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"They're incredibly cumbersome for a forest dragon." Greenwing, the appropriately named feral dragon said. "I mean, it would be awesome if I was flying around, but in the underbrush they just get caught on branches and then I have to wait until they heal anyway."

"You could just move. Maybe dig a new den near the border of the forest or something. You don't need to be oppressed by bush." Ceylon said with a stonefaced serious look on his beak. He was joking, but he wasn't kidding.

"I suppose, I just wish there was another way. I like being in the forest, it's home for me. I'd cut the damn things off if that wouldn't leave bloody, scarred stumps." The two were resting gently in a clearing, looking up at the clouds. "See? That cloud could be me without wings."

Ceylon churred gently, closing his eyes and enjoying a long, drawn out breath. His wings had been absorbed back into his body, due to him not having any reason to keep them out for the day. He was enjoying his time with Greenwing in his territory, and since he was a master of transformation, he could be whatever he wanted.

"I wish I could suck my wings into my body like you, transform at will. No chance you can do that sort of magic on me, is there?" Greenwing asked as he rolled over onto his side to get a better look at Ceylon.

Ceylon mused over the idea for a moment before saying anything. "Well, you know I can, but it requires you to basically sacrifice yourself to me so I can reform you in the mode you want most."

"Sacrifice?" the dragon meeped. "I don't want to be sacrificed, I thought you were a pacifist gryphon, no killing."

"I didn't say you'd die, or that I'd kill you, but you had to submit your entirety to me." The gryphon yawned, stretching out his limbs and opening his beak wide, showing the glistening cherry pink flesh inside, lined by rows of needlepoint snake-like teeth.

Greenwing got a better look at the gaping maw. "You don't have to eat me, do you? Because I'd totally love to slide down that gullet of yours."

"Heh, no. No vore today dude, can't have you in there with that raccoon I ate earlier. Wouldn't be pleasant for you or me. No, something a bit more intimate." He cooed, trailing with a smile as he thought about his process.

"So you can help me get rid of the wings?" Greenwing pushed. "Is that what you're getting at? Just tell me what I have to do, and I'll do it."

The gryphon raised an eyebrow and leaned over to the side, pushing his tail back and raising his leg. His genital slit emerged from the white fur between his hind legs, the flesh swelling and pushing itself out, moistening as it did so. "I think you can figure it out." His meaty vulva winked, spewing just the smallest shot of creamy fluid over his inner thigh.

The green dragon's ear-frills pushed out as his eyes raised. "Up, there?" He squeaked out. "I...always wanted to know what it felt like to be smothered in that tender flesh of yours."

Ceylon nodded with a warm smile. "Well then today's your lucky day for more reasons than one." He blinked slowly and seductively, a gentle purr rumbling up from his belly.

Greenwing scooted forward on his belly, using his legs to pull himself towards Ceylon. His ear frills were splayed out, and he had the cutest eager look on his face.

"Don't be shy now, it's ready for you whenever you are ready." the gryph cooed, the meaty lips of his growing cunny expanding and moistening with every passing second. There was literally a trail of creamy juices dribbling down the pursed lips.

There was a notable pause as the little dragon stared at the inviting slit, then up to the owner's clear blue eyes, then back to the drooling cunny before nuzzling into it, the slick folds parting with ease to smother his snout, letting the viscous goo that was oozing from her depths to soak into his nostrils. The next moment, when he tried to breathe in, he sucked up the fluids into his lungs, forcing him to pull back and cough, tasting the goo as it was hacked up from his chest into his mouth. He only coughed a few times before noticing that he had no problem with breathing. He could feel the liquid coursing through his oesophagus and throat; he didn't need to breathe as often.

"Careful dear, just inhale it, let it flow through you and you will find yourself loosing yourself in me..just..." his words faded into murmers and muffled tones as Greenwing felt the effects of Ceylon's fluids clouding his vision and cognitive abilities.

The world around the dragon blurred, leaving only the sharp image of the midday sun glistening off the puffy gryphon lips as the lone sharp image in his mind. The view drew him in closer. He took another deep breath, cycling the fluid in his lungs as he pushed his muzzle back into the cunny lips. He felt the moist, tender flesh parting with ease, sliding down his snout and once again covering his muzzle. He felt the pulsating muscles as the gryphon's cunny winked, spewing juices on his face and head, a single drop landing right between his eyes. He smiled as he pushed in deeper, feeling the tight but elastic skin spread itself thin over his face, clamping his mouth shut as the winking clit pulsated just a few inches from his eyes.

Ceylon stayed relaxed, leaning back on the grass as he spread his legs; his flesh stretching with ease as the dragon forced its way into him. He could feel Greenwing's muzzle tip easily pushing against his firm cervix, loosening it a bit more every time the little dragon pushed in deeper.

Greenwing kept nuzzling against the increasingly loose flesh of his partner, forcing his tongue out between his clamped jaws, his teeth slowing it's piercing thrust into the gryphon's tight hole. He had to taste the back wall of the cavernous cunny, he had to slurp back as much of the fluids as he could. He wanted to be filled with the gryphons juices from his belly to his throat. He kept pushing and felt that tight ring of flesh open up to invite him in deeper, smearing over his muzzle like a rubber band. He brought up his front paws up alongside his neck to stretch the cunny flesh wider, gaping an opening beneath his chin, encouraging him to pull out from the tight womb opening which in turn let him open his muzzle a bit to lap at the tight ring of flesh. He pulled out, paws still resting on the bottom wall of the gyphon's gaping hole, and he got a good look on the rippled, soaking wet folds of Ceylon's insides. The light from the sunlight glistened off the bits of flesh, the reflections meandering with each wink.

"Don't let it get too aired out, Greenie..." He heard his host murmer, but he was barely able to make out the words due to the juices gumming up his ear holes, and when he looked up at Ceylon, his vision was blurred. All he could see clearly was the wide open cavern that was the gryphon's pussy.

He could still hear gentle murmurs over the sound of squirting juices, but he disregarded the words and dove headfirst back into the open cavern, feeling the slick walls sliding over his face and smothering his entire head. He could feel the rim of her lips struggling to envelop the tips of his horns, so he dug into the ground with his back feet and pushed in, pointing his hands in a diving position to spread the cervix open and to make room for his head.

Ceylon let out an audible gasp as the eager dragon's form pushed his flesh to the limits. He could transform to accommodate the smaller quadruped, but that would take the fun out of the stretch, so he kept his body as it was, letting the eager friend of his gently ease his flesh open.

Greenwing nuzzled and rotated his head back and forth, pushing one hand in deeper then another, back and forth to loosen the tight barrier between cunny and womb. He could feel the gryphon's insides open up past the tightness, urging him in deeper. Every time he rotated his head, one of his horns passed over Ceylon's engorged pleasure centers, forcing the gryph to clench his muscles and secrete more juicy fluids to wash out over Green's face and neck, lubricating the walls around him so that he felt the pulsations washing over his scales. He felt the tight opening sliding over his head, forcing his horns flat against his neck, his head and arms almost completely within her depths. He pushed out his elbows against the inside of the gryphon's cervix, getting him a better grip to pull himself in deeper, like climbing out of a hole, but instead going in.

"Nnnngh..." the gryphon grunted as he felt his partner's upper body emerging into his womb. His toes curled with each wave of pleasure that exploded within his flesh, more fluids filling him up and squirting out over the dragon's scales. He could feel little drips of fluid that wasn't his leaking onto the underside of his tail, and that's when he came to realize that Greenwing had gotten excited. He also realized that, given the shape and form of his eager dragon, there's no way his wings would get into him without help, so he reached down and grabbed ahold of Green's wing joints, pointing the spiked tip into him in such a way they wouldn't catch. As soon as both joints were sliding into his cunt-maw, he leaned back again and let out a howl that deepend into a growl, then series of grunts as Greenwing struggled and squirmed about inside him. He could see the dragon's horns poking up two little bulges in his belly, which he caressed gently.

Greenwing could feel the gryphon's hands pushing down on his horns, which actually helped them to slip through the cervix, emerging into the womb, locking him there. If he wanted back out, he had to pull his entire body in and turn around, there was no way those horns would slide backwards. Knowing his obligation, he pushed in again, holding his wings in tight as more of his body slipped through her folds. He could feel her winking, each contraction squeezing his midsection tight and in some ways pushing or pulling him in deeper. The pulsations started at the open cunny lips and made their way inward, snagging on each of Greenwing's joints, his shoulders, and his head to suck him in deeper. He didn't mind.

Just as the meaty lips slid over his hips, the last bit of wing still sticking out, Greenwing spun around inside, each bit of him sliding around to massage Ceylon from within. The lurch combined with excessive lube and muscle contractions slurped most of the little green dragon up, forcing him to curl into a ball as his muzzle hit the absolute back wall of Ceylon's womb. He curled up in a fetal position inside her with a series of delightfully juicy squelches that vibrated the walls around him. Ceylon's continued orgasms rocked the walls that smothered him, making them pulsate and rub agaisnt every inch of his flesh from head to toe.

Breathing was no longer even a shadow of an issue. Greenwing's insides were filled with the gryphon's fluids and his state of mind was complacent yet still eager. His cocks were still poking out as his hips slid past the tight cervix, the pressure and flesh that rubbed over it coaxing his nethers to donate some of his own fluids to the concoction that soaked him and aided his slide deeper into her.

Ceylon watched eagerly as his belly bulged out, bits of the dragon wings, horns, and limbs pressing out against his womb and forming shapes in his gut. He tried to curl up and look over his body to see only feet and the last foot or so of Greenwing's tail poking out. He tried to roll over on his side, the motion spinning the dragon inside him, forcing him to tumble about to get a better resting position in the cavernous womb. The motions forced yet another powerful orgasm to rock through the gryphon's body, his clit winking as what had to be liters of his unbirthing fluid splashed out onto the grass. The muscle contraction and flow of fluids sucked the last of Green into him, the dragon's tail getting caught on his pussy lips before being tugged in.

Green felt the body around him rolling around, urging him to spin until he was laying on his back,head toward the opening. His legs and wings slid easily into the womb as more muscle contractions squeezed him tight. Only his tail was still out of the womb, so he idly grabbed at it and pulled it in with him, nuzzling into it as he licked at the inside of the cervix which was closing up and growing tighter. He could feel the flesh that smothered him undulate around him to a chorus of a heartbeat and whooshing blood and even the gurgling of the stomach above him. He was warm and cozy, and every crack and crevice in and around him was filled with more of Ceylon's viscous fluids. He felt like he was floating, even with the soft flesh that held him tight and pulsated against his form. As he nuzzled into the tender mass that enveloped him, he found himself drifting into a semi-comatose state. The rhythmic throbbing of the heartbeat and the flesh that surrounded him blended in with the other noises to disappear from his consciousness as vivid images surrounded him.

"Mmmmh." Ceylon murmured as he walked away, a trail of cunny fluid spattering on the grass and flowers as he walked. His belly swung heavy with dragon, and his cunny winked with every step. He slowly headed back to Greenwing's home den, careful not to let any stray branches poke at his womb. He didn't want to disturb his new guest from his newfound slumber.

Slowly he waddled until he made it to the cave that Greenwing called his home, and he curled up into a ball around his distended belly and fell asleep. He could feel the bits of his dragon companion dissolve into nothingness to be absorbed into him. Ceylon was sure to let Greenwing's body stay mostly intact, but when inside he was able to use his magics to alter the form inside him in any way he wanted. His goal was to absorb the dragon's wings, leaving only evolutionary stubs to indicate their previous presence while also letting him be himself.

The process took a few days, which Ceylon spent inside his friend's cave, never leaving his territory. He hunted to keep himself fed, as a gryphon does need sustenance when supporting not only himself but also the friend he held inside; he was eating for two.

After nearly a week, Ceylon knew the process was complete by the wave of birthing fluid that exploded from his slit followed by the contractions that rocked his body. He grunted and raised his tail, still standing on all fours as he took in a deep breath; he could feel his womb open up, the cervix once again regaining elasticity to let the dragon's muzzle push through. The gryphon's cunny gaped open, clit winking bits of juice to help with the rebirthing. He could feel Green's nose push out of the womb and into his pussy, rubbing over his pleasure spots, forcing him to tense up his muscles to force the dragon out. He could feel his womb clenching tight, but the dragon didn't immediately want to emerge.

Greenwing jerked himself awake from his comatose state as the first bit of relatively cool air danced across his muzzle, his inhalations sucking in gasses instead of fluid for the first time in what felt to him like months - mybe even years. The blast of air inside his fluid filled lungs was painful for a few breaths, but after coughing out the excess goo, spitting it up or letting it flow out his nostrils, he quickly re-adjusted to normal breathing. His body heaved in and out quickly, forcing his scales to press firmly against the soft cunny and womb flesh that smothered him. Each of his breaths was met with an equally strong contraction, forcing his body out. His cocks emerged from their slit once again as his body slipped through the meaty cavern, the pleasure as the flesh sliding across his members mixed with his still complacent and hyper-sensitive state forcing twin jets of cum to splatter against Ceylon's cherry pink flesh. With one last powerful lurch, he felt the last of his legs and tail slide free of the fleshy tunnel to land on the ground with a thud.

Greenwing opened his eyes for the first time, blinking them to clean them of the fluid that had gummed them up, and the first thing he saw was the meaty lips of a gryphon's backside winking, bits of liquid being forced out with each contraction. The sun wasn't glistening off his gryphon friend's folds this time, they were in his cave, where the only way to get light was to reflect it or bring a torch. Regadless, he could still see those dark, juicy lips quivering in pleasure.

Ceylon looked back at Greenwing, who was still green but curiously lacking wings, just as he'd wanted. He licked his beak and turned his body around, depriving his friend of the glorious view so he could nuzzle and lick the goo from the dragon's scales. "Feel better now, Green 'wing'?" He asked with a sly grin in between slurps.

The dragon took a while to realize what was going on, but when he tried to spread his wings, all that happened was a little clawlike nub on his back wiggled. He still FELT the wings there, but as he looked back he saw that he was ironically without wings! "Hey! They're gone!" He hopped up and jumped in place, nuzzling into the transformational expert that had done what he could to grant his wish, but he stopped when he realized what this truly meant. "But wait, what if something happens I need to fly again?!" He asked, somewhat panicked.

"No worries my ironically named friend...if you ever need the wings back, you just have to will them into existence. Could take an hour or so, but they will come back and be as ready for use as ever, but you'll need my help to get rid of them again, should that ever become a recurring desire." He nodded slowly and lowered his tail, as the residual waves of pleasure had finally died down and he was ready to stop winking his clit to force out the last of his fluids.

Greenwing laughed and preened at the gryphon's neckfeathers. "Ceylon, I may do that just so I can take another trip inside!"

"I would be happy to let you in whenever you need, just make sure you give me some warning."

Greenwing smiled and licked his beak, twin cocks still poking out as he trotted around his larger gryphon friend. He nuzzled into the little crevice between Ceylon's tail and rump cheek, urging Ceylon to once again lift his tail.

"Well, if that's really what you want, I can't say no..."