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Dragons of the Egg

Ithilwen rifled through her satchel, looking for some jerky or ulokar pepperettes to eat. She had recently departed the port city of Uriel on her quest for the Eye of the Cat, but her exit had been less than ideal as far as she was concerned. The canine's pet gryphon - a medium-dog sized shapeshifter by the name of Ceylon - had recently come into her heat cycle and was being a bit of a pest by presenting herself and lifting her tail to any avian, equine, or canine in town. Ithilwen couldn't be bothered with dealing with taking care of Ceylon's sexual needs, at least not in the presence of hundreds of others, so she slipped out through the underground to exit the city before Ceylon became too horny.

There, Ithilwen did what she could with the aid of her tongue, fingers, and fist to satisfy Ceylon. Things seemed fine and her pet seemed pacified, but given the commotion that had been stirred up in the marketplace, Ithilwen felt it was time to leave. She had stocked up on arrows, food, and healing supplies before leaving town, so she knew that she would be taken care of.

Ceylon was ahead of her on the path, pouncing on bugs and chasing butterflies while she waited for Ithilwen to catch up. She wasn't on a leash, because Ithilwen didn't believe in putting binds on such a majestic creature unless it was absolutely necessary, such as when they were in town and Ceylon needed to be reined in before she found the stables and lifted her tail to the stallions.

As usual, the pet gryphon was straddling the line between that of a domesticated feral and the mythical beast she was, by alternately pouncing and snapping her beak at the fluttering insects, and shooting balls of fire or ice when she failed to catch them. Every little thing Ceylon did reminded Ithilwen how lucky she was to have the gryphon, since Ceylon was powerful beyond belief. Though tiny, innocent looking, and cute, Ceylon held immense magical powers that kept both her and Ithilwen safe at all times, something Ithilwen was happy to take advantage of.

The gryphon was Ithilwen's pet, but also her bodyguard, which had emboldened Ithilwen in their year together. It mattered not what sort of trouble Ithilwen got herself into, Ceylon's presence had kept her safe. She had gotten in trouble with pirates, nearly been captured by bandits, held at the edge of a blade by rambunctious treasure hunters she'd beaten to some treasure, and almost raped by a herd of stallions, and every time Ceylon had jumped in to save her through the use of magic of any sort.

Ithilwen's good luck charm never failed, and that had strengthened their bonds together.

"Don't go too far ahead, Cey." Ithilwen cautioned. Regardless of how well their spirits had bonded, Ceylon was still notoriously bad for wandering off or chasing after shiny objects if it looked appealing. Easily distracted. As it turned out, there was a good reason one called gryphons bird brained.

Ceylon perked her head up and raised every feather along her body to look big and cute, but then went right back to 'playing' with the mantis she found on a nearby fern. Typical Ceylon behaviour, and Ithilwen knew better than to chastise her pet or get angry, for that only seemed to drive the gryphon away. Such transgressions were very hard to compensate for, and the more she upset her pet, the poorer her luck. Best to not mess with what she knew to be true. A year of consistency bred self confidence.

The two of them remained heading north along the rocky cliffs and fields, never straying far from one another for the hours leading up to nightfall. To their left, the northern shores along the Orin Strait, two hundred meters down over steep, jagged cliffs. To their right, the tropical basin of north Farragouth, down a dozen meters from the plateau ridge between them.

Though Ithilwen had a week's worth of jerky and cured ulokar sticks, she felt that it was in her best interest to hunt and eat the first rabbit she saw bounding between burrows under the rocky, mossy expanse. "Tsst, Ceylon." She hissed at her pet, the sound she'd used to train the gryph to come to her immediately. Ceylon did what she was told as Ithilwen slowly grabbed a regular arrow from her quiver, notching it in her bow as she watched a rather large, muscular looking rabbit that was nervously glancing around to make sure no hawks were about.

Ithilwen couldn't be entirely sure, since male and female rabbits looked identical from this distance, but she hoped it was a male and not a female. More meat, no dead babies if it turned out it was a mother - which was likely given the time of year. She took in a long, deep breath before slowly exhaling and letting loose the string of the bow. The arrow lanced its way over the uneven ground, rocks, moss, and grass pierce the rabbit through the neck, pinning it go the ground, killing it instantly.

"Yes." She said with a pump of her fist. "Ceylon, go get it." She put the bow back away as her pet bounded over the rocky plains to retrieve both the rabbit and the arrow - which would be easily sharpened and reused. This was going to be delicious, but she knew that if she wanted it to be the most succulent it could be, she would need to skin it and eat it as quickly as she could.

After surveying the lay of the land, she came to realize that it was best to bunk up for the night. The sun had set, the sky was mostly dark blue with an orange glow peeking up over the western horizon. There were some clouds in the sky over the ocean, with two massive moons illuminating the land, but what concerned her most was the thick, dark storm clouds hovering to the southeast over the tropical basin. That storm could barrel over her and Ceylon any time, so it would be best to camp now.

Ceylon brought the dead rabbit back in her beak, blood dripping onto the grass over the tip of the arrow head. She seemed proud, as her tail was snaking and slithering out behind her while her ears and feathers were standing on end, and her wings were partially spread.

"Good girl." Ithilwen complimented her pet, lightly peeling it out of Ceylon's beak. She grabbed the rabbit by its hind legs and slit its throat, draining it of the blood before tying it up at the end of her bow, which she draped over her shoulder. "Very good girl. Come on, we gotta find some shelter before the light is completely gone." She pointed forward, as if to guide the gryphon ahead.

As usual, her pet seemed to perfectly understand her. Ceylon quickly turned and leapt into the sky, wings spread to catch a light sea breeze. With a few powerful flaps, she was high in the air, scanning the nearby area for a place to rest their heads. After only a few minutes with Ithilwen following on foot, Ceylon landed nearby and leapt up to Ithilwen, grabbing her master by the wrist and tugging her towards the basin. This meant she found a place, and that Ithilwen should follow.

"Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming. Let's go." Ithilwen said, wrenching her arm from Ceylon's grasp. The two of them hopped down over ridges, through pathways, and onto the lower levels before being introduced to the gaping hole of a nearby cave. As Ithilwen understood it, the caves were a whole hive of interconnected pathways dancing throughout the raised plateau. Some of the paths came out on the side of the basin, others came out on the side of the ocean, and many of them were interconnected. Knowing that, she knew she had to be very careful, not venture too deep, and depart first thing the following morning. The less time she spent in it, the better.

Once inside the cave, Ithilwen took in a long and deep breath, noting the slight muskiness mixed in with the earthy aroma that surrounded them, a further indication that they should tread lightly. It smelled like another creature may have been a few layers deeper in the cave, but it was either this or get stuck in a torrential downpour. Given Ceylon's efficiency as a lucky charm to her, she was quick to decide that she was better off facing the dangers of the depths than the persistent discomfort of the rain.

Ceylon could fight off a dragon; she couldn't stop the rain.

"Come, sit." Ithilwen commanded as she got to her knees, stabbing the ground with the end of a stick. She had collected some kindling and wood for her bonfire, as well as all of the necessary amenities needed to roast the rabbit, so all she needed to do was ignite the flame and skin her food.

Mere minutes later, with the help of Ceylon's magic, the two of them sat on either side of a well contained, low-heat bonfire with a whole rabbit on a spit above it. Ithilwen had mostly stripped down aside from her panties and sash, since the bonfire kept them warm. Ceylon had been given the skull, tail, and guts to eat after they'd been carved out and lightly roasted, all of which she'd been gnawing on for the duration of their stay. With only the rabbit skull left, she was plucking at the eyes and brains.

A flash that split the sky followed by a booming thunderclap startled Ceylon enough that the gryphon leapt up over the fire and into Ithilwen's lap, nearly knocking over the spit roast in the process. She shivered and shook, whimpering and chirping low as her tail curled up around her. Mere seconds later, the clouds opened up and dumped a torrential downpour on the basin, barely missing them.

Ithilwen held her close while slowly shaking her head. "Really, Ceylon? You command the very skies, and you're startled by a little bit of thunder? Kind of sad!" She gave her pet a gentle scritch down her back and between her wings, preening and rubbing gently as another, kinder thunderclap boomed through the basin in the distance. Every few seconds, the sharp cut of lightning could be seen through the rain, lancing down into the jungles followed by a crisp snap of thunder, eliciting more snuggling.

Ceylon was quite comfortable on Ithilwen's lap, well protected by her master. She slowly rolled onto her back with all four paws up exposing her belly, which naturally encouraged Ithilwen to go ahead and give that a rub, too. The gryphon started kicking her hind legs as though she were a dog, lightly twitching and chirping in delight the more Ithilwen rubbed and massaged, the attention helping her to forget the storm and relax with her master. No sounds of thunder stressed her as she was rubbed.

Though her pet was not presenting or acting horny in the least, Ithilwen did catch a glimpse of Ceylon's thick, puffy lips, all moist and swollen from her heat. After all the trouble Ceylon had caused in town - the kind of trouble that had driven them beyond the walls - Ithilwen wasn't feeling generous towards Ceylon, but that didn't stop her from walking her fingertips down the gryphon's belly towards her hind quarters. When Ceylon chirped and glanced up, Ithilwen playfully rubbed her beak and returned her palm to between her pet's hind legs, two fingers finding the plump mound of clit flesh.

That simple touch made Ceylon arch her back and tense up, hindquarters flexing to press herself up into Ithilwen's digits. Her clit winked and her depths pushed out a tiny bead of moisture from her sex, a bead that quickly soaked into her rump before making it to the base of her tail. When Ithilwen stopped rubbing, Ceylon chirped and trilled with her feathers all standing on end and puffed out.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disappoint." Ithilwen joked as she stared into her pet's blue eyes and slid two fingers in between the swollen lips, parting the flesh and exposing the bright ruby red of the gryphon's depths. "You are really deep in your heat, aren't you?" She commented, curling her fingers and tensing her wrist to better massage the most sensitive points inside the gryphon's pussy.

Ceylon splayed out and spread her hind legs, flopping her head back over Ithilwen's other wrist as her tail snaked and swished out below the both of them. She was content, satisfied, and aroused.

Ithilwen knew that there really was no limit to how generous she could be with Ceylon when her pet gryphon was in heat, for Ceylon's body shifted and twisted to fit whatever it wanted. She had fisted her, used toys on her, and once even locked the little gryphon in a stable with a half dozen horny stallions just to satisfy her lust, and nothing seemed to be too much. After that event with the stallions, Ceylon came out with a belly so bloated it dragged along the ground while her sex oozed a trail of stud cum everywhere she walked for days. That was a very interesting weekend.

Because of their history, Ithilwen felt comfortable rubbing her entire hand up and down Ceylon's long, droopy lips, coating her palm, fingers, and everything else past the wrist with Ceylon's silken natural lubricants. Just as she made a tapered point with all fingers and her thumb meant to gently part the gryphon's pussy she noticed something new emerging from Ceylon's tail tip.

The very end of the gryphon's tail looked like it had been flayed open, carved into three equal flaps of flesh all converging in the middle. She couldn't make everything out in the dim light of the bonfire, but from what she could tell it looked like it was a set of snake jaws, and the closer she looked, the better she saw what she thought was four rows of teeth per jaw. It was more than a little alarming, but she didn't want to react to it, so she kept rubbing and gently pressing her converged fingertips past Ceylon's malleable lips, grinding and twisting to better rub her knuckles against her pet's pleasure spot.

Ceylon trilled again and arched her back to push into Ithilwen as hard as she could, her lips swallowing her master to the wrist with an audible squelch, one that could be heard even against the backdrop of a crackling fire and a rumbling storm all accented by the pouring rain pattering on leaves. Her tail curled around Ithilwen's upper thigh before slipping up into her groin, two of the jaws pinching together to peel the panties to the side, exposing the canine's blue-fleshed sex.

Ithilwen's heart jumped into her throat as adrenaline flowed throughout her, breaths quickly growing ragged as her mind raced. She had no idea how to respond to this and was a little concerned that it might have not been safe for her, but at the same time she definitely wanted to see what Ceylon had in mind for her, so she bit her lip and spread her legs, further exposing her loins to her pet.

However, just as the three jaws all pressed up against her groin - one between her legs to cover her rump while the other two were over her lap and pressed between her upper thighs and hips - a sound from deep within the cave startled the gryphoness. Ceylon pulled her tail maw away from Ithilwen as she hopped away, prepared to fight for her master. In that brief moment, Ithilwen saw what looked like three forked tendrils all slurping back up into the end of the closed tail maw.

That looked promising and exciting, but whatever Ceylon sensed was clearly a higher concern.

Ithilwen quickly tossed some of her clothes back on before Following Ceylon deeper into the caves, a burning stick with a torch tip lighting the way. "Ceylon, come here." She said while snapping her fingers and trying to coax her pet back to the bonfire. "Don't you make me chase you."

But Ceylon was clearly fixated on something. The gryphon's body was sleek and low to the ground, every feather and strand of fur flat against her body. Her tail stuck out stiff as a stick, and her ears were twitching and shifting thrice a second to properly get a feel for the surrounding area. She chirped once and raised her head to catch the echo, surveying the layout of the caverns around them.

"Impressive." Ithilwen marveled, chuckling lightly to herself as she followed Ceylon ever deeper into the caverns. She wasn't scared, but she was definitely on edge as the image of their bonfire grew smaller and smaller against the silhouette of the cave opening. Once they turned a corner, all that was left was the darkness smothering the two of them and the faint patter of rain in the distance.

Deeper and deeper they went, with Ceylon pausing every minute or so to chirp and listen to the echoes. They turned and they delved deeper until Ithilwen was certain that she was lost. Ceylon would get her out - this much was certain - but that didn't mean Ithilwen wasn't utterly lost in the labyrinthine cave system that her pet had dragged her down.

Then, as the canine was about to sternly insist that they go back to the cave opening, another clack could be heard echoing through the caverns, drawing them down one final corridor into a bowl shaped room. From the entrance, they couldn't see anything except the sloped area closest to them, but that didn't stop Ithilwen from sliding down the embankment with her torch out forward to ensure she didn't fall down a cliff or run into any dangerous locals.

When she and Ceylon made it to the bottom of the pit, they were greeted by a truly gorgeous sight. Three scaled dragon eggs, one made of gold, one made of silver, and one made of jade, all nestled in together and surrounded by what looked like charcoal and burnt twigs. This conjured a feeling of unease deep in the pit of Ithilwen's stomach. "Ceylon, we should really go before the mother comes back, don't you think?" Though her words were dire, part of her genuinely believed that the eggs themselves weren't real, but carved of pure gold, silver, and jade. Part of her wanted to take one of them, hide it in her satchel, and then leave the cave immediately. Make some money off it.

However, the decision was taken from her when Ceylon leapt forward and nestled down on the eggs like a mother hen tending to her clutch. She wiggled from side to side while chirping and trilling. Her tail curled up under her as all three of the jaws widened to grab at the golden egg.

Though Ithilwen wanted to chastise her pet, to tell Ceylon not to do whatever it was she was doing, she was more curious than anything else. As such, she tilted her head and waited to see what happened next. This tail maw was new to her, and she still had much to learn about Ceylon's unique, yet ever-changing anatomy.

Ceylon's tail plucked the golden egg out from under her fluffed out belly, shifting and biting at it so that the thin end was aimed right at where the three jaws converged. The gryphon's tail maw then closed around the egg's girth, squeezing it and forcing it through her tail's length, leaving a massive bulge that traveled up the spine towards her torso.

"Alright, that's enough." Ithilwen scolded as she reached out towards the base of the gryphon's tail to ensure the egg didn't go all the way in.

But Ceylon wasn't in the mood to be told what to do. She leapt away and bounded off the rounded walls of the cave, giving chase to Ithilwen before bolting off into the same pathway that led them to the cave, leaving her master and the two remaining eggs in the middle of the charcoal nest.

Ithilwen paused for a moment, hovering over the jade and silver eggs while she pondered what she would do with them. Ceylon already stole one of the three, so it wasn't like it was going to make it worse to take the other two. She snatched the jade and silver eggs before scrambling back up the side of the walls to catch up with Ceylon, who had disappeared into the caves but was chirping to lead the way.

As Ithilwen followed, her pet toyed with her by pausing and waiting for her to catch up before darting off again. The canine was fast, but not as fast as Ceylon. As such, she never did catch up, but did catch glimpses of the hideous, misshapen bulge in the gryphon's tail as it was slowly being swallowed up the rear's esophagus. By the time they made it back to their makeshift camp, where Ithilwen's clothes and supplies lay, the bulge of the egg was half consumed at the end of Ceylon's torso.

"Alright, I think it's time for you to let go." She insisted as she finally caught up to her pet, who had laid down comfortably next to the crackling bonfire with her hind end up like a cat, tail curled over her hindquarters and plump lips once again exposed. "You really should let go of that, before it hatches or something. Whatever." She reached out to grab at Ceylon's haunches, hoping to squeeze the base of her tail to force the egg back out, but at that exact same moment her pet grunted and bared down, swallowing the entire scaled sphere in one lurching gulp, leaving her with a noticeable belly bulge.

Ceylon glanced back with a gaped beak, grinning smugly as her feathers moved in content waves, hind legs shifting from side to side as her clitoris winked. She was content, full, and happy once again with the massive egg resting heavy against her abdominal wall. Once it was comfortable and it found its way into her depths, she turned and leapt over the bonfire again to land on Ithilwen's lap, purring and cuddling and nuzzling up to her master, acting innocent like nothing had happened.

Exasperated, Ithilwen contentedly petted Ceylon, slowly shaking her head. "You're lucky you're so cute and sexy, you mischievous little gryph-mare." After that, she decided it was time to eat and head to bed, so she peeled the meat off the rabbit bones, enjoyed her game, and curled up on the cave floor with Ceylon nestled up next to her, discernible belly bulge pressing out against Ithilwen's palms. The storm raged beyond the cave, soaking the tropical basin amidst the sound of pattering rain and the reverberating booms of thunder.

She wasn't worried about dragons. Ceylon would save her.

The next morning, Ithilwen was woken not by the crashing boom of thunder or the flash of lightning, but by the faint yet pleasant aroma of Ceylon's plump lips emanating her estrus scent.

She shifted in place while still groggy, only to be jerked fully awake when he paw landed in a puddle of gryphon juices. "Oh, wow. Someone's needy." She grumbled to herself as she flicked her hands off and dried her palm against her chest. The scent clung to her, which was quite pleasant regardless of how intense it was. She then reached out and gently grabbed at Ceylon's tail, pulling the gryphon's hind end towards her so she could gently lick at her lips.

Ceylon didn't resist. Instead, she shifted her weight and dipped her spine to better expose herself under the tail, plump ebony lips and all. This gave Ithilwen all the invitation she needed to shift in place, coming to lay on her back while patting her chest to incite Ceylon to hop up.

As commanded, the gryphon chirped and leapt up onto Ithilwen's belly and turned until her lips were hovering just over top of her master's snout. She nestled in, body comfortable between Ithilwen's breasts while her tail curled up under her neck for added comfort. She trilled and chirped and purred, kindly exposing herself to ensure she got the attention she deserved, needy due to her lingering heat.

"Fine, fine. I'll take care of you again, but when we're done, we gotta work on getting that egg out of you, if that's even possible." She didn't know if the tail went to her belly or not, or if it was made out of materials that could be digested; none of that mattered, though, for it was far more valuable not inside her pet than it would be sloshing about in a gryphon's belly.

However, as Ceylon squatted down on Ithilwen's face, she grunted and winked and pushed out the flesh of her sex enough that it gaped on its own - as if she were trying to lay an egg - which revealed a golden glint deep inside among the folds of soft pussy flesh that shifted and pulsated.

In that brief moment before Ceylon relaxed again, Ithilwen figured it all out. That glint was the blunt end of the golden scaled dragon egg, and the tail wasn't a maw, but another birth canal that could bite or suck up whatever it wanted. Ceylon adored being stuffed with rocks or fists or the flares of stallions, so it made sense that, in time, she'd find a way to force things into herself without the aid of a partner. She had somehow changed her body to use her tail as a passage to her womb!

"Clever girl." Ithilwen said with a smirk, genuinely impressed with her pets shapeshifting ingenuity as well as her own ability to figure it out. Despite the pride she felt, however, she still had to find a way to get the egg back out of Ceylon, since it not only seemed imperative to the gryph, but beneficial to her since it could be sold for some hefty coin. Or, if it turned out it was fun to pass, a sex toy for Ceylon since she seemed to love it enough to alter her biology so she could consume it.

While still on her back with Ceylon laying on top of her, she gave her pet a gentle pat on both rump cheeks, gently squeezing as her thumbs slid up and down the length of her plump lips. She pried the lips apart to gape the gryphoness once more, spreading the soft and tender walls wide enough that she could see right through to the gaping cervix that barely held the egg in Ceylon's womb. She wanted to be sure that was what she saw, and as she glanced inside with her thumbs spreading the birth canal wide, she could clearly make out the overlapped, triangular scales that defined the dragon's egg shell.

A tiny drip of vaginal lubricant dribbled out over the gryphon's clit and onto Ithilwen's lips, which she hungrily licked up. The taste blended with the intense scent, and it made her shudder in delight. Her arousal was quickly rising, and while she only intended to take care of Ceylon's needs and get the egg out, her own desires started to influence her in deeply intimate ways. She slid both of her hands down Ceylon's rump until her thumbs were on either side of the equine-looking clitoris, which she squeezed and rubbed from both sides.

Her pet arched her back and trilled happily, vulva shuddering lightly as she pushed back and down. Ceylon grunted and whimpered as her abdominal walls clenched around the egg, shifting it inside her and gaping open her pussy from womb to lips. She clearly wanted that egg out at any cost.

So Ithilwen happily did what she could by slipping four fingers into the gryphon's tender pussy, prying her lips to the side as her other fist slipped in with ease, fingers extended forward. Since Ceylon was trying to lay an egg and expel the mass inside her, the flesh of her birth canal was loose enough to pass the girth of the egg, even if the cervix was not. As such, Ithilwen was able to twist and rotate her wrist, using her knuckles to pleasure the gryphon's g-spot in an effort to further loosen her up and pleasure her in the process. In her mind, there was no reason this couldn't be a pleasant mess!

As expected, Ceylon pushed down and started grinding her hips against Ithilwen's wrist and penetrating fingers, her walls alternately clenching tight and relaxing to be loose. IT was like she couldn't decide if she wanted to force the egg out or keep it inside, but no matter what the situation, she was having a good time and was massaging her master in the process.

Ithilwen leaned in to bury her snout up under her forearm, licking at Ceylon's clit to get a taste as her buried hand and wrist pumped deeper and deeper into the gryphon's depths, and it wasn't long before her fingertips touched the firm, softly scaled shell of the dragon egg, which was hot to the touch, much like a massage rock before being used.

Since she was eager to help Ceylon out, she slid her hand in deeper, forcing her fingers through the cervix to end up squished between the soft walls of the womb and the hard shell of the dragon egg. From there, she tried her best to go in deeper and to wrap her fingers around the deeper end, but the egg kept shifting about inside, rocking back and forth while not moving from its place. Every motion of it grinded the scales against Ceylon's walls, the blunt end of it teasing and prodding at the cervix even as Ithilwen's wrist plugged that up, all of which built the pleasure inside Ceylon to make her push back.

"Easy girl, easy." Ithilwen calmed her pet, eager to help get the egg out while still worried that it might be a bit of a hard time given the fact that her walls and cervix weren't loose enough. As such, she gave a few gentle pumps of her arm before slowly pulling out, leaving just her fingers from both hands prying at the plump, ebony vulva while copious gryphon goop trickled out over her digits and cascaded over Ceylon's clit. The early morning light coming in from outside the cave let her see past the supple, undulating vaginal walls and through the cervix to see the egg pressing out, eager to be laid.

Ithilwen knew what she had to do, but also knew that it could take some time to work up to that. She rolled to her side to knock the gryphon off her chest, pussy lips clamping shut in the process to elicit a guttural squelch from deep within, before Ithilwen made her way to the mouth of the cave, to which Ceylon folloed. There, she collected some water from a nearby fern and soaked her hands to blend with the natural lubricants, knowing she was going to need to be as slick as she could if she wanted to extract the egg. Natural fluids were fine, but a slight dash of water made them a bit more viscous, and she hadn't brought any bottled lubricant with her since she hadn't planned for this.

Once they were both outside the cave, basking in the humidity of the morning fog and the heat of the tropical jungle around them, Ithilwen motioned for Ceylon to roll over onto her back and lay prone; naturally, the gryphoness did as commanded without hesitation.

It was times like these that reminded Ithilwen of how lucky she was that Ceylon was intelligent.

"Alright girl, now I need for you to stay very, very calm. This might hurt, and I'm sorry, but I'm trying to help you." She assured her pet as she got down onto her knees, straddling the gryphon's long tail. She leaned over Ceylon and used all her fingers to gently caress and part her equine lips, rubbing up and down the slit while squeezing and prodding at her clit to coax more of the natural lubricants out.

She took note of Ceylon's aroused and needy expressions, and was careful to not go too deep as she curled her wrist and forearm up to slide into the gryphon's birth canal, one fist first followed by the second once she smeared the lubricants all over her forearm. Ceylon always produced ample lubricant, so it wasn't challenging to soak her arms up to the elbow, through the fur and deep to the skin.

Once both her hands were clasped together in a prayer position inside Ceylon's birth canal, she eased in deeper and slid her fingers through the gryphon's cervix, palming the butt end of the egg while the cervix clenched tight around her wrist. After some gentle pumps and rubs from within, she was able to forcefully ease her second fist into the womb on the opposite side of the egg, cervix pinching both wrists together. She clamped both sets of fingers down on the scales of the egg, trying her best to catch on the tips of each scale as she gave a tug, but her fingers slipped and she nearly burst out of her pet.

Ceylon cried out and arched her back, squeezing her depths fully with enough force to nearly push both of Ithilwen's arms out. She was writhing about on the ground with her clit winking and lips pressing out, almost as if she was in orgasmic delight, except she had a look of strain and stress on her face, worried about getting the egg out.

While both hands were still in Ceylon's depths, Ithilwen chuckled. "Guess that's what you get for being greedy with the dragon egg, eh Cey?" She reached in deep, elbow deep, as she grabbed and rotated the egg inside Ceylon's depths, every few degrees lurching lightly and rubbing each scale out against the gryphon's womb walls.

In response to the shifting egg shell, Ceylon grunted and trilled in delight before glaring at Ithilwen for her comment. Still, she kept at it and found herself pumping in and out as if she were fisting her gryphoness, rather than trying to aid in rebirthing of a dragon egg. The more she moved, the more she pumped, and the more vigorously she massaged Ceylon from within, the more fluids were secreted to fill in the gap between flesh and fur. This aided Ithilwen greatly, who used it all to better moisten and soak both her forearms and hands while her arms pumped in and out, rotating the egg.

After what felt like half an hour but was actually less than ten minutes of massaging, grabbing at the egg, tugging, and intermittently pleasuring her pet, she eventually came to realize that no amount of her attempts to help would work, no matter how good her intentions. The egg was potentially too thick on its own, let alone the added girth of her hands which had to flex to get a grip. It just wasn't happening, and that saddened her.

She released her grip on the egg and pulled her hands out, one at a time, to leave Ceylon gaping with her pussy drooling all over the grasses and moss below them. The canine leaned down to kiss at Ceylon's quivering clit, her tongue tenderly lapping at the fluids that soaked the gryphon's ebony flesh and any of the viscous slime that seeped out. Once she was done, her tongue now coated in gryphon slime, she pecked a kiss on the clit one last time and patted Ceylon on the rump. "Sorry girl, looks like you're going to have to figure this one out on your own somehow. I can't get it out, it's stuck."

Ceylon flopped over onto all fours and shook off, drooping her ears and wings at the same time.

"It's alright, sweetie, you always figure things out. Use your magic!" She went to get to her feet again, but then it dawned on her, one last potential solution! Before Ceylon could mope and walk away, she grabbed her pet by the end of the tail and wiggled her fingers into the tip of the tail maw, prying all three jaws apart to slide her lube-covered arm down the appendage's gullet!

The gryphon seemed confused and stressed at first, but seemed to understand enough of the situation to stand still and remain stiff as could be while Ithilwen penetrated her tail maw.

From there, Ithilwen had to wiggle and scrunch up the gryphon's tail, as it was longer than her arm, before her hand penetrated deep enough to slip in through the second cervix. Inside, she was able to swish her hand around, patting at the side of the egg before clasping her fingers around the deepest end and giving a proper tug. She aimed the blunt end at the dilating first cervix - the one that connected to her pussy, and pushed as hard as she could.

While it took a moment of grunting and applied pressure, the egg quickly popped out of the womb to rest comfortably in Ceylon's birth canal, dilating the vulva and relieving Ceylon in a way that she couldn't help but pant happily, tongue out and beak agape.

Ithilwen was about to compliment Ceylon on a job well done when a shadow was cast over her. She looked up to see a large, blue dragon staring down at her with intense blue eyes. Next to it, perched atop the cliffs high above the cave she resided in, a smaller black dragon with deep purple eyes. While she was staring, Ceylon's lips closed up to keep the egg contained within her.

She knew how to protect the goods.

In that moment, both Ithilwen and Ceylon had an important choice to make. Keep the egg and fight off the dragons with Ceylon's magic, or give up the egg and potentially still end up fighting?

They didn't have long, for the two saurossins were crawling down the cliffs at them.