The ovoid shape crawls up Miaren's vagina.  Fern can see her companion's haunches shaking convulsively as her slit eats the round, long mass, folds suckling in shock around the tumbles of silky fur that sheath the base of the griffon's cock.  She watches as Miaren's belly plumps down in a shallow bulge.  Then, with a ferocious shudder, the griffon surges his hips forward.  Miaren's haunches are struck like a drum skin.<br/><br/>Inside, the spread fork of the phallus embedded in Miaren's uterus spits out a gummy fluid.  Carpeting the tender purse of flesh, the fluid soaks and spreads.  It soon has her awash in its heat, as the instrument of its delivery seethes with shivering.  And closer and closer to its new cradle, blanketed in the preparatory fluid, the oval crawls.<br/><br/>It meets her cervix.  It rolls smooth as cloud, firm as iron.  The griffon hunches again.<br/><br/>The beak caresses her neck and the burly frame of the beast bucks.<br/><br/>The egg bursts into Miaren's womb.  Weight flares her belly out.  Fluid tosses a tingling tempest in her belly.  All nerves heave and pant their bright pink breath.<br/><br/>They are still panting as another egg drops from the trunk of the griffon's body, and squeezes sleekly into the shocked gape of Miaren's vagina.