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It had been an excruciatingly long day for Ceylon.

He had recently accepted a job that involved helping four local gryphons with a ritual that would make them bonded as soul brothers, and he felt pretty proud about it because the ritual was particularly taxing on the body. The first step involved some rather tricky transformation magic so that his hip bones would be wide enough to pass a full-sized, adult gryphon, as well as having a meaty and loose enough slit to let them get inside of their own volition without Ceylon having to do it himself. The second stage involved holding those four gryphons inside his artificially created womb for a week, where they would regress a little and be reborn.

Carrying around a little of four kits in you for a week was remarkably hard on the body. Hunting was practically impossible so his mate Leera had to do that, and flying was actually painful.

Then, when the ritual was complete, he had to fly well above the clouds to a mountain keep where he was to somehow deposit the four gryphons in their nest without waking them or letting them realize he was there. He had to enlist the help of Leera to gape his slit open so wide they could be lifted out without touching any of his walls, and in spite of his insurmountable skill altering his body to do such thing, it actually hurt.

He was remarkably jealous of his mate. Leera was a naga which meant her skin was naturally elastic and her skeletal structure never got in the way of an unbirth session. She didn't need magic to do what he did.

But he didn't let that bother him too much. He loved Leera too much to berate her for having a natural ability he had to work to achieve. Besides, he didn't need to tell her; the bond they shared was so close they were able to read each other's thoughts as though they were speaking aloud. At first such a thing really hurt their relationship, but as time went on it only strengthened it.

After completing the ritual and sticking around the mountain castle to explain the terms of their new bond, he happily glided back down to the lake that hid his grotto - slit still tender from the rebirthing - so he could enjoy a nice relaxation.

Most didn't know, but the cave that he called his home was much larger than it appeared. While the grotto and cave entrance opened up into one large dome-shaped room, one of the walls was actually an illusion spell that Ceylon had cast to keep people from stumbling upon his own personal space. Basically, if anyone tried to touch the rock wall behind his throne, they would have fallen through it into another tunnel that led to his quarters.

It was a lovely area to live. He'd basically made it up like the inside of a humanoid house, with wood planks covered with carpet as the floor, ceramic walls, and even a series of beautifully ornate shelves along the walls for holding the few trinkets he'd acquired that actually meant anything to him. Along the opposite wall was a massive nest made of many years worth of his own soft down. He was lying on his side in this nest, Leera curled up in the nest with him. Most of her length was coiled up beside him, but some of her was resting on top of him, her tail wrapped around his foot as she snuggled her nose into his neck.

"Why does everyone want that ritual?" He asked, exasperated. "It's not that I don't like doing it, but whatever happened to the good old days when people just wanted a longer life or to have their friends' sickness cured? Those miracles were easy, just poke someone on the head and conjure up some magic, and it's all over. They go home happy and bring me more gold."

Leera pulled herself even closer to his warm body, flicking her tongue out and speaking to him through telepathy; due to the shape of her maw, she was unable to make vocalizations. "It's okay, dear. The people love you, that's why they trust you and respect you. Remember that king who offered you a spot in his court? That was nice, wasn't it?"

Ceylon sighed. "I know, I know. It's just, sometimes I think I'm too kind. I really should say no to some of these people, but you know how I feel about saying no." He sighed again and pressed his beak up against his mate's chest.

"We all know how you feel, 'what good is this power if you can't use it'. We've all heard it dear, but if you don't learn how to say no, people are going to keep coming to you with these requests and before you know it, nobody in the region will ever get sick or die, and we all know that can't happen." She continued to flick her tongue at Ceylon's beak, knowing that her own serpentine kisses often calmed him.

"I love you dear, you always have the right thing to say."

Leera threw a few coils over his body and writhed ever so gently, because she knew that he loved the feeling of her scales gently caressing his fur and feathers.

They had only been silently cuddling a few minutes when they heard the distant splash of someone bursting through the water's surface into the grotto that led to their shrine.

"Dammit!" Ceylon groaned as he realized this meant yet another ritual.

"Would you like me to take care of this one, dear?" Leera offered as she started to push her coils over the side of the nest to take care of the visitor.

Ceylon shook his head and clacked his beak. "No, I'll do this one quick then close off the grotto for a week or something. Maybe a month and people will forget I'm here." He laughed as he rolled to his feet and made his way to the cave, his hind legs stepping awkwardly due to the soreness that still permeated his nether region.

As he made it through the veil of illusion, he threw up a massive display off fire to hide the appearance of him emerging from a seemingly solid rock wall. As the smoke cleared, he looked down into the middle of the floor of the shrine room to see a single, green-scaled dragon. Tiny little thing had to be less than 10 feet long, no more than 5 feet tall. He was tiny for a dragon, and had no distinct markings. He was cute, though.

"I am Master Ceylon, and you are one of my beloveds. I ask, what is it you need on this fine day." He spoke the words, but they were dry and without even a hint of authenticity.

The little dragon looked around nervously before sitting up straight and speaking. "I-I am Greenwing, and I've been plagued with an issue that's been bothering me for years."

Ceylon nodded. "And what can I do to help; what ails you?"

Greenwing stretched out his wings and aimed them at the gryphon. "It's these wings...they've been nothing but a pain, you see! I'd like to know if you can....remove them?"

Ceylon squinted at the little dragon, beak agape. "Wait, your name is Greenwing...and you want me to get rid of your wings? Why in the world would anyone want to get rid of their..." He stopped himself from being too crass. "...I mean, what reason would you have to get rid of something so beautiful and useful, my beloved?"

The dragon retracted his wings and averted his gaze from Ceylon, who at that point seemed irritated. "I, uh...I just want a simpler life. Live in a swamp, eat frogs, have my friends come visit me for a change rather than having me go to their caves."

He kept his squinted eyes on the dragon and clattered his beak. "So, basically you're saying you're too lazy to go anywhere, so you want an excuse to not travel?"

Greenwing was taken aback. "Oh no, no no! I don't want that, I just....the wings, they're not very useful in my chosen lifestyle. They've remarkably cumbersome when trying to scoot through the thick underbrush and vines of a swamp, where I live."

Ceylon slowly nodded. "You know, that actually makes sense now that I think about it. I really could go for some of the simple life myself." He thought to himself as he closed his eyes, imagining what it would be like for him to go back to the simple life. While he loved the adoration and status, he would like to return to relative obscurity, living life based on his actual skill sand personality rather than his reputation. "You know something sir Greenwi...whatever you want to be called once you lose the wings..."

"...I'll still be called Greenwing." He explained.

"Okay, then sir Greenwing. You've struck a chord with me, and for that reason I waive my fee. While my nethers are still remarkably sore from a recent ritual I did for a group of gryphons, I will gladly do this for you here and now. No charge."

"Fee? I don't remember being told about a fee." Greenwing said.

Ceylon's eyebrow raised. "Nobody told you about the fee? Everyone who asks for something from me has to bring payment of equal value to get their wish granted." He raised a paw to indicate the wall of gold lying around the outer rim of the cave. "These are all the payments I've gotten in the last century or so."

The dragon took a moment to appreciate the mountains of gold before shaking himself out of his daze. "Bastards never told me about a fee. I'm sorry, I guess I'll leave you be." He turned to leave, but Ceylon stopped him.

"Wait a second, I said I waive my fee, you ended up about as lucky as any saurossin in your position. I will gladly do the ritual for you simply because I feel for your need, despite my previous shortness."

Greenwing turned back to look at the gryphon, and he blinked a few times before jumping up. "You mean it?" he cheered. "Really?"

He nodded slowly and with a smile across his beak. "Yes, I mean it. Just please understand I'm still a little sore from the last ritual that I just completed earlier today, so it may not be as pleasant as usual."

He nodded enthusiastically. "Yessir! I understand. So...uh, how do we go about it."

Ceylon slowly stepped down the stairs, his hind end still shaking a bit from the soreness. "It's simple....I show you a cave, and you crawl in. You'll know when you're done. I keep you inside for a while, then when I let you out, you're born as a new dragon."

The dragon cocked his head to the side in confusion. "...cave?"

"Just watch." He walked around the dragon a few times before taking a few steps away, rump-end aimed at the little guy. Ceylon flopped over onto his side and rolled onto his back with all four legs in the air, exposing his meaty slit to Greenwing. It was still a little gaped from before, but still mostly intact.

"Oh, that's what you meant by a cave." Greenwing observed. "So, uh...just dive in? No magic or anything you have to do so I don't suffocate?"

Ceylon shook his head. "No, the fluids are breathable. Might be uncomfortable at first, but you'll get used to it and be fine." He wiggled his hips and spread his legs wider. "Now don't keep me waiting."

Greenwing blinked, getting out of his daze. "Yes Master, sorry." He daintily stepped over the gryphon's tail and made his way to the fleshy slit that was in front of him. "So really? Just in I go?" he reared up onto his hind legs and clapped his front claws together in a diving motion.

"Whatever works for you, just get into the womb and I'll take care of the rest."

The little dragon nodded and shook off his wings, padding back and forth from side to side, readying himself. "I can do this." He shook off the last of his nervous jitters and pounced forward, paws first. He felt his own scales slide easily through the velvety pink walls of Ceylon's canal, and he landed on her posterior wall. "Well that was anticlimactic." He said as he looked up. As he moved his neck to get a different perspective from the inside, he felt the moist walls drag across his facial fins, and it was a brilliant sensation. In fact, he liked it so much he started to nuzzle at the tender inner walls, rubbing his cheek up and down.

Ceylon tensed up as one of Greenwing's frill-bones poked at his flesh. "Hey, careful!" he warned.

"Sorry!" Greenwing mumbled from inside, his voice obscured by the moist fluids that dripped from the slick wall. He wanted to nuzzle some more, But instead pushed in as he was requested, pressing his muzzle deeper into Ceylon's cavernous depths. He found himself wiggling back and forth as the lips slowly enveloped him.

Ceylon laid his head back as the tiny dragon wiggled and squirmed around inside his slit. He did enjoy the sensations in spite of his soreness, but he really didn't have time to sit around and wait for Greenwing to enjoy himself on the way, and he was doing just that. "Ya mind going a little faster? You're nuzzling my flesh an awful lot, gettin kinda intimate if you get my drift."

Greenwing let out a meep and dug his back claws into the carpet to push. His entire neck and even shoulders easily pushed through the moist opening, but there was an issue when he tried to keep going, as his wings got stuck and wouldn't go in. "Mrrrf shm llllrp!" He tried to call out, but the walls of Ceylon's slit were pressing down on him from every angle, keeping him from speaking any further.

"What's that? Need some help?" Ceylon asked.

Greenwing nodded, his head rubbing up and down against Ceylon's velvety flesh. Ceylon could feel everything.

"I guess I see why you need to get rid of the wings." He mused, then reached down between his legs to wrap his hands around Greenwing's body, pressing the wings tight against his back to streamline him. "Ready?"

Greenwing smiled and nodded again, his tail beginning to wag.

"Alrighty then, let's get this going." The gryphon took in a deep breath before pushing the entirety of the dragon into his roomy slit. He felt every sensation as the wing tips, and flesh pushed past the moist opening, then the legs and tail. It was like he was laying an egg in reverse, a sensation he'd grown entirely used to.

Greenwing couldn't be happier, it was so warm and cozy, resting in the gryphon's canal with only the end of his tail sticking out. He wiggled his entire body in waves, like a snake slithering through the grass, trying to get as much sensation as he could. His movements caused Ceylon to tense up, pressing the slit's walls even tighter against his scales. He tried to giggle in happiness, but noticed he couldn't make a sound, since the fluid had already invaded his lungs and he hadn't even noticed! So much for being uncomfortable.

"Okay little dragon, you've had your fun squirming around in there, care to push forward into the womb?" He know Greenwing could hear him, despite being deep inside.

The dragon sighed a little in disappointment; he wanted to enjoy more of this, but he also understood the gryphon's situation. He pushed his front claw forward, feeling around through the flesh that encased him to find the cervix. He did feel a tighter ring of firm flesh, but it was gaped wide open, so it couldn't be the cervix. Everyone knew they were supposed to stay so tight you couldn't go through it. Then again, Ceylon had mentioned his nethers were sore, perhaps this was why.

Eager to delve deeper into the gryphon, Greenwing grabbe hold of both sides of the cervix and pulled himself through, a wet squish sound enveloping his body as every bit of him pushed through the tight muscular ring and emerged into a much roomier, exponentially more tender womb. He had barely had the time to dwell on the pleasantness of the situation before a deep doziness overtook him, and he fell into a dreamlike state. The last thing he thought was how funny it felt to have the cervix close up behind him.

Ceylon, meanwhile, was patting his belly and groaning. The feeling of having his cervix penetrated once again was rather uncomfortable, but he was glad it was over, and he was thankful that this dragon was relatively tiny and had no problem pulling his way into the makeshift womb.

"Finally." He mumbled to himself, sure to not let his voice carry through to the dragon inside.

Just then, Leera slithered her way through the seemingly solid rock wall to coil around both of the thrones. "I told you I could have done it for you, dear." She sneered.

"Oh shush you." He scoffed as he rolled back to his feet, only the smallest belly bulge showing through his fur. "Besides, he needed a transformation spell, you know I'm better at that than you."

She nodded. "I won't get better until you let me practice." She flicked her tongue out some more and gaped open her maw in a smile.

Ceylon walked back up the stairs and stepped over his mate to go back into his private quarters. "I think I'm gonna go sleep for a while." He mumbled. "I'm tired." He could feel Greenwing inside, kneading gently at the inside of his womb.

"So, uh, what next? I could feel your mind, what's this about retiring?" she slithered after him, concern in her voice.

Ceylon kept walking and hopped over the edge of his nest. "Not retiring, going on vacation."

"I suppose that makes sense. Can I take over in your stead?"

"Knock yourself out." He sighed, clattering his beak shut as he let out a gentle wheeze, ready to call it a night. "That slit of yours is better equipped to hold people than mine is...It's a real pain to have to magic up myself a pussy and womb just for the rituals, so much easier to go male, but nobody ever wants to do that."

She gently slid over the rim of the nest and coiled up in a zig-zag, covering almost all of Ceylon's body, save his paws and tail. "It's okay dear, we'll work something out."

Ceylon, still exhausted from the concurrent rituals, quickly dazed off into his own dream land.

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The next week was surprisingly easy for Ceylon, compared to the week before. Since Greenwing was so small, and there was only one of him, Ceylon was able to swim, fly, and hunt without Leera having to help him. She was kind of disappointed because she liked taking care of him when he was predisposed.

Ceylon did in fact dislike having to keep them inside for a week when he could easily do the same thing in a matter of hours but the doctrine had been written and he had to stick to it or people would lose faith in the rituals.

On the final day of the ritual, Ceylon realized something he should have thought of before: If the little dragon known as Greenwing no longer had wings, how the heck was he gonna get back to his home? Ceylon knew that he wasn't from this region, since he'd never seen him before, so where did he live and how did he plan on getting back.

The great gryph had to resort to something he really hated doing, and he focused his magic on the mind of the dragon inside him and discover where the little creature lived. He was not pleased with what he found.

"Dammit Leera." Ceylon sighed. "I have to go TWO regions over to get back to this little guy's swampland so I can rebirth him."

His naga mate looked over from the shelves she was rearranging. "Well you know you don't HAVE to release him at home. He asked for his wings removed, it's up to him to find a way back home. You know what we always say, be careful what you wish for."

Ceylon sighed. "I know, but that's kind of rude, don't you think? I mean, my people demand a certain level of dignity and respect from me, it would be out of character to offer them that."

She nodded and went back to her work. "Up to you, dear. As usual, I'll be here when you return."

He begrudgingly stepped out of his nest and back into the shrine room, hoping beyond hope that there were no more dragons or gryphons or other needy critters waiting for him there. He was hapy to see the room was entirely empty.

Out he left from the cavern, diving into the water to resurface in the middle of the lake. He poked his head up and looked around, kneading at the water gently before swimming to the side and shaking off.

He used a little fire magic to dry his feathers off, and into the air he leaped, flapping his wings hard and disappearing over the edge of the treeline.

It was a rather long flight that lasted him the entire day. He travelled over many many kilometres of jungle, a rocky shield, and even a couple lakes before he made it to the swamp that Greenwing called home. It was a rather quaint place and smelled like...well, like a swamp.

Ceylon lighted down through the thick underbrush and tried to land on the rocky outcropping that Greenwing slept, but found that making it through the foliage to be a real pain, as it ripped at his feathers and tugged at his wings. "Dammit, he's right. This is a pain in the tail."

After pushing his way through the brush, he eventually landed on the relatively firm patch of dirt and mud in front of Greenwing's home. "Blech." he retched as he held up his now-muddy paw. "How could anyone live in a damn swamp?"

He didn't want to do what he had to do, and at the very least he wanted to alter the place to be more habitable and less muddy, but that would be cruel to Greenwing, so he reluctantly walked a few circles and laid down in the mud, getting covered in the repulsive stuff. He stuck his tongue out in disgust.

"Well, might as well get it over with." He sighed. He initiated the first contraction by tensing up all the muscles in his torso while loosening up the muscles that controlled his slit. He could feel the familiar unpleasantness of his cervix gaping open to let the dragon pass.

Greenwing was sloshing about inside as his body rearranged itself to be passed. He was still in a somewhat dreamlike state so to him it felt like he was falling down a waterfall, at least until his head breached the tight muscles that held him in the gryphon's womb. Once he pushed past there, he regained consciousness and realized what this soft flesh that was wrapped around him was.

"Come on little one, don't be a pain." Ceylon grunted as he pushed again, the shoulders of the dragon not wanting to come out. He gave another powerful push and with a sudden rush of fluids and scales, the entirety of Greenwing came bursting out, slipping past the cervix and sliding out of his canal like he was being dumped out of a goblet of Ceylon's fluids.

"Gaah...whoa!" Greenwingsaid, coughing daintily to remove the last bits of fluid from his lungs. "Wow! That was awesome!" He exclaimed again, this time looking over his shoulder to his back. Much to his delight, the wings were entirely gone, leaving only a pair of rudimentary spurs.

"Is this...to your liking?" Ceylon gasped, slit still gaped open and messy from passing the dragon. That last push really tired him out.

Greenwing hopped about and rubbed his side up against the rocks with a sense of glee and wonder that Ceylon hadn't seen for many months. "Oh yes, oh yes! This is perfect! Thank you Master Ceylon! And I'm home again! Thanks so much!" He pushed up into Ceylon's chest, smearing bits of slit-fluid and mud all over the gryphon's feathers.

Ceylon tried not to retch again at having the mud all over him, but found that the little dragon's energy and happiness made the whole ordeal worth it.

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As usual, Ceylon had to explain the terms of the transformation to Greenwing before flying back home. He explained that at any point the little dragon could decide to grow the wings back, but he would never get them taken away again, kind of a one-time-use undo. After that, Ceylon parted the trees and leaped into the air, dried mud all over him.

Once he got back to his cave, he dove into his lake to clean himself off, then once he entered the shrine he used magic to alter the rocks and close it of f to the world.

"Leera, you'd best shrink yourself, because we're going flying." He shouted as he burst through the wall behind the thrones. If she was to fly with him, she'd need to get smaller so she could rest between his wings, otherwise she was too bulky and heavy for him to carry.

"Where are we going, Darling?" she asked as she poked her head out from the rim of the nest. Her form was already growing smaller.

"Doesn't matter, I'm on vacation. For the next month, Only one creature gets to wiggle her way up into this slit!" He pointed to his hindside, which was still loose and sloppy.

Leera grinned and struck at him, giving him a big snakey hug.