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Brew 02 - Erotic Adventure

He struggled at first, resisting her amorous seating, but then quickly allowed himself to nuzzle into her tender slit. A deep warmth and rumble came from his muzzle as he belched a bit of warm smoke directly into her womb, the cloud inflating her sex just enough that he could feel her flesh peel from his muzzle and gape open. The lack of wetness smothering him triggered a desire to extend his neck and lap at her walls.

Before he could fully taste what her depths had to offer, she flexed her pelvic muscles and pulled herself up off him, the clenching contraction forcing his muzzle from her vulva with a gooey, wet splat as her clit winked and covered his chin with viscous lubrication. He was left, beak agape as his tongue licked at air and the warmth of his smoke billowed up under her tail. "H-hey, what are you doing?" Dolus protested. He was about to roll to all fours and follow her pussy wherever it went, but the dexterity of Leera's tail deep within him kept him on his back next to the bed.

Ceylon smiled and looked down at him, hopping off the bed to coddle up close to Leera as she continued to massage the dragon from within. "It's good to see the potion is so effective. I mean, I wasn't expecting it to work this fast, but your unique anatomy clearly apmplifies its effects. This is definitely a great and interesting development in our research." She smiled and lifted a leg, idly licking at her own vulva to clean them of the creamy mess that had formed in her excitement.

"What are you doing, Cey?" Dolus asked before throwing his head back and grinding his hips down against Leera's tail. He could feel the tendril of her prehensile end prodding and massaging his every wall, stabbing at what he presumed was his still-forming cervix before popping into his womb with ease. The tip of it curled and tied itself into a knot to anchor itself deep within him as it pulled more of her tail into him.

The gryphoness smiled and purred at Dolus. "I'm doing science here. I mean, I can enjoy myself as well, but I'm here primarily to learn about your body, just like you are here to learn how your anatomy meshes with ours." She fluttered her wing a bit and stepped over to Dolus, crouching over Leera's tail and nuzzling her beak up against the dragon's inner thigh. "And they say that most science can be clearly defined by a taste. Tell me Dolus, how do you taste as a female?"

Dolus felt his toes curling as Ceylon's warm breath tickled the tender flesh of his ventral opening. His scientific mind wanted to analyze the sudden and intense change of his desires and needs, but really he just needed and wanted to ride that gryphon beak while being invaded by naga tail. He twitched and whimpered, squeezing pelvic muscles against her tail, but she didn't move since her tip was anchored to his womb, and he even twitched and squeaked a bit a she felt Ceylon's tongue prod at his sensitive belly scales. "Yesss!" He hissed as he brought his hand down to caress Ceylon's cheek.

She glanced up at him and smiled, tongue lapping at his lips as she nibbled at the soft skin of his belly scales. "Pretty good, I would say. Quite tangy, a little sweet, a touch of bitter, as a female should be!" She stood tall over the dragon and arched her back, squatting down to spurt some of her own fluids onto Leera's tail for added lubrication, never breaking eye contact with Dolus.

Leera kept at his sex, muscles twitching in waves to caress and massage his malleable walls. She pumped in deep, then pulled out completely to coil her tail around in balls and rub the underside against Ceylon's lips, poking in and reverse slithering in as deep as it would go in one solid thrust. Almost two meters of her back end throbbed and writhed its way into Ceylon's pussy, the thick slimy lubrication the gryphon secreted soaking her scales, both normal and ventral.

"H-hey, what are you doing?" Dolus whimpered, reaching back down between his legs to prod and tug at his opening with his claws, the sensation sending a chill up his spine that stood his frills on end.

After a thorough pounding, she pulled herself out and held a curl of her tail up above his midsection, letting the viscous fluid dribble down off her scales and onto his wrist, which he eagerly used to moisten himself before she violently plunged her tail end into him right up to her vent with enough force to make him slide backwards along the floor.

He groaned and squirmed on place, closing his hind legs to add pressure to her invading tendril, hand trapped between his thighs. He could actually feel the throbbing bulge of her exploring tail tip pushing against his abdomen and poking his forearm through the abdominal wall. The extra pressure made him moan and whimper gently as he pushed back, arching his back to thrust against her tail. The gradually widening diameter of it let his flesh adjust quickly, the combining effects of the potion and his natural eagerness to expand his body's capabilities urging him to pull her in deeper.

His fingers found her vent; her soaked, swollen, and sloppy vent. It was pulsing and twitching in delight just a few centimeters outside of his sex, the muscles rippling through and around it as he pried her ventral scales apart, exposing her velvety flesh.

Dolus found her depths to be considerably stronger and more controlled than his own, squeezing tight enough against his invading digits that he could barely muster the strength to penetrate her. His enthusiasm overcame her aggressive muscle control, and he managed to slip his fingers into the taut opening in a brief moment when she relaxed into between aggressive wavelike thrusts.

She gasped and tensed her muscles tighter than before, the bulge of her midsection growing almost solidly firm to expand within his depths. "There we go, that'sss more like it!" She hissed at him, curling her upper body around over the piles of her folded body to slip up between Dolus and Ceylon, nuzzling the heat pits that lined her lips up against the warm clouds of smoke that billowed out from his nostrils.

Ceylon hopped off the two of them and lunged up over and around the bed, quickly, bolting out and chirping in delight before disappearing out the door to the cove that lined their yard. Leera quickly swung her head around and flicked her tongue, curious as to what was going on and Dolus did the same.

"What's that all about?" He asked, a tremor in his voice indicating he was still in the throes of pleasure from the combination of her tail and his own fingers.

"She probably had some sort of revelation. Sorry darling, but I have to go see what's going on." She gave one last, peristaltic wave of muscle contractions to massage his depths before pulling her tail end out with a wet sucking pop before slithering her way out the door to follow her mate. She barely even looked back before the last remnant of her tail slid out of view.

Dolus was frustrated and a little upset at the sudden abandonment, but he didn't really mind that much. He had his own fingers to continue pleasing himself. At least, that's what he told himself at first before remembering that he had an amulet that had been tossed to the side.

He rolled to all fours and pressed his chest to the ground with tail raised and snout buried under the bed, one moist claw slapping around until he found the amulet. Once grabbed, he held it up to find it was still as could be, no longer vibrating. That was quite disappointing to him, but he still rubbed the smooth end of it against his ventral scale for the gentle pleasure it gave.

Unfortunately, that was nowhere near dexterous or aggressive enough to please his needy sex, so he took in a long, deep breath followed by an extended, exasperated sigh before begrudgingly hopping out of the room in the cave to see both Leera and Ceylon standing on either side of the door, waiting for him. Leera was closer to the opening to the grotto and Ceylon was closer to the lodge that was their main home.

"What's going on, you two?" He asked, suddenly nervous.

Rather than answer, Leera coiled up and lunged at him, maw open to clamp down on his shoulder. The sheer strength of her strike matched with her weight and control knocked Dolus off his feet to careen backwards in a spiral, lines of sharp teeth digging into his scales as a series of coils wrapped around him in midair. They splashed to the ground together with a powerful thud that beat the air from his lungs, her form twisting and constricting him amidst the sandy beach.

The pressure in his entire body was too much all at once. He tried to struggle, to get out, but Leera's strength was so great she might as well have been made of granite or marble. Her muscles were tense to the point she was solid as rock and straight up unwilling to budge. Though, despite her unyielding strength and muscle control, she wasn't squeezing him to the point the blood vessels in his head was about to pop. Instead, she was holding him just snug enough to keep him still without hurting him. Clearly they had a plan.

"Indeed we do, Dolus." Ceylon confirmed as she walked up to the dragon that was tangled up in naga coils. "I wanted to ask you for a sample or three, but I didn't think that in your pheromone addled state you'd have the will or consent to help without trying to use anything I had to your advantage. For that reason, I have to get Leera to hold you down. Please forgive me." She smiled at Dolus before padding her way around the side of her mate and ducking down behind the wall of coils so that the dragon couldn't see her.

Dolus kicked and tried to call out in protest, but was halted when he felt a sharp stab in between his inner thighs, a needle puncturing him deep into his abdomen. He wanted to kick harder, to violently combat the aggressive attack on his newly formed genitals, but he knew that if he kept fighting, it would only make any damage worse.

After a few moments, he felt his energy subside a bit, the insatiable desire in his loins calm down a bit. There was still a slowly burning, pervasive pleasure invading his entire lower end, but it was more of a dull roar than a persistent clap of thunder.

Leera's powerful jaws peeled away from him, her rows of sharp teeth pulling from his scales in strips as she drooled all over his torso. She yawned to re-adjust her jaw before flicking her tongue and giving him a gentle kiss on the snout. "Sorry about that. Do you feel better, now?" Her powerful coils relaxed, giving Him plenty of room to wiggle himself free and pull himself out from under her weight against the unstable hot sand.

Once he was completely away from her, he stretched out his legs and tail, tensing the muscles to relax them before finally shaking himself free of the sand. "I'm okay, I suppose. I don't know what you did, but it helped." He looked back over his shoulder to see Ceylon holding up a syringe with a long metal needle, filled with what looked like 50CCs of swirling, volatile looking orange and yellow liquid.

That was the ademane that had coursed through his system, somehow pulled from his lower torso by stabbing past his ventral scales. He didn't know much about his own personal anatomy, but he knew that's not where those glands were supposed to be.

"Glad to hear it, sire." Ceylon muttered as she stared closely at the swirling liquid inside. "I don't know what happened, but it looks to me like my theory - well, hypothesis - was correct. Drinking the potion changed you, but it also moved your ademane glands from closer to your neck and lungs to down towards your reproductive system."

"I gathered that, but why?" Dolus asked, his tail low and frills laid flat to his spine.

"Simple, when I saw how aggressively insatiable you were, I knew something had went wrong. You turned into an insufferable idiot, and I knew that your ademane mixed with mine would accentuate any desires you might have. If the glands migrated to your belly, you'd be eating anything that would fit in your mouth. If they migrated to your liver, you'd have an insatiable need for alcohol even if you had never drank in your life. If it'd gotten closer to your heart, you would have become so overly energized that you could have flown from here to Koluma and back in one trip without landing. You got excessively horny, so I knew it must have ended up lining your forming uterus between that and your ovaries."

Dolus stared blankly, still a little hazy from the disorienting lust he'd felt mere moments ago. "So, wait, how is that possible? I'm a reptile, I shouldn't have ovaries or a uterus or a vagina, for that matter."

Ceylon nodded, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her beak. "Indeed, you are correct. Nice to know you understand dragon anatomy. Problem is, this potion that Satsierra gave you was derived from my own ademane, resulting in you, at least temporarily, taking some traits from me. Since I am half mammal, and I do have a vagina, uterus, and ovaries, you gained them with your gender shifting transformation, which your reptilian body isn't really equipped or prepared to handle. I'm still working on the kinks with the potion, to ensure my features don't come forth with the subject. Don't want random blokes learning my secrets, just in case."

The dragon kept pacing back and forth along the shore, coming close to a pier before returning to Ceylon, ears perked to listen close as she spoke. "So you're saying that since I'm a reptile - a dragon - that I can't handle the intensity of mammalian estrus?"

"Something like that."

"I can get behind that. So what are you going to do with that ademane you have there? I thought I was just about out of the stuff for the day." Dolus asked, pointing to the syringe full of his swirling, volatile looking ademane.

Leera slid her head forward in the sand to meet him half way, smiling and flicking her tongue, as she often did. "Some form of science, I presume. Test it on lab rats, then eat them? That's the glory of science, isn't it? So much of it is in discovery!"

Ceylon agreed. "Yeah, for now I'll just capture some of it in a beaker, and see what I can do with it. I do know that your body will keep creating more and more of it, and the only way to keep you from going into an estrus-fueled rampage would be to somehow change you back to your usual male self."

Dolus paused in the sand to think that over. "But, what if I don't want to go back to that?"

"Trust me, if you turned into a sex-crazed hen that fast when the bodily transformation hadn't even been completed, there would be no way you'd survive overnight with fully formed sex organs. Plus, based on my knowledge of your ademane and the way it reacts, I wouldn't be surprise if your body went through the stuff faster than most others. As such, I don't doubt you will have already replenished your full stock within hours. No, we'll have to revert you back to your old self." Ceylon explained, holding her head high and chest puffed out to posture and show dominance.

"But what if I want to be eternally horny? That was nice, and I'm sure you wouldn't mind too much, would you?" He paused a moment, then hung his head low, realizing before he even finished his thought that he was beaten; bested by logic. "Alright, you're probably right. But how do you propose we change me back? Got another potion in your archives that will perfectly revert me back to my own, old self?"

Leera pulled her body up into a coil around him as she pressed her belly flat to the sand, absorbing the heat as she angled her chin up to rub at his thighs, tongue flicking at his rump scales. It was distracting, but an easy reminder to Dolus how impressionable he was, because he immediately lifted his tail up as if on command.

Ceylon chuckled at his still-intense mating response. "Nope. No potion, I will have to find a way to completely and fully extract the transformative potion from you. I was thinking about doing it immediately after I found you in your lusty state, but then opted not to, desiring more data before making a final decision."

Dolus thought back to his first encounters with the gryph after the potion, remembering that Ceylon had squatted down on his face and smothered his snout in her sex. That idea excited him enough to drip a bit of liquid arousal into the sand as he chirped. "So you're saying...." He trailed off, eyes closing as he returned to the fantasy memory.

"Yes sir. You must be reborn." Ceylon confirmed, raising her eyebrow with a devious grin.

The dragon crossed his legs as he came to realize what that meant. The intimately close-up view of her nether regions and the thought of being inside her made him realize just how much he wanted that, aggressive estrus or not. He leaned into Ceylon, nuzzling up into the larger gryphoness' chest and neck plumage. "So tell me, how exactly do you plan to do that?"

She leaned down to use the curled tip of her beak to poke, prod, and preen at Dolus' spine frills, cooing gently as she did so. "Well, I don't want to ruin the surprise, but there are two ways into my womb, which is the most efficient way I can absorb the transformation potion out of you. I could surprise you, or I could just go ahead and, you know, take you inside me."

He remained busily enjoying her attention, but was still a little confused. "What do you mean, two ways to get to your womb? Not sure I follow that."

Ceylon pulled away with a pleased chirp as she nodded, raising her talon with the syringe for Leera to take and return to the lab before she explained. "Well, there's the obvious way, the more fun way if you ask me." She started by turning and lifting her tail, winking her equine-like vulva to expose a slit of cherry pink inner flesh alongside a gentle dribble of creamy lubricant. "Or, if you're more adventurous, I'm sure we can find another way to get you inside." As she finished up her offer, her tail curled up in what looked like a snake-like striking pose, the bulbous tip of it peeling away into three separate jaw-petals, each lined with four rows of snake-like teeth.

"Hngph." Dolus grunted to himself as he saw the juicy interior of Ceylon's gaping tail maw; the glisten of the moist flesh reflected the morning sun, and he could see right down its gently pulsing gullet. Still, as tempting as that entrance sounded and looked to him, he was more interested in what was under her tail than what was in her tail. He leaned in and cradled both the lower jaws and squeezed them together, urging her to close the mouth.

She grinned and chirped at him as she sealed up all three jaw-petals, the air escaping through the tip in an idle burp before reverting to normal. Her tail peeled to the side to expose the ebony flesh of her vulva, soaking wet from before and pouty with arousal. Like always, she gave a gentle wink to invite him in as she arched her back.

The smaller dragon churred and slid his way up to her, nuzzling his lips between her rump cheeks to taste at her depths, his tongue prodding out and exploring her from swollen clit to tender tailhole. As he nuzzed and churred, the warmth of his breath emanating up between her thighs, he brought both front paws up to rest on her haunches, thumbs slipping into her sex from either side, parting her lips and gaping her wide so he could nuzzle in deeper. To his surprise and ultimately his delight, he found her to be stretchy and malleable, her flesh distending with ease, walls widening to give him a nice close up view of her cervix through the gently undulating walls of her sex.

"Like what you see?" She teased, wagging her hips at him with a gentle cooing purr. Her muscles contracted around his thumbs, temporarily closing her depths to him before quivering, sputtering the fluids that her walls secreted, then opening back up. Her clit winked and dribbled some of the liquid that she'd produced over the end of it to moisten her inner thighs.

Dolus whimpered a bit and buried his upper snout in her pussy, his lower jaw and tongue cradling her clit to lap at her juices and suckle her flesh. The smoke from his nostrils billowed up and out of her depths, the warmth of her flesh mixing with it to make her entire canal a cozy, inviting cave. His nethers tingled in anticipation as her walls massaged his snout, clit throbbing on his tongue; her urethra spewed tiny specks of fem-cum into the back of his throat that he eagerly swallowed.

She smiled and looked back over her shoulder, chirping eagerly as she widened her stance, relaxing her pelvic muscles and wrapping her tail up and around his body, laying gently over either side of his torso to keep his wings folded flat to his back. If he was to be a guest in her womb, those wings needed to remain tight to his form, or suffer potential breaks; if nothing else, discomfort. Her prehensile tail wrapped around his chest to pin those wings tight to his body as she pushed back against him, her malleable flesh spreading apart and sliding over his upper jaw with ease.

Problem was, it was only his upper jaw, which meant that his teeth were pressed down against her anterior wall, biting at her G-spot as his lower jaw and tongue caressed her clit. The only solution was to guide his lower jaw into her as well, much as she loved the intense feeling of teeth on her most sensitive parts - both g-spot and clit. Her whole body shuddered in delight as she pressed her chest down to the sand, rump up high and one front talon slipping up between her thighs to push his snout back and close his maw. Once his jaws were clamped shut, she leaned back and ground down against his muzzle, tail holding him in place as her lips parted and smothered him, clamping his mouth shut.

Ceylon giggled a bit as her clit winked against his chin, a thin stream of fluid dribbling down his neck and onto his chest. The added lubrication allowed her to push back, glistening ebony vulva swallowing more of his face with ease.

Dolus was taken by surprised as she so effortlessly repositioned his jaw and put it into place, her cunt swallowing him right to his brow with ease. He didn't mind, he could still gape his jaws inside her a bit to poke his tongue out, tasting her sweet nectar. Though that was quite pleasant for him - and the air that sneaked into her through the crook in his open maw made her depths a squishy, sputtering mess of noise and flavors - he knew better than to keep his jaws parted and her sex gaping; if she squeezed down on him, it'd force him to bite his own tongue. As such, he begrudgingly pulled it back in and closed his maw, rolling his neck and nuzzling into her, using the ridges on his snout to please her.

He could tell she was properly enjoying herself when he felt her walls shake and quiver against his touch, the twitching of her spine grinding down on his muzzle with an eagerness he didn't often experience. The positive reactions made him dig both hind talons into the sand as his front hands caressed and cradled her voluptuous hips, claws digging into her thighs for leverage as he pushed his snout in deeper.

Ceylon's muscles twitched, her clit winking and tail flicking as she felt his ridged snout massaging her tender depths. The sensation of Dolus' claws in her hips did little to distract her from the pleasant sensations of his eager grinding. Her clit tensed up and stayed curled out, the plump, tender flesh massaging his chin and throat with a series of gooey spurts that dribbled down onto his chin. His entire throat from his snout to belly was soaked dark in her juices, lubricating him for his impending descent into her womb.

The dragon kept at her depths, nuzzling and forcing himself deeper, one centimeter at a time as her slick flesh enveloped him. The rim of her vulva was distended around his snout just before his eyes, and every tiny thrust and rotation he offered her had her rump hole get closer and closer to his brow. He closed his eyes, knowing full well that her flesh would be sliding over his entire skull soon enough; her muscles were lax enough and her walls were stretchy enough that he had no doubt she'd swallow him up with ease. He also knew that his horns would make it very difficult to pull out once he was in deep enough.

Dolus closed his eyes and let out a long, smoky exhalation into her depths, the air escaping her lips next to his jaw as he used the parted walls to nuzzle in deeper. He felt her vulva slide over his eyes, the malleable flesh squeezing him around the back of his jawline, resting heavy on the base of his horns. He paused in place, halting his grinding to take in a deep breath of the fluids she'd been secreting.

Deep down inside, he had no idea why he wanted to do that or why he felt that way - she had not given him any reason to believe her inner juices were safe to inhale - yet he felt strongly that he would be fine. His conscious mind figured she probably planted the idea in his mind, since she had that ability, but he had no way of confirming it before he inhaled deeply, her viscous vaginal slime coating his nostrils right to his lungs.

There was a powerful, somewhat unpleasant sensation of a tight pinch in his chest as he felt his lungs fill with the fluid. For a brief moment it felt like he'd choked on water or spit, but then that sensation died down to a more pleasant warmth that emanated from his chest, trickling down into his loins and pushing out into the extremities of his limbs. The calming warmth of her uterine fluids allowed him to breathe incredibly slowly, each breath taking what seemed like ten times the length it normally did. The world seemed to slow down around him and the sensations of her sloppy cunt on his snout tickled him in just the right way, urging a certain moisture to dribble out from between his hind legs.

She chuckled and leaned back into him, her walls parting around him to suck on his snout. The distended rim of her vulva slid further over his skull, enveloping his horns - both pairs - with ease. Once it clenched down around the tip of each one, her muscles contracted to force him even deeper into her. He felt his snout press against her gaping cervix as her vaginal muscles squeezed tight around his skull, her vulva and winking clit pinching around his neck and folding his neck frills close to his spine.

Her tail remained wrapped tight around his midsection to hold his wings in place, knowing full well that if she released, the wing shoulders and the claws that adorned them would stab at her rump and her eager womb wouldn't stop to let him re-adjust. In fact, those horns of his would be quite a mess to push out backwards, if he needed to alter his form.

Dolus felt like he could hear - nay, feel - Ceylons train of thought going through his mind as he slipped and wiggled deeper into her. He snaked his neck back and forth, massaging her posterior wall from within, the horns pressing out and spreading her wide with ease. The pressure on their tips made his snout rise a bit, but he didn't mind, since that pose allowed his muzzle to penetrate her cervix and slide into her womb with relative ease.

After a few moments, he felt her tugs and the undulating waves of her muscle contractions force his head in deeper, her thighs pressing against his shoulders and squeezing them in close to make him easier to pull in. With his hind paws still caressing her haunches, he twisted his body so that one shoulder was pressing hard against her clit, the other raised up and compressing her rump against the underside of her tail, easing his body deeper into her, adhering to the contours of her slit.

Since he could feel her thought process, he strained to keep his wings tight to his back as he pushed and writhed and snaked his way into her, spine from head to shoulders undulating in waves to massage and loosen her flesh for his entry. He felt his upper torso stuck on her hip bones, and he panicked for a bit because he knew his horns would prevent him from pulling out at this point. The tight muscle of her cervix was squeezing his head, her vaginal canal massaging him from skull to neck, all it took was one powerful push and he would be inside her, head in her womb and his thickest part in her unbirth canal.

Eager and in need of that warmth of hers to smother every scale on his body, he kicked heavily against the sand on the ground, extending himself as far as he would go upwards into the taller gryphon's slit. He could feel her vulva convulsing around his shoulders as he scraped and clawed his way against her.

All at once, he felt a tail slip its way under his, the tip if it prodding at his nethers and penetrating him to his own womb. He could tell from the girth, firmness, and muscle control that it must have been Leera, returned from the lab and eager to help!

If he were able to moan or whimper in delight, he would have. Instead, he simply gurgled his approval into the copious fluids of her womb that were flowing out over his snout and filling his lungs and belly. The sudden pressure of the tail invading his hindquarters lifted him up off his hing legs to dangle like a bridge from Ceylon's sex to Leera's tail. He kicked idly at the air, legs flailing and pussy dripping down the tail that was throbbing and pushing into him, presumably landing in little splashes in the sand below him.

The added force of Leera's aid applied just the right pressure to his shoulders and upper torso, allowing Ceylon's vulva to stretch and distend as far out as they would go, the ebony flesh expanding to swallow his upper body with one juicy rush. The sudden lurch of his form burst his entire head - horns included - into her womb, as well as his entire upper torso into her vaginal canal. The rippling effect of his scales and muscles against her quivering depths made her grunt and squat down, another torrential rush of fluids washing over him and splashing against Leera's tail and the sand between them.

Dolus moaned and wriggled furiously within her as the solid tail caressed his depths; in his mind he was feeling the same thing she was, so he emulated the silky motions of the snake's tail end with the majority of his body, attempting a slither from snout to rump. To his delight, this action succeeded, and every wave of his body pulled him in just a little bit deeper, the crook of his jawline nuzzling against the inside of her cervix giving him a proper anchor to fully pull the rest of him in through her depths.

He felt his wings press heavy against his back, the triple-frills that lined his spine also laid flat down. The pulsing walls of her sex caressed his every scale, compressing his belly and squeezing his upper arms down against his side as he curled his toes and kicked at her thighs, trying to curl his own tail around the one that was pulsing and invading his lady parts.

Another powerful lurch met his writhing form, and he felt the warmth of her vulva slide over his lower body and hips, leaving only the tips of his wings, legs, and tail poking out Ceylon's backside. He continued to cycle his legs in the air until his talons caught on the back of her calves. From there, he pushed off and extended his spine forward, thinning his form and curling his upper body through her cervix.

Once his hips burst through her opening, he felt her vulva contract around his legs and tail, the pressure urging him forth to slam his head and neck against the back wall of her womb. Given the fact that he was out of depth to explore, he curled up inside her, tugging on his lower extremities to pull them in next to him.

He could feel the squelching mess of his feet sliding through her sloppy vulva, the warmth of her confines closing around his toes and massaging the base of his tail while also caressing the thickness that was Leera's hind end. However, once she could feel that Dolus' form was comfortably inside and only needed the tail to follow suit, she pulled out of him, leaving him gaping.

Ceylon's fluids dripped from her walls, gumming up his scales, fins, and the cracks between his toes, so he writhed and played with it, enjoying the sensations. His front arms were folded on his chest as he nuzzled into her tender walls, the tight rim of flesh that was her cervix pinching his ankles and urging him to curl up in a ball, regaining his comfort levels. Once fully inside - sans his tail, he idly grasped at his own end and yanked it in with him, pulling it up to line the wall opposite his back so he could cradle and rub his snout on it.

Now fully inside, he could feel her sex closing shut and the opening from her womb sealing itself against his rump. She was full of her fluids, and her walls were secreting more to inflate her uterus with him in it, reversing the birth process. Once he was comfortably floating in her slimy uterine fluids, he smiled and relaxed, letting his wings and other limbs press out against her walls, the excess liquid filling in the negative zone between he and the soft, wrinkled walls.

"Are you okay in there?" Ceylon asked as she patted her belly, a heavy head laying next to her palm.

"I am fine." Dolus thought to himself, the mental words conjuring themselves in his mind as real spoken language. This took him by surprise, but then realized it was once again one of Ceylon's tricks, allowing telepathic connections to be heard and felt while in close proximity. Luckily, he was in about the closest proximity he could be given his circumstances. He was so deep in her that he could actually feel the throbbing of her heart just a little bit away from his head.

"I am glad to hear that. I hope you don't mind me holding you for a while. Couple of days, tops. Just relax a bit and I'll extract the potion from you through constant, persistent, intimate touch. When you are reborn, you will be your old self." She purred, a deep rumbling that reverberated around Dolus.

He moaned within her, nuzzling at her walls and writhing with all his toes and fingers within the slimy fluid that he remained suspended in. "As long as I get to enjoy this. I wouldn't mind staying in here forever."

Leera prodded at the bulging belly and flicked her tongue, patting her chin on the bulge of Dolus' shifting form. "Now now, we can't keep you forever." She warned him as she brought her form up around to coil Ceylon. "But for a few days, sure. Maybe even a week; depends on how long it takes to depotify you."

"Fair enough." Dolus cooed to himself. "That sounds fair enough to me." And with that, he drifted off into a semi-lucid state, regaining just enough thought to be idly aware of his surroundings through the mental link he shared with Ceylon, but not enough to differentiate between that and the dreams that would surely bombard him in his unbirthed state.

He kicked and kneaded at her soft flesh, tenderizing it for his stay before folding both arms up against his cheek and sticking his tongue out, his chest heaving slow and heavy with each fluid-filled breath. He found himself shifting around until his head was resting on the plump mound of cervix that connected to her birth canal.

The moment her womb plugged up, Dolus found himself floating in nothingness. His conscious drifted in and out of conscious thought as he started to feel Ceylon's every motion, thought, and word. His mental link had connected them like an umbilical cord, and he was seeing the world through Ceylon's eyes, able to observe but not to dictate the world around him.

She looked down at her belly and smiled, patting the rounded bulge. Leera laid her head down on the gryphon's side, patting it with her chin.

"So do you think this will work? Extracting potion through your womb?" Leera asked, punctuating her question with a flick of her tongue and a flick of her tail to Ceylon's neck.

Ceylon nodded gently. "Extraction of potion based magics requires physical touch, and this is probably the most thorough touch I can offer anyone. Plus I enjoy it and I know Dolus does too." Once again, she patted her belly against the shifting bulge that was the dragon in her womb. "I am pretty sure he agrees. Haven't you done something like that before to your loyal subjects?"

Leera raised an eyebrow in confusion. "You know I have; in fact I've had you in there more than anyone else. Uh, did having Dolus in your body ruin your memory?"

"Not at all! I remember - those are some of my best memories - but I have to ask if you've ever thought to use that as a way to have a profound effect on someone. Using it to infuse them with magic, transform them, or whatever your devious serpent hearts desire."

The naga nodded while cocking her head to the side, thinking back. "Yeah, I do it all the time. Usually for transformation purposes. However, that's more for the ritual than any advancement in the actual science. When I let someone in me, I rebirth them as a ritual. It doesn't really help me with the magical elements. A good solid coil can do its work if I'm careful."

"Well you should try it some time! Not on me, of course - you know I hate it when others try to force magic on me, even you - but on one of your followers. Next time you have someone you want to fool around with, try doing your magic on them when they're inside. The effect goes a lot quicker. Many years ago I even was able to grant the Guardian of the Saurians down in the Ijimu archipelago the body to breed with, and that took me almost a week." She kicked at the sand to slide out from under Leera's head, shaking herself free of the dirt and grime next to the water before flutter-hopping over to the grass.

Leera followed, her powerful form sliding through the sand. "Alright. But you gotta promise me that I can do it to you sometime. You know you can reverse the process within yourself."

She hopped up onto a rock and spread her wings for balance. "Deal. In the mean time, where did you put that vial of his ademane? I wanna try a thing or two with it, see if it's strong enough to effect you or I."

"It's just in a vial on the desk next to the other samples you have of him." Leera explained. Throughout the duration of their little escapade, she had grown and retracted her arms nearly a dozen times. Naga - even when not goddesses of Dalon - had the ability to grow arms for dexterous handling of items, as well as the ability to hide them in their sides, flat enough that they looked completely hidden from the world and they seemed to be just a large, feral snake. Leera took it one step further by actually using transformation magic to fuse and melt the scales and bones into her body so she actually was armless, and this was the one form of transformation magic that she regularly used.

Ceylon flicked her tail, relieving it of some of the saliva the maw had accumulated, before hopping down into the grass where she could return to the laboratory that was carved into the cliff side room. "Then to the science room it is! You can follow if you wish." Every step she took had her bulging belly swinging back and forth, the added girth of the heavy dragon weighing her down. Normally she'd have happily trotted her way wherever she was going, light on her toes and with a little flutter hop aiding every step, but with Dolus in her womb she was entirely too heavy to do any of that and she was walking slowly, like a wingless saurossin.

Inside the lab, she saw the swirling vial of yellow and orange ademane sitting front and center, with the rest of the table clear due to Leera having remained on it for extraction earlier. Under it were shelves and drawers with vials and notes and books describing the way different ademane reacted with different enchantments.

One of the things the two mates were working on in their cove near the city was the slight differences and variations in ademane from different species. Much the same way blood is different colored in reptiles than it is in avians or mammals, Ademane had different effects. Ceylon knew all this - after all, it was her and Leera who did the research in the first place - but Dolus did not. Knowing of the mental link she was sharing with the dragon in her womb, she wanted to give him as much information as she could through her intimate touch. If she read it and comprehended it, that would transfer to his mind, allowing him to know and understand the subjects at hand with relative ease.

The link would actually grant him the scientific knowledge of the gods through a form of osmosis.

So she read the book she wrote, skimming over the pages about the different species. Human ademane was thinnest, but it was quite volatile. Jysarian thicker and more powerful, but was more of a slow burn. Ciennic was the most unremarkable, with no defining characteristics. Saurossin ademane was found in largest quantities and easiest to enchant, but could actually lose its potency if out of the body for too long. Oairian ademane was thin, it was volatile, it was powerful, and found in the smallest quantities and was the hardest to enchant, but it was so immensely powerful that only a few drops in a brew would give it the power of pure magic of virtually any other species. The two races that had the least research done on them were the Nolse - seafaring mammalian shark people - and the hooved 'vine (equine, bovine, cervine, etc) race known as the Errov.

Often times, when a cross-breed was born, either they got none of the positive traits of their parents, or they got both. Ceylon was a cross of the Jysar and Oarian races, so she had the potency of the avian race while also getting the volume and viscosity of the feline race. There was a good reason Gryphons and Hippogryphs were so revered in Dalon.

After skimming through that book to give him a bit more knowledge of the matter, she then plucked a feather from her wing and sliced the end of it to make a quill, writing down a new chapter in unique ademane in certain species. This was one titled "Volatile Ademane in saurossin sub-species." She wrote of the color of his extract, its potency, volatility, and tendency to amplify the effects of potions made with the ademane of her and Leera. All quite enlightening.

Leera had sneaked her way into the lab, coiling herself up by the other end of the table to watch what Ceylon was doing from afar. Ceylon glanced over to see her and invite her over to help.

"Don't be shy, dear, you know I could use your help with this. Taking notes, helping with suggestions. You know how it is." She chirped and grabbed the vial of Dolus' ademane and held it up to Leera, splashing it side to side as it sputtered and sizzled, tiny pockets of steam erupting from the surface.

"Not shy at all, but I know how you can get when there's a new discovery to be had. This new ademane is exciting for you, so I prefer watching you work." She lowered her head and slithered over to him, muscles twitching and tensing around Ceylon's rump as she cradled her hindquarters, plopping her head on the table next to her, flicking her tongue to watch the gryphoness go to work.

Many experiments were done that night, each one in rapid succession. A tiny drip of each type of ademane was mixed on a plate, only to have it go up in smoke with a tiny explosion that created a miniature mushroom cloud. She found that it was most volatile with her own ademane, and that when mixed with Leera's, it was inert. Interesting.

She tried infusing it with an enchantment, but found that doing so made it cackle and sputter, so she wasn't sure if it was a good idea to use it in potions. She tried cutting her own hip muscle and applying Dolus' ademane to the wound, only to find it burned as though she rubbed alcohol and pure pepper sauce into it. Furthermore, it seemed to stop her own healing magics from working.

After cleaning the wound, she returned to work on the ademane, testing it for viscosity, intensity, enchantability, taste, scent, feel, and how it reacted to each species' ademane. Throughout the course of the day, both Ceylon and Leera went through almost every last drop of the ademane, leaving only a few CC's of it in the bottom of the vial it was held in.

Ceylon knew the value of knowledge, but also coveted the tenets of frugality, stopping just short of depleting her resources. As the sun began to set and the lanterns were lit, she decided that was enough science for the day and it was time to return to her den with Leera, where they could perhaps eat and cuddle.

Problem was, with Ceylon's weighted body, she couldn't hunt or fish or anything like that. They had some fruits, but those weren't the most filling or satisfying to a gryphon. Instead, Ceylon lumbered her way over to her lodge home that was built into the cliffside and curled up in her nest, wings and legs cradling her belly.

Leera held back before following her. When she finally arrived in Ceylon's den-nest, Ceylon cooed at her and patted the next next to herself, inviting the snake to join.

"I understand you are hungry." Leera observed as she slithered across the floor, deliberately going slow to draw out the anticipation a bit longer. "So I have collected some food for you." When she finally got to the side of the nest, she leaned forward, the raised part of her body bending to the contours of the nest ridges as she pressed her snout to Ceylon's beak. She closed her eyes and flicked her tongue before gently opening her maw, muscles lurching a bit to force a large fish out of her gullet and into her mate's.

Ceylon took it with a chirp, gulping it down quickly. When the bulge of it passed through her throat and disappeared into her belly, she leaned back into Leera's maw for a deep kiss, cradling her beak against the rows of sharp teeth. The gryphoness took note of how incredibly hot Leera's flesh was, stored heat from basking in the sun on the beach all day. Kissing with beaks and snakes was not exactly easy, but they made it work. Under most circumstances, Ceylon would have offered herself as a meal to her mate, but not today. Not with Dolus in her womb.

Leera pulled herself up around Ceylon, her entire body forming a series of rings around the gryphoness, cradling her and massaging her with the gentle waves of muscle contractions that tickled her form. Due to the heat the serpent was emanating, this was comfier and more pleasant even than being curled up in the womb of a mare or other equally large warmblooded creature. Snake bodies, when fully charged with exothermic energy, would stay hot for hours, or in some cases days, energizing them until they needed a meal.

"This has been a very productive few days." Ceylon cooed as she laid her head down on Leera's body, the snake's head curled up and resting next to hers. "But I really think we have to keep Dolus around; he's got some great and unique ademane in him. We just don't have enough of it and I don't know who else produces stuff like it."

A brisk hissing sound came from Leera as she flicked her tongue at Ceylon, eyes narrowing. "Are you serious? Isn't that what brought him here, having his old master take advantage of him?"

Ceylon shook her head, aggressively. "No, no. Not at all. His old master was holding him against his will, abusing him for his own advantage. I want to work with him, help him understand what he has. He needs to know how special and unique he is, and I want to help him with his self actualization. I want him to know what he means to the scientific world."

"And what makes you think his old master didn't feel the exact same way?"

There was a long, drawn out pause as Ceylon thought that over. Though she was quite intelligent and certainly compassionate, that didn't change the fact that she sometimes got a little to entrenched in her work and tended to get a little overzealous. Though usually generous, she wasn't immune to selfish behaviour. "You're probably right. How about I let him out and we ask him?"

Leera flicked her tongue. "Really? You can't wait until you're done with your reversion?"

"I am done. Finished a few hours ago while we were experimenting and documenting the effects of his ademane. I just know he was comfortable, so I wasn't going to have him leave the warmth of my womb!"

"You...should probably let him out if you don't need him inside you anymore." Leera commanded with a dull look on her face, voice curling into a hiss as her tongue flicked out.

But Ceylon offered only a bap on her snout with her fore talon. "Silly snek. Not everyone hates being confined like you do. Some people like being prey to a compassionate mother gryphon!"

"I love being in tight spaces, just not smothered in flesh or in anyone's belly." Leera corrected.

"Whatever the case, you're probably right in this situation. He likely needs to come out now; don't want to give him the impression that we're keeping him here against his will." Ceylon got to all fours again and hopped over Leera, stretching out her legs and wings in her den before hopping back over Leera with a somersault. She landed on her back with all legs up in the air and rump end aiming towards the part of Leera's coils that her tail rested. "Ready?"

The naga hissed in approval as her tail end writhed in place, the hot tip of it poking and prodding between Ceylon's hind legs, coaxing a pleasured chirp and wink from her. Though no words were spoken, Ceylon had rebirthed others before, and found the best way to puncture the membrane that encapsulated those in her womb was to stab it with a tail or claw. Once the juices flowed out, the unbirthed would then slide back out with relative ease.

Leera's tail pushed its way up into Ceylon's birth canal, wiggling and massaging her flesh from deep within. The gryphoness' arousal was near instant, her walls dropping with viscous natural lubricant as it was invaded by the scaled appendage. She kept pushing in deeper, tail tip flicking back and forth in quick paces like it was imitating a rattle, constantly exploring the gryphon's depths and prodding until it found her cervix.

Ceylon chirped and cooed a bit, arching her back in response to the aggressive vibrations of her mate's tail. She whimpered and pushed down as hard as she could to feel the stretch of the tapered tendril digging deeper, her own talons resting on her belly to help squeeze the pouch of fluid and dragon in her womb.

"You like that, do you?" Leera hissed at her as she wrapped her neck around Ceylon's. The two embraced tightly, using each other as leverage as they pushed together, Leera's tail pushing in deep while Ceylon grinded her hips down for maximum depth.

Seconds later, Leera's tail top found and punctured Ceylon's cervix, stabbing into the balloon of fluids that held Dolus inside. A gush of slimy fluids erupted from the gryphon's birth canal as her belly deflated and her womb walls collapsed around Dolus inside. Almost instantly, the dragon started shifting and writhing about, kicking at the uterine walls, nuzzling to the flesh, and idly licking at whatever he could caress with his tongue.

Still no air inside, but it felt to him like he no longer was suspended in water, but smothered in a fleshy blanket on either side. His eyes were still gummed up, but that didn't stop him from reaching out to find something to grab onto. He found the end of Leera's tail. Her lubricated, hard-to hold tail.

The naga pumped in and out of Ceylon a few times, using the tapered nature of her back end to gradually spread and distend the cervix for ease of passing of Dolus. She felt the dragon's hands idly grasping at her prehensile tip, so she curled the end of her tail around to hold his hand as she shifted her whole body so she could get more buried in the gryphon's slit. All the while, she kept her emerald green eyes trained on Ceylon's azure blues. The two smiled at each other before Leera nuzzled into Ceylon's neck plumage and gave a gentle love bite, her coils shifting and smothering the gryphoness for added leverage.

Her tail pumped in deep - as deep as it would go - before wrapping around Dolus' upper body and around his shoulders, giving a tug to adjust his form so that his snout was against the gaping cervix that would lead to his freedom from her womb.

Problem was, Dolus really didn't want to leave the warmth and comfort of Ceylon's depths. It was cozy, reassuring, and above all else it was sensual to have her soft flesh massaging and caressing every scale on his body.

Ceylon could feel his reservations, so she laid a talon to her abdominal wall and shot a jolt of electricity through herself, manually creating an artificial cotnraction that violently and briskly collapsed her uterine walls around his form, squeezing him tight in place and guiding his snout to her birth canal.

He resisted at first, but another contraction slid him into place perfectly, forcing his muzzle to slide through the firm but gaping cervix into her vaginal canal. It was clear he wasn't winning this begrudging battle, so he kicked of the back wall of her womb to extend his whole body outward, her flesh rippling and quivering around him as it stretched and distended, allowing him to pass through with relative ease.

Leera could feel his form shifting downward, so she slid her tail back in and cradled him from the side, caressing his cheek and sliding down over his body to wrap around under his front legs and upper torso while still inside the gryphon's birth canal. With one powerful pull, she yanked the frilled dragon from Ceylon's vaginal canal, leaving her pussy gaping and clit winking in tune to the intermittent whimpers and chirps she experienced.

Every ridge, every scale, every horn, and every bulge of Dolus' form tickled Ceylon's sex on its way out, coaxing a series of brisk climaxes from the gryphoness. She was so used to being stretched and used by bigger dragons and gryphons that she'd developed a natural adaptation through her magic to transform and alter her flesh as needed, so a 'toy' the size of Dolus was just that - an object of pleasure, regardless of her desire to help him out.

Once free of her confines, Dolus curled up tight in the puddle of birthing slime that had helped him pass through her. He shivered, cold in the air of the den. Cold and too weak to get to his feet, so he nuzzled into Leera's coils and rubbed his cheek to Ceylon's thighs. He tried to speak, but only managed to cough up some of the fluid from his lungs, spewing the pinkish slime all over himself and the scales and feathers that cradled him.

Leera shifted her form to rub at his scales with a segment of her body, clearing him off and massaging him while also offering some of the warmth she'd absorbed through the day. Her scales were so warm that it transferred heat to his body quickly.

Moments later, he shook his head clean of the goop that had accumulated between his frills and under his horns. He blinked himself away as he glanced over his glistening body to see Ceylon laying next to him and Leera coiled up around both of them. He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth and coughed a few times to make sure his throat was cleared of the mess that had built up before trying to speak. "So, that was fun." He muttered, voice still weak from the rebirth.

He tried to get up, but found his knees were too shaky, so he collapsed again and rested his cheek to Leera's warm scaled body. Curious, he reached down between his hind legs to rub at his slit, finding that he was in fact reverted to his male form. For a brisk moment he remembered how silly he was acting after drinking that potion, and he internally vowed to never let that happen again.

"Good morning, and happy birthday." Ceylon cooed at him as she rolled over onto her side, a warm smile spreading across her beak. "Welcome back to the laaaand of tomorrroowww!" She offered a gentle giggle as Leera rolled her eyes, hissing as a way to share in the laughter.

Dolus tried getting to his feet again, only this time he found the strength to remain standing. Not only the strength to stay up but the vigor to jump and hop and stretch his wings! Shocked, he rumbled in happiness. "Wow, I've got so much energy right now!"

Ceylon nodded. "Yeah, I assumed as much. While you were out, we did some research and found-" She was cut off by Dolus.

"Yeah, you found that my ademane reacted violently with yours, but mostly just yours. I imagine being inside you triggered something. Being so close to the source of your magic enhanced me, at least for a while. Cool!" He leapt over her form to pounce at her neck, nipping at her cheeks and kneading her chest and upper torso.

"Yeah, exactly. For a moment there I forgot about our little mental link. Do you have any questions about what we found? The link wasn't perfect, so I'm sure there are some things that you didn't pick up."

He churred and wrapped both arms around her neck, wings spreading to cover her form as best he could. "Plenty of questions, but for now let's just enjoy each other, okay?"