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The next morning, Ceylon gently woke to find Eske curled up in between his legs and belly, still purring steadily. Her leg offered a gentle kick as she grasped at his plumage again, making him smile. She really was cute, and surprisingly tough for such a small gryph. Being born without wings in this valley was certainly some pretty intense adversity to overcome.

Not wanting to wake his host, he shifted his form until they were no longer touching, and he got to his feet, stretching his wings out as he glanced outside. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was almost directly shining into the den's opening, and the gentle fog left over from the storm was hovering in the forest below with pointed treetops peeking out from it.

Beautiful day.

He got one last look back at Eske before walking out onto the branch, spreading his wings, and dropping into the air to glide off into the distance, continuing his flight to Iorre.

Ceylon closed his eyes as the welcome bubble of warm air lifted him high in the sky over the mountains. He had a long way to go to Iorre, and the less flapping he had to do, the less energy he would waste getting there. Thermals were his best friend.

He was in the grandest of moods, happy and content as he continued his travels north to Iorre to meet up with his friend Cygnovum - the gryphon who had glowy green flesh - but something felt wrong. While he'd lived many lives, enjoying promiscuity with hundreds of partners, it felt strange and immoral to leave little Eske alone in her den without wings or company.

She was so accommodating - both physically and emotionally - that it almost felt like taking advantage of her hospitality to sleep with her and ditch the next morning. They'd stayed together, tied in intimacy for many hours, and now he was just leaving her with what was most certainly a too-large egg resting in her womb. No, he couldn't leave her behind. He had to go back and take her on an adventure; he'd happily bring her back when he flew back over the valley upon his return home.

With that brisk thought, Ceylon angled his wing tip, curved his flightpath around the very tip of a mountain, did a barrel roll, and dove back down into the valley. He had an owlette to bring with him, and he couldn't leave her once again lonely by herself in the valley without so much as a wing to take her to better places.

As soon as he fully turned back to dive over the valley, his keep eyes picked up on the tiny form of Eske standing out on the branch of the tallest tree, arms flailing wildly at the air to bid her guest adieu. It only took a few moments to return to that tree after flying low over the rest of the forest in the valley.

The drake fluttered down to the branch Eske was on, carefully balancing all four feet on the branch as he walked down its length towards her. She seemed more than a little apprehensive of the change in the gryphon's mind.

"What brings you back?" She asked, beak flat and wide in a smile as she leaned against the ridge around the opening to her den, one arm draped over her belly, nestled under her petite breasts.

Ceylon held his head high and pushed out his breast feathers, inflating in pride. He had to extend his wings wide on either side of himself to balance on the branch. "I just couldn't imagine leaving such a wonderful owlette behind. I come to offer you passage to Iorre, perhaps help you reach out to some others of our kind."

Her one ear flopped while the other perked up, head cocking to the side. "Mur?" Apparently this was a foreign concept to the young gryphon.

"Do you not want to see the world beyond this valley? The very mountains that make your world what it is obstruct your view to the rest of the wonders out there. Come with me, Eske, share in the delights of the world! If nothing else, I want you to feel the joy of the wind whipping at your feathers. Have you ever flown before?"

She chuckled a gentle series of chirps as she daintily walked out across the branch to rub her palm on his lower beak. "Ceylon, dear, I've been beyond the valley many times in the past. It doesn't take long to traverse the forest below and slip out between the mountains. There's a cave system south of here that takes me to the nearest cities on the lake. I have no problems leaving from time to time, just not recently."

Ceylon's feathers deflated as he plopped his rump down on the branch, a tiny stump that might have been a branch at one point jabbing at his taint. It was uncomfortable, but he felt sitting was the most appropriate way to proposition the owlette. "But have you flown recently? The trip north would be worth it if only for the feeling of flying. Go on, climb on my back, I'll have you back within a week." It was a rather simple and forthright offer, which he felt would be best with the tiny gryphon that had so easily demanded his genitals slip into hers the night before. A large part of negotiation lay within one's ability to read the other.

It didn't surprise Ceylon when Eske happily agreed to his terms. "Okay! Back within a week, right?" She chirped and clapped before darting back into her den without giving Ceylon time to respond his affirmative.

Cautious, he tiptoed down the branch to enter the den after her, poking his head in the doorway and calling out, since he couldn't see her on this level. "Eske? Where'd ya go?" His ears could ear clattering below on the level he was too big to reach - the stairwell was about half as wide as he was. While he waited for his response, he looked over to the open area of her home where they had lay the night before, a dark patch with splatters around it where his cum had soaked into the wood and dried. He felt a little bad about leaving her with the mess, but the drake in him was happy to leave his scent with her.

"Coming, coming!" He heard after a prolonged period of clattering. "Just getting some of my stuff, can't go on an adventure without rations and provisions!" Another set of cans or pots fell amidst what sounded like books before she appeared in the stairwell below him. She was blowing the candles out as she went, leaving the bottom level completely dark. She was wearing a bag slung over her shoulder and resting on her lower back and tail. "Ready! Let's do this!"

Ceylon smiled and backed out of the den, gently balancing on the branch as he did so, wings spread for added stability as the branch bounced and shook beneath his weight. He wasn't the most dainty or light-footed of gryphons, that was for sure. In fact, as far as gryphons go, he was a bit on the chubby side.

"Alright, so I got some food, a couple books to read, more snacks, and my personal journal. What else do I need?" her beak was wide with joy, eyes round glistening like twin pools.

He used one of his foretalons to open up her bag, chuckling a bit. "Not sure if you need any of that, my dear. We're just going north for a few days. You won't have time to read, so I don't think you need a book. I intend to feed you plenty while we're there, so no worries there. I'd almost recommend leaving all but the journal behind."

She stared at him with wide eyes, the corners sagging and quivering like she was about to cry.

"Uh, are you trying to guilt trip me?" Ceylon asked with one eyebrow and ear tuft raised, somewhat amused at the fact she felt the need to do that.

Rather than respond, she leaned in closer, eyes continuing to quiver as her lower beak chattered. "Please?" She held the bag up close to her chest in both talons.

There as a brisk sensation of fatherhood washing over Ceylon as he pondered the scenario a bit, but rather than accept the fatherly notion of permission, he shrugged his wings and laughed. "Up to you, I'm not your maker. But if the weight throws me off balance during flight, I'm dropping you onto the spire of a mountaintop, okay?"

"Eeee!" She chirped long and loud as she gave him a hug, tiny arms wrapping around his beefy, feathered neck. "Thanks so much Ceylon! I just hope no den-robbers come by and wipe me clean!" She turned back and clicked her beak as she gave one last look to her home. "Naw, I think it'll be fine. My denmate will be home in two days, and even if anyone wanted to steal from me, it's nothing of value really." She nodded and turned back to Ceylon, motioning for him to lower his beak so she could hop on his shoulders.

Ceylon felt a hint of reservation when she mentioned den-robbers. He hadn't thought about that. She was here alone, and it would be so easy to steal her possessions without her here. She was right, her den was high above the canopy and the valley wasn't easy to access in the first place, but she also didn't have any doors or other ways to lock errant critters or passing birds out. He did lower his neck so she could hop onto him, but he wasn't as eager to fly off with her on him anymore.

"What are you waiting for? Let's get flying, burd!" She dug her heels into his shoulders and chirped loudly as she pointed to the sky.

He wasn't quite ready to leave. He was still balancing carefully on the branch with his wings outstretched. "Are you sure you wanna come with me?" he asked, reconfirming before taking the plunge.

"Stop talking, start flying. We'll be fine. If I think about it too much I might overthink it and change my mind and decide maybe I wish'd I went then didn't and....just shut up and fly!" She punched her heels around his neck again and leaned to the side, throwing him off balance just enough that he had no choice but to hopp off the branch to avoid the one below him.

He arched his back, curled between the branches below him, and easily glided out from the tree to hover over the tops of all the others in the valley. He was picking up speed fast, as he was descending in altitude, since the valley was higher at one end than it was at the other. No problem, it didn't take him many flaps of his broad wings to regain the height and glide over the mountainside, once again catching the elevator-like thermals that helped him float higher and higher until he was above even the tallest peak.

Up until now, he couldn't really hear or feel anything from Eske - the speed the wind was whipping over his ears was fast enough it drained any sound that he might have heard from behind him. It wasn't until he was comfortably soaring the skies high above the horizon that he looked back to check on her. He was surprised to see she had terror in her eyes and she was holding tight to his neck, her legs curled up around his shoulders tight. It would have been uncomfortable for the massive drake, but she was so small and his feather-coat was so thick he barely felt her there. In fact, had he not looked to see her clutching his neck for her life, he would have thought she'd fallen into the valley.

"Slow down!" She screeched at him, terror in her eyes as she clawed at his neck flesh under his feathers.

He chuckled and turned away to look forward, the slope of the mountain dipping below him to open up into a rocky shield of a forest that spanned as far as even his gryphon eyes could see. Only a single massive river cut the forest in half, a city seemingly in the middle next to a massive lake. "Oh Eske, I can't go much slower than this! You'll have to get used to it and trust me!" he called back to her, not even sure if she could hear him. Now that he was paying attention to her grip, he could feel her loosening her grasp on his neck, so he as sure she heard him and did in fact trust him.

Little in the way of words were exchanged between the two through the following hours. Ceylon wasn't the most dainty of gryphons, but he was fast and he managed to go for hours without touching the ground. They soared gracefully over the forest, city, river, and lake heading north until they hit a second mountain range that was the border between Onycherem, Kwotien, and the very top of Yelfrit; they were almost there. Iorre was only another hour or so away, and from atop the mountain they could literally see the glisten of the glass towers in the distance.

Throughout their first flight, Eske seemed to loosen up a bit. She didn't talk or cheer or warn Ceylon to slow his flight, but she did gradually let go of his neck and gain the courage to sit up straight on his shoulders, using only her legs to hold on. AS she did that, she spread her arms wide and got a solid look over his head so she felt like she was flying. Her tail had to curl up around the straps of her side-bag, or else it would have flapped in the wind and likely tore her from his back.

Once they landed atop a high mountain plateau, Ceylon lowered his body to the ground so she could hop off and exhaust some of her excitement. Once she was off him and back to her - admittedly wobbly - feet, Ceylon shook his wings and folded them on his back as he stood tall, proud of her tenacity.

She was too busy trying to stay standing upright while holding back a cheer to even notice his regal stance. "Oh man, that was soooooo awesome!" She shouted, voice pinching into a shrill chirp as she fell to her back, bag landing on the ground beside her. The owlette gryphon giggled as she stared at the clouds floating by overhead, taking in the moment.

"I take it you enjoyed that." Ceylon observed, stepping over her and looking down into her eyes. "Just tell me when you're ready to go again. We're almost to Iorre, my friend was expecting me last night, and I would have made it there last night if not for the storm. Whenever you're ready, we can launch again." He nodded solemnly and stepped away from her, giving the tiny gryphon a good long look at his undercarrriage.

Another giggle erupted from her as his sheathe passed over her line of sight, but then she sat up straight and wiggled her legs a bit. She had noted his change in tone from the silly fun gryphon he was back at her home to how he was now, and chose to be a bit more solemn with him. She wasn't sure why his mood had changed, but she thought he was perhaps nervous to see his old friend the glow-butt gryph. "We can go in a few minutes, sir. Just let me regain the feeling in my legs, then we can go, okay?" She got to her feet and shakily gained the stability needed to walk around on the rocky plateau, raising her knees high with each step to get the blood flowing to her lower regions.

Ceylon walked over to the edge of the plateau and stared over the mountain at Iorre in the distance. "Been years, you know. We've exchanged many letters and kept in touch, but I haven't seen him in years. Miss him, you know."

She walked up behind him and patted him on the shoulder, leaning into him to absorb some of his warmth - the flight had left her cold to the bone. "He must be wonderful...but enough with the grave mood. This is an adventure for both of us! I'm flying, you're going to see a friend and probably do naughty things to him, everyone wins!" Once again, her voice was a high pitched chirp.

Ceylon scoffed at her accurate accusation of his promiscuity. "And what makes you think I intend to do naughty things to him?"

"You mated with me only knowing me for like half an hour. I have no doubt you'd enjoy intimacies of a close friend. You are a gryphon, same as me. No need to hide it."

"You were going to make me stay out in the rain if I didn't sleep with you." He reminded her.

She laughed and leaned into him again, preening idly at his feathers before offering a retort. "You still did it. If you really weren't a horny slut-gryphon, you'd have dealt with the storm, regardless of the danger. Besides, once you felt my lips kissing your member, you took over and clearly enjoyed it. Slut burd."

He growled in disapproval. Not because she was wrong, but because she was right. He was an incredibly open gryphon when it came to sex; he rarely said no to a willing partner. He did have one caveat, though. "Well, Cyg's male, and who's to say I'm not straight?"

"You're not straight." She said simply. "No gryphon is. Some like to say they are, but once a juicy, tender hole is offered, you can't say no, be it a succulent rump or a hungry slit." she laughed at him and smiled, even though he wasn't smiling back. "Oh, cheer up, Ceylon. You wanted me here, this is all your choice, so now you must deal with me, accusations and all!" Without waiting for another retort, she hopped up over his neck and straddled his shoulder. "Giddyup, we're almost there, you said."

Indeed, they were only an hour's flight from Iorre, but suddenly Ceylon was having reservations. He didn't need to stop on this mountain plateau - he had plenty of endurance left - he chose to stop because he couldn't bear to go any farther. He was too anxious to continue.

"What's the hold up, Drake. Get flying, I wanna meet this guy so sexy you'd travel cross-border to mate his bum. You said it glows, right? His butt glows? Yeah, no delays, let's do this." She leaned forward and pointed forwards, but not in the direction of the town she thought she was pointing at.

With a sigh, Ceylon hopped off the plateau with a powerful beating of his wings, quickly catching a thermal and floating effortless over the mountainside and plains below. Even without the rocks to keep him high in the sky, he was able to glide the rest of the way to Iorre with Eske on his back.

It didn't even take an hour. The winds were at his back, so it only took about half as long as he'd predicted, which meant he was only half prepared to meet with his friend.

Cygnovum's home was actually a marvel of cliff-cave architecture. To the eastern side of Iorre was a massive cliff that had a waterfall cascading over it into the lake that the town surrounded in a crescent moon. Cygnovum lived in the cave system behind that waterfall, so he had a steady supply of fresh water and even the occasional fish to nom.

Ceylon was happy to see that his friend still lived in the same cave he'd visited before. There was a small platform specifically for gryphons and other guests to land far to the side of the waterfall, so Ceylon fluttered gently onto it before freezing at the glow-gryph's door. He could see a gentle green glow through a slit in the side of the cliff, proving not only that this was Cyg's home, but that he was here and waiting.

Now was the time. Either knock or fly away. There was really only one option for Ceylon, so he rapped the crest of the beak on the large wooden door as Eske hopped off him, idly preening her feathers so she could be presentable to her host - a gryph she'd never met before.

While she was still preparing herself and Ceylon was breathing heavily - nervously - the door swung open to show a mostly gray and white splotched gryphon with patterns of green on his neck, rump, and in his eyes and maw. The vibrant green spots were literally glowing, their reflection illuminating his doorway and making Ceylon look like he had been dipped in dye.

"Ceylon!" Cygnovum exclaimed, leaping forth to give a wing-hug to the larger drake before pulling away and looking Eske up and down. "And who might this lovely biped be?"

Eske blushed at the attention. "I-I'm not lovely, really. Not sure if you can call a wingless gryphon lovely."

Ceylon noted her sudden shift in attitude and wing-nudged her. "What are you talking about, you're born the way you're born, don't be shy or bashful about it!" He then turned to look at Cygnovum. "Her name is Eske, she sheltered me while a fairly severe struck in the valley south of here. Would have been here yesterday if not for that wretched storm. I hope you offer her the same accommodation you'd offer me." he bowed and waited for the green-aura'd gryphon to respond.

There wasn't even a moment's hesitation, he happily chirped his approval. "Why in the world would I say no to a lovely gryphoness, wings or not? Come in, come in. Follow me, we'll get you set up in my guest-nest!" HE turned and swished his tail at her beak before disappearing down the hallway. The walls had a gentle glow of green thanks to his bio-luminescent flesh,

Despite actively trying to be courteous by not glancing at the underside of Cygnovum's tail, Ceylon noticed that there was a glowing slit of flesh where the drake's testicles should be, and that caught his attention. He motioned for Eske to follow him as he hopped after Cygnovum, inquiring about this shift in form. The glow-drake was usually, well, a drake. Male. Yet here he was lacking any male parts, instead showing off his luminous lips, seemingly on purpose. "Cyg, I hope you don't mind my asking, but I see you're currently...not the drake I thought you were. What happened there?"

Cyg stopped and turned his head to look over his shoulder, a wide grin spread across his beak. "Friend of yours did that to me. Serpent-lady. She passed through Iorre a few weeks ago and I managed to get her alone for a night. Mentioned you, and she said she'd be absolutely enthused to help me out. One wild night later, I wake up and find she's taken my drake-parts. Not that I mind, really, this has been a lot of fun."

Ceylon's nares flustered, a deep hue of pink piercing the ebon flesh and beak. Leera was his mate, yet she and he had a long-standing agreement that they could happily help and enjoy the company of others. He wasn't jealous - both he and she understood the parameters of their agreement - he just didn't often think about the things that went on with her and the other partners she'd accrued throughout her travels. The thought of her powerful body wrapping around Cyg's form, followed by intense passion and a full-bodied insertion into her womb (because that's her preferred method of helping others transform their bodies) aroused him greatly. He tried not to show it as he prodded his now-female friend for more info. "Oh? Tell me more, I want to hear all the juicy details!"

Eske found herself trailing behind Ceylon as the two quadrupeds continued heading towards what she assumed was the living room. Her shyness was starting to come out.

"Oh, I'm sure you know all you need to know, Ceylon. I don't think it's all that polite to talk about such things with such a meek guest in our midst." he looked back and pointed his beak to Eske. "Not that I would normally be shy about such things, but you seem uncomfortable. Can I get you something to eat? I have a nice, well-cooled cellar with some vermin that I use for snacks. Probably be a nice appetizer or small meal for you."

She nodded and stepped out from behind Ceylon, chirping happily. "Sure! That would be great. Lost some of my rations on the flight here; legs are still a little wobbly!"

Ceylon clicked his beak and pushed into her, practically squishing her against the rock wall. The thunderous roar of the waterfall on the other side of the cave gently reverberated through the surroundings, drowning out some of his gentle laughs at her apparent shyness. "Why in the world would you be so shy, Eske? We just met last night and you invited me in and demanded a certain parrt of my anatomy to take refuge in a certain part of yours. I don't think that's something a shy owlette does, is it?"

She blushed again and hid her face from an onlooking Cygnovum. "I-I'm sorry about that, really I am. I was just in heat, and as you know, it'd been so long since I felt the embrace of a drake. I don't get a lot of visitors and I, uh, you know. Forgive me?"

"Psh. Nothing to forgive. I had fun, and so did you." he gave her a playful nudge again before jauntily hopping forth, passing Cygnovum to enter what seemed like the main area of the cave. Against the rock wall by the edge of the cliff, there was a semicircle slit of opening, giving a view over Iorre and the side edge of the torrent of water that crashed over the cliffside. There was furniture in the room - mostly bean-bag chairs and hammocks - to the other side of the room away from the gentle mist that wafted in, as well as a series of doors that must have lead to the other rooms of the cave and a big, green rug in the middle of the floor. "Now if you don't mind, I've been flying a lot, I'd like to rest!" He hopped up onto one of the hammocks and rolled over onto his back, using his wings to cradle himself in the woven rope.

Cygnovum followed, happily plopping his - er, her - rump on one of the bean bag chairs, beak agape and tongue lolling out as he invited Eske to join hi.....her. "Come on, don't be shy, we're all gryphons here." he assured the owlette, grabbing a pillow with his beak and tossing it over to her. "Sit!"

Still a little shy but slowly warming up to the brash, shameless gryphons she'd visited, she reluctantly sat on the pillow, legs crossed and hands resting on her knees, tail curls up behind her. "Okay. Okay. You've convinced me. So, uh, since we're here, I just have to ask, what made that snake friend of yours play such a joke on you, making you female?"

Both Ceylon and Cygnovum chuckled, but Ceylon spoke first. "That's actually my mate, Leera. She does stuff like that from time to time, tricking horny people of all species, and giving them transformations or magical buffs that help them. If I know her was well as I think I do, this was no prank, this was a favour. Am I right?" he looked over at Cygnovum for clarification.

"Indeed. I suppose it's kind of a prank, I didn't ask for it, but as I disappeared into her, I fantasized about what it would be like to have such abilities. Last thing I remember before waking was her womb turning semi-hard around me as her flesh tightened, and I had a dream of being full of eggs myself. When I woke, I was changed, and I honestly couldn't have been happier!"

Eske clicked her beak a bit as she pondered the details of the glow-gryphon's tale, as well as Ceylon's assurance. "So, she takes you inside her womb, and rebirths you, in an egg?"

"Pretty much. She's huge, so it's not painful or anything, just true bliss." Cygnovum's eyes went passive as she fantasized about the encounter again, her rump waggling gently on the bag-chair.

Ceylon swung his head around over the side of the hammock to get Cyg's attention. "Let me guess, she did that to you, and left you with some sort of a note saying you were going to enjoy this form for 'one cycle', right?"

Cyg's expression went blank as he clamped his beak shut. "Y-yeah, that's exactly what happened. How'd you know?"

"I taught her that. Used to do it myself when I did similar things to my friends. Put some magic in myself, transformed to female, trapped a dragon in me, then laid them back out again as their new form with precisely enough residual magic in them to last for precisely one estrus cycle. They'd climax at the end of the cycle with an unbearable heat that left them wanting more, so it's kind of a trap."

"I...see." Cygnovum hung her head as she stared at the floor. "So I imagine you know why you're here, then?"

"We're here to visit a friend, and get out of that musty old den back in the valley. What did you have in mind?" Eske asked innocently, completely oblivious to Cyg's confession.

But Ceylon explained it easily. "Cyg's in heat. He, er, she needs cock. Same as you did. I know most gryphon cycles are every few weeks, and Leera was here a few weeks ago. Timing works. She invited me to give her a proper rutting. Well, she couldn't have known when I got the invitation, but that's clearly what she wants from me."

"Oh." She looked over to see Cygnovum gently waving her tail, beak gaped in an eager grin. "Will you be needing me as well?"

The glow-gryph nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! The more the chirpier it is, you know?" she hopped up off the bean bag chair she was on and hopped over to Eske, pushing their beaks together in a gentle nuzzle. "You don't mind, do you?"

She pulled back from the affection, holding the green beak away from her at arm's length. "I'm not really against it or anything, I just wish I'd known in advance that we were planning that. Truth be told, I'm not really in the mood. That drake over there gave me a rather large egg to handle as it is, so my needs have been taken care of. Can't really say I'm all that interested."

Ceylon looked back over the side of his hammock to see Cygnovum's rump aimed at him, but he was focusing on Eske's claim. "You're with egg? Fantastic!"

"Not that fantastic." She countered. "I can feel it in me, there's no way this thing is coming out of me comfortably. Owl eggs should be small, not massive like this." She held her fist up to show a usual owl-gryphon egg, then put both of her palms about one head-length apart to show what the egg inside her felt like.

Ceylon's eyes gaped open and he clicked his beak shut, not responding further. He didn't have any encouraging words for her.

On the other talon, Cygnovum certainly had some interest in this gravid owlette. Before Eske could stop the glow-gryph or protest, Cygnovum pushed against her and pinned her on her back in the middle of the floor, towering over the smaller gryph as the quadruped nuzzled at her belly. "Mmmm, nothing more beautiful than a hen gravid with egg." Cyg cooed as she rubbed her beak side to side across Eske's belly, feeling the round orb inside her. "Do you mind if I....have a taste?"

Eske was confused, but her internal questions were soon answered as Cyg took a step back, lowered her head to the ground, and nuzzled between the owlette's legs, beak-crest parting the tiny one's lips. She let out a slight gasp and found herself spreading her legs to let Cyg have a go at her, but then immediately clamped her thighs shut, embarrassed that she'd so easily 'opened up' to this stranger. "S-stop, please. I'm really not so sure this is a good idea." She curled up in a ball and fell to her side, protecting her body from the invasive green tongue that was poking at her sex.

"Are you sure?" Ceylon asked, still rolled up on the hammock. With that, he hopped off it with a flutter and pressed his own beak up against the glowing, green-fleshed lips under Cyg's tail. "Because I know I'd like a taste, too!" he prodded between Cygnovum's hind legs, lifting his beak up to rub against the clearly moist flesh that was dripping fluids down her inner thighs. He felt a few drops of it land on the inside of his lower beak, so he licked it up and swallowed it, the flavor buzzing on his taste buds.

The glow-gryph's juices were tangy and sweet, like liquid candy. Perhaps it was the glow, or perhaps it was Leera's doing. Regardless, it was certainly a flavor that no drake could resist, lest not Ceylon. With a certain greed in his gullet, he pushed his beak tip into the opening, prying it apart as his tongue lapped at the soft flesh, sampling every drop that trickled into his beak and moistened his gums.

"Rrrrh! Y-yes, ow, careful!" Cygnovum thanked, then cautioned the equally eager gryphon, pushing her whole body back against the black-beaked beast that was slavishly licking at the glowing folds. Her legs grew weak as she tried her best to not tighten around the invading beak, but she couldn't help herself. As she clenched her thighs tight, the pressure forced Ceylon out of her, leaving him with the crest of his beak resting neatly between her folds.

"Hey, what gives?" he asked, offering a long, swirling lick around the tiny lamp-like green nub of flesh that was Cygnovum's brightly illuminative clit. Seemed the more blood flowed to it, the larger it got, and the more sensitive it grew, the brighter it glowed. Like an irresistible button, Ceylon rubbed his beak back and forth across it, eliciting gentle twitches of pleasure from Cyg.

Eske remained curled up in front of the glow-gryph on her side, thighs clenched firmly shut as Ceylon continued to prod, poke, and lap at Cyg's backside. A gentle, familiar tingle emerged from her core, tickling her own nethers from womb to vent. She really didn't want to get in on this action, but if she didn't do something about her own growing desire, she'd end up doing something far less admirable than idly watching the others enjoy themselves.

Protective of the dignity she was trying to uphold, she daintily trailed her claw-fingers between her breasts and down her belly, over the gentle bulge of egg to tickle at her lips as the Cygnovum's gaped beak chattered in pleasure. IT was a glorious sight to see another in such ecstasy, there can't have been much harm in enjoying herself simultaneously, so she slipped a finger into herself and whimpered meekly with her thighs still held shut so neither feral drake could see her vulnerability.

But Cygnovum was no fool, and her luminance-emitting eyes were as perceptive as any gryph. She grinned and chuckled, followed by a series of attempted chirps that were interrupted by her own squeak every time Ceylon's thick, dextrous tongue dragged between her folds or slipped into one of her holes. "D-don't be shy, Owl." She stepped forth and used her beak to roll Eske over onto her back, eventually digging the hook of it between her knees and wedging her face between her thighs. There was a little bit of resistance, but the owl-gryphon relented and willfully spread her thighs, exposing her moisture-darkened slit.

The fur around her sex was dark with the fluids she'd been secreting, tiny trails of the lubricant tickling her rump and the underside of her tail. She was a little embarrassed - and she identified the reason for her shame being that she was gravid and such carnal desires were often naturally shut down during this period - but that didn't matter. As her finger brushed over the button of engorged flesh that was her most sensitive part, her abdomen clenched tight and shifted the egg inside her into such a position she could feel it's narrow tip pressing against the opening to her birth canal. It was a little uncomfortable, but in a relieving way, like she was about to pass an egg.

Exactly like that, in fact.

Her lower beak trembled as she spread her legs wide, lifting paws up high in the air as she clenched her hands into fists, pushing out against the egg inside her, hoping to force it out. The result pushed a gentle stream of her own juices to burst from her opening to splash on Cygnovum's beak.

The female-shifted drake paused and pulled her head up, temporarily ignoring Ceylon's attention to her backside as she licked the Eske-squirt-juices from her beak. She clicked her beak and smiled before eagerly burying herself between the owl-gryphon's legs, emulating Ceylon's beak-parting sex-opening invasion on the tiny woman. It wasn't as successful, as Eske remained far tighter and with less in the way of magical buffs to compensate for the broad-beaked invasion. Sensing this, Cygnovum restrained herself from pushing in too far, rather focusing on her tongue darting in and out of the little one's birth canal.

Ceylon, on the other wing, had pulled back from his delicious, candy-flavored gryphon lips to see what his little hens were up to. He saw Eske spread her legs for Cyg, grunt and push down on her belly, squirt, then get tongue-lashed feverently.

The view urged him to continue his own taste-testing on the sweetest gryph-pussy. He hopped up on Cyg's rump, using his thumb claws to pry at each of her lips, pulling them apart to gape her open from lips to womb. Unlike most gaping holes, this one self illuminated so he could see every crease of flesh, every glob of self-made lubricant, and every detail of every cm of sex, including the engorged, rounded cervix at the other end.

The view, coupled with the illumination and his own immensely sensitive eyesight gave Ceylon an instant fantasy of burying his beak in this cavernous, open flesh. He knew he couldn't do that for his own magic would likely counteract Leera's gifts, so instead he focused on burying another part of himself in Cygnovum. If not beak, then cock.

As if woken from a slumber at the fantasy of slipping into glowing, green flesh, Ceylon's cock stirred and throbbed, growing until its girth pressed out against the soft, tender walls of his sheathe. The barbed tip slipped from the moist, fluid-dripping opening with tiny splashes of lube as each and every barb splayed out in the open air. This cock was growing cold in the cool cave, so it needed to be snug and warm inside another - silly and juvenile as that sounded.

When at the peak of arousal, the silliest thoughts could go through one's head.

Ceylon stepped back and shook his head, leaving Cygnovum's opening to gently close itself. His length was swinging and dangling free away from his sheathe, knot partially formed as he thought about the silly things he was thinking, and the euphemisms he was using to fantasize about getting his dick wet.

"What's the matter?" Cygnovum asked with her beak dripping in eske-fluids. Her tail hiked up and she spread her hind legs for emphasis.

"N-nothing, sorry Cyggie. Just caught myself being silly with my thoughts. I just...don't mind me." He shook himself free of the distinctly unattractive thoughts that were clouding his judgement and instead focused heavily on the fresh memory of Cygnovum's gaping, glowing cunt and how wonderful it would feel as his own member slipped into it, the tender mounds of flesh closing down on it from every angle, the opening clamping down around the base of his knot.

"Don't leave me hanging." Cygnovum warned. "My home, my rules, you..."

She was cut off mid-sentence by a delirium-riddled Eske, who sat herself up, grabbed him by the ears, and shoved his beak between her legs in one rough motion. "Don't leave me hanging eater, hen!" She demanded with more force than either Cyg or Ceylon thought she was capable of.

Rather than resist (Cyg wanted that anyway), the glow-gryph pushed and nuzzled into her hard enough to scoot her rump across the floor and right off the rug she was laying on, her tongue disappearing into her folds and sinking so deep her could taste the slightly bitter flavor of egg within her. While cautious to question her discoveries so quick or soon, she still reluctantly pulled away and poked at Eske's belly. "That egg, I can feel it, are you sssssssss...."

She was once again cut off as Ceylon lifted a single talon up to rub at her clit in a circular motion. Eske also further shut her up by once again grabbing her by the ears and guiding her beak to the owlette's sex.

After a few gentle caresses, Ceylon stopped wasting time and hopped up to Cygnovum's backside, wrapping her talons around the bio-luminescent burd as his cock throbbed and bobbed in the air, carefully aiming itself in all directions as the drake's hips pushed forth, each jab having his cock stab at the gryphoness' rump, the barbs tugging on her fur before being retracted.

Cygnovum had a lot to concentrate on as his place in the middle between her guests meant he both had to concentrate on the motions of his tongue and the flavors that followed it, as well as the idle aiming of the drake mounting her and the subsequent unpleasantries of missed shots.

Gryphons weren't known for their inaccuracies - not like equines - so both Ceylon and Cygnovum lined up that one perfect time to have the drake's ebon-shafted cock slip into the glowing canal with one fluid thrust. Though it happened in literally a fraction of a second, Ceylon could feel every cm disappearing into the slickened, gooey, tender flesh. Barbed tip parted the lips as his muscles contracted, splaying out the barbs; once it was through, the majority of the shaft slipped in with ease, each ridge slapping between the silken folds until the knot met at her opening, pausing for a moment before popping in.

The sudden pressure of her sex exploding with firm drake knot was a completely foreign idea and feeling to Cygnovum, who instinctively splayed out her wings enough to knock over a few tables and pieces of furniture in the room. He stopped licking at Eske a moment as her own contractions intensified - it didn't seem she needed his tongue anymore.

Indeed, the egg inside her was slipping out of her womb, the crest of it's tapered end dilating her cervix in a most uncomfortable way. It'd have been immensely painful if not for the flood of endorphins and other hormones that were suddenly coursing through her frame, dulling the pain and associating it with pleasure. With that mental modification to her form and function, she couldn't help but grunt and clench her entire body tight to apply pressure to her womb.

Ceylon's six-bulbed knot practically exploded in only a few rapid throbs inside Cygnovum's sex, growing increasingly snug within the luminant flesh right as Cygnovum felt a sudden lurch against his beak, the egg's thickest part slipping out though the little owlette's womb opening. The pressure practically deposited her egg directly in his maw, goopy mounds of birthing lubrication resting in his lower beak as he froze stiff, unsure of what to do on either end. Filling gryphon knot stuck in him from one end, massive, head-sized egg lodged in his beak.

"Oh, that came out far easier than I expected." Ceylon panted gently from over Cygnovum's shoulder, his form resting heavily on hers, their two bodies pressed against each other. He was, of course, referring to Eske's new lay, an egg so big that it left her ruined pussy gaped, a river of clear fluid trickling down over the taut ridges of stretched flesh to pool around her rump near the base of her tail.

She was splayed out on her bakc, beak agape and eyes squinted shut as her toes curled. As the pressure and discomfort from the egg resting on her canal from within subsided, so did her hormones - all of them. Her sexual desire was draining out her alongside the fluids from her depths, and her own flesh was closing up, leaving her feeling a little violated but relieved. Once again, she curled up on her side in the fetal position, tail curled up between her legs to cover her sensitive parts as they slowly regained their tightness. She still felt reamed, the friction from the egg-texture slipping through her leaving her sensitive and prone to gentle twitches - she wasn't sure if it was of pleasure or pain.

Cyg remained frozen in place, knot tugging against her opening from within, Egg still resting in her beak.

"Not gonna do anything, Glowbutt?" Ceylon offered as he shifted his weight off of Cygnovum. Their rumps remained together as the drake's knot was lodged firmly within his hen. He managed to hop both forelegs off Cygnovum's form, but had to keep one of his hind legs raised and resting on the shifted hen's rump; they were basically just sitting beside each other as Ceylon tried to sit down, forcing Cyg down with him.

Cygnovum yelped gently as Ceylon's knot tugged roughly at her once again, forcing her to drop the egg directly on Eske's form, allowing it to rest in the crease between her leg, belly, and breast. She happily held it in her embrace as Cygnovum plopped down next to Ceylon.

All three gryphons laid on the glowing one's living room floor, Ceylon gently throbbing inside his host as Eske snuggled up to that same host within her four limbs.

Cygnovum had to keep herself from complaining about the position and pressure that was exerted on her nethers, as she wasn't sure if the slight discomfort was normal, but like Eske her hormones made the pain feel more like pleasure, the friction feel like flesh gliding on flesh, and the pressure feel like a direct shot to his pleasure centers.

"So, I guess we're going to be here all night, eh you two?" he asked, jovially.

Both Ceylon and Eske cutely agreed. Eske curled up closer into his breast feathers, and Ceylon idly preened at the gryphon's glowing neck feathers as they all happily curled up for the night.

And boy did they have a hell of a day ahead of them.

At least once they'd parted from one another.