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The Deepest Wish

"Sigh. What a terrible day for hunting."

Jayri Veradian Avieock hadn't had a particularly good day so far. He'd started the day out by the river hunting for something to eat only to have some loud raptor screech and scare his meal off; then, when he felt the need to go out and find a mate, no females were anywhere nearby. He'd looked for hours, walking and flying around to get even the slightest whiff of feminine charm, but after a whole day he'd found nothing. Not a single other dragon in the area.

Exhausted, the blue and white furred, orange highlighted dragon had just glided into his cave and was getting ready to settle in for the night. The sun was going down and even the most persistent of thermals would do little to keep him aloft, circling the meadow that sprawled out below his cave face seemed to be a waste of time at this point.

He'd chosen this spot years before for its wonderful view, and it had never failed to serve him well in that regard, but as they say: Location, location, location. Jayri's cave was a roomy, surprisingly accommodating cave in the middle of a steep cliff that jutted out in the middle of a massive forest north of the nearest town,so he expected more people but there were none. The opening of the cliff even had a sharp bank on its floor, so when it rained, water never dribbled into the deepest recesses of his home, but he could still sit on the ledge to observe the world around him.

Saddened, he folded up his wings and trotted away from his bed to slump down on the lip at the entrance to his cave, feet dangling out over the jagged cliff face. He stared, dead-eyed, over the sprawling meadow and forests that lay out in front of his home. Not focusing on any one element, he sighed heavily and collapsed onto his back, wings and arms splayed out beneath him.

"Such a beautiful place, a wonderful cave, why can't there be any partners nearby?" He moaned, staring up at the ebony rock that lined the opening of his home. The sun was going down in the distance and the night sky was fading from orange to a dark blue, the first stars and both moons revealing themselves. The little bipedal dragon had a dozen thoughts running through his head.

Maybe I should move. No, maybe I should travel more. The bounty here is usually pretty good, but it seems much of it has moved on. He had a decent stash of loot, maybe he could purchase some property in town instead of living like a beast in the middle of nowhere. Maybe he'd be better off as a female. Naw, he liked his man bits too much. But wait, what about, yeah! A herm would be perfect! Keep all his man-bits while also enjoying the benefits of pleasing the others!

"That'd be the day." He sneered to himself in the comfort of his own cave with an eye-roll. "Not like I'd be lucky enough to be granted an audience with someone who could do that to me."

Jayri had some experience with certain magics, but not the kinds needed to alter his form to house both sets of genitals. Elemental magic was, well, elementary, but transformation was really advanced stuff, and so very few could do it.

Thoughts such as these had flitted through the dragon's mind for years now. He'd always wanted to see what it was like to be female, even if just for a weekend. His curiosity was strong, but his arousal was, naturally, elevated when he thought about the potential of shifting genders at will.

Frustrated, he got to his feet and raised a fist to the twilit sky, roaring in protest against the stars. "Why? Why was I given this boring form? Why am I not gifted with what I really want?" He knew his anger was futile, but it helped to release a little bit of tension. "Tell me, why is it that I can't be given the tits and slit I want?!"

Having released his tension, he closed his eyes and took in a few deep breaths, a grin spreading across his maw. He may have not had a great day, but he was getting tired, the sun was going down, and he had the most wonderful bedding to snuggle up into so he could recuperate and double down on tomorrows optimism.

Eager and happy, he hopped over to his bed and flopped onto it, the giant pillow filled with gryphon down - proved to be the softest of down in the world - and the silk blanket he draped over his body helped him to relax. Within moments, he was drifting off into dreamland. Vivid images of deer and other fauna dashing across river-tops, splashing on the water but never sinking, danced in his mind, with flashes of dragoness cloaca exposed beneath a raised tail practically rubbing themselves in his face. The sensations were so vivid, he could practically smell the heat thick in his nose.

Wait, no, he actually could smell it. He took in another whiff only to find the scent was real and not part of his dream. Somewhat confused, he cracked his eyelids open to see a shadowy silhouette standing in the mouth of his cave.

Blinking slowly, not sure if he was dreaming or not, he cocked his head to the side and rubbed his eyes. "Uh, hello?" He squeaked out. He was groggy; he must have fallen asleep for a short while. The bright moon and black sky behind the feral silhouette confirmed his suspicions - it was nighttime now. The silhouette wasn't moving one inch. Looked like a gryphon, but it might as well have been a rock in the shape of a gryphon, considering how little it was moving and how little of its features he could make out. "I said hello. Who are you and what are you doing in my home?" Jayri pressed.

The gryphon shook its head and ruffled its neck feathers, stepping forward away from the mouth of the cave. Jayri could see the details emerge, from the black beak and speckled avian half to the stripey rump right down to the fluffy tail. He recognized this gryphon from the fables! "Master Ceylon?" He squeaked out. Ceylon was one of the Dalonian Gods, known as the God of Transformation magic.

Instantly, a smile formed on the gryphon's beak and he sat down, licking at his haunches. His blue eyes glowed in the darkness as he nodded at the dragon. "Yes, I am...."

Jayri didn't let him finish his introduction before leaping out of his bed and pouncing at the gryphon, wrapping his arms around Ceylon's neck. "Oh! You heard my prayers! I complained about my cock, and now you are, as the God of Transformation, here to amend your mistakes and remake me in my true form!" His words were barely audible, as he was mumbling into the gryphon's neck floof.

"Well, yes, actually." Ceylon agreed, then used one of his front paws to pry the dragon off him. "I was flying around the area, and I heard your shout. I thought I'd come see what I could do for you. You seem like a kind enough fellow, and I still needed to do a good deed for the day."

Jayri blinked, unsure as to how the gryphon could possibly know if he was a 'kind fellow' or not. "But, but, but....but that's such a huge gift to give! To change someone's form? That's, Oh my Gryph, that's so awesome!"

Ceylon lowered his head slowly in an understanding nod. "Well, I consider it my duty to do well for my followers, and if it means I have to do something outstanding for someone, then I have no issues doing so. But, I must warn you, my services do not come without a price."

"I see." The dragon acknowledged. "Well, I have quite a hoard in the deepest depths of my home, hidden and buried. I'd give it all up for...." He paused and imagined himself with a plump pair of breasts on his chest and a moist slit hiding underneath his shaft and balls.

"I know you would. You'd give it all up for the opportunity to be in the body you've always wanted. Well, I don't want gold. You know who I am, I have no use for gold. What I do have use for, however, is devotion."

The dragon's eyes perked up. "Devotion? But you already have that from me."

Ceylon nodded slowly then got back up to all four feet to pace around Jayri. The bipedal dragon, even standing straight up, had to look up almost a meter to look Ceylon in the eyes. "I'm aware you're devout. I've seen into your dreams, I know precisely what it is you can offer me. I know what you want, and what it's worth to you. Problem is, I can't think of anything to ask of you."

The two kept their eyes locked as the gryphon circled around the dragon that was growing increasingly confused. "So, you want something of me, but can't decide what you want? So, how is this going to work? Do I have to offer you something dear to my heart in exchange for your services? Do I have to give up something that means the world to me that I wouldn't want to lose?"

Ceylon stopped circling the dragon to press a claw against his chest. "No, I will give you what you want, and...."

Eager and impatient, Jayri grabbed Ceylon's paw and held it hard against his chest. "Oh, let your magic flow through me! Change my body!" He urged, leaning into the gryphon's massive, black-fleshed talon.

Irritated, Ceylon yanked his talon away, tugging the dragon off balance. "I'm not doing it like that, to change you with so little in the way of pomp and circumstance would be a great disservice to my legacy. No, there needs to be a ritual." He pressed his talon against his own chest, raising his head high and floofing out his chest in pride. "It would be an insult to assume I just come in and press my flesh against yours, ending the change in a matter of moments."

"A ritual? What kind of ritual? I don't need to offer a pound of flesh, do I?"

Suddenly, Ceylon reached his neck forward to use his lower beak to bap Jayri on the top of his head. "Stop talking for a moment and let me explain!" He hissed, feathers on end and ears pressed against his skull.

Taken aback, Jayri stumbled away and sat on the edge of his bed, totally shocked at being struck by the majestic beast that was in his home. He meekly nodded, avoiding eye contact.

Ceylon bowed his head slowly before speaking. "Now, I will give you what you want, and I don't expect anything in return. I will change your form, but I do not demand anything of you tonight."

Jayri's ears perked up curiously, but he kept his maw shut and nodded in agreement.

"But when I leave here when I am done, I do want you to let people know what I've done for you. Anyone who will listen, anyone who cares. I want them to know. One day, perhaps a week from now, maybe years down the road, when I feel you've spread the word, I will return to you and ask one small favor, which you must fulfil without hesitation. Is this acceptable?"

"Hrm." Jayri's eyes narrowed as he lowered his head in thought. "How do I know this isn't some trick where you ask me to kill someone, or even worse, kill myself. Take my life in exchange for a few months of pure happiness?"

The gryphon shook his head vigorously. "No no. The favor I would ask is nothing a friend wouldn't ask of another. If you were as devout as you claim, you'd know I never ask for anyone's life, that's not the kind of devotion I have in mind."

Jayri nodded.

"So are those terms acceptable? A period of enthusiastic devotion in exchange for a lifetime of happiness knowing you're the form you feel you should have been born with?"

Jayri nodded a second, more vigorous time, but then raised a finger. "You assure me this isn't some ploy or play on words that will end up with me suffering with parts that don't work or a form that isn't complete?"

Ceylon nodded this time. "Indeed. Your form will be precisely how it is you wish it to be; all of your parts - male and female - will be fully functional, and I even have a little trick, where if you so desire within a reasonable time of the transformation you can revert to your old self by willing your body to transform at any time. But if that happens, you will never get another gift such as this. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity."

"I see. I see." The dragon rubbed at his orange mane. "Well, I suppose I really have nothing to lose, right? So let's do this? Um, you know what, now that I think about it, if you don't just touch me and change me, how do you go about transforming me?"

A smile spread across the gryphon's face once again as he lowered his head to look Jayri directly in the eyes, his sky blue eyes glaring right at the dragon's own golden yellow orbs. "You complained about being born in the wrong body. The only way to amend this is to allow you to be truly reborn in the proper body. The symbolism is perfect."

The two stared at each other as Jayri put the pieces of the puzzles together in his head.

He needed to be reborn, which meant, he needed to experience birth. To experience birth, he needed to be in a womb, squeezed out like a slimy newborn. To get in there, he had to...wait. Wait! "Wait a second, so you're saying I need to...how are you going to make me reborn? Aren't you male? How could you give birth to me without a womb?"

"Really?" Ceylon mocked. "God of Transformation, you called me by name and title, and you don't realize I can be either gender at will? Some devout you are." He turned to leave, deliberately raising his tail and swaying his hips as he did so, giving Jayri a perfect look, and more importantly, whiff of his femaleness.

"No!" Jayri cried as he lunged at Ceylon's haunches, wrapping his arm around the gryphon's feline hind paw. "I didn't mean it like that! I just...I wanted confirmation, I wanted to hear it from..." His voice trailed off as a powerfully aromatic, pungent yet deliciously sweet scent of nectar shot up his nostrils. "...You."

"I thought so." Ceylon cooed as he looked back over his shoulder. His meaty vulva were tensing up, his clit folding outwards to expose a bit of his steamy inner cunny lips to the cool air of the cave, the pursing of said lips spewing bits of clear fluid onto the dragon's cave floor. "I gather you know what to do."

Jayri's ears twitched and he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath to suck back as much of the gloriously sweet scent as he could. His mind focused on the aroma and its source: the fluid and the meaty folds it had came from. He let out a gentle moan as he rocked back and forth, eyes closed and hand on the gryphon's powerful, muscled haunches. Images of moist cunny lips smothering his muzzle that flashed in his mind made him smile.

"Well? Do you know what to do?" Ceylon repeated, this time a bit more urgently.

The snappy response of the gryphon jerked Jayri from his trance. "Uh, yeah,I think so, I just....trying to figure out how to make it work."

Ceylon backed up, forcing his haunches to press against Jayri's muzzle, pushing him back.

"Hey!"

"You know that smell, little dragon. You know what you want to do with it. A gryph's got needs too, so you better start fulfilling your half of the bargain or I'll have to use you like most gods would." His tail arched around to wrap around Jayri's waist, coiling around backwards and squeezing like a hungry snake.

Oddly enough, the sensation of a snakelike appendage wrapping around his waist and constricting gently didn't exactly scare Jayri; in fact it just excited him more.

"I can smell your arousal, dragon. No need to play shy."

Jayri was dumbfounded. He'd be getting a new form AND the opportunity to be smothered in wonderfully aromatic gryphon flesh, yet he wasn't taking a running dive in, headfirst. Perhaps it was just too much all at once, or maybe he wanted to prolong the scents and sensations as long as he could. Regardless, he was frozen solid, nostrils only inches from the gryphon's hot flesh between her cheeks. He could literally feel the moist steam rising off the moist lips, making a beeline to the dragon's sensitive nostrils. Every inhalation sent a wave of excitement through his body that pinpointed deep within his sheathe. He briefly shot a glance down to see a single reflection of moonlight wobbling off a bead of precum that had emerged from his opening.

"Go on, I can tell you want to, Jayri. Do it for your God." Ceylon demanded as he took another step back, mashing Jayri's muzzle between his rump cheeks, smearing heat juices all over his snout.

"Merf!" Jayri cried out. Startled at first, he quickly let himself relax as the gryphon's lips were pressed against his. The clit tensed up to expose more of her smooth, cherry pink walls right in front of Jayri's very clear view. Cautious but eager, he raised a single paw to pry her lip to the side so he could get a taste. His tongue slipped from his maw to lap against her velvety canal wall, soaking up her fluids before returning to his mouth to deposit the sweet flavors.

He let out a long, enjoyable moan as his eyes rolled back in his skull. The flavor was delectable, as he'd imagined it would be, but it was also intoxicating. He felt like he was losing strength in his legs and was about to fall over, but kept himself from doing so by grabbing a hold of the base of Ceylon's tail. The gryphon didn't seem to mind.

I can't believe this is actually happening! Jayri thought to himself, his inner monologue a muted squee of delight as he thought about just what was about to happen. He was snout-deep in the gloriously aromatic and tasty cunny lips of Ceylon the God of Transformation, who was in turn going to turn him into his desired form. Not only was he allowed to do it, but it appeared that Ceylon actively wanted it to happen! Could it get any better?

A sly grin spread across the dragon's face as he gained the confidence to thrust with passion. He regained the strength in his legs and let go of the gryphon's tail, nuzzling in between the shapely rump cheeks to get another taste of the fluids that soaked his snout; his free hand trailed its way down over Ceylon's flank so his thumb could once again peel the thick, tender lip back, exposing more of the gryphon's pink insides for his muzzle to rub against. The inner flesh was so very soft, warm, and wet; not rippled or cold like a dragon's snatch. He gave it another lick, and it was just as sweet as it was the other times.

He tried to hold back, but he just couldn't keep himself from pushing himself in deeper. The dragon's wide hips and malleable flesh made him feel like he could slip in with ease, so he had to test her limits. Well, his limits. A hint of doubt bubbled up in Jayri's mind: Does he call Ceylon he or she? He'd always been known as male, but he very clearly was female as he stand, legs spread and tail raised in Jayri's home.

"You can call me Female, dear." Ceylon cooed as she looked over her shoulder, as though she'd been reading the dragon's mind. "And yes, I can read your mind, so don't worry about speaking." She added.

Well, alright then! No point in worrying about formalities. Jayri thought to himself as he shook his head from side to side, snout sloshing about inside the gryphon's capacious canal. He grinned another toothy grin and pushed in deeper, letting his muzzle part her folds with ease until her ebony lips were pressed against his bridge, forcing him to close his eyes and relish the sensations rather than worrying about seeing what was smothering him.

Ceylon waggled her hips back and forth, shifting from hindpaw to hindpaw as she pushed back, urging the dragon in deeper. Her legs were spreading and her cunny was oozing a viscous, clear fluid down Jayri's chest. It was a thick lube that, as best he could tell, tasted like a weak honey; more of it was escaping between the crack in his maw, so he swallowed some of it and it was delicious! It had a particularly thick disposition as it slid down his throat, but it didn't slide into his belly, it coated his oesophagus and stayed there, so when he inhaled it slid right into his lungs!

There was an overwhelming need to cough and hack with his snout buried in gryphon cunny, but he just...didn't. The sensation of having his lungs filled with her viscous fluids made it feel like there was a lump in the back of his throat, but he could breathe fine - albeit slowly. As her juices permeated his chest cavity, the motions he made got slower, prolonging the sensations of flesh smothering his face, pulsating around him with every thrust, her clit tensing up underneath his chin to spew more goo down his chest and into his throat.

An overwhelming desire to push himself further encompassed his entire being; without a second thought, he pushed the hand that was prying Ceylon's lip away right into her, feeling it slide past his muzzle to disappear deep into the gryphon's cavernous passage. He could feel, deep within her, a slightly firm but gaped open ring of flesh that must have been the cervix.

Feeling Jayri's form slipping ever so deep into her, Ceylon arched her back and sat down,forcing her juicy lips to glide effortlessly over the dragon's head, pressing his frills and mane flat against his neck and forcing his horns against his neck, making his nose point straight into her. He didn't mind. Rather than thrash about or yank back, he pushed in deeper, using his submerged hand to prod at the opening to her womb, and his horns to rub against her velvety depths, rotating his head side to side for maximum pleasure.

Obviously his motions did something to the eager, cavernous gryph, because her walls tightened up to constrict around Jayri's form, her flesh sending pleasure through his body as he shifted inside to be more comfortable. His legs were still on the ground, pushing up as she wiggled and leaned back, engulfing more of him.

As her lips sucked on his form, he folded his wings up against his body and helped angle his wingshoulders just right so that they slipped in alongside the rest of him. Her lips slowly passed over him, engulfing his neck, chest, wings, and eventually belly as she sat back on him. Inside, his fist poked through into her womb and his snout was soon to follow, slipping through her canal to press against the tight rim of flesh that was wrapped around his forearm like a wristband. He wiggled back and forth, sucking back more of her delicious and surprisingly breathable fluids into his belly and lungs, licking his chops of the delicious goo and the walls that supplied it intermittently.

Most curious, the gryphon's meaty lips held his wings and hand tight against his body, so his hand was stuck right beside his hard but sheathed member. Unable to resist temptation, he grasped around outside the warm confines of the Gryphon God's backside to grab a firm hold of his length, stroking his furred sheathe up and down it until its striped, ridged cock exposed itself to the cavern air. His mind wasn't predominantly occupied by anything other than the cock in his hand and the tender pussy walls that clenched and sucked on him, but a flash of his mind thought about how his cock, and the meaty lips that were swallowing him must have been releasing all sorts of steam, be they pheromones or just heat and moisture.

Ceylon leaned back again, using her leverage against Jayri's exposed legs to push him in deeper. He felt his cock bending downwards as it pressed against her clit, only to slide in with the rest of him and twist, once again poking itself directly upwards in his hand. Her lips continued to slide over his form until her opening was clamping his knees together, the pressure sucking him in deeper.

Inside, he writhed gently, thrusting his hips forward to rub his sensitive member against her velvety, intermittently tensing flesh. He could feel her muscles contracting around his rump and tailbase, effectively pushing him deeper, which he helped with by splaying out his raised hand inside her womb, using the inside of her cervix to tug himself through her birth canal. He could feel gravity shift as his Goddess raised her rump, picking him off off the ground; soon thereafter, his head and upper body felt gravity tugging on them - she had her chest pressed to the ground.

Gravity helped him slide inch by inch into her soft womb. Her muscle contractions and clit-winks each - with the help of gravity and the slick lubricating fluid coating her walls - helped push the excited dragon deeper into her. A few squeezes later and her juicy lips closed over his feet, leaving only his tail sticking out as his head and shoulders poked through into her womb with a lurch, her firm ring of flesh passing over his body and clenching down on his midsection.

Jayri was faced with a bit of a moral conundrum. The fluids that were gumming up his insides made him desire being completely encased in her womb, and he wanted to use his feet to push against the inside of her tensing cunny lips, but he didn't want his claws to do any damage to the perfectly smooth and moist flesh of her caverns. Trying his best to compromise, he bent his legs and used his knees to push himself in deeper, careful to keep his toes curled and claws safely away from risking catching on her smothering walls.

As pleasure rocked her nethers, more of his form lurched and jerked forward; her muscles contracted, each pulsation a wave of flesh starting at her opening and squeezing inward to force him deeper. Before long, the tight opening separating womb and birth canal finally forcing itself over his hips to clamp down on his upper thighs and tail, forcing him in with the aid of gravity. He spun around inside, curling up with only his tail sticking out into her pulsating canal. His cock rapidly slid down against her walls, eventually being squeezed through her cervix and he couldn't hold back. As he curled up into a ball, his torso tensed up and he shot a wad of his seed into the fluids that were filling in all the slots and crevices between their bodies. Her flesh was tight around his form, and her slick, tasty fluids were filling up the rest of her womb to emulate, well, being in a womb.

Idly, he tugged on his tail to let it curl up around his chest and neck; his wings were partially outstretched, wrapping around him. As the liquids finished secreting from her walls, filling in her womb to be an oblong, dragon-filled orb, he felt himself growing complacent. His chest began to tingle, as though it was itchy, like a feather was lightly dragging across it, or he was in the ocean in a bed of flowing seaweed. It was an unnerving feeling, but it passed quickly; at least until he felt a much stronger version of the tickling sensation underneath his furred balls. It started feeling like someone was tickling him with a claw, but quickly felt like someone was dragging the pointy clawtip down his taint. He tensed up and gritted his teeth, but the sensation soon passed and he felt himself drifting off into delirium.

As his chest slowly heaved, inhaling her viscous goo into his lunks, his vision began to shine, slowly emerging flashes and flares of yellow and orange emerging behind his eyelids; it was as though he'd been laying in the sun and was clamping his eyes shut. From those brilliant swaths of warm light came a gryphon, wings spread as she glided down to in front of the dragon.

He opened his eyes, and found he was no longer within her warm confines, but in the middle of a meadow that looked vaguly like his own, but wasn't surrounded by treeline or the cliff that was his home. In fact, he saw nothing but meadow whichever direction he looked. Curious, he glanced down at his form and saw he had a pair of bulbous, round breasts on his chest!

"Hey! You did it!" He exclaimed to the descending gryphon.

She shook her head as she landed, folding her wings over her back. He could clearly see she had a round, pregnant belly. "No, not just yet. Soon."

Confused, Jayri looked back down to his body and cupped his breast in his palm. "Looks done to me. Feels like it, too."

She nodded again. "This is a dream; well, more like a psychic projection I'm offering you to chat while the changes happen. Your form is as it will be when I give birth to you tomorrow morning."

"So, that's all the time you need to change me? Overnight?" He was idly pressing his hands against his form, one hand reaching between his legs to feel a moist slit between his rump and sack.

"Actually, I could have done it to you in a matter of minutes, but I find this much more fun for both parties."

Jayri smiled. "You horny Goddess."

"Everyone needs release from time to time, my subject, even the holiest of us. I got to help one of my followers while satisfying my own needs, I like to think we all benefited from this."

"So, you're telling me this is the favor, and that the whole 'I will return to demand something of you' thing was just a ruse to see if I was willing to do it?" Jayri proposed.

"Aaaha!" Ceylon threw her head back and let out a hearty chuckle. "Dear me, no. I will certainly return at a later date to claim my favor; your benefit is potentially permanent, mine is fleeting. I appreciate your willingness to please me as well as yourself, but I will return."

Jayri flirted with the idea of acting disappointed, but part of him hoped he'd enjoy a followup similar to his first encounter with the Goddess of Transformation, so he just smiled. "It would be my honor, m'lady."

"Of course it would. Now remember, you can at any time reverse the process to lose your female parts, but once you do so, you will never get another opportunity to live your hermaphroditic desires. To reverse the transformation, you just have to wish for it upon sleeping, and when you wake, your body will be as it was yesterday." Ceylon explained, one claw raised to accent certain words.

"Sounds simple enough. What if I make a mistake and think about it but don't want that?"

"You will have to be careful with your thoughts. Always be thankful of your gift, and take great care to appreciate it as your day ends, so you can wake the next morning with equal happiness. As long as this is the case, you will forever be who and what you desire."

Jayri nodded slowly as he noticed the world around him was growing blurry. "Sounds...fair..." he started as the meadow curled up around him, closing in above him and blocking off all light, before constricting around him, the grass growing wet and squishy. The walls clamped down on him, curling him up into a ball before spinning him around, flipping him on his side and pressing his face against a bit of warm, moist mud.

He had woken back up inside the gryphon's confines, and he could feel her contractions pressing down against him, sloshing him about inside her womb until his muzzle pressed against her opening. One more contraction squeezed his whole body, forcing his snout to poke out from her womb into her birth canal; he felt the pressure release right as the fluids that held him suspended in her leaked out, a torrent of goo exploding from her womb to slicken her vaginal walls and splatter out on his cave floor. He tried to open his eyes, and much to his surprise, her canal had gaped open from womb to vulva, a little slit of early morning light shining into her, bouncing and reflecting off her glistening walls.

Entirely too eager to slide through her again and be reborn in his new form, he placed his feet against the back end of her womb and helped her push. Another contraction squeezed his body tight, helping launch him through her birth canal, sliding downwards through her flesh to have his head poke out from between her lips.

He nuzzled into the moist flesh, but couldn't bring his hands up to grasp her vulva and pull himself out, and his feet were no longer pressed against her back wall; he was at the mercy of her contractions and gravity to help urge him out. As he exhaled, the fluids drained from his lungs to escape his nose and throat, like entirely too much drool. His subsequent inhalation of fresh cave air did make him cough and hack, his body convulsing inside the cozy tunnel of flesh that was Ceylon's cunny.

In response, she forced another contraction to clamp down on his body, forcing his entire form out in one gooey slide. He landed head first on the ground, did a somersault, and landed square on his back, wings splayed out as he looked directly up at his cave ceiling; part of his view obstructed by the underside of a gryphon's tail and a gaping, moist, dripping cunny that spewed more fluids over the dragon's breasts as it contracted another wink.

The dragon's breasts.

Jayri had to take a moment to really process that though. Instantly, he got up to one elbow and massaged his chest, making sure his orbs were real and as functional as he'd hoped. The grogginess that the juices and goo had imbued upon his mind were quickly clearing up, and he was getting more and more excited as he patted his hands over his body. His cock, striped and proud, was fully engorged and laying on his belly as he reached around it to give his slit a bit of a tickle - an action that sent chills up his spine and down his tail.

"This is....this is wonderful!" He sighed happily as he laid back down on the ground, one hand between his spread legs and the other rubbing his chest.

He looked up at Ceylon, who was on her side, face buried in her crotch as she licked up her excess fluids. There was a long, stringy puddle of her lubrication across the cave floor connecting the two of them. Jayri was worried he'd have to clean himself and the mess up, but as soon as he rolled to get up, Ceylon had already hopped up and was dragging her tongue across his body to clean him off.

"Lucky me!" Jayri cooed, eyes partially closed as he focused on the sensation of gryphon tongue slapping across his body to clean up the clear goo.

She stopped a moment to smile at him. "Lucky indeed. Just hold still a moment while I finish up cleaning my mess, then I'll be on my way."

The dragon got to his feet and let the Gryphon Goddess lap at his every inch; she started at his face and neck, sure to clean out the matted fuzz that was his mane before working down to his arms and upper chest. Most of his wings were dry by the time she got to them, but he didn't mind her trying anyway. Around she paced, sure to get in between his tail and legs, even taking special time to drive her tongue up between Jayri's legs to tickle at his newly christened lips; his toes curled and his eyes rolled back at the pleasure before she withdrew the tongue to finish up cleaning the end of his tail and legs.

Content with her work, she stepped backwards towards the opening to Jayri's cave, bowing her head to him as she said her farewells. "May you have the best of days, Jayri. Enjoy your form, and never forget what I have done for you here this morning." Before the dragon could react or properly thank her, she hopped back and spun around, falling out the cave mouth to catch a gust of wind and glide off into the distance.

He ran forward to watch as the majestic beast disappeared over the horizon. He gave her a wave and grinned a toothy grin, his free hand still idly tweaking his nipple and massaging the perfectly round mass of breast on his chest. His tail was swaying happily as he got a look at the morning.

Life was suddenly so much better now. He couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of happiness washing over him.

Without another moment's hesitation, he dove out his cave and spread his wings to catch the wind as he would soon catch opportunities in his renewed life.