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Ovipositive Change

She kept low to the ground as she crept along, belly dragging over the high stalks of grass. She had her wings tight against her body and her years flat against her skull as her eyes darted back and forth to ensure nobody was watching. Her name was Ceylon, she was a gryphon, and she could feel her body preparing to lay the clutch of eggs, and she wanted the privacy.

In her travels, she found that one of her favorite environments to lay was usually in an area with water nearby so she could clean up after she was done. She didn't keep the eggs - they were never fertile - but she often let snakes or other creatures eat them so the yolk and fluid didn't go to waste, and swamp lands, marshes, and lakeshores were brimming with all sorts of wildlife that would happily gobble up what she had to offer.

This time she was taking a break from her duties as a war mount to disappear into the marshy forests behind the front lines. The forest was thick with mossy trees, long reeds, and water everywhere. The entire forest was dotted with what had to be thousands of tiny ponds, a few smaller lakes, and creeks connecting them. Beautiful place to leave her would-be offspring.

As she stepped next to a tree and tested it with her talons, she felt a familiar lurching sensation in her lower abdomen, telling her it was time and she couldn't be picky about where she nestled down to lay her clutch.

The gryphon sat on her haunches, resting her talon on her belly to feel around, doing her best to count the eggs so she'd know when she was done and she could move on. Best to her knowledge, she counted three. Not bad, not her largest clutch, once she had twelve all at once! She could barely move without fear of cracking them inside her womb! Other times she'd had as many as six or eight, but usually it was somewhere between two and five; sometimes she only had one, but in that event it was usually a very big one that was an ordeal to pass.

Still, three felt right. She could handle that.

With her time running out, she gently padded her way around and through the long, wet grass to try to find a comfortable spot that didn't leave her partially submerged while also keeping her near the water. She was careful with her footing - the marshy mud could suck up limbs with ease and trap an unwary gryph if she wasn't careful - but was distracted by a gentle blue flash that passed by next to her. She only caught it out of the corner of her eye, but it still made her tense up, birth canal contracting to keep the eggs from slipping from womb to rest within her lips.

Once she focused on the source of the gentle glow, she remained still. In spite of her keen raptor eyes, she still was unable to see the source, so she decided it must have been a trick of the eye, or a release of methane in the marsh that was getting to her. It wasn't uncommon that the environment mixed with her blood pressure while laying would give her some minor hallucinations.

Slowly, she regained her confidence, so she turned in place a few times, flattening some grass to make a makeshift nest as she laid her belly down, hind legs spread and tail gently raised and back arched ever so slightly to expose her vulva to the grass behind her. She could feel a gentle trickle of her birthing fluid sliding over the sides of her lips and onto the grass, moistening her canal to allow the eggs to slip through.

Another gentle flashing of the blue light out of the corner of her eye! She quickly got to her feet and clenched her pelvic muscles again, halting the eggs from escaping. A series of strands of gooey fluid trailed from her fur and flesh between her legs and under her tail to the many blades of grass she'd been pressing against.

This time she took a bit longer to watch around her, sure that something was watching her - stalking her like prey. The time she laid back down, faking grunts and a shifting of her hindquarters to make it look like she was about ready again. This time, she was anticipating another disruption, so her trained raptor eyes were able to catch the one that stalked her.

She saw the blue glow again, this time hidden in the reeds behind her. Whatever it was, it was small - the glow was barely visible even when she was looking directly at it. As soon as she realized how small this creature was - be it hostile or benevolent - it was not a threat. Absolute worst case scenario, it would bite at her exposed flesh as she laid, and she'd swat it away with a tail and step on it like the bug it was. Not a big deal.

Yet, at the same time, the hormones that were flowing through her urged her to show off a bit. Maybe coax it into nipping at her. When arousal got the better of her mind, she thought up all sorts of kinky scenarios, and right now she was hoping that whatever was taking a voyeuristic interest in her was a tentacled swamp beast like the ones in the grand Jungle Marsh of Arrenthen - but she knew that was almost certainly not the case as they were local only to Arrenthen and hadn't been found elsewhere.

Her mind filled with all sorts of fantasies, and as her thoughts drifted from a typical fight or flight response to a more engaging use of her imagination, she found herself relaxing ever so slightly, the first egg shifting around inside. She clamped her beak shut as she felt the oblong, textured sphere rotate in her womb until the narrow end was resting in her relaxed cervix, the rhythmic contractions grinding the other eggs against it to slowly force it out.

She let out a shuddering whimper as she felt her vulva part and her birth canal expand, opening her up from lips to the cervix that was gently holding the first egg back.

Another gentle glow of the blue started up from behind her, the source of it barely above the parting of the tallest strands of grass. She could look back over her shoulders without showing mich attention, and she quickly made sense of what was watching her. It was a tiny frilled lizard, only it looked more like it had scales like a fish, and a sleek form like a shark. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but it walked like some lizards, had glowing parts on its arms, huge frills on either side of its head, and a glowing bulb at the end of a arched fleshy appendage off its forehead.

The more she looked, the clearer it showed it was some sort of shark, yet it was on land. Interesting, but just the right size. The corners of her beak curled up into a devious smile as she concocted a plan driven by lustful fantasy.

With a grunting push, she bared down on the egg, keeping her birth canal loose and relaxed. The first egg popped from her womb and slid through her pussy with ease, exploding from her lips to press against the ground as she stood up, leaving it in a pile of her own fluids and a series of gooey trails from it to her lips. She curled around herself and raised a leg, idly lapping at her own opening to clean it of the fluids a bit, using that little shift to get a better look at whatever or whoever it was watching her.

Both eyes were trained directly on the spot that she saw the glow emanate from - she was looking directly at him without fully acknowledging him - she wanted him to know she knew, but wanted him to keep watching. She wanted to show off, as it turned her on. She loved putting on a show. And with one egg down, she could certainly make a great bit of entertainment of the remaining two.

Once she knew her lips were clean of the birthing fluid that was oozing out of her, she laid back down, using one of her hind legs to push the first egg away towards the voyeuristic watcher as she arched her back and raised her tail, once again exposing her soft flesh, which she contracted and let relax to give the impression of need and a pulsating desire. Her lips were throbbing, much like her heart, though at a much lower rate.

She grunted and arched her neck up a bit, closing her eyes to focus on the sensations of the remaining eggs inside. A few specific and directional contractions of her abdomen quickly had the next egg's crest lining up in her cervix, pressing out against the back end of her pussy. She wanted him to see, she wanted to show off, and let him enjoy the view, so she lifted her rump end up just a bit, relaxing on the tip of her paws with her meaty ebon-fleshed vulva parted ever so gently. She couldn't see from where she was, but the cool air that tickled her from lips to womb told her that, with a bit of light, anyone could see right into her where the egg was pushing at her cervix.

That's exactly what she wanted, but rather than make it easy for her little voyeur, she clamped her muscles shut to close off the view, the flesh clapping against itself and making a deep meaty whoosh. The moment her vulva closed up, she heard a rustling in the grass behind her, so she relaxed again, letting her canal dilate throughout, once again exposing the egg that was resting deep inside.

Once again, she grunted and arched her back, this time squeezing her belly tight, the second egg's shell grinding against the first as her womb contracted. It was hard, to squeeze her abdomen but leave her pelvic muscles relaxed to allow the egg through, but she had to, if not, the egg would never leave her.

The gryphon was concentrating on the balance of muscle tensing as another rustle came from the grass behind her. The little voyeur had emerged from his hiding spot and had darted to underneath her tail, his little glowing bead illuminating her from the inside out. He leaned into her, pressing his little claws against her vulva as he buried his head in her canal, the tip of his bio-luminescent stalk tickling at her posterior wall.

She instinctively clamped shut as he buried his upper half between her lips. Her walls closed around him squeezed tight, but it didn't deter him, he was still kicking at the grass and her furred inner thighs for leverage, trying to push himself in deeper. She wasn't sure if he was trying to get at the egg, or if he just wanted inside her; either way, she was more than happy to let him in, so she relaxed again, her canal dilating yet again, the walls of her canal dripping gooey birthing fluids.

The little creature finally caught his claws on the side of her vulva, giving him the leverage he needed to slip entirely into her, his tail the only thing poking out as she twitched her muscles, a pained response to his claws. Once he was in fully, she gently squeezed on him a bit, soaking him in her juices before finally arching her back and giving a powerful push against the egg.

It popped out through her cervix and into her canal, pushing the air out, but not pushing the creature out of her. Instead, he dug his claws into her slick walls as the egg slipped past him, pressing his form against her flesh as it bypassed him and plopped out into the grass behind her.

The sensation of egg slipping through her was nice, but the shark-shaped imprint of the eager voyeur against her walls paired with the poking of his claw tips actually kind of hurt, but she wasn't phased much, the pain was pleasure when her hormones were flowing through her body and her desire overcame her survival instinct. Plus, she'd never had a creature inside her as the eggs slipped out. This was a whole new experience for her, and she wanted to enjoy it.

And enjoy it she did, with her walls collapsing and compressing against the shark-creature as he pushed and clawed his way up deeper, his snout pressing through her cervix to join the last egg in her womb. His claws stopped hurting, and felt only like barbs on a drake's cock, even as the last of his tail slipped into her and his upper body was dilating the opening to her womb. She couldn't tell for sure, but it felt like he was fervently licking at her, tasting her fluids as he nuzzled at her flesh.

She gave one final squeeze with her pelvic muscles to massage his whole body before grunting and pushing out, forcing the last egg to shift around in her womb, trapping him against the inside of her cervix as it came to rest next to him, the crest of it poking out into her birth canal and pinning his torso up against it.

Rather than wait and be slow, she gave another deep, powerful push that loosened her cervix and poked the end of the egg out with a powerful, slow lurching sensation that caught the little shark-creature out with it, forcing him out of her in one quick motion, leaving her canal gaping and her clitoris winking in pleasure as the last of the egg and his body slid past it. A flood of fluids escaped her womb and drooled out her lips to splash in a puddle next to him.

There was a sound of cracking, so she looked back over her shoulder to see the creature - now covered in ooze - with his head inside one of the eggs, an erratically shaped hole in the shell exposing the yolk and whites to him. He was lapping eagerly at it, sucking back bits of it at a time. She could see the yolk distorting its shape as he sucked at it. It was like he wanted the full egg, even though he could have fit inside it with room to spare. Cute.

Rather than turn around and help him out, or show any direct attention - she felt that he was too engrossed in the consumption of the egg to care - she squatted back down, wrapping her tail around him and the egg, exposing her vulva again in the hopes he'd drive back in and use those little talons of his to massage her from within. With no egg in her anymore, she didn't gape, but her lips did peel out to expose a strip of deep red flesh inside, the moist flesh drooling her typically clear, gooey fluid. The last of the birthing agent from her womb.

To her dismay, he didn't leap to her inviting flesh, so she quickly wrapped the tip of her tail around him, prying him away from the egg. She watched over her shoulder as he made grabby-claws at the edge of the cracked shell, not wanting to leave his meal, making a cute little squeaky sound as his claws scraped over the rounded shell. Her tail was, fortunately, very prehensile, and she used it to press him, face first, into her soft, puffy, moist vulva.

He resisted at first, but then quickly changed his tone when it became clear he was taking a trip into her womb, where another egg may be resting and waiting for him. The moment he realized this, he stopped struggling and resumed his fervent clawing at her walls to go in deeper.

With the realization of his eagerness, Ceylon pulled her tail tip from her opening and sat down, rocking her body back and forth as she clenched her pelvic muscles, squeezing him in place and sealing off her vulva and forcing him in deeper, the sharp sensation of claws prodding at her sensitive, slick flesh. She could feel his snout push into her cervix - a deep mix of pain and pleasure - as he forced his way in. Her womb was closing off now that her eggs had been laid, so it wouldn't take long before he was curled up inside her.

She gave yet another powerful squeeze, sucking him up deeper to have his whole form slip through into her womb, sans his tail. He was so small that she didn't see so much as a bulge in her belly from him, but that was fine, she could still feel his claws prodding at the inside of her cervix as he flailed about. Best she could tell, he was looking for an egg and growing increasingly panicked at the lack of a meal. No eggs inside her, not anymore.

Despite not being able to see a bulge, she could see his glowing parts through her belly flesh, giving her a gentle blue tinge in her lower torso. She wrapped her talon around her belly and rolled onto her back, staying in place as her womb gurgled with his every motion. In time, he slowly gave up and curled up inside her. He couldn't get out, and there was no egg inside.

Luckily for the little shark, he'd soon find out that her fluids were rich with oxygen and could be inhaled or passed through gills to keep him alive. He wouldn't suffocate inside. No, she had a particularly interesting anatomy that could hold little creatures like him inside for weeks or months.

Content with her little prisoner inside her womb, she rolled around a bit before getting to her feet, shaking off the twigs and dirt from her wings, and cleaning in the cleanest little pond she could find. Once she was content, she leaned back to lick at her own vulva as the returned to normal size and shape, then happily trotted off to return to the front lines.

Over time, the lining of her uterus solidified and calcified, forming an oblong shell around the shark-creature inside her, trapping him in his own personal egg filled with the albumen and yolk. The fluids he was inhaling into his lungs and through his gills put him into a deep, coma-like state - not unlike the semi-consciousness of being pre-born - for the week that it took her to return to the same area she'd met him.

Once she returned, she padded her way around until she found the exact same location she'd laid last time, only this time she had only one egg. The egg with the shark inside it. Ceylon was surprised to see that the eggs from the week prior had disappeared, only a few idle chips of broken eggshell remained buried deep in the tangled grasses in a small pile. Other creatures must have eaten them. Good, no egg should ever go to waste.

She wasn't prepared for birthing the egg, as this was an unnatural concoction rather than a natural progression from embryo. This time, she'd need to manually dilate her cervix to allow the egg to pass without being crushed.

Her lips weren't as engorged as they were the week prior, and she wasn't leaking gooey fluids like last time, but it didn't take much to excite her enough to coat her walls with her own lubricants. She laid on her back and spread her legs, wings pushing against the ground for balance as she reached down with her talon and inserted a couple digits into herself, squeezing at her meaty clit and pressing against her most sensitive spots on the anterior wall of her pussy.

With only a few seconds of rubbing, she felt her muscles contract and her fluids begin to flow. Her arousal was swift, overtaking her from lips to womb, a tingling sensation creeping up her spine as she fantasized about feeling the egg pass through her, the textured shell of it sliding through her body and teasing her from within.

Almost instantly, she felt her body contract, her abdomen squeezing and the egg shifting inside her to aim its crest at her cervix. She slipped two digits deep into her, prodding at her opening with her talons to help dilate it. Her cervix had descended so that it was near her vulva, so she didn't need to slip her whole hand in there to reach it, thankfully.

She shifted both fingers deep inside her, 'walking' them over her engorged anterior wall, making her entire canal clamp shut, halting the egg from emerging into it. She was okay with this, as it felt wonderful to have the shell sliding in and out of her pussy, even if it was only prodding at her canal from womb a bit at a time.

Both fingers kept dragging their tips over her G-spot, coaxing one wink after another of her engorged clit, so she sqeezed at it gently, rubbing her thumb and the side of her index knuckle down either side of it. The sharp pleasure that shot up her body coaxed yet another contraction from her, forcing the egg to pop from her womb in one brisk motion, leaving the entire length and girth of it resting heavily in her pussy. She took care to not squeeze too much on it, fearing too much pressure would crack the shell before it was out of her, the little shark-creature stuck in a collapsed shell!

No, that wouldn't do. She had to be careful and guide it out of her. She let the tip of it rest between her talons, slowly letting it slide through her tender flesh and part her lips, slowly dilating her as more of the egg emerged into the humid air of the marsh.

However, the sensations of it slowly pushing through her tickled her just right, and she couldn't help herself but to push it back in as far as it would go, feeling the deep lurching sensation of the textured, oblong egg sliding over her G-spot and pressing hard against her cervix with the dull end of it. In and out she shifted it, clenching down to slip it mostly out before pushing it back in with her fingers, thrusting at her walls with the gently textured shell, coaxing bits of creamy fluid from under her clit, squirting tiny strands of lubrication to dribble out around her lips.

As her climax came to her, she felt her muscles contract fully, forcing the egg out even against the pressing of her fingers, plopping it down in a wet mess in the middle of the curl of her tail, a puddle of fluids both clear and creamy sliding over the side of it as her clit winked and another thick stream of her ejaculate splattered over the grass and fur beneath her twitching vulva.

She saw the glow of the creature inside the egg, pulsating in a deep, slow rhythm. The egg itself seemed blue thanks to the bio-luminescence that was emanating from within, and she couldn't hold back any longer. She curled up and tapped the tip of her beak on the egg, weakening it and forming a crack that she happily pried at until the entire egg crumbled into a dozen pieces, leaving the little shark creature in a fetal position among the albumen, yolk, and the combined fluids of her climax.

The little creature stirred and slowly woke, blinking his eyes as his glowy parts throbbed with illumination. His little tail flopped in the gooey mess as he sat up, wiping the mess from his eyes. He looked down at his own form to notice that his lower half was now striped, much the same way Ceylon's back half was striped - a distinct change from before he disappeared into her womb, when he simply had spots and speckles.

The gryphon opened her beak and laid her tongue against his back, happily cleaning him of the mess as he contemplated the change in his form and features. His little ear frills twitched in excitement as he stared, gape-jawed, at his hand, the tongue brushing up his spine and around his neck to clean him of the last bit of fluids.

The biggest surprise, however, was the addition of wings. As her tongue lapped at his back and sides, he felt an extra pair of limbs being pried open on his back. He glanced back to see two leather-fleshed wings, much like a bat or prehistoric flying lizard. What an interesting change.

Ceylon chirped at him and nuzzled at his form with her beak, giving another loving lick in spite of him not needing to be cleaned any further. "So, little guy, what's your name?"

The shark didn't immediately respond, as he was still awestruck by the change in his form. To him, it felt like it couldn't have been more than an hour since he disappeared into her on a quest for the eggs, even though it had been a week. His lack of consciousness through the egg encapsulation distorted his perception of time, so the sudden growth of wings and change in his patterns was especially jarring.

In spite of his awe, he was able to squeak out the cutest, most hesitant response Ceylon had ever heard. "W-walts?"