make up excuses to do it that weren't just 'because she was a perv who got off to laying eggs', she'd do it!

As another contraction clenched every muscle in her abdomen with more force than any prior event, she brought her talon down to her soaking wet, swollen lips, peeling the skin back to expose her clitoris. She gave it a gentle squeeze and rubbed at the underside of the nub, every idle motion sending a shock of pleasure through her birth canal and into her spine, the sensations standing her feathers on end.

She threw her head back and gaped her beak open, chest heaving as her body squeezed against the blunt end of the egg again, forcing it to shift and rotate inside her, the textured shell rubbing against her vaginal walls. Her toes curled in pleasure as she bent her knees up to her sides, talon still between her inner thighs to pinch and poke at her clit. Her digits explored downward to feel her distended vulva thanks to the crowning of the egg, rubbing idly where the taut flesh met the curved surface of the egg.

The gryphon licked at her own beak as she smirked, curling her talon upwards to stab at the underside of her clit, digging it into the flesh. Most of the time, such an aggressive puncture would have been quite unpleasant, but Ceylon loved to feel a little pain in her clit when her pussy was being roughly stretched or penetrated. The combination of sensual friction and sharp stabbing was a wonderful feeling, and she didn't get to enjoy it too often, so she tugged at her engorged clit with her sharp talon, her free hand caressing her stretched pussy lips.

Inside her, she felt a familiar lurch followed by another violent contraction that made her curl upwards with a pained avian screech. Her hind paws squirmed as the talons were pushed out, the egg pushing heavily against her inner thighs. Red's shell was almost as big in diameter as her torso, and though it was still soft when inside her, the moment the enamel touched the cool dry air of the den, it hardened and kept its shape. That meant that, since it was crowning and the end of it was poking out between her legs, she couldn't push it back in, despite the fantasies she had about doing that.

Once the contraction receded, she took in a long, deep breath so that she could manually push on it, grunting and moaning and rubbing her sensitive flesh. The sensation of the thick egg stretching her birth canal gave her a deep pleasure that made her cry out again in ecstasy, her entire body squirming, hips pressing up against her exposed talon to grind her clit against the sharp end of it.

"Come on Red!" She called out, pushing down as hard as she could on the massive egg. She felt the bulge of it straining against her cervix, threatening to push her uterus out with it, so she paused a moment and let the egg rest. As she looked down over her belly, she chirped happily, seeing that about one third of it was out. Her lips were stretched wide, so taut that she wouldn't be able to get her talon in between her vulva and the shell even if she forced it.

She tapped at the curved surface of it, dragging the tip of her claw along the textured shell, giggling as she felt a knocking coming back from within. Red could hear her, and was likely enjoying the sounds and sensations of her pussy squeezing down around the egg.

Another powerful contraction - this one harder than any that came before it - tensed every muscle up from her chest to her pelvic region. She could feel her flesh sliding and slipping against the egg's solid surface, the copious amounts of fluid leaking from her lips, coating the egg before sliding off in a sloppy puddle at the base of her tail. She stabbed at her swollen clit again, twitching her talon back and forth to send sharp streaks of hot pain through her nethers and around either side of the bloated egg.

The gravid gryphon did her best to roll over onto her belly, her hind legs bent in a squat with one front leg holding her torso up as she kept squeezing, pinching, and tugging at her own flesh with her talon. The extra sensations from her vigorous claw-rubbing coupled with the unique stretching sensation of the egg allowed one final push and contraction combo to force the egg out in one massive lurch.

Ceylon screeched in pain as the thickest part of the egg burst through her cervix and plowed through her birth canal, a sharp pain slicing through her depths before finally depositing the egg in the nest, her flesh sagging and slowly returning to normal form as she kept rubbing herself. Idle spurts of lubrication and female ejaculate splashed against the side of the egg as she stepped forward, her vulva and clit winking like a mare with her tail raised high. The cool air tickled her sensitive flesh, the walls still gaped wide. Her muscles rhythmically pulsed, closing her birth canal until the walls collapsed upon themselves and a soft, wet squelch escaped her depths.

Without thinking about it, her chest started rumbling in a purr that rose to a trill as she looked back over her shoulder to the egg that laid in the nest behind her. She smiled and slouched down with one hind leg raised as she licked at her pussy lips, cleaning herself of the mess that the egg and following birthing fluid that dribbled out from her womb.

Once she was done, she got back to all fours and stretched out each of her hind legs, regaining muscle control in her hindquarters. The girth of the egg had cut off some of her blood flow, and now everything from her hips down had gone numb, the stabbing of dozens of needles piercing her flesh. Her first few steps wobbled a bit, but as she padded around the nest, keeping her side to the egg, she gradually felt the sensitivity in her hind paws return.

The gryphon leaned into the egg and pressed her beak against it, nuzzling it a bit and letting it rock to the side. She could feel the gentle swaying of Red and the fluid inside, but she could tell that the egg itself had a few days of incubation before the transformation would be complete. Though she could telepathically link with Red again if she truly wanted, she wanted to let him feel this on his own. Time would pass faster for him if he wasn't fully alert within the egg. She didn't want for him to be bored while he waited for the final changes in his body to complete.

Her body. When Red emerged from the egg, he would no longer be male. If he wanted to breed with his people, some sacrifices needed to be made.

Ceylon smiled and sidled up next to the massive egg, fluffing out her feathers to keep it warm as she extended a wing and covered it. She couldn't quite sit completely on top of it due to its size, but she could certainly coddle it.

She could still feel a gentle, tingling pleasure coursing through her sensitive vaginal walls, and that made her want to please herself again, but she was too tired for that. Between struggling against the sky as she flew back to the den and the exhausting, drawn out process of passing the egg, she just didn't have any energy left in her. She had deposited much of her transformation power into the egg as she could offer. Now, she would have to pause and wait for the food in her belly to recharge her.

In the mean time, she would be more than happy to lay her head down on her talons, wing wrapped around the egg as she passed into sleep.